The Luo family was in an uproar.
Just because.
Today is Grandpa Luo’s 200th birthday as an immortal. A group of his descendants have come back from far away to celebrate his birthday.
"Congratulations, Master, for cultivating immortals for 200 years!"
Luo Xuanyi, a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance and wearing a green robe, was sitting at the main table, stroking his beard and smiling as he watched his descendants.
Thinking about his life, he was not from the Central Region at all, but from the Western Region.
Originally, he was just a slave who raised horses in a small Qi-cultivation family in the Western Regions. He would never have the chance to achieve success in the path to immortality in his entire life.
As a result, a group of enemies of the Qigong family came to seek revenge and broke into the family, looking like they were going to wipe out the entire family. He was affected and fled in panic on his horse.
On the way, he met the young master of the family who was fighting with his enemy, and they both died in the end. He picked up the young master's storage bag.
Who would have thought that inside was the treasure of the entire Qi training family.
Based on this.
He embarked on the path to immortality and achieved success in practicing Qi.
How could a slave who had been raising horses since childhood have any top-level spiritual roots? It was just an ordinary middle-low-grade spiritual root.
Even if one has a storage bag of immortal cultivation resources, one can only reach the seventh level of Qi training at best.
He took things as they came and walked aimlessly.
At last.
He planned to find a place in the barren Western Regions where he could be a not-too-outstanding immortal, but where he could dominate the world with the help of the seventh level of Qi training and take root.
However, for seven months, he got lost while walking.
baffling.
Then we came to a cave.
There was a teleportation formation in the cave, which teleported him to a desolate mountain area, where white mist lingered all year round...
Finally, after walking for a while, he realized with horror that this was not a mountain range at all! He was clearly standing on a mountain that stretched for 300 miles and contained a terrifying skeleton.
In panic, he fell down and finally hit a ball of colorful glass light. When he woke up, he found himself in the Central Region.
Everything that happened before seemed like a dream.
but.
What surprised him was that his talent for cultivation, perhaps due to the colorful glazed light ball, had turned his lower-middle-grade spiritual roots into top-grade spiritual roots!
In the Central Region, he wandered around as a casual cultivator for several years. Relying on the storage bag treasures of the Qi training family, he pushed his own cultivation to the tenth level of Qi training!
Top-level spiritual roots, that is, the tenth level of Qi training, still have the potential to impact the foundation building stage.
He is self-aware.
The tenth level of Qi training is almost his limit.
then.
He walked westward, preparing to return to the Western Regions.
He ended up taking the wrong path again.
baffling.
He actually came to the heart of the Central Region, outside the imperial city of the Zhongdu Dynasty, the most powerful force in the entire Five Regions, and inexplicably happened to catch up with the grand ceremony of the two major sects recruiting disciples.
He wanted to leave, but was dragged to the center by the crowd.
I felt confused for a while.
Not only did he pass three rounds of trials, but in the enchantment area, he transformed from the tenth level of Qi training into a pure heavenly spiritual Qi foundation, a spiritual seed foundation, and a heavenly way foundation...
When he was recruited into Leimen, he was still in a daze, and hadn't realized at all that he had already established his Heavenly Dao foundation and was being cultivated as a golden elixir or even a Nascent Soul seed.
"Tsk, tsk."
“At that time, I was really full of energy and enthusiasm.”
"I thought I was the son of destiny, a genius favored by fate, as if becoming a god was within my reach..."
At the main table, Luo Xuanyi, who was drunk, began to sigh, and his eyes subconsciously recalled the past.
After joining the Lei Sect, he was infected by the atmosphere in the sect and began to work hard to make progress, taking the Golden Elixir and even the Nascent Soul Transformation as his goals.
however.
Fate seemed to have forgotten it.
During the short period of time when he was just getting by and was leisurely and lazy, various opportunities and fortunes seemed to push him forward.
But now, when he tried to move forward, it was as if he was falling into the abyss.
It has been ten years since Leimen joined the sect.
He cultivated to the late stage of foundation building and went out for a walk, but was dragged into a battle at the Nascent Soul level.
But he thought that it would be the same as before, both sides would perish together, and he would get a chance.
Reality slapped him hard in the face!
He was affected.
As a result, the foundation of the immortal path was damaged.
The 30th year of Leimen.
He had completed his foundation building and set out to achieve Dan formation, but he failed without a doubt!
He is too ambitious!
He wanted to rush for the top-level golden elixir directly, but it exploded just as he condensed the elixir. If the ancestor had not been there and took action in time, he would have died on the spot.
After one failed attempt, not even the True Pill was condensed, and all his Heavenly Dao foundation was wasted, leaving him completely devastated.
He even became the laughing stock of the entire sect.
later.
The seventieth year of Kaminarimon.
He barely succeeded in breaking through to the Jindan realm and condensed a real pill.
