Daoying

Chapter 719 Middle Stage of Divine Transformation
Xie Huan was shocked, and the illusion before his eyes dissipated like smoke and clouds, returning to clarity.
The last ray of blood from the dragon's eye on the top of the tower dissipated, and was finally captured by his third eye and nine spirits, and completely refined.

"It's the owner of the magic box!"

His heart was beating wildly. The person that the dragon's eyes had just revealed was the "Hui" that Xuan Yi had mentioned. He was exactly the same as the owner of the magic box in terms of both appearance and temperament.
Although thousands of years had passed, the pressure coming through the dragon's eyes was three times stronger than what he had seen in the Broken Immortal Realm that day.
Xie Huan stood with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed
This "Hui" is undoubtedly the owner of the magic box. However, from what we see in the scene, whether it is Cangming Xuanyi or that "Hui", they have transcended the shackles of the second step and are clearly in the realm of immortals.
"Could it be."

He murmured to himself, "Did Hui's cultivation level drop?"

What concerned him even more was that Cang Ming clearly recognized Hui before he died and called out the number "seven". What did that mean?
"That's all"

Xie Huan flicked his long sleeves, clearing away all the doubts in his heart.
If you can’t figure it out, don’t think about it.

The black tower in the palm of my hand is as smooth as jade. When I rub it carefully, I feel that its structure is exquisite and its power is even greater than that of spiritual treasures.
“Ancient treasure.”

He sighed softly. The creations of the immortal era were indeed extraordinary.
After playing with it for a while, he suddenly felt a slight movement in his heart, and a mysterious feeling surged into his heart.
He looked inside himself and saw nine rays of divine light flowing through his body. The spiritual energy in his body was harmonious and unobstructed. He had actually reached the perfect state of the initial stage of transformation.
"Finished?"

Xie Huan was shocked
Since the middle stage of Yuanying, he has made great progress with the help of the fragments of the Immortal Torch and wonderful opportunities. In just a few years, he has entered the realm of transformation.
It has only been a short time, but he has already completed the path to the initial stage of transformation. This is too incredible.
He recalled his previous life, from the early to the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, even if he was extremely talented, it took 120 years

Although I have the blessing of a holy body and an immortal fetus in this life, and have many opportunities that defy the heavens, the way of cultivation is ultimately about letting things come naturally. How could it be so fast?
"Could it be the work of the Immortal Torch Fragment?"

His mind raced, and suddenly an irregular chip appeared in his palm, glowing with light, as if thousands of stars were hidden in it. It was the only remaining fragment of the Immortal Torch.
In his previous life, he only had one, which helped him enter the second level. In this life, he has already used up three. No wonder he has made such rapid progress.
"Now that I have completed my practice and can see everything in my body without any hindrance, why not try to break through?"

Xie Huan clenched his five fingers, put away the fragments of the Immortal Torch, sat cross-legged in the center of the secret room, formed seals with his hands, and practiced the Wuxiang Tianxin Jue, starting to break through to the next realm.

In an instant, the spiritual energy in the secret room surged, and all nine souls appeared. Some were chanting spells, some were concentrating their minds, and some were standing with swords. They all had their own shapes and sat around the deity.

All the core magic weapons appeared - the Moon Wheel rotated in the sky, the Divine Sword emitted a cold light, the Green Jade Ruler shone with green light, the Lotus Treasure Mirror illuminated the universe, the sixteen flying swords formed a Zhoutian Sword Formation, the Dharma robes moved without wind, the Nine Hells Dragon Tower glowed faintly, the Ink Scale Armor covered the body with brilliance, and the Ice Heart and Jade Soul shone with clear light.

The nine primordial spirits each hold a treasure, their qi is connected, they respond to each other, and all the power of the magic weapons is fed back to the original body.

As the breakthrough began, Xie Huan felt as if his meridians were struck by lightning. His spiritual energy surged like a wild horse, running rampant through his limbs and bones, twisting his internal organs together.
His mind was extremely clear. After all, he was an experienced person. He endured the severe pain and continued to guide the spiritual energy to circulate.
The nine souls were also affected by the breakthrough, and their brilliance flickered.

