Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Three months later, the Chaos Star Sea.

At the top of a mountain on an island, a young man stood quietly on a towering rock.

He was wearing a black gown that swayed in the wind, making him look elegant and refined.

This handsome young man was Yang Qian, who had left Kunwu Mountain not long ago.

At this moment, his eyes looked into the distance, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the layers of clouds and mist and reach the distant other side.

There was a hint of indescribable complexity and hesitation in his eyes, as if he had thousands of thoughts and emotions in his heart.

Despite the turbulent waves and frequent accidents in Kunwu Mountain, Yin Yue still successfully integrated her soul into one. Her deep dependence and trust in Yang Qian remained the same as before, without any change.

With Yin Yue's careful assistance, Yang Qian, relying on the Xuhuang Treasure Cauldron and the mysterious formation in Kunwu Mountain, actually defeated the clones of Liuji Saint Ancestor and Yuansha Saint Ancestor in one fell swoop. It can be said that he killed two birds with one stone and everyone was happy.

Not only that, Yang Qian also accidentally obtained the magical treasure from under the Demon Suppression Tower - the Eight Spirit Ruler.

However, the other more rare Black Wind Flag, a magical treasure with spatial properties, was even more seriously damaged than described in the original book under the crazy manipulation of the two saints, which made Yang Qian feel a little regretful.

At this moment, Yang Qian's heart was filled with ripples. He seemed to remember something, his expression was slightly startled, and he raised his hands, staring quietly.

Thinking of the close contact with Zi Ling a day ago, Yang Qian's heart was still full of aftertaste and emotion.

It was a collision of souls, an exchange that went deep into his bones, as if it was engraved in his heart, making him unforgettable.

But now the beauty has gone, and he is the only one left here.

Zi Ling has now embarked on the journey to the demon world. She chose to follow the cross-border passage of the Six Extreme Saints to pursue the more powerful magic techniques to improve her own cultivation.

"Brother Yang, Zi Ling knows that you are doing this for my own good, but with my aptitude, let alone the Great Vehicle Stage of the Fusion, even the Spiritualization Stage and the Void Refining Stage are still levels that I cannot reach. And I am following the Six Extreme Saint Ancestor, and with his status as a Great Vehicle cultivator, it is almost certain that I will advance to the Spiritualization Stage and the Void Refining Stage, and my hope of advancing to the Great Vehicle Stage is also great! If I want to stay with you, Brother Yang, forever, I must improve my own cultivation! Brother Yang, Zi Ling cannot catch up with your cultivation speed, so I can only resort to this last resort, in the hope of achieving great success! I hope that one day, you and I can meet in the Demon Realm!"

Zi Ling's words echoed in his mind, and Yang Qian sighed. He understood Zi Ling's difficulties and helplessness.

Judging from the original work, Zi Ling is a woman with her own ideas, and her determination to pursue the Tao is extremely strong. She will not let her personal affairs affect her practice.

Thinking of the intimate time he spent with Zi Ling, Yang Qian felt an indescribable sense of loss.

He knew very well that this was a sign of an unstable state of mind, but he did not cast any spell to do anything. He just silently felt the various feelings.

After an unknown amount of time, the confusion in Yang Qian's eyes gradually disappeared, and he regained clarity and calmness.

"Maybe this is not a bad thing." Yang Qian murmured to himself in a low voice, and then a purple light flashed around him, and suddenly he turned into a shocking rainbow and flew away into the air.

A moment later, the escaping light disappeared without a trace at the edge of the sky.

Half a day later.

The top of Tianxing City.

The Starry Sky Palace is like a bright star, standing above the clouds.

The decoration inside the palace is elegant and solemn. The bright stars reflect a soft light, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to this mysterious palace.

Xin Ruyin, Ling Yuling and Yuan Yao, two beauties sat side by side, their faces were exquisite like paintings, and their eyes revealed endless tenderness and charm.

Xin Ruyin was wearing a blue dress, with beautiful eyes and a smile, and she had an elegant temperament, just like a fairy descending to earth; Ling Yuling was wearing a light white long dress, the hem of her skirt swaying gently, and she looked like an immortal; Yuan Yao was wearing a pink veil, with a graceful figure, like a blooming peach blossom.

They were smiling and talking in low voices. The harmonious and joyful atmosphere seemed to make even the air sweet.

Suddenly, a light breeze blew by, bringing a slight wave.

The three beauties all trembled, and their faces instantly showed surprise.

Their eyes turned slightly at the same time, and they saw a tall figure slowly walking towards them.

He was a young and handsome man in a black robe, with a warm and sunny smile that seemed to dispel all the haze.

His steps were calm and firm, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heartstrings. His eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"Husband!"

Xin Ruyin, Ling Yuling and Yuan Yao exclaimed almost at the same time, their faces full of surprise and joy. The three women stood up and greeted the approaching man, their eyes full of love and expectation.

"Yin'er!"

"Ling'er!"

"Yao'er!"

