The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Meng Wan looked at the woman in front of her with admiration and a pious tone.

"The Grandmaster was able to create the Blood Devil Heavenly Evil Technique, she is truly a great talent!

I have always wondered what kind of talented cultivator could have created this technique.

After meeting Grandma Zushi today, I finally understood that only a master like you can create such a miraculous and extraordinary magic skill!"

Hearing this, the woman curled her lips into a faint smile.

“You are quite eloquent. Originally, according to the expectation, those of you who practiced the Blood Evil Art would have to reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage before you could know the existence of the deity from the art.

I didn't expect that you would meet me earlier by accident."

Meng Wan bowed down again, and said firmly, "Senior, if you need me for anything, just ask. I will go through fire and water and will never refuse!"

The woman paused and looked at Meng Wan with interest, "Do you know who I am?"

Meng Wan hesitated and shook his head, "I don't know, but I think he must be a powerful person who dominates the world and makes a difference."

"To dominate the world and dominate the world? You are right to say that."

The woman's eyes showed pride, "I am the founder of Tiandao Academy and the first president of Tiandao Academy."

"The founder and first dean of Tiandao Academy?"

Meng Wan was very surprised.

She had heard Teacher Xuanwei talk about the deans of past generations. The first dean was clearly a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance. He ascended to heaven tens of thousands of years ago. He was not the woman in front of her at all!

The woman saw what Meng Wan was thinking and a dangerous smile appeared on her lips.

"My good disciple took advantage of my unpreparedness and teamed up with others to plot against me. He personally took away the Tiandao Academy that I founded!"

When talking about the past, the woman's face suddenly became fierce.

“I was backstabbed by the disciple I personally taught. He thought I was dead, but he didn’t know that I had prepared for it and left a way out for myself.

For tens of thousands of years since then, I have been hiding in the Enlightenment Stone, recuperating and planning in secret, waiting for the future."

"Tens of thousands of years?"

Meng Wan couldn't help but ask, "Has no one discovered your whereabouts in all these years?"

The woman chuckled, a hint of amusement in her tone.

"I have my own way to conceal the secret. As for the others who tried to refine the Enlightenment Stone, they are all dead."

As the woman spoke, she suddenly pointed a finger at Meng Wan.

"Since you have seen me in advance, I will give you a small gift."

Those slender fingers seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. The movements seemed gentle, but they carried unparalleled pressure.

Meng Wan was horrified and instinctively wanted to resist.

However, the opponent's strength was far beyond her imagination. Under the opponent's pressure, she even had difficulty breathing, and the blood in her body seemed to be solidified and could not be mobilized at all.

She watched the finger point at her forehead, and a strange energy instantly surged into her body.

This energy was not violent, but rather very gentle, causing Meng Wan to feel a strong sense of tiredness from the bottom of her heart.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, everything in front of her eyes began to become distorted, and finally she fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Wan opened her eyes again and found herself sitting on the enlightenment platform.

What happened? Why did she fall into a coma?

A gloom flashed across Meng Wan's eyes. While checking her body for any abnormalities, she tried hard to recall what had happened before she fell into a coma.

It seemed that she fainted not long after entering the enlightenment platform.

Before Meng Wan could think carefully, her expression suddenly changed slightly and she quickly looked inward at her dantian.

Earth-shaking changes are taking place in her dantian.

The blood pill, which was originally as solid as a walnut, suddenly shattered and turned into a ball of blood-red liquid, flowing slowly like magma, emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

"Is this... about to transform into an infant?"

Meng Wan was shocked. She could clearly feel a strong suction force coming from deep in her dantian, pulling the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth to rush in madly and merge into the blood.

At the same time, the blood and energy in her body were growing wildly at an unprecedented speed, and she was only a stone's throw away from the Nascent Soul stage.

There is no time to delay...

Meng Wan did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. She immediately concentrated and calmed her mind, devoting all her attention to the process of forming the infant.

There is chaos in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Following the instructions of Teacher Qingyi, Meng Wan began to outline the prototype of the Nascent Soul.

As her thoughts flowed, the chaos in her sea of ​​consciousness gradually dissipated, and a vague outline gradually emerged.

She carefully controlled the liquid transformed from the shattered golden elixir, allowing it to flow slowly along the vague outline, like carefully carving a piece of art.

Strands of blood-colored spiritual fluid entangled like silk threads, gradually outlining the body, limbs, and facial features of the Nascent Soul...

Every little detail is meticulous.

As time passed, beads of sweat appeared on Meng Wan's forehead and her face turned pale.

Condensing an infant is a process that consumes a lot of mental energy and spiritual power. If you are not careful, all your efforts will be wasted, and you may even go astray.

Meng Wan did not dare to relax at all. She gritted her teeth and vowed to build the most perfect Nascent Soul.

As time went by, the surging blood-colored spiritual fluid in the Dantian continued to condense and eventually turned into the shape of a baby.

The tiny Nascent Soul sat cross-legged, the outline of Meng Wan vaguely visible between his eyebrows, but his expression was more childish, revealing a naive air.

A powerful force surged out from the depths of her dantian, making Meng Wan feel stronger and more confident than ever before.

She slowly opened her eyes, with excitement flashing in them, as if she saw a whole new world.

At the same time, the Nascent Soul in the Dantian suddenly opened its eyes.

A powerful aura emanates from its small body, like a king ruling the world, looking down at all living beings.

"boom!"

A deafening thunder exploded in Meng Wan's sea of ​​consciousness, as if the whole world was shaking.

Meng Wan suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky outside the formation.

The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and a suffocating pressure descended from the sky.

"Nascent Soul Tribulation!"

Meng Wan's expression was slightly stern. This was a test that every cultivator had to go through to break through the Nascent Soul stage.

Only by overcoming the heavenly tribulation can one achieve a true Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul in the Dantian seemed to have sensed the coming of the heavenly tribulation. It looked up at the sky, without any fear in its eyes. Instead, it was filled with excitement and fighting spirit.

It put its hands on its hips, looked up to the sky and howled, making a clear cry, as if challenging the heavenly calamity.

Meng Wan decisively removed the surrounding defensive formations, took the initiative to soar into the air, and faced the thunder.

The formation can withstand the bombardment of heavenly thunder, but the baptism of heavenly thunder is also an opportunity to temper the body and improve cultivation.

She would not miss any opportunity to make herself stronger, even if it meant licking blood on the tip of a knife.