Eternal Life: I hold the door to eternal life

In the Woxian Courtyard, Fang Han lived alone in the small courtyard. While pacing in the room, Fang Han told Yan about his experience in the Tianxing Palace, and then asked: "Yan, shouldn't this killing calamity be over? How come I was almost killed by Hua Tiandu when I just returned to Yuhuamen?"

After hearing what happened, Yan smiled and said, "When you faced Hua Tiandu, a strong man who had one foot in the immortal secret realm, you were able to fight back without changing your expression, and even made a ten-year agreement with him. Why are you worried now?"

Fang Han shook his head and said, "I'm not worried about Hua Tiandu, I'm worried about this difficult-to-predict killing calamity. If I haven't gotten over the killing calamity and it keeps going on and on, I don't think I should continue to practice."

Yan Yu said earnestly, "The path of cultivation is not a smooth road, so how can it be smooth sailing? Without the trials and tribulations, without going through all kinds of dangerous disasters, how can one cultivate the great way, break through the realm and ascend to the immortal realm? The path of cultivation is a difficult journey full of disasters. If you don't use the Three Talents Soul Refining Method, won't you encounter danger? Won't you encounter killings?"

“Instead of worrying about whether you have survived the killing calamity, you should quickly feed your spirit, step into the realm of magical powers, and improve your strength. This is the right way!”

Fang Han immediately understood: "I was really frightened by the inexplicable panic brought by the killing calamity. I even unconsciously associated everything with the killing calamity. Yan is right. Instead of being entangled in the killing calamity, it is better to improve my strength quickly. This is the right way."

After Fang Han figured it out, he felt his mind was clear and he no longer had anything to worry about. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, adjusted his breathing for a while, and adjusted himself to the best state. With a thought, his body immediately overflowed with red light, and in a breath, Fang Hun's figure condensed in front of him.

Fang Han looked at the pink and tender baby in front of him, thinking to himself, "The reincarnation of the spirit of the supreme artifact, I actually refined it into a spirit clone? In this process, except for the higher consumption during feeding, there was no accident at all. Do the immortal kings in the immortal world really not know Fang Rentu's situation? Or is everything in their calculations? Did they also calculate me, a time traveler?"

Fang Han shook his head and said to himself firmly, "Fang Rentu is already in my hands. Sooner or later, I will have to face these Immortal Kings. Since there is no way out, I can only make progress bravely and quickly improve my cultivation. Only when I have mastered absolute strength, I will have the confidence to speak when facing the Immortal Kings in the future!"

Fang Han suppressed his thoughts and told Yan Dao: "I am going to start feeding the spirit for the second time, you help me keep an eye on it."

Each courtyard in Woxianyuan is equipped with a defensive array. No one can enter another courtyard without the owner's permission. Yuhuamen also strictly prohibits trespassing. This is to ensure the safety of disciples during their practice. Therefore, Fang Han feeds the spirit in his own courtyard without fear of being disturbed.

Yan once said that in each realm, the consumption of feeding the spirit is fixed. However, as soon as the second feeding began, the speed of swallowing the spirit was more than double that of the first feeding.

Fang Han immediately complained in his mind: "Yan, what are you doing? Why is it different from what you said? The speed of soul devouring is twice as fast as the first time. Can you be more accurate in what you say?"

Yan was also shocked by this sudden change. He was silent for a long time before he sighed, "Hey, I said long ago that there are too many variables in refining Fang Rentu into a spirit. Fortunately, the elixir prepared this time is five times that of the first feeding. Even if the demand for feeding the spirit increases, it can be supported."

Fang Han also knew that the spirit refined by Fang Rentu would definitely not be the same as that of an ordinary person. Although he complained about Yan, he did not really blame him in his heart. He immediately began to refine the elixir in his body with all his strength and tried his best to maintain his own condition.

Fortunately, Fang Han has now reached the peak of the tenth level of physical cultivation. Not only has his mental power condensed into a clear shape, but the blood and flesh essence around him has also been cultivated to the extreme of the physical realm, and the speed of refining medicinal power has also greatly increased.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three days have passed. At this time, the second feeding is coming to an end, and Fang Han has become a 90-year-old man who is terminally ill. He has silver hair, sunken eyes, and a emaciated body.

What was slightly better than the first feeding was that this time, Yan did not help to replenish his mental power, and Fang Han did not fall into a state of suspended animation. Although his mind was turbid, he could still barely maintain a trace of clarity and actively refine the medicinal power.

Ten minutes later, the spirit lying in Fang Han's palms on the blood lake suddenly opened its eyes. There was no change in the spirit's body shape and appearance, but there was a hint of indifference in its originally lifeless eyes.

The spirit, which was about ten centimeters tall, turned over and stood in the blood lake in Fang Han's palms. After a few seconds of silence, it merged into Fang Han's body again. Then, the blood lake in Fang Han's hands slowly dissipated. At this point, the second spirit feeding was completed.

As Fang Han continued to refine the medicinal power in his body, his body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just over a minute, Fang Han had recovered to the appearance of a sixty-year-old man. But at this moment, Fang Han's body suddenly changed.

As Fang Han sensed it, a blood-red flame suddenly appeared in his mind. Then, a burning sensation like being burned by a raging fire instantly spread throughout his body. Fang Han immediately let out a shrill roar, and his heart was filled with confusion and fear.

Yan is worthy of being a ten-thousand-year-old demon, with rich experience and knowledge. He gave timely advice: "This is a disaster of heart fire burning the body. You just need to stick to your heart, put the burning pain behind you, and ignore it. When the heart fire passes, you can still get a lot of benefits!"

Fang Han tried to calm down and concentrate, but the intense pain from the fire burning his flesh kept stimulating his mind, so how could he really calm down?

Then Yan said calmly: "Don't resist blindly, and don't feel unbearable. You must remember that the source of all pain is the extension of emotions and thoughts. Only by letting go of all thoughts and having a clear mind can you achieve great freedom."

Yan continued slowly, "The burning of the body by fire in the heart is a kind of heart calamity. If you can't get through it, your body will be burned. If you can understand it, while burning your body, isn't it also tempering your flesh? The burning of the body by fire in the heart is both a calamity and an opportunity. It depends on how you grasp it!"

Yan didn't care whether Fang Han heard his telepathic message or not, and continued: "I will continue to integrate the elixir into your body to restore your physical body. But as long as you have the heart fire, you don't need to worry about refining the elixir. Just focus on overcoming the tribulation."

At this time, Fang Han's face was distorted, his skin was red, and he was shaking. Fang Han himself no longer felt the slightest bit of his physical body, and only felt that his whole body had turned into a ball of blazing flames, and the endless intense burning pain was stimulating his mind more and more.

Yan used his mind to transmit his thoughts, and Fang Han could hear every word clearly. But it was easy for Yan to say, but it was extremely difficult for him to do it. Whenever he wanted to calm down and concentrate, the intense burning pain would pull him back to reality, as if reminding him: "Hey, the heart fire is burning you, why don't you resist it quickly, what are you doing?"