Yang Qian walked up to the two beauties, stretched out his arms, and gently embraced Ling Yuling and Yuan Yao, one on the left and one on the right. His arms were warm and strong, as if they could give them endless sense of security.

Feeling the soft and delicate bodies of the two beauties, Yang Qian's heart, which had finally calmed down, became a little restless again.

Slowly loosening their arms, Ling Yuling and Yuan Yao smiled at each other and made way for Xin Ruyin.

"Yin'er!"

"Husband!"

Xin Ruyin could no longer control herself and threw herself into Yang Qian's arms. This time, she was the only one enjoying her man's broad chest. Yang Qian's big hands tightly held Xin Ruyin's waist.

At this moment, the air in the Starry Sky Hall seemed to freeze, leaving only warmth and sweetness between the four people.

It seemed like an eternal painting, frozen in the Starry Sky Palace on the top of Tianxing City.

A few days later.

The bright stars in the Starry Sky Hall gradually dimmed, and the once solemn and mysterious atmosphere also dissipated with the wind.

The figures of Xin Ruyin, Ling Yuling and Yuan Yao gradually blurred at the palace gate, and finally turned into faint shadows and disappeared from sight.

Behind them, the ugly woman Gui Ling followed silently. Her fate changed drastically because of an unexpected encounter.

Originally, according to the trajectory of the original novel, she should have died in the depths of Kunwu Mountain. However, the wheel of fate shifted at this moment, and Gui Ling was brought out of that dangerous place by Yang Qian and was able to see the light of day again.

Yang Qian has explained the whole story to the three beauties in detail. Xin Ruyin decided to take Gui Ling with her and use the ultra-long-distance teleportation array in Tianxing City to go to the Tiannan region and take charge of the headquarters of the Tiandao League.

After all, the land of Tiannan still lacks a late-stage great cultivator to guard it. Although the golden-backed demon mantis has been in the Luanming Sect of Tiannan after its transformation, its cultivation is still shallow and it is difficult for it to stand on its own.

With Gui Ling's joining, the Tiannan region will naturally be as solid as a rock and foolproof.

At this moment, Yang Qian was the only one left in the Starry Sky Hall. He stood alone in the center of the hall, his eyes deep and distant, as if he was thinking about the future path.

"It's time to deal with the harvest from Kunwu Mountain." Yang Qian muttered to himself, took a deep breath, took out dozens of items, and a dazzling purple light burst out.

At the same time, in Tianxing City, the news of the return of Yang Qian, the Holy Lord of the Star Palace, spread rapidly like wildfire.

All those forces that had been secretly preparing to make moves were shocked upon hearing the news.

Their original plans and ambitions seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Yang Qian's return.

Those sect disciples or independent cultivators who were unwilling to submit to the Xing Palace also restrained their edge and chose to wait and see. They knew that under Yang Qian's rule, any illegal behavior would only lead to catastrophic disaster.

Time passes by little by little, as if in the blink of an eye, several years have passed by like running water.

Although the world of immortal cultivation in the Chaos Star Sea has been calm during this period, small-scale conflicts still occur from time to time.

In this sea of ​​stars, immortal cultivators may fight, cooperate, seek opportunities, or practice magical powers. Everyone's destiny is intertwined and colliding in this sea of ​​stars.

As for the Tiannan region, there was not the slightest disturbance. After all, the Tiandao League was a behemoth in the entire Tiannan cultivation world, and with the invincible great cultivator Yang Qian in charge, there was no force that could shake it.

At this moment, a burst of unusually joyful laughter was heard from the Starry Sky Hall of the Tianxing Holy Mountain.

"It's worth my hard work for such a long time. I finally refined and fused these two flames, the Taiyin True Fire and the Sun Essence Fire!"

At this moment, a dazzling light was emanating from Yang Qian's hands. In that light, two flames could be vaguely seen entwined with each other, sometimes turning into raging fires, sometimes turning into faint cold flames, as if containing endless mysteries and powers.

He turned his hand and the loud laughter in the cave gradually died down and finally stopped abruptly.

"Eh? Calculating the time, it seems that the incident at Beiye Xiaoji Palace is about to happen. I was originally planning to refine the Yuanci Divine Mountain. Now, it's really a bit hasty. Well, I can't miss this good show."

After a low muttering to himself, Yang Qian had made up his mind. After leaving two sound transmission notes, he disappeared from the Starry Sky Hall.

Northern Jin Dynasty.

A purple rainbow flew rapidly at an incredible speed, heading north, crossing more than ten states and counties, and finally arrived at a large county called Frost County.

Although this county is not the northernmost prefecture in Dajin, it is almost there.

Because the place was covered with ice and snow, there was heavy white snow for almost seven or eight days out of ten.

As a result, the mortal world of this county is naturally sparsely populated and vast, with few sacred mountains and veins, and the quality is not as good as that of spiritual places in other places.

Therefore, few of the cultivators' sects in the Great Jin Dynasty established their own schools here. Instead, there were quite a few small families and numerous independent cultivators who gathered in this county.

