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

When Zhang Fan opened his eyes again, he found himself in a world of ice and snow.

In the ice and snow, the cold wind was biting, Zhang Fan stood alone in the vast wilderness.

His figure seemed small and lonely, as if he was integrated with this desolate land.

The cold wind roared by, but Zhang Fan's body was not affected at all, and he did not feel the slightest bit of cold.

Just when Zhang Fan was wondering, a sudden stinging pain came from his head, and Zhang Fan felt that his soul was being torn apart crazily.

Zhang Fan's expression changed drastically: "This is actually the Soul Gangfeng."

Soul Gangfeng is a mysterious and terrifying force. It originates from the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. It can directly invade the human soul and cause unimaginable pain.

Zhang Fan had heard that this kind of strong wind would only appear in extremely cold places, and at this moment, he was in this land of ice and snow.

Suddenly, another strong soul wind struck, tearing Zhang Fan's soul apart like a knife.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, covering his head in pain, his face was pale, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The strong wind was like a sharp blade, constantly cutting into Zhang Fan's soul, and every tear made him feel severe pain.

His body began to tremble, but he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, not letting himself make a sound.

Zhang Fan endured the pain and stood up slowly, trying to find a safe haven.

He began to explore around, walking through the thick snow, leaving a series of deep footprints behind.

He found that there was no trace of any living thing on this ice sheet, not even the chirping of a bird.

After walking for a while, Zhang Fan finally discovered a huge iceberg.

When Zhang Fan got close to the iceberg, his soul disappeared instantly. Zhang Fan's soul no longer stung, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Zhang Fan looked at the huge iceberg in front of him. The iceberg was carved with strange patterns and exuded a mysterious atmosphere. He approached the iceberg and carefully observed the patterns on it.

Suddenly, the iceberg began to tremble, and a powerful energy emitted from the iceberg, tightly binding Zhang Fan.

He felt an invisible force firmly suppressing him, unable to move at all.

He shouted subconsciously, but found that his voice could not be heard.

At this moment, a deep voice came from the iceberg: "Someone actually broke into my place. You are very good, boy. It seems that you passed the first level."

Hearing the sound, Zhang Fan discovered that it was not a voice, but the sound coming from his head. It was a sound transmission from the soul.

Only at this moment did he realize that he had met a powerful guardian who was like a world spirit.

He struggled hard, trying to free himself from the force that bound him, but to no avail.

"Boy, don't struggle needlessly. This is a world of ice and snow, and it's also an ocean of souls. I'm ordered to protect you here." The voice in the iceberg slowly sounded again.

The voice in the iceberg paused, and then said: "I can teach you the method of soul cultivation and help you improve your soul power, but you must agree to one condition."

"How to cultivate the soul?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but be shocked.

Zhang Fan searched all over Yunyao Continent in his previous life and found only a few clues of soul cultivation techniques, but no specific techniques.

Zhang Fan found that it seemed as if someone was deliberately erasing soul-like skills from the world.

Zhang Fan knew that this was an opportunity, and he was bound to obtain the method of soul cultivation, so he quickly asked: "I wonder what conditions the senior needs the junior to agree to."

The voice in the iceberg said slowly:

"I came to the Boundary Monument on the order of my master to be the gatekeeper of the soul gate, but my master and the others rushed outside the territory to defend themselves against powerful enemies. After my master left, he never came back for ten thousand years."

"But for thousands of years, you are the only cultivator who has come here to this place of trial left to future generations."

"The spiritual energy of this world has become gradually thinner, as if this world is no longer suitable for cultivation."

"You are the only hope, so I want to take a gamble. I hope that you will be able to go out of the territory and help find my master. Even if it is a corpse, I will let him return to his roots."

The sound coming from the iceberg brings a sense of sadness.

"I don't know the name of the senior master. If the junior has the ability to get out of this world, I will try my best to search for the whereabouts of the senior master." Zhang Fan said seriously.

With Zhang Fan's agreement, the power in the iceberg gradually dissipated, and Zhang Fan regained his freedom.

An old man in white slowly appeared in front of Zhang Fan, with deep eyes.

Zhang Fan quickly bent down and bowed: "Thank you, senior."

The old man waved his hand, looked at Zhang Fan and said slowly: "You must remember that my master is the Ice Soul Fairy, who is good at ice, snow and soul power. This is what my master looks like."

After saying that, the old man waved his hand, and a female figure appeared in front of Zhang Fan.

The projection of a woman in front of her was wearing a pure white dress, with the skirt flowing like snowflakes, and her long hair hanging down to her waist like a waterfall, shining. Her eyes were as clear as lake water, revealing a hint of wisdom and mystery.

This is the Ice Soul Fairy.

Soon the shadow disappeared, and Zhang Fan said: "Junior, I have written it down. If I am lucky enough to go out of the realm, I will try my best to find it."

The old man sighed slightly: "Oh, you don't have to look for it deliberately. Just pay more attention."

Thousands of years have passed, and the old man actually felt that his master was in danger, but he had a trace of fantasy in his heart and didn't want to admit it.

The old man stretched out his finger and gently tapped Zhang Fan's forehead. Zhang Fan did not resist.

At that moment, Zhang Fan felt a powerful force pouring into his sea of ​​consciousness, and his body shook violently, as if he had been shocked by electricity.

A world covered with ice and snow appeared before his eyes. The cold air was overwhelming. Countless pictures and texts appeared in Zhang Fan's mind, forming a technique.

This is exactly the soul-cultivating technique taught to him by the old man - "Ice Soul Refining Technique".

The old man said slowly: "Soul power is divided into five levels: mortal, spiritual, earth, heaven, and immortal. Each level is divided into three stages: early stage, middle stage, and late stage."

"I see that your soul power has reached the middle stage of the mortal level now. At your age, without any cultivation techniques, it is already very good for your soul power to be able to achieve this level."

Zhang Fan ran the "Ice Soul Refining Technique" once and felt that his soul power was increasing.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior. I wonder what method the senior mentioned before to speed up the practice of soul skills?" Zhang Fan quickly clasped his hands in his fists.

The old man waved his hand and threw Zhang Fan onto the top of the iceberg.

The powerful Soul Gang Wind came towards Zhang Fan's Soul Consciousness Sea. Zhang Fan understood that the old man was the "Ice Soul Refining Technique" that allowed him to use the Soul Gang Wind to cultivate his soul.

Zhang Fan endured the huge pain in his soul, sat down cross-legged and began to practice the soul technique.

During the cultivation process, Zhang Fan felt unprecedented power.

The Soul Gang Wind swirled around him, bringing a cold breath, as if his soul was about to be torn apart.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the changes in his soul.

As time went by, Zhang Fan's soul gradually became tougher.

He could feel his soul growing and becoming stronger.

His thinking became sharper and his perception was greatly improved.

After the training, Zhang Fan felt a sense of exhaustion coming over him. He sat on the ground, breathing heavily, feeling the changes in himself.

I couldn’t help but sigh: “Soul cultivation is indeed not easy!”