There is no age in cultivation, and time passed quickly without anyone noticing. Qinglian looked at Zhou Lin, who was sitting cross-legged on the Chaos Lotus Platform, with great satisfaction.

In just these two short years, this precious disciple has given her too many surprises. If it weren't for the overall situation, she would have wanted to bring Zhou Lin to her side and train him with all her strength. However, thinking of Zhou Lin's extraordinary talent and the sufficient resources she had carefully prepared, she believed that it would not be long before the master and disciple would be reunited again.

One has to admit that Zhou Lin's talent is indeed worthy of the word "evil spirit". Qinglian had just finished explaining the basics of "Qinglian Jue" when Zhou Lin was enveloped by a layer of golden light. His aura surged and his soul could be seen slowly expanding with the naked eye.

As an ancient saint, Qinglian could not fail to understand the strange situation of his disciple. This kid had entered a state of enlightenment. For cultivators, enlightenment was a dream opportunity. Most cultivators had only heard of the legend of enlightenment, and knew that as long as they had enlightenment, they could greatly improve their cultivation, or even directly advance to a higher level. How many cultivators dreamed of having the opportunity of enlightenment, but unfortunately, their whole life was in vain.

Qinglian's eyes were wide open as she watched the disciple who had entered the state of enlightenment. For this ancient saint whose cultivation was the best in this chaotic void, enlightenment was not a rare thing. She couldn't remember how many times she had experienced enlightenment in the long years. After all, she was the first Chaos Green Lotus born in the chaotic void. She entered the state of enlightenment the moment she opened her spiritual wisdom. It was that moment of enlightenment that made her comprehend the true meaning of the "Green Lotus Sutra", and she couldn't stop from then on.

It was because of his absolute confidence in his own qualifications that Qinglian dared to abandon his cultivation in the upper realm and return to the chaotic void. The result was just as he expected. After experiencing eight chaotic catastrophes, Qinglian now had absolute confidence that he would be able to soar into the sky after ascending again.

The soul of Zhou Lin in front of him had become a little giant nearly three meters tall, and the aura on his body was constantly increasing, from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, to the late stage of the Nascent Soul, to the great perfection of the Nascent Soul, to the early stage of the Spirit Severing, to the middle stage of the Spirit Severing, and finally to the late stage of the Mahayana.

When Qinglian first saw Zhou Lin's spiritual cultivation improving rapidly, she was looking forward to knowing what level her disciple's first enlightenment could reach. But when Zhou Lin's cultivation began to advance to the Mahayana stage, Qinglian could not help but stand up, pinching her hands in a magic formula and preparing to attack. She would rather interrupt Zhou Lin's enlightenment than watch him break through the Mahayana stage, because once Zhou Lin's cultivation broke through the Mahayana stage, he would face a thunder tribulation, and it was the terrifying Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

Not to mention that with Zhou Lin's current cultivation level and without any magic weapon to protect himself, there is no hope of success at all. His soul will definitely be destroyed by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

Even if Zhou Lin managed to survive the thunder tribulation by chance, it would not be a good thing for him, because after breaking through the Mahayana stage, he would be promoted to the human immortal realm, although it is only the lowest level among the immortal levels. After all, there are two levels between immortals and mortals. If Zhou Lin survived the tribulation with his soul and spirit and achieved the immortal level, then he could only specialize in the cultivation of his soul in the future.

How could Qinglian watch her gifted disciple walk down a path of no return? So she was ready to take action. Once Zhou Lin's cultivation reached the Great Perfection of the Mahayana Stage, she would stop him.

Qinglian nervously watched the disciple in the state of enlightenment. When Zhou Lin's spiritual cultivation broke through the late Mahayana stage, it finally stopped. When Qinglian just breathed a sigh of relief, she was surprised to find that Zhou Lin's aura had new changes. His spiritual cultivation slowly dropped from the late Mahayana stage just now, and in a short while it dropped from the late Mahayana stage to the early Mahayana stage, and his aura was still declining.

Qinglian couldn't help but frown. This was the first time she encountered such a situation in her long years of cultivation. She carefully recalled the process of Zhou Lin's cultivation advancement just now. He had reached perfection in each realm before continuing to break through and advance, without any pretense or deficiency.

So Qinglian concentrated her attention and carefully observed Zhou Lin's situation. After all, even if his cultivation level dropped to the lowest, so what? As long as she ensured that her disciple's soul was not harmed, she could just start over again. It would be a huge joke if she, Qinglian, an ancient saint, could not provide the resources for her disciple's cultivation.

Under Qinglian's attention, Zhou Lin's aura really dropped to the first level of the Spirit Refining Stage, and his soul body also returned to its normal size at the beginning.

Qinglian was puzzled and was about to ask Zhou Lin when he was surprised to find that Zhou Lin's aura had changed again. It began to improve slowly again, from the first level of Qi training period, and it was not until the middle stage of fusion that it was completely stabilized.