Followed by.
He no longer had any extravagant hopes for the golden elixir, primordial infant, or even the fantasy of becoming a god. He practiced steadily and picked up his old dreams again.
I plan to accumulate as many cultivation resources as possible in Leimen, reach the limit of the Jindan realm, and then go to a corner of the Central Region to become a hedonistic master.
In this way, his luck seemed to have returned again.
He obtained a secret technique called "the art of making elixirs"!
This is not the method of transforming the real elixir into the golden elixir!
Instead.
A secret method called elixir cultivation!
You can use this method to plant the golden elixir in the body of a golden elixir cultivator who has just died on top of your own true elixir. As time goes by, you can continuously assimilate the golden elixir with the true elixir and plunder the golden elixir's origin...
With this, the real elixir can be transformed into the golden elixir!
The normal method of making elixir is extremely dangerous, and the risk of dying is no less than the risk of falling when one is building the foundation and striving for the golden elixir.
But this "method of growing pills" is extremely mysterious!
Even if it fails, there is no risk of dying. It can be said that as long as you keep planting golden elixirs and plant enough golden elixirs, they will surely turn into real golden elixirs.
The strange aura of other people's golden elixirs can be refined bit by bit over time by relying on the mysterious "elixir-growing technique".
It is difficult to make golden elixir in other places.
But where is he?
The Taoist tradition of transformation into God!
The most powerful place in the world, where the most Jindan geniuses gather!
Here, only the Yuanying Prodigy can be considered to have entered the inner circle!
Jindan geniuses are everywhere, but more than half of the ten Jindan cultivators are Jindan.
As long as there is a fallen golden elixir and it is not in the sect, it is not difficult to usurp a fallen golden elixir.
After a period of psychological preparation, he decided to practice this method.
Not long after that.
Fate favored him again.
When he was carrying out a mission with his Yuanying-stage brother, he was involved in a dispute among seven major forces. Hundreds of Jindan-stage cultivators died in that battle.
Among them, two Jindan also died.
He was unceremonious.
He usurped the golden elixirs of these two fallen golden elixir monks.
One of them is a minor golden elixir!
The other one is even a small perfect golden elixir!
Ninety years of Kaminarimon.
He succeeded in "transforming the elixir" and became a Golden Elixir cultivator, which shocked half of the Huashen Taoist school. If his master Lei Ming had not been away in the sect, he would probably have come to encourage him in person.
He had something to hide, so naturally he didn't dare to face Master Huashen!
Soon.
He felt that there was no hope for him to attain Nascent Soul in this lifetime, so he left the sect, retired to his hometown, established an immortal cultivation family, and continued his bloodline.
"can."
"It's pretty good."
"My life has been full of ups and downs. I started as a little horse slave and embarked on the path to immortality. I built my foundation along the way and became a golden elixir. Now I am the ancestor of the Tiannan Luo family. I have thousands of descendants, hundreds of wives and concubines, and I dominate the area..."
"I am content!"
Luo Xuanyi was narrating slowly. He was getting drunk.
He actually fell asleep slowly at the main table.
As an old ancestor who has achieved great perfection in the Golden Elixir, the lifespan of the Golden Elixir is 500 years, and he still has about 300 years of remaining life.
It can be said.
At this time, Luo Xuanyi was at the peak of his prime.
"Weird."
"How come the ancestor gets drunk with just a little bit of alcohol?"
Luo Sanxuan, the only Nascent Soul cultivator of Tiannan Luo family who was at the Dharma Realm, felt alarmed and walked forward to check.
But, he found out helplessly.
This is really drunk!
"Hurry up and send the ancestor to his room!"
Simultaneously.
In his dream, Luo Xuanyi had a beautiful dream. He dreamed that there was a figure with an unclear face, who looked like the god of heaven as passed down by the Leimen people.
In the dream, he was granted a magical skill called Tai Shang Wang Qing.
A cold wind blew.
The cold wind woke Luo Xuanyi up. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He felt the mysterious mental method in his mind and found it a little unbelievable.
"This...isn't this a dream?"
"Is there really an immortal who came to me in my dream and taught me the supreme Dharma?"
Outside the house, Su Chen floated away.
In fact.
When the birthday banquet began, he stood beside Luo Xuanyi, but because of his unknown state, he didn't even notice the presence of his Nascent Soul.
Luo Xuanyi was drunk and reminiscing about the past.
"Strange."
"This Luo Xuanyi can actually trigger the vibration of the Supreme Forgetfulness Dao. He is actually a good successor of the Red Dust Realm!"
"It's just that his talent is far from being as high as Li Qing's."
"At best, he has half the talent of Li Qing... But Luo Xuanyi's fate is too mysterious and too lucky..."
"When the time comes, when the two dragons compete, it's hard to say who will stand out..."
There can only be one successor of the Red Dust Dao in a world.
