The Path to Becoming Immortal

"I'll take the first step, and if you continue, Wanling City will be handed over to you!"

Ning Ping's voice still echoed in the elegant room, but his figure was slightly distorted and disappeared.

Only two people were left looking at each other.

"Humph, this is an eye-opener! This hand space movement, it is not easy for the entire cultivation world to achieve this step of Yun Danfengqing."

Seeing the shocked looks on their faces, Gu Qing felt a substantial sense of superiority.

Of course, Gu Qing was also shocked, and he was shocked by Ning Ping's powerful spiritual consciousness.

Even though he was gathering here to drink tea, his consciousness was constantly observing the surroundings.

Within these hundreds of years, he finally entered the monument, and he successfully broke through to the god transformation stage.

He was proud of this for a long time.

His Gu family is actually a powerful family, but he didn't notice anything just now.

It is enough to show the huge gap between the two.

At this moment, Gu Qing also took the matter of cultivation seriously.

Well, I must practice hard in the future...

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Tens of thousands of miles away from Wanling City, on a barren mountaintop, there was a sudden space distortion, and a monk in a green robe suddenly walked out.

The green-robed monk is naturally Ningping.

If there are monks here, although they can see Ning Ping, if they observe with their spiritual sense, there is no one there.

At this moment, the aura on Ning Ping's body was completely contained in his body, which was a manifestation of returning to nature.

At first glance, he looks like an ordinary young man.

Ning Ping was seen looking in a certain direction, with a faint smile on his lips.

But there was also a hint of coldness in his eyes.

In his spiritual consciousness, dozens of miles away, several monks were slowly walking from a distance, aiming for a mountain village surrounded by mountains in front of them.

This mountain village is very ordinary, the kind that can be seen everywhere around here.

However, under the consciousness, there are still some monks in the village, mostly monks in the Qi Refining Stage and Foundation Building Stage.

Including the few monks who came here, their highest level of cultivation was only at the foundation-building stage.

Several of them were dressed the same as other monks, and on the surface there was no difference.

And these monks, without exception, all have a faint light on their bodies.

Ning Ping frowned slightly.

From this point of view, the situation is actually much more serious than imagined.

You know, I have only been squatting for a day, and I have already gained something.

I'm afraid this is just the tip of the iceberg, and the scale under the water is probably beyond everyone's imagination.

As soon as those Holy Land monks entered the village, they were immediately greeted enthusiastically by people in the village.

After a heated exchange between them, those people were also welcomed in together.

Originally, all the monks in the village were gathered together in one hall.

Afterwards, one of the older, skinny monks, who was also the monk with the highest level of cultivation among them and was in the foundation-building stage, began to preach under his chairmanship.

At the beginning, what they talked about was some cultivation methods.

Immediately afterwards, they exchanged their cultivation experiences, which is also the most popular topic among the monks.

When Ning Ping listened carefully, it was obvious that what the lecturer monk said was beyond his comprehension.

In fact, among the monks, they are very precious about their cultivation experience, for fear that others will learn from it.

These monks, on the other hand, explained everything in detail, and even disclosed some obviously profound methods to the public without any concealment.

In this regard, the monks practicing in the mountain village also listened with interest, and they all seemed to have benefited a lot.

A group of people communicated candidly for several hours before it came to an end.

A man who looked like the leader of a mountain village stepped forward and bowed.

"Fellow Taoist, and all my fellow Taoists, I never expected that you would have no reservations about me, Longshan! Today's exchanges have saved us from many detours. I, Longshan, would like to thank you all for your generosity in clarifying my doubts!"

"Thank you all fellow Taoists!" Others also bowed and saluted.

"Fellow Daoist Dragon, don't be too polite! We are waiting for this difficult moment to help each other, otherwise...hey, we will have to sit back and wait for death!"

The monk surnamed Cai gave him a help, and then said with a serious look on his face.

"That's true! I thought life was easier at the beginning, but over the past hundred years, it has become increasingly difficult!"

After what the other party said, the monk surnamed Long also had a sad look on his face.

"Who says otherwise? I heard from the seniors in the sect that hundreds of years ago, in the world of cultivation, a hundred flowers bloomed, and breaking through the realm was as easy as drinking water!"

The monk surnamed Cai also answered the words with emotion, and even recalled the prosperous age of cultivation world mentioned by the seniors in the sect.

"Yes, I've heard of it too! What a pity! Those good days are getting harder and harder."

The monk surnamed Long didn't know what he thought of, and a look of helplessness flashed across his face.

At this time, other people also came together and said something politely.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Long, I heard that your Longshan ancestor once had an adult with astonishing cultivation. Logically speaking, your life shouldn't be too sad... Why do I hear you talking about this? It’s almost like I can’t continue practicing.”

When the two of them walked out together, the monk named Cai said in confusion.

"Hey... you're right, but we are just a branch separated by generations. I heard that we were able to receive the help of some ancestor at the beginning, but later..."

The monk surnamed Long was embarrassed. It was probably because he finally had someone to confide in, so he continued to talk.

"After our ancestor died in the battle of the holy land, according to the elders in the clan, life was pretty good at the beginning, but then we were gradually alienated. In order to commemorate our ancestors, we simply called this place Longshan! But if you want to get any benefits, that's wishful thinking. The main branch has already eaten it up!"

"Hey... don't even think about it. It seems that some of the natural treasures that you should have obtained from Longshan were probably eaten away by those evil people in the middle of the journey!"

"Humph~... who said it, if my ancestors were still alive, how could I let those villains shit and piss on my head! Hey..."

As he said this, the monk surnamed Long sighed again.

Ning Ping in the distance suddenly realized.

In a battle in the Holy Land hundreds of years ago, there was a powerful monk who died in the Fusion Stage, and his name was Long Shanjun.

If nothing unexpected happened, according to what the old man surnamed Long said, combined with the fact that this place is also called Longshan Village, the ancestor he mentioned should be this Long Shanjun.

In some subsequent distribution of benefits, there was a bias towards those monks who died, which also benefited their descendants.