My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 802 Blockade
The following morning, at Qingyu Xianju, Renzi Camp, Mingling Island.

Chen Mu sat cross-legged on the low couch.

Within the Daoji Jade Seed, a warm, pale yellow Yellow Spring Gourd floats and sinks in the center.

The surrounding white magical mist was continuously drawn into it.

With a rhythmic buzzing sound, it soon emitted a wisp of pure black yang energy, which sprayed towards the inner wall of the Dao Foundation Jade Seed.

The golden patterns throughout the jade began to shimmer, as if countless points of light were flowing rapidly along those patterns, and the entire jade exuded a vibrant vitality.

Strands of pure demonic energy descended from the gate of the Great Thousand Lantern City, which was shrunk to the size of a palm. Dao Foundation actively absorbed it, giving rise to a large expanse of white mist magic power.

The magical power that had just been absorbed by the Yellow Spring Gourd was quickly restored.

Then Chen Mu continued to activate the Yellow Spring Gourd to refine pure Yang energy and temper his Dao foundation.

An hour later, a feeling of fullness arose spontaneously. Chen Mu stopped what he was doing and focused his mind on the jade seed.

At this moment, the golden light flowing within the Dao Foundation slowed down considerably, exuding a lazy and languid aura, like a young creature that had eaten and drunk its fill, stretching and kicking its legs in preparation for sleep.

Chen Mu looked him over for a moment and nodded in satisfaction.

Having mastered the Yellow Springs Gourd for some time, the cultivation of the seventh level, the Spirit Condensation, was put on the agenda.

This step is not difficult. All you need to do is refine your magical power into pure yang energy, and then use it to nourish your Dao foundation.

In this process, the foundation of the Dao is like a seed, and the pure Yang energy is like sunshine and rain.

The entire transformation process is like the growth and development of a seed, with its own rhythm.

Therefore, there is a limit to how much one can cultivate one's foundation; one cannot be impatient for quick results.

"Slow is fine," Chen Mu shrugged nonchalantly, having a good attitude.

A normal Qi cultivator spends decades or even centuries cultivating spiritual treasures. Even if one achieves a Dao foundation and lives for three hundred years, after deducting the time spent on establishing the Dao foundation and the time spent cultivating spiritual treasures, only a little over a hundred years remain.

If one cultivates one's primordial spirit step by step, it can only be said to be barely enough.

However, Chen Mu had various secret techniques to assist him, and it only took him a little over ten years to cultivate the Yellow Spring Gourd, a spiritual treasure. This was even shorter than the time required to cultivate some external spiritual treasures. He had ample time to nurture his primordial spirit.

"As long as I live peacefully, I will eventually be able to cultivate my primordial spirit." Chen Mu was full of confidence.

……

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Mu once again introspected the secret point between his eyebrows.

"The foundation of the Dao must be nurtured, and the Cloud Mirage Heavenly Demon Body must also be cultivated."

While the orthodox methods of Qi cultivation are important, the path of reincarnation of celestial demons also holds profound mysteries.

Most of his skills rely on the Heavenly Demon Outer Path, so he naturally wouldn't give up on refining the Cloud Mirage Heavenly Demon Body.

With a thought, a large amount of Yin spiritual power entered the Yin spiritual embryo. Wisps of gray, misty Netherworld energy appeared out of thin air around the embryo.

Chen Mu skillfully dispersed it into the nine orifices of the Yin Spirit, and the flames of delusions and emotions surrounding the Yin Spirit Divine Embryo immediately became more lively and agile.

At the same time, the Yin-Yang Implications surrounding the Divine Embryo accelerated their rotation. The Yin Spirit divine power drawn from the Mountain-Carrying Scripture was pulled into it and quickly refined into streams of cold, white mist-like Taiyin Qi, which surged into the Yin Spirit Divine Embryo.

The nine orifices within his body hummed and trembled. The silver tentacles, centered around the secret orifices and resembling a neural network, shimmered with a faint light and slowly grew smaller tentacles, spreading deeper into his body.

He proceeded methodically, focusing intently on his cultivation. By the time he finished one round of tempering his Heavenly Demon Body, it was not far from noon.

……

After getting up and taking a stroll around the camp to relax, and then taking a short nap, Chen Mu began to cultivate the Plague Immortal Technique.

First, he took out a long-armed, long-legged, eyeless, noseless, and skinny cat-like demon from the Five Ghosts Bag.

Then, he summoned the giant spirit god, who was clad in dark red armor, and used his supernatural hearing ability to lock onto the demonic poison inside the caterpillar demon's body.

The Plague Immortal Talisman within the Dao Foundation Jade Seed absorbed magical power, and an invisible force appeared in the palm of the hand. With the infusion of the golden jade cicada's energy, the Plague Immortal's power transformed into a handful of golden dust-like mist.

