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

At the early stage of Heaven Level, that was the moment when Zhang Fan entered a new realm.

The entire soul space seemed to be shrouded in a peaceful light, and his sea of ​​consciousness was filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Zhang Fan's mind became extremely clear, as if he had integrated into the true meaning of the universe.

Zhang Fan's entire world of consciousness fell completely silent. The power of the soul flows in his body, as quietly as a river. .

Zhang Fan felt that his soul had broken away from the shackles of the world and reached a transcendent state.

Opening his eyes again, Zhang Fan found that he was still lying in the cave.

This time, he could feel the energy flowing more smoothly in his body, and the pain was reduced a lot.

He struggled to sit up, feeling an unprecedented sense of clarity in his heart.

Although his soul power has been improved, Zhang Fan's physical injuries are still there due to the short-term improvement of his cultivation through secret techniques.

In the cave, a bright night pearl hung on the wall, illuminating the room with its faint light.

Zhang Fan climbed up with difficulty, feeling weak in his heart.

When Zhang Fan sat cross-legged, his body was shaking slightly and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

The cave was silent, with only his breathing and heartbeat echoing in the air.

He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, adjusted his breathing, and circulated the true energy in his body to stabilize his damaged cultivation.

He tried his best to calm down his inner panic and focus on self-healing efforts so that he could recover.

Zhang Fan put his hand on his chest, feeling the beatings again and again, and felt a sigh in his heart when he thought of the training process just now.

This backlash made him deeply aware of the dangers on the road to cultivation, and he cherished every progress even more.

He looked inside the meridians in his body and found that the flow of true energy was abnormally chaotic, and some meridians even had tiny cracks.

Zhang Fan knew that this was caused by backlash, and if it was not dealt with in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

This time the backlash of the secret technique was more serious than any serious injury he had experienced before, making him deeply understand the hardships of cultivating immortality.

Although Zhang Fan has more than enough ambition but lacks strength, he is still a perseverant immortal cultivator, and his persistence in life prevents him from giving up easily.

"This time we really took risks." Zhang Fan sighed softly. He closed his eyes again and constantly adjusted the flow of spiritual energy in his body, trying to repair the meridians and muscles damaged by the backlash of the secret technique. The backlash this time the secret technique brought to him gave him a deeper understanding of the path of cultivation.

Gradually, Zhang Fan immersed his mind in his own cultivation. He felt the wisps of spiritual energy flowing through his meridians and spreading continuously.

He tried to hold his breath and concentrate, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and tried to heal the damage caused by the backlash of the secret technique.

He concentrated on regulating his breath, guiding his true energy to the damaged meridians, and gradually repaired the cracks.

This process is long and torturous, and the repair of every inch of meridians requires his extreme concentration and patience.

He did not dare to slack off at all, and was careful with every step, for fear that if he was not careful, his cultivation would regress, and it might even affect his future cultivation.

Although the healing process was difficult, Zhang Fan was not discouraged.

After Zhang Fan recovered for a while, he felt that the effect was too slow. He took out a piece of crystal clear spiritual grass from his storage bag and crushed it gently, exuding a strong aroma.

He spread the powder evenly on his wound and felt a chill, and the comfort made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Fan took out a bottle of clear spiritual spring water from the storage bag and carefully dropped the water on the spiritual grass.

The water dripping on the spiritual grass immediately formed a light film, like crystal.

This is a secret healing recipe he got from an ancient inheritance. The combination of spiritual spring water and spiritual grass can quickly restore injured immortal cultivators.

Under the crystal-like membrane, Zhang Fan's wounds began to heal gradually.

He felt a warm energy flowing through his body, repairing the damaged areas as before.

Although the pain still exists, as time goes by, Zhang Fan gradually adapts to this feeling. He firmly believes that only through such training can he become truly strong.

Time passed quietly, and Zhang Fan gradually felt a weak warmth rising from his body during the healing process.

He knew that this was the recovery of his spiritual power, and with his efforts, the pain in his body gradually eased.

However, this is not an overnight process, and the path of cultivation for immortal cultivators is never easy.

As time passed slowly, Zhang Fan worked tirelessly to repair it.

The cave was silent except for the sound of his breathing and the faint sound of Qi flowing.

Sweat soaked his clothes, but he didn't care and concentrated on self-treatment.

There was a soft sound, and the air was filled with wisps of faint spiritual energy. Zhang Fan endured the huge pain and slowly placed his fingers on a meridian.

He took a deep breath, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and gently injected it into his meridians.

Those meridians are like an intricate picture scroll, filled with cracks, some of which have been broken and will shatter at the touch of a touch.

Zhang Fan felt a burst of sadness in his heart, but he continued unswervingly.

As the spiritual power penetrated, he felt waves of tingling, as if countless tiny needlepoints were traveling on his skin.

Pain spread throughout his body, but Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, with a determined light shining in his eyes. He knew that this was the only way for immortal cultivators and the only way to a higher realm.

Gradually, the tingling sensation on those meridians became milder, and spiritual energy flowed through them, as warm as a hot spring.

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a glimmer of hope, which was a sign that the spiritual power in his meridians was gradually recovering.

As the meridians were gradually repaired one by one, he felt that the true energy in his body was flowing smoothly again.

The comfort brought by this smoothness was like a breeze, making him sigh in relief.

However, he knows this is only the first step, and the next key is to solidify the repairs and prevent the problem from happening again.

Zhang Fan knew that it would take more time and patience to completely repair the meridians.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling every inch of his skin and the changes in every meridian.

He seemed to be integrated into his own body, resonated with it, and realized the mystery of the path to immortality.

Day after day, Zhang Fan's path to cultivation was not smooth.

Pain, suffering, giving up and starting over countless times, but he never wavered.

He knew that only by persisting could he regain his former glory.

In the process of training, he slowly found a balance and mastered more sophisticated spiritual power control techniques.

His cultivation gradually improved, and his body's meridians became stronger.

The once broken city walls have now been repaired and become stronger and more durable.

The healing process lasted for several days. When Zhang Fan felt that his body had returned to its peak condition, he let out a long breath.