Suddenly, the black tower in the tower-holding spirit's hand suddenly changed, and the blood-red dragon eye reappeared, and it was about to attack its master. The sword energy around the sword-holding spirit was disordered, and the sixteen flying swords clanged and almost flew out of its hand. The clear light around the Lotus Treasure Mirror spirit flowed, and ripples suddenly appeared, reflecting thousands of distorted phantoms, and there was a sign of backlash -

"Give me the town!"

Xie Huan shouted loudly, and the third eye between his eyebrows suddenly opened. The blue dragon light swept across the secret room, suppressing all the strange phenomena.
His body was flashing with immortal starlight. He clasped his hands together, smashed some of the immortal jade, absorbed it into his body, and transformed it into a bright beam of light that went straight through his forehead.

"Boom!" The spiritual power in his body was like boiling oil pouring on snow, and it went out of control in an instant.

Xie Huan felt as if his internal organs were pierced by thousands of steel needles, and blood was oozing out of his seven orifices. His face was distorted, and his veins were bulging, but he still kept his mind clear and focused, and with great perseverance, he guided his spiritual power back to its origin.
After seven days and nights of such torture, the secret room was already in a mess.
The golden light around Xie Huan dimmed, and his nine souls were also listless, obviously he had exhausted too much energy.

Just when he was almost exhausted, he suddenly heard a light "crack" sound from his body, as if some shackles were broken. Then, the sea of ​​qi in his body suddenly expanded, and the spiritual power poured into it like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

"It's done!"

Xie Huan let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes. The light in his eyes was restrained and deep like the starry sky. He had already entered the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm.
He felt extremely happy in his heart, and a smile rose unconsciously on the corner of his mouth. He felt that the spiritual power in his body was several times stronger than before. Every strand of spiritual power was condensed like mercury, flowing freely in his meridians without any sense of stagnation.

The nine great spirits sat around the Nascent Soul, each of them was in high spirits and full of spiritual light.

The sword-wielding spirit was surrounded by a sharp sword aura, with sixteen flying swords hanging behind him. The sword intent soared into the sky, revealing its sharp edge.

The tower-holding soul holds the Nine Hells Dragon-Suppressing Tower in his hand. Black light flows on the tower, blending with the soul's aura, and a faint dragon roar can be heard.

Bing Xin's soul's entire body seemed to be carved from black ice, with an icy jade bead held in his palm, and the cold air froze the surrounding spiritual energy.

The other spirits also had their own magical powers, some turning yin and yang, some holding swords, and some wearing robes. They were connected to each other and became one. The power they fed back to the original body was several times stronger than before.
What made Xie Huan even more delighted was that his spiritual awareness was much stronger than before. It spread out like a tide, instantly covering the entire Dragon God Island. He could sense every move of the cultivators on the island, and even the subtle changes in the flow of spiritual energy.

The Immortal's ability to return to the origin and restore the original nature also improved, with a more mysterious spiritual sense, as if he could vaguely capture some higher-level power fluctuations between heaven and earth.
He immersed himself in this blissful awareness, slowly regulating his breathing to recover.

A few days later, his spiritual power gradually recovered. He was overjoyed when he suddenly frowned and felt someone approaching quietly outside the secret room.
Xie Huan flicked his sleeves, and the restrictions in the secret room dissipated. The stone door rumbled open on its own.

Standing outside the door was a man in gray, wearing a plain robe, with an ordinary face like the peddlers and hawkers that can be seen everywhere in the market.
The gray-clothed man glanced at the mess in the room, a look of enlightenment appeared on his face, and he cupped his hands and said with a half-smile: "Congratulations to you for refining the Nine Hells Dragon Suppression Tower."

Everyone knows that Xie Huan got the Nine Prisons Dragon Tower, and he has been in seclusion for a while.

"Then what?"

Xie Huan's eyes were like lightning, and he asked coldly
"Then."

The grey-robed man moved his sleeves slightly and chuckled, "You can follow me now."

(End of this chapter)