Qinglian had been concentrating on observing Zhou Lin's slightest changes, and only at this moment did she feel completely relieved.

Although Zhou Lin's spiritual cultivation was only at the middle stage of fusion at this time, Qinglian's consciousness could clearly perceive that his spiritual body was extremely solid, almost giving off a sense of materialization.

Obviously, Zhou Lin was thoroughly polishing and compressing his soul power. Although it seemed that his cultivation level had dropped a lot, his strength was definitely invincible at the same level. Just think about it, compressing the soul power that was enough to reach the late Mahayana stage to the middle stage of the fusion, what kind of strength does this middle stage of the fusion have?

After Zhou Lin had completely stabilized his realm, Qinglian continued his journey of teaching and imparting the Dao.

In the following time, Zhou Lin would have an epiphany almost every ten days or half a month, but the improvement in his cultivation was extremely limited each time, mostly increasing by one or two small realms. Even Qinglian had become numb. She just told Zhou Lin that as long as he did not break through to the Mahayana Great Perfection, he could do whatever he wanted.

Zhou Lin stopped practicing after reaching the late stage of Mahayana, and learned various knowledge of cultivation under the guidance of his master, from the introduction of alchemy and refining to the recognition of the master of each cave, cave paradise, and the use of various magic tools, magic treasures and talismans.

With the help of his master, Zhou Lin forcibly recognized two great saint-level puppets as his masters. These were two protectors that Qinglian selected from the ten saint-level puppets donated by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to ensure the safety of his disciples. Qinglian also equipped these two puppets with a full set of top-grade innate spiritual treasures from head to toe.

Zhou Lin's soul body was armed to the teeth, with a top-grade acquired treasure Nine Dragon Crown on his head, which could not only resist nine consecutive attacks on the soul by the Saint Rank, but also control nine golden dragons to fight back. As for the specific power, Zhou Lin didn't know, but when he asked the master, Qinglian didn't answer but smiled and said nothing. Zhou Lin immediately understood. Obviously, if a Saint Rank attacked his soul, how could the master let him go easily? The counterattack method set by the master himself was naturally powerful.

In the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness of the soul body, a fist-sized Chaos Pearl kept spinning, emitting bursts of light gray mist, nourishing the soul at all times. This was a top-grade Chaos Treasure, and it was also the last guarantee of the soul body. If the Nine Dragon Crown on his head was destroyed, the Chaos Pearl could protect Zhou Lin's soul body and allow him to escape at random.

Also suspended in the sea of ​​consciousness was a top-grade chaos spiritual treasure-level silver dagger and six fine needles made of chaos stone.

Even though Zhou Lin's current cultivation level far exceeds that of an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, he has no ability to control the Chaos Spirit Treasure. If he wants to completely control this silver dagger, he must have a cultivation level of at least the Immortal level.

As for the six chaos needles, they have now been refined and can be used smoothly. As long as Zhou Lin's spiritual consciousness is locked on a certain place, the stone needles will hit it instantly and silently. Those who are hit by the needles will suffer damage to their soul at the very least, or their soul will be destroyed and they will die at the worst.

Due to the characteristics of Chaos Stone, it is impossible to be locked by spiritual consciousness, so these six Chaos Stone needles are definitely the best choice for Yin people. When the master introduced these six stone needles, a thought emerged in Zhou Lin's mind, that is, never offend women. Obviously, this was definitely the work of the master.

With Zhou Lin's current level of cultivation, it is impossible for him to successfully refine and recognize so many high-level magic weapons. Even if he consumes all his spiritual power, he cannot refine a single innate spiritual treasure. However, Master Qinglian has a large amount of Chaos Spirit Liquid. Yes, the colorful glow in the ten-meter square pool where the Chaos Green Lotus grows is the Chaos Spirit Liquid.

When Zhou Lin was refining the magic weapon, a crystal clear three-inch jade bottle was suspended above his head. Whenever the chaotic spiritual liquid wrapped in his body was about to be consumed, a drop would immediately drip from the jade bottle above his head.

Zhou Lin didn't know how much Chaos Spirit Liquid he had consumed. Qing Lian, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. You know, the Chaos Stone in his paradise looked only two meters high, but it was nearly three hundred meters underground. Even with such a huge Chaos Stone, it could only condense ten to twenty drops of Chaos Spirit Liquid every year.

His beloved disciple had already consumed more than fifty drops of Chaos Spiritual Liquid, and he had to prepare some for him to use when he breaks through the realm in the future. Qinglian sighed secretly, if he didn't care about his own disciple, who would? While shaking his head and sighing, he took out a purple-gold gourd that was more than an inch high, pulled out the stopper, and aimed the gourd mouth at the pool. A thumb-thick stream of colorful water was slowly sucked into the gourd. Obviously, this purple-gold gourd was also a high-level storage magic weapon. When the gourd was filled with Chaos Spiritual Liquid, the water level of the entire pool dropped by more than two feet.

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