Nu Shi, Li Qing, and Luo Xuanyi, under the manipulation of fate, are destined to be mortal enemies. Only one of them can survive by taking away everything from the other two.
However, Su Chen didn't care about these.
All he cared about was the growth of the Changqing Dao Mark.
"I'll give you a choice."
"It's up to you..."
"With your mysterious fate, maybe, even if you don't choose the Supreme Forgetful Immortal Path, you can still find a way to become a god..."
Su Chen's body floated away, and he turned and left.
Luo Xuanyi is different from Li Qing.
Li Qing got his revenge, but he was left with nothing. He had become a useless immortal. If he continued to practice immortal cultivation, it would be difficult for him to achieve anything.
At most, it's just a foundation-building stage.
The Supreme Way of Forgetting Feelings might give him the possibility of reaching the third level of incarnation, becoming a quasi-immortal, or even a mortal immortal.
The Supreme Way of Forgetting Love is most suitable for Li Qing.
Luo Xuanyi is different.
He has thousands of descendants, is the ancestor of a region, and has reached the state of great perfection of the golden elixir, and is in the prime of his life.
If his mysterious fate brings him more luck, achieving the Nascent Soul stage will be a natural thing!
Luo Xuanyi still has choices.
There is no need to follow this path of supreme oblivion. After all, if he wants to follow this path, he will inevitably have to give up all his immortal talents.
Two hundred years of practice and the attainment of the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir cannot be given up so easily.
Even if Su Chen were in Luo Xuanyi's situation, he might not necessarily choose the obviously more advanced path that could lead to becoming a quasi-immortal or even a mortal immortal.
Three roads.
Shinto practice of the God Worshipping Sect!
The destiny of the rise of the half-demon race!
And this Supreme Way of Forgetting Love that does not consider either talent or resources!
Next.
All Su Chen has to do is wait for these three paths to bear fruit...
Su Chen left gracefully, and instead of returning to the Immortal City of No Sleep, he went straight back to the Mountain and Sea Realm.
One day in the mountain and sea world!
After reaching the immortal orifice, a hundred years will pass.
With time flowing at such a fast speed, without the threat of the evil dragon and two top-level evil gods, the fruit can basically grow at a rapid speed.
……
……
In the Mountain and Sea Realm, in the Eastern Region, on top of the Daqing Mountain.
The void twists.
Su Chen's figure slowly appeared.
The Daqing Mountain had long disappeared, and was replaced by Su Chen's immortal orifice, making the area within a radius of ten miles a forbidden area.
Throughout the Eastern Region, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which had improved with the advent of the great era, and the endless spiritual veins that had grown from it, were cut off again at this moment.
As for the reason, it was obvious that it was plundered by Su Chen's immortal orifice.
"You!"
"how so!"
There was a cold and ruthless roar with a hint of anger that spread into Su Chen's mind.
Su Chen looked up.
Suddenly, I saw a pair of cold eyes shining with golden color.
This is the way of heaven in the world of mountains and seas!
but.
It is obvious that the Heavenly Dao of the Mountain and Sea Realm has no way to deal with Su Chen.
The Mountain and Sea Realm is much more powerful than the Dayan Realm.
Taoist masters who are in harmony with the Tao and wield unspeakable power have been born generation after generation, but so what?
Although Dao Zun also possesses unspeakable powers, he is not a true immortal and is far inferior to a true immortal. Now Su Chen can kill him.
Su Chen ignored the Heavenly Dao and took the Immortal Aperture back into his body to nurture it.
Subsequently.
They started to gather the mountains and spiritual veins of Daqing Mountain together again, and try to restore everything to its original state as much as possible.
"What are you still looking at here?"
"roll!"
Su Chen raised his eyes and saw that Tiandao's cold eyes were still there. He immediately frowned and scolded.
hum!
The wind and clouds rolled back, and the sky and the earth changed color.
The golden eyes in the sky seemed to be pierced by a sword, and it let out a shrill scream, and golden spiritual blood dripped from the sky.
It fled in panic!
The blood of heaven.
It is also a rare spiritual object.
It can be considered as a blessing for those who have attained spiritual enlightenment.
However, Su Chen did not even take a second look at it, nor did he take it. This thing was useless to him, so it would be better to leave it here and wait for future generations to see which destined person could obtain such a great fortune.
After he collected it, he had one more item in his collection.
If a mortal or an immortal cultivator obtained the blood of heaven, it would be a divine object of destiny that could change one's fate and become his lifelong support.
After a busy work.
On top of this Daqing Mountain, Su Chen rebuilt his hut, made a recliner, and leisurely tended to a small medicinal field, waiting for the growth of the Changqing Dao Mark.
"The years are quiet and peaceful."
"That's... pretty good..."
Su Chen watched the sunset and the sunrise, dozed off to rest, and before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep. (End of this chapter)