After Chen Mu poured it into the body of the mole-like demon, the faint demonic poison, which was like dust in the air, was immediately absorbed and carried out by the golden mist, and gathered into a ball outside the body.

Once the Plague Immortal's magical power was removed and the demonic poison was exposed to the air, the tiny demonic poison particles quickly disappeared.

Even though he kept a close watch with his supernatural ability to hear, he couldn't find out how they disappeared.

He had previously collected information on demonic poisons, but unfortunately he couldn't figure them out. He only knew that they were similar to plagues that targeted spirits and gods.

"Once the Plague Immortal Technique is mastered to its peak, perhaps some discoveries can be made."

Shaking his head to stop thinking about it, Chen Mu summoned the gray stone door.

Seeing that the Plague Immortal Technique had gained seven more experience points, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then he took out another corpse of a moth-like demon and continued to grind experience with the Plague Immortal Technique.

...Time passed day by day.

That evening, the golden-red sunset slowly sank to the horizon.

At the entrance of Qingyu Immortal Abode in Renzi Camp, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair, looking at the Plague Immortal Technique that had gained nearly a hundred experience points, and ended his day of cultivation with satisfaction.

Wu Jie's figure suddenly appeared.

"Daojun needs to use the Xuan Yuan Palace for seclusion to heal his injuries, and will temporarily seal off the Haotian Treasure Record. If you want to exchange for any secret pills, you'd better go and exchange them as soon as possible."

Using the Xuan Yuan Hall for seclusion?

real or fake.

He had never heard of Xuan Yuan Palace having healing abilities.

"Isn't it all to prevent the main camp from locking away souls across ten thousand miles?" Wu Jie shrugged.

"Because of the Investiture of the Gods?"

“Of course,” Wu Jie nodded.

“Mingling Island is the eye of heaven and earth; whoever occupies it will be listed on the Investiture of the Gods. Before the dust settles, I'm afraid Jiang Daojun won't believe anyone.”

Chen Mu understood.

If I were to receive such an opportunity... well, would Jiang Daojun kill me to silence me?!
“And then there’s the Five-Five Flags that cover Mingling Island overhead,” Wu Jie continued.

"It is now not only defending against external enemies, but also blocking us."

"You absolutely must not sneak out. At a time like this, anyone who tries to ruin the Dao Lord's path will have their life taken by the Dao Lord," Wu Jie solemnly warned.

"What benefits did you receive from Daojun?" Chen Mu looked at Wu Jie suspiciously.

Blockading Mingling Island would prevent them from going out to conquer the Misty Heaven for a while, which would definitely delay their ability to gain Dao merit. Based on Wu Jie's past behavior, he wouldn't obediently comply so easily.

"hey-hey!"

"Jiang Daojun has given us a large amount of Dao merit again." Wu Jie said with a happy face, "And he also promised that as long as he successfully enters the Investiture of the Gods, no matter what kind of secret techniques or spiritual treasures he wants, Daojun will help us exchange them."

"If one's cultivation is insufficient, the Dao Lord will bear the entire shortfall!"

"So you absolutely mustn't sneak out and ruin everyone's good time."

"If this causes any misunderstanding, not only Jiang Daojun, but the other camp leaders won't let you off the hook," he warned again.

"If this island remains safe and stable, I'd be happy to stay here for decades or even centuries." Chen Mu rolled his eyes.

All these years of busy work have been for him to find a peaceful place to cultivate his spiritual practice.

When it comes to staying home, he's really not afraid of anyone.

……

After chatting for a while, Chen Mu watched Wu Jie leave, his brows furrowing slightly.

With a slight sense, he discovered that the Zhu Yu magic swords left outside Mingling Island had lost their connection.

"It has indeed been completely banned."

Isolating oneself from the outside world and preventing attacks is a good thing. However, cutting off contact with the Zhu Yu magic sword also cuts off one's own escape route, which is somewhat worrying.

Chen Mu sighed helplessly.

Years of experience have taught Chen Mu to always have a way out, and teleportation at the gates of hell is the best way out.

The Zhu Yu Magic Sword is an anchor point used for teleportation, but unfortunately it is now isolated by the Five Directions Flag.

"Fortunately, there is still Thousand Lantern City."

"If things don't go well, we can always hide in Thousand Lantern City."

"The demonic energy has accumulated too little," Chen Mu said with some regret.

"If we filled the entire Thousand Lantern City, we could hide for ten or eight years without any problem."

"It's too late to hoard now, there's no way to get out," he sighed, shaking his head.

Sneaking out of Mingling Island to gather demonic energy?
Chen Mu quickly dismissed the thought as soon as he considered it.

At such a time, any suspicious action could provoke an overreaction from Daojun.

He wouldn't risk his life.

(End of this chapter)