Mortal's journey to immortality

Hearing the words that he didn't quite understand, Song Fengyu was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and smiled, "Hey."

At that time, he was still half a step away from becoming a master weapon refiner. He had helped others repair many ancient treasures before. However, the ancient times were separated from the present by an unknown distance, which was an extremely severe challenge for him. Any slight deviation would destroy the treasure.

For the sake of his own reputation and the other party's treasure, he didn't dare to accept it at all.

The old woman seemed to have a pair of turbid eyes that could see through people's hearts. She smiled and told him that he was the only one in the world who could restore the purple pearl, and asked him not to worry. If he didn't even have the courage to try, how could he make progress bravely and advance all the way to the level of Grand Master and then above Grand Master?

The words of encouragement and inspiration made Song Fengyu so excited that he grabbed the beads and ran to the underground refining room.

With a clang, the door closed.

This stage lasted for three full years.

No one knew how he spent those three years. Although he was dishevelled when he came out, the light in his eyes was unusually bright. The tiny cracks inside the purple bead had been perfectly repaired by him, and the whole bead was glowing with a magnificent purple-red halo, which was so moving and beautiful.

The old woman had been meditating with her eyes closed under the locust tree since Song Fengyu entered the weapon refining room. It was not until Song Fengyu came out excitedly holding the purple bead that she slowly stood up and smiled kindly. When she took the purple bead, a spoon-shaped treasure named "The Immortal's Guide" and a jade slip of magic formula appeared on the stone table.

Picking up the "Immortal's Guide", Song Fengyu suddenly had a mysterious and touching feeling. Had the old woman pointed out a way for him to find the immortal?

For a moment, he was stunned and didn't even notice when the old man left.

And when he woke up from his dazed trance state, he had unknowingly entered the realm of a master of weapon refining.

This is an indescribable enlightenment.

At the same time, he also understood that after repairing the purple bead, his weapon technique had a hint of something else, but that thing suddenly sank to the deepest part of his weapon technique, and would only gradually emerge when his weapon refining realm reached a certain level.

As they walked, Song Fengyu recalled the past event which seemed to have happened yesterday and was still fresh in his memory. However, the old woman's face was even more blurred than last time. Even the purple bead had become dim and hazy, no longer round.

So much so that Song Fengyu didn't dare to recall it easily. He was afraid that one day, that person or that thing would eventually disappear from his memory, be erased forever, and never come back.

What he couldn't understand was that the spoon treasure was given to him by the old woman, so why was it that while the spoon was still there, her face and the purple beads were detached from his mind and left him?

Will it be...

Song Fengyu didn't want to think about it anymore. He and Wang Lu were somewhat similar. Once they made up their minds, they would not easily question them.

Although this treasure helped him find the most correct path, there were still many different formations along the way.

In his opinion, since he was an outsider and did not have the corresponding secret clan identity token, those hidden formations were able to jump out to besiege him and kill him.

After going through the five levels of the Holy Mountain, these formations are powerful, but they can no longer hurt him. They can all be broken with patience.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye. Song Fengyu calmly watched his two puppets in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Stage, which were shining with purple light, fighting a bloody battle with ugly and weird-looking ferocious monsters with the strength of early stage human spirits that kept emerging from the formation.

As the saying goes, more ants kill an elephant.

As soon as he entered the formation, twenty-three monsters he had never seen before suddenly emerged and caught him off guard.

Fortunately, he has two puppets in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation.

In the current world of immortal cultivation, who can create a puppet of the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm? Even the puppet master of the legendary large sect in the South China Sea cannot do it.

These two puppets should be the man's masterpiece that he got by chance, and judging from his level of refining, they should have been made a long time ago and were completely repaired by him.

In order to obtain these two puppets, he carefully passed on to them almost all his knowledge, experience and insights about refining equipment.

Fortunately, that person had some talent in refining equipment, and sometimes some of the theories he put forward were so ingenious that he had to think deeply about them.

Song Fengyu understood that those ideas were not his own ideas, but were taught to him by a weapon refiner who was as knowledgeable as himself.

He knew that on the one hand, that person was using other people's opinions to test him, which was equivalent to a remote communication and confrontation between him and the weapon refiner, to measure whether he was qualified to take the two puppets.

On the other hand, it was said specifically for him to hear, so that he would know that there are innumerable talented people in the world who are good at weapons, and that he must not just sit in a well and watch the world from afar, be complacent, but must go out and have a look, gather the strengths of all schools, integrate them, and make his own unique mark in the way of weapons.

Neither Song Fengyu nor he asked each other's names, but they both knew them very well, because of Wang Lu, they knew them very well.

One time in particular, a stunning female cultivator came with him wearing a veil. The woman's hair was tied up like a phoenix crown, and she was wearing a colorful skirt. She was as beautiful as a fairy. She bowed to him and returned to the man with a smile on her face. The man took her hand lovingly...

Since that time, he never saw Xu Kui and He Chan, the couple who left the house and disappeared.

Song Fengyu looked at the two puppets fighting the monsters fearlessly, and his memories came back to him.

Those monsters have human body shapes, but they are completely different from humans.

They have many eyes, but no nose, two or three or four mouths, no ears, and their heads are either covered in messy "weeds" or have bumps on them. They have four hands and four feet or six hands and two feet. They are extremely powerful and know all kinds of powerful pure magic techniques of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

He had never seen or imagined that there would be such a mess of monsters in the world.

Fortunately, the two puppets were not vegetarians. They were never afraid of anything stronger than their own bodies. They took all the magic spells that hit their bodies, such as fire, wood, water, waves, swords, chopping, earth collapse, and rocks. If they felt a little uncomfortable, they would be full of energy and knock them all to pieces.

However, they are only semi-real alternative existences created by the formation. Even if you chop them into pieces, they will stand up again soon with the help of the formation's rapid piecing together and combining. No one knows what they are shouting, but they will come at you ferociously with a roar.

However, as time passed, the speed at which "they" resurrected became slower and slower, from the initial ten breaths to the current hour, and their number became fewer and fewer. Slowly, out of the twenty or so, only this one that was "hatching" was left.

Song Fengyu had no way to deal with it. He could only wait patiently for "it" to be repaired and then blow it up to break the formation.

At this time, Wang Lu had finished his training and stood facing the wind. According to his perception, Song Fengyu was nearby.

However, no matter how he used his snow eyes to search, he could not find out the exact location of Song Fengyu.

From this we can see that the secret clan’s formation, whether it is a large formation, a medium formation or a small formation, has its mysteries.