The ancestor who survived the tribulation was reborn and went to college

After thanking everyone, Zhang Fan felt his eyelids became heavy and fell into a deep coma.

Everyone turned their attention to Taoist Bai Ze, who quickly put his hand on Zhang Fan's hand again.

After a long time, Taoist Bai Ze said under the worried eyes of everyone: "Zhang Donor's life is not in danger. He was just too weak and fell asleep. As for Zhang Shi's internal injuries, we can only wait for him to get better and use his spiritual power to dredge and treat it."

After everyone heard this, they felt a little relieved. In order to let Zhang Fan have a good rest, everyone walked out of the room one after another.

I don't know how much time passed before Zhang Fan slowly woke up again.

Zhang Fan was lying on the bed in the Taoist temple. The injuries on his body made it almost impossible for him to move.

The Taoist temple was filled with light sandalwood, and the dim light cast on Zhang Fan's pale face, like a wounded statue.

He closed his eyes, tried to concentrate, and mobilized the spiritual power in his body. The injuries spread inside his body, and cracks swam like snakes.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and there was a hint of determination at the corner of his mouth.

As the chill hit him, he concentrated on his body, feeling every inch of his skin and every meridian, searching for the source of the injury.

The mysteries of a cultivator's body are unfathomable. Every injury is a realization of the origin of life, and Zhang Fan is currently facing a huge test of life and death.

He immersed his mind in his body, and spiritual power surged around him like a tide. In the silent Taoist temple, the only sound was his deep breathing.

Suddenly, a strong pain hit Zhang Fan, and fine beads of sweat oozed from Zhang Fan's forehead. He gritted his teeth and bit his lip, blood oozing out, but he did not stop.

The source of the injury was revealed, which was a severe stabbing in the Dantian.

Dantian is the foundation of a cultivator's life. Once damaged, the cultivator's cultivation will be greatly affected.

Zhang Fan resolutely decided to start here. He gathered his spiritual power in the palm of his hand and gently touched the wound.

With the injection of spiritual power, a deep resonance came from the Dantian, as if a wonderful connection was established.

Zhang Fan felt that his injuries were somewhat relieved, but he was still in constant pain.

His cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage, but in the face of life and death, his determination and perseverance are unmatched.

Zhang Fan circulated spiritual power in his body, repairing the injured meridians and muscles. Every wound is a struggle of strength.

Time seemed to blur in this silence. Zhang Fan gradually fell deeply into the realm of cultivation and forgot everything about the outside world.

A quiet and mysterious atmosphere filled the Taoist temple, as if at this moment, he had merged into the rhythm of the entire world of cultivation.

Finally, after a week of spiritual power circulation, Zhang Fan felt that the injuries in his body had been initially repaired. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

The light in the Taoist temple seemed to be softer, reflecting on his pale face.

However, he knew this was just the beginning. The path of cultivation is long and difficult, and the tribulations are like the waves of the sea, never ending.

Zhang Fan refocused his mind and prepared to enter the next round of healing. He realized that only by constantly polishing himself could he go further on the road of cultivation.

The cultivation room fell into silence again, with only the sound of his steady breathing and the surging sound of spiritual energy circulating, making up this quiet space.

Zhang Fan's eyes shone with perseverance. He knew that every step on the road to cultivation was a transcendence, and this life-and-death battle might be an opportunity for him to practice.

Zhang Fan's eyebrows trembled slightly, surrounded by a faint aura of mana, surging like a tide.

A faint layer of golden light appeared on the surface of the body, exuding a warm atmosphere.

With his eyes closed, he seemed to be in a peaceful void, feeling the surge of inner power.

Healing is not an easy task, but at this moment, he is in a peaceful state of mind and has a deep understanding of everything about cultivation.

In this state of cultivation, Zhang Fan's body gradually floated up, and layers of light golden halo enveloped him, like a soft atmosphere.

The surrounding air seemed to be trembling with his practice, and a mysterious aura spread, covering the entire Taoist guest room.

Gradually, the aura in Zhang Fan's body became strong and solemn, as if a mysterious power was constantly accumulating.

The speed of his cultivation also began to speed up, mana surged, and the energy flow in his body gathered rapidly like a tide.

There was a trace of calmness between Zhang Fan's brows. His body, wrapped in spiritual energy, gradually exuded an aura that transcended the mundane world.

The power required in the late stage of Nascent Soul Realm made him feel great pressure, but he knew that this was the only way to a higher realm.

During the process of retreat, Zhang Fan began to feel the power hidden in his body gradually disintegrating the restraints.

Rays of light condensed on his body, forming an illusory and grand Nascent Soul. Wearing golden armor and holding a spiritual sword, this Nascent Soul is like a fairy descending into the mortal world.

The spiritual energy fluctuates around Nascent Soul, like ripples, decorating the entire training room like a dream.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's mind seemed to be integrated into a corner of the world, and he realized the mystery of cultivation.

Time passes in this kind of practice, day after day. In the quiet Taoist guest room, Zhang Fan's body unknowingly exuded a powerful attraction, like a majestic mountain peak, which was daunting.

Finally, when the morning sun on the seventh day shone in the Taoist guest room, a strong breath burst out from Zhang Fan's body.

His whole body was covered with a layer of golden light, and his breath spurted out like a rainbow, making the entire Taoist guest room seem to be trembling.

There was a soft buzzing sound, and mysterious rune patterns appeared out of thin air around his body, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Gradually, the golden light on Nascent Soul began to gather and disappeared between Zhang Fan's eyebrows. He slowly opened his eyes, and at that moment, his eyes were full of wisdom and calmness. A clear light gushed out from his eyes, as if he understood the whole world.

The improvement of his cultivation gave Zhang Fan a new kind of insight. He could sense subtle movements in the distance and even feel the faint flow of spiritual energy in the air.

This is the improvement in perception brought about by the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, making him more comfortable on the road to immortality.

Mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm! This is an important realm for practitioners, representing a deeper understanding and control of magic power.

Zhang Fan felt the surge of mana in his body, and the joy of cultivation welled up in his heart.

He slowly stood up, his body exuding a surging energy wave, as if it was about to burst the entire Taoist guest room.

But he controlled this power and stood firmly on the spot, with an incomparable light shining in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, turned the joy and gratitude in his heart into a force, and slowly blended into the surrounding environment.

After a while, Zhang Fan slowly closed his eyes again. The energy fluctuations in his body gradually subsided, and the entire Taoist guest room returned to calm.

After Zhang Fan sat quietly for a while, he walked out of the Taoist guest room. The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing on his face. Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with expectation and confidence for the future.