In the quiet room, Yin is practicing daily.
In the practice of spiritual energy, he has reached the peak of the realm, and the rest is the realization of the realm.
But just like he had to be stuck in front of the realm for a period of time every time before, he was also puzzled by those questions now.
This is the pain of not having the guidance of a teacher. For people like Wang Fan and others, he has pointed out all the problems they encountered along the way, and they don't have to be stuck in bottlenecks for long.
Those children who have just entered the path of spiritual practice are even more happy. The tribe has summarized various problems that monks may encounter in the early stages. A small-level breakthrough may only take a month or two. , for those with that kind of outstanding talent, it is possible that the early stage is very short, and they can reach a small level in a few days.
The current record for the fastest time from the first level to the fourth level of Qi training is twenty-three days. Although the little guy was born with supernatural powers, and the teacher gave him a lot of resources, it is still extremely difficult to set such a record. It's amazing that even after Yin first learned the news, he couldn't help but take a walk with his spiritual consciousness and observe the little guy.
When he saw the young boy who was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, he felt so much emotion in his heart. He thought that when he was at this age, he was still learning talismans from the great elder. At that time, he never thought that he would become a monk. The biggest dream is to become a Talisman, take over the position of the great elder, and lead the Huntuo tribe to survive in the famine years.
Even now, his thoughts have not changed, but the Huntuo human race has become so powerful that he no longer needs to go out and fight. Of course, in his mind, this is the best.
Boom boom.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
There was an incredible expression on Yin's face.
His spiritual consciousness is covered with such light. Although he does not target anyone specifically, he will definitely sense it as long as he approaches his quiet room. Even if that kid Kuang Yuan comes over, he will never be able to knock on the door without concealing his spiritual consciousness.
But such an impossible thing actually happened, and Yin's face showed a solemn look.
Then the solemnity turned into solemnity, because his spiritual consciousness swept towards the door, but found that there was no one there.
But how could it be possible? The knock on the door was still echoing in his mind, and it was impossible for the dignified monk to mishear it.
"Is there an alien race infiltrating?"
Such an idea inevitably appeared in his mind, but was quickly rejected by himself.
The infiltration of alien races has never happened to the Huntuo human race. Now is the peaceful era, and no alien race can infiltrate into the small world.
The ancestor is on top, he is watching the Huntuo people all the time, so it is impossible for such a thing to happen.
So many thoughts came to mind, but in reality, only a moment passed.
After everything was clarified, Yin's expression became calm. He stood up from the futon where he was sitting cross-legged and walked to the door of the quiet room.
Even though there was only one door between them, he still didn't feel any breath.
Crunch...creep...
The door was opened.
Yin looked out the door.
The next moment, his eyes were in a trance, his mind went blank, and he completely lost his ability to think.
Outside the door, a handsome young man stood there with a smile.
He was wearing a plain white robe, without any cultivation.
At first glance, he looks like a scholar.
But in the hazy moment, as he stood there, it seemed as if the whole world was spinning behind him, and his every breath represented the rhythm of the world.
The sun, moon and stars surrounded him, and even a hair on his head seemed to hide a world.
"First, ancestors!"
A scene that had never appeared to Yin before. At this moment, he actually started to stutter, and the spiritual energy in his body was also agitated by the change in mood.
Looking at Yin in front of him, Xu Sheng chuckled: "Don't you invite me in to sit down?"
Yin finally woke up from his dream and said quickly: "Ancestor, please come in."
Yin thought about the scene where he met his ancestors countless times, but he never thought about the way he met now.
On an ordinary afternoon, the ancestor appeared outside his practice place and gently knocked on the door, as if he were a friend.
Even now he still has a sense of unreality.
Scenes from the past appeared in his mind, and even the cultivator who transformed himself into a god felt nervous at this moment.
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Xu Sheng also once thought about what the scene would be like when he met Yin and the others.
When he was still weak, the picture he imagined might be like those in myths and legends, showing the ups and downs of the great road around him, and then he would create some mysterious scenes and say some vague words.
But after returning from Luyuan this time, he felt that it didn't need to be so complicated at all, it was just a meeting, it just needed to be ordinary.
Saints are so powerful. I have seen so many saints, but they were all ordinary scenes.
I still remember that when I met the first saint, Cheng Chuyang, he was walking on campus after school, and then he walked in front of me. At that time, my understanding of the law was only 0.01%.
Yin sat restrainedly beside him. At this moment, he didn't look like the great elder of that clan.
In fact, Xu Sheng's perception in Yin's heart was too special.
In Yin's memory, when he was still young, the oracles from his ancestors represented the hope of the Huntuo tribe.
And every step of his future growth is inseparable from the help of his ancestors.
The Huntuo people could grow to this point only because of the help of their ancestors. If it weren't for the ancestors' repeated actions, the Huntuo people would have disappeared from history long ago.
In addition to the excitement and fear in his heart, he also felt a little shy like a child. In his heart, the Huntuo people were incompetent descendants.
Xu Sheng could naturally sense what Yin was thinking next to him, and he couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. He didn't expect that a dignified 'Old Monster in Transformation of Gods' would be thinking like a child right now.
But he can understand it. After all, he has watched him grow up, and it is normal for him to rely on himself.
"Sun Yin, the incompetent descendant, has met his ancestors."
Yin walked up to Xu Sheng, knelt down respectfully, and bowed down.
Even a cultivator who transforms into gods must kneel down and worship in front of his master.
Although Xu Sheng is not Yin's master, as an ancestor, he still deserves this gift.
Xu Sheng looked on with a smile and did not stop him. After Yin knelt down and worshiped Wan, he gently waved his hand and helped Yin up.
Yin felt Peiran's irresistible power, and couldn't help but understand in his heart that he was indeed worthy of being an ancestor. This power had completely exceeded the level of his imagination.
He had calculated the realm of his ancestors countless times. At first, he thought that his ancestors might be powerful Nascent Soul monks.
When he entered the realm of golden elixir, he guessed that his ancestor might be a Mahayana monk.
But now that he has become a cultivator, he is completely in awe.
