Canglan Prefecture.
The top of Lingxin Mountain of Zizai Sect.
A hall that had been dusty for many years suddenly surged with spiritual energy and a powerful aura.
This power is also mixed with a trace of heaven and earth.
It seems that a powerful person who is extraordinary and holy has appeared out of nowhere.
But this power did not last long. The moment it appeared, it shriveled up like a deflated ball, and then dissipated without a trace...
"It has been nine thousand years, and the foundation has been built to the nine hundred and ninety-nineth level, but the golden elixir has not yet been successfully formed. I did so many unscrupulous things in my previous life to bring disaster to this life."
A helpless sigh resounded in the main hall. As the formation dissipated, the door opened and a man wearing a gray-white robe and holding a folding fan walked out, with a look of helplessness and sadness on his face.
This person is Zheng Daonan, the ancestor of the Zizai Sect, who has been in seclusion for more than seven thousand years.
Nine thousand years ago, the leader of Canglan Prefecture's Zizai Sect achieved Zhengguo and ushered in immortality.
"Disciple, don't be discouraged. Although it is difficult to form pills, as long as you persevere, you will succeed. I will be waiting for you in the fairy world as a teacher."
Zheng Daonan smiled confidently and said: "The holy way is not worth mentioning. Master can go first, and the disciple will arrive soon."
"Hahaha, if my disciple is ambitious, he should become his master!"
As a result, two thousand years have passed.
The disciples of the sect were sent away one after another, but Zheng Daonan was still stuck in the bottleneck of the foundation building period.
After Zheng Daonan's cultivation reached the foundation-building stage, his realm could no longer go any further.
If Zheng Daonan hadn't accidentally absorbed a ray of mysterious purple energy and forged his body on Lingxin Mountain, he would have died with hatred.
After changing his physique, Zheng Daonan's cultivation realm finally changed, but it seemed to start to develop in a strange direction.
Other people's cultivation starts from forming a golden elixir at the peak of the foundation building stage and directly breaks through to the golden elixir stage.
And Zheng Daonan's Dantian spiritual sea continues to expand like a bottomless pit, but he just can't take the key step of forming the Dantian!
In the end, until that beauty rose to prominence...
"Zheng Daonan, can you do it? It's been two thousand years..."
"No, do you still have something to talk about?"
Hongyan smiled and said: "You can't blame me, I have been suppressing the realm for two hundred years. Now, I give you this fan and sword. I hope you can successfully break through and become an immortal as soon as possible!"
"That's pretty much it," Zheng Daonan took the fan and looked at the words on it carefully.
Too difficult! !
What the hell...
This time, Zheng Daonan was so stimulated that he directly said harsh words.
"This sect will be in seclusion starting from today. If you don't get the golden elixir, you won't be able to get out of seclusion. Hmph!"
And this retreat lasted seven thousand years...
"Qingxinshan, Qingxinshan, do you think you have lost your confidence a long time ago? No, no, you are the one your master sent to me to tease me."
The fan trembled slightly, as if in rebuttal.
Zheng Daonan shook his head and smiled bitterly as he looked at the blue sky and the white sun, and his powerful perception headed toward the foot of the mountain to cover the Free Sect.
"kindness?"
Zheng Daonan suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
…
In front of Zizai Zong's main hall, Elder Tian Heng directly hit the steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.
In the ruined sect, the remaining twenty or so disciples were all cornered by the Tianhumen monks.
Seeing Zhuang Biqiao protecting Tian Heng, Xue Luye, the elder of Tianhumen, laughed unbridled.
"Tian Heng, I heard that Ruan Caixuan, the leader of your sect, was seriously injured on Helai Immortal Island and has died now. Let me guess, this little beauty next to you is not the new leader of Zizai sect, right? Hahaha... "
Upon hearing Xue Luye's words, Tian Heng's face became paler.
This group of bastards from Tianhumen suddenly attacked the sect. It turned out that they got the news of the death of the sect leader.
Although this matter is true, the information has been blocked and has never been leaked. The news in Tianhumen is so well-informed!
"Your Tianhu Sect has only been inherited for a thousand years, but if you dare to run wild here, you are not afraid of setting yourself on fire and destroying your orthodoxy." Tian Heng scolded angrily.
"Hey, isn't it amazing that the Zizai Sect has been passed down for tens of thousands of years?" Xue Luye sneered, "You don't take pictures of yourself even at such an old age, how dare you call yourself a big sect with the crooks around you? It's really shameless. .”
"you……"
Tian Heng's whole body trembled with anger, but he was unable to refute at all.
The path of cultivation is divided into Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, channeling, spiritual void, Yuanying, Dongxu, breaking void, becoming a saint, becoming a saint, overcoming tribulations, and reaching the great achievement of overcoming tribulations.
Channeling spirits and transforming into cocoons and infants, refining gods and transforming into saints and immortals, until transcending tribulations and ascending are the entire realm of cultivation.
Most of the more than 200 monks who came to Tianhumen were in the foundation building stage, and there were even three golden elixir masters sitting in charge.
The few people left in the Zizai Sect are indeed not enough to watch.
"Fart, my master is still alive and well. Now he has entered the Nascent Soul Realm. If you don't want to die, get out of here. Otherwise, when my master comes out of seclusion, your Tianhu Gate will be destroyed." Zhuang Biqiao shouted.
The Tianhumen monks looked at each other, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter.
"We've all gone to the mountain gate, why didn't we see Ruan Caixuan come out?"
"Yes, he actually returned to the Nascent Soul, I'm so scared!"
"It seems that the Zizai Sect is really in decline, and they still want to deceive us when the disaster is approaching."
"Hey, hey, the Zi Zai Sect is the top sect in Canglan Province. You should be careful what you say. Legend has it that their Supreme Ancestor is still alive. Be careful when he jumps out and slaps us to death."
The monks from Tianhumen suddenly laughed even louder when they heard this.
It is rumored that there is a mysterious hidden ancestor in the Zizai Sect.
The sect also specially set up rules for this purpose, and no disciples were allowed to go up the mountain privately to disturb the ancestor's Qing cultivation.
But for thousands of years, no outside monks or even sect disciples have ever seen it.
Although the disciples of the sect all suspected that the ancestor had died on Lingxin Mountain a long time ago, it was just an unfounded guess.
But even if the ancestor really died on Lingxin Mountain, not everyone can just use it to ridicule and blaspheme.
"For bullying my sect and humiliating my ancestor, I will kill you."
Zhuang Biqiao rushed towards Xue Luye, but his strength was far different and he was no match for him.
Xue Luye grabbed Zhuang Biqiao's wrist and laughed loudly: "The little beauty is really hot. If you are willing to sleep with me, I may consider sparing your life."
"Go to hell!"
Xue Luye sneered and threw Zhuang Biqiao away.
"The top sects in the past were nothing more than this. Kill them all, and the treasures here will be at your fingertips!"
"Why--!"
Just when the monks from Tianhumen were about to take action, a sigh suddenly sounded from the audience.
"I haven't left seclusion for thousands of years. I didn't expect that the sect has declined to this point."
The two monks turned around and saw a man wearing a gray-white robe holding a folding fan and appearing from nowhere.
Foundation building period?
Seeing the foundation-building monk standing in front of them, everyone in Tianhumen looked at each other with a joking expression.
Xue Luye sneered and said: "Who do you think you are? How dare you interfere in my Tianhumen's business? Get out of here if you don't want to die."
Zheng Daonan patted the folding fan and said quietly: "It's easy to say, you can respectfully call me, Ancestor Zi Zi nine thousand years old."
