Mortal's journey to immortality

Wang Lu calmly opened his eyes. He had finally crossed the hurdle of the late stage of Spirit Transformation. It was so hard, so difficult!

We cannot stop. We have to take advantage of the fact that Song Fengyu is still working on the breakthrough, and that Ren Yuan of Xugu is temporarily unable to come out. This is a rare opportunity, one that only comes once in a thousand years. We must work non-stop and go all out to improve our cultivation as much as possible.

Ren Yuan would never allow outsiders to use the spiritual energy condensed by the secret clan for cultivation, let alone plunder it crazily and without restraint like he did.

People all have a common problem. When they can't do something, you can't do it either. Then everyone can still get along harmoniously and peacefully. But if I can't do it but you can do it easily, then those pair of jealous red eyes will wish to eat you alive.

Today, the secret tribe is extremely jealous and greedy about how he transforms spiritual energy into spiritual liquid, which is almost the highest level of blue spiritual liquid in this world.

I can let your people go, but you have to leave the method behind.

If the Secret Clan could get their hands on the Super Spirit Gathering Talisman, it is not difficult to imagine that with the Secret Clan's vast and deep spiritual energy, their cultivation would increase exponentially, and something like the Nascent Soul Transformation into a God would explode, surpassing all the sects and families in this world in one fell swoop.

The unification of the world of immortal cultivation is just around the corner.

But will I let you have your wish?

He estimated that he still had ten days to practice, by which time Song Fengyu should arrive.

Haha, Wang Lu smiled slightly.

When his spiritual consciousness touched them, six pairs of bewildered and terrified eyes seemed to see him waking up and sense the passing of his spiritual consciousness. The six people were like frightened rabbits, and they ran away without a trace.

"Come again."

The time was exactly the same. Under such abundant and rich spiritual energy, the effectiveness of the nine super spirit gathering talismans was shortened. He didn't know if it was God's will, but when his cultivation reached the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, the effectiveness of the super talismans was less than a cup of tea. The two seemed to be connected together by an invisible hand, and at this moment, he woke up.

Wang Lu shot out eighteen super spirit gathering talismans in one breath. He wanted to make full preparations for the next ten days.

"Wow..."

Time passes by like running water, flowing among the yellow leaves blown down by the wind.

On the third day, Song Fengyu finally broke through the fifth level with the help of the "Fast" spirit hairpin, a powerful weapon for breaking formations.

Unfortunately, the hairpin has completed its mission, shattered into pieces and no longer exists.

Song Fengyu couldn't help but feel a little sigh and sad in his heart. If it weren't for "Fast", he would never be able to get out of the fifth level of this strange and powerful formation.

The Pig-Headed Monk not only did not exaggerate, but instead downplayed its divine power a lot.

The mountain wind whistled, making his clothes flutter and his heart surge, just like the winding and undulating dark mountains in the distance that were shrouded in clouds and mist.

One of them was level with the mountain at his feet, and on its top sat a palace that towered into the clouds. The cold halo emanating from the palace made his eyes look cold and stern, but it plucked the strings of his heart, which rarely felt gentle.

"Mother...Mother...the baby is here!"

Song Fengyu's choked voice was instantly crushed and carried away by the wind, disappearing into thin air.

Dad said that mother is in the palace called "Prison Road" and I will rescue you even if it means my death.

And Brother Wang, I'm sorry, I lied to you. If I knew I could pass the five gates of the Holy Mountain, I would definitely stop you and would not let you follow me and take risks.

I just hope that you will be blessed with good fortune and pass the five levels safely. Brother Lu, if anything happens to you, I will risk my own life to massacre the secret clan and avenge you.

Staring at the word "prisoner's way", Song Fengyu said silently, letting the strong wind mess up his long hair.

You must never cross the mountains covered by clouds and mist, otherwise you will die a very ugly death.

The only way to get to the other side of the mountain is to follow the rules and cross the mountains and ridges.

There is more than one road under your feet, just like the eight gates of the left path, “Kai, Xiu, Sheng, Shang, Du, Jing, Jing, Si”, some are good and some are bad, each is different.

He would not act rashly. Although he felt that every path was the same, his intuition told him that if he took the wrong path, there would be great danger.

"call out."

A pale yellow object as delicate as a spoon but emitting a strange aura seemed to be suspended in front of him.

Seeing it, Song Fengyu smiled and said, "Everything has been put to good use. It's your turn to come on stage."

He pointed with his index finger, and the spoon began to spin, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", slowly spinning, and then spinning faster and faster, so fast that even the sound disappeared without a trace, so fast that even the spoon disappeared, leaving only a condensed and deep yellow color, rooted in the void like a mountain.

What kind of rotation speed is this? Only when its speed reaches a certain limit can it return to the beginning in that extremely short time gap, so that circle after circle, countless times, countless times, the light yellow color accumulates and becomes thicker and thicker, until it is as yellow and bright as the sun.

It was the first time that Song Fengyu used this thing, and even he was shocked.

But he understood that this spoon-like thing was eliminating countless wrong and misleading factors one by one at a thrilling super speed, leaving only the correct and unique answer.

"boom."

After five breaths, the spoon-shaped treasure stopped, and the yellow piece shattered and disappeared. The tail of the spoon unexpectedly pointed to a downhill path behind him that was covered with nameless thorns and bushes.

Song Fengyu said nothing, waved his hand to collect it, jumped into it without any hesitation, and disappeared in the tall and dense forest in the blink of an eye.

The name of this treasure is "The Immortal's Guide". It was exchanged from an old lady who was a powerful Tianzun who came to his Haihuai Residence.

As he frequently visited various high-end underground trading places in Tianhai City, his reputation became increasingly prominent in Nanhai. Although he was careful every time, after so many times, his hiding place was still found by someone with ulterior motives.

And this skinny old woman with chicken skin and white hair is one of them.

But his intuition told him that this mother-in-law was by no means as simple as the Heavenly Lord. Due to his limited cultivation level and eyesight at that time, he could only see a rough idea.

The other party brought a fist-sized, perfectly round purple bead.

That circle seemed similar to the circles he had seen, yet also different. He only knew that he had never seen anything so "round", and for a moment he was speechless.

According to her, the purple bead is an ancient rare treasure. Although it looks intact on the surface, there is actually a tiny crack inside it. She has asked many people with outstanding attainments in refining tools to try to restore it, but no one has succeeded.

Originally, she went to the Fantasy Sect in the Western Desert to find Tian Yidong, but she didn't expect that the other party had run to Zhongzhou.

The old woman sighed, said "Fate cannot be defied" and turned away.

When she came to the South China Sea, she met him by chance, and came here following the "weapon refining" smell emanating from his body.

Song Fengyu didn't expect the other party to be so frank. The old woman seemed to see his surprise and said to him: Little guy, slowly you will understand that lies are much harder to tell than the truth.