Although the environment of Frost County is so harsh, its territory is extremely vast, with an area large enough to rank among the top five among the twenty-six counties of Dajin. It is also rich in some famous cold-attribute elixirs and materials.

Most of the cultivators in this county practice icy-attributed techniques, or in other words, many cultivators who practice yin-cold techniques gather here to use the icy air here to improve their cultivation.

Of course, if they were to fight with cultivators who practiced other attribute techniques here, they would definitely have some advantages.

Most areas in the human world are places where it is spring all year round. Places like this one with ice and snow are really rare, which is indeed a trouble for low-level cultivators.

However, when one's cultivation reached Yang Qian's level, his body had naturally reached the point where it was immune to cold and heat. Therefore, although he was initially interested in the heavy snow, after traveling for several days in a row, he just ignored it.

They also met some other cultivators on the way, but with Yang Qian's current level of cultivation, he was able to escape far away long before the other party discovered him, leaving no chance for others to notice him.

So on the fifth day of entering Frost County, Yang Qian finally stopped in an inconspicuous desolate mountain range.

Although this vein is not big, it is a spiritual vein of decent quality.

"We have been traveling non-stop all the way and are finally approaching Beiming Island. There is no need to go back to the Star Palace. Let's just deal with some things here." Yang Qian floated above a mountain, sensed the density of spiritual energy in this place, and nodded with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Then he snorted coldly, and a fierce and powerful aura rose from his body to the sky. Then it went downwards and covered the entire mountain.

The enormous spiritual pressure generated by this momentum instantly caused all the flowers, plants and trees on the mountain to tremble slightly, and some small animals and birds even fell down and fell into a coma.

For some cultivators who were practicing in the mountain at that time, there was a sudden chaos. Those with low cultivation felt as if their whole body weighed a thousand pounds and they half-knelt on the ground; those with higher cultivation suddenly felt difficulty breathing, as if they were under a restriction. Screams and screams suddenly rose one after another in the mountain, and then three rays of light rose from several places in the mountain at the same time and flew straight towards Yang Qian.

When Yang Qian saw someone coming, his protective purple light flashed, and the overwhelming pressure gradually dissipated, and he swept away with an expressionless face.

The light in front of him dimmed, and two old men in black robes and a big man in gray robe appeared in front of Yang Qian.

The man who looked a little younger was flying in front, while the two old men were flying behind him.

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, but did not find it strange, because the big man was clearly in the middle stage of the Jindan realm, while the old men were just two late stage foundation building cultivators.

But the three people's skills seem to be very similar, and they seem to have some connection.

Before Yang Qian could speak, the grey-robed man was extremely shocked and angry. He used his spiritual sense to scan Yang Qian. Then his expression changed drastically, and his anger disappeared in an instant, and he immediately smiled.

"I am Li Zhong from Xuelian Peak, and I am the head of the Li family. I wonder what instructions you have for me, but I will do my best to follow them!" The big man said respectfully. At the same time, he could not help but feel uneasy when he sensed Yang Qian's spiritual pressure.

"Why should I care about your Li family? I have set my eyes on this mountain. All of you leave immediately! I will give you half a day to prepare. I will take over this place in half a day." Yang Qian uttered an indifferent voice, which was so cold that it seemed to be three times colder than the wind blowing in the air.

When the big man heard this, his heart sank, but he didn't dare to get angry at all. Instead, he forced a smile and explained:

"Senior, our Li family settled in Xuelian Peak, but Senior Long personally agreed. If you want, of course I can, but can I let Senior Long know first?"

"Senior Long? Do you want to use this person to pressure me? No matter who he is, if he is not convinced, just let him come to me! But if there is still someone in this mountain after half a day, don't blame me for being ruthless." Yang Qian rolled his eyes and said with a ferocious face.

The big man's face changed drastically, and when he wanted to say something else, Yang Qian didn't want to say anything more. He flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a purple misty wind rushed out from his sleeves.

The big man was startled, and a flash of protective spiritual light appeared all over his body, but he only felt a huge spiritual pressure on his body, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth were forced back by a huge force.

The two old men, who were able to fly into the air with the help of magic weapons, didn't even have time to open their protective gear. They were blown down by the wind, and spun in the air, unable to even keep their bodies steady.

In fear, the two naturally wanted to cast a spell to protect themselves, but in this wind, their magic power was strangely unable to be used, as if they were directly restrained by someone.
At this moment, the two old men were really shocked!
Fortunately, the wind dissipated in an instant. When the two old men regained their balance and looked forward with pale faces, they found that there was nothing in the distance. Yang Qian had disappeared without a trace.
"Ancestor, when did this man come here?" An old man in black robe was trembling with fear and wanted to ask the grey-robed man something.
"Order everyone in the clan to pack up immediately and leave this place within two hours!" The big man said with an extremely ugly expression and took a deep breath.

He also didn't notice when Yang Qian left.
"What, we really want to move away from Xuelian Peak?! Our Li family had a lot of trouble defeating the Seven Friends of Xuelian before we were able to occupy this spiritual land. It hasn't even been a hundred years yet! Besides, this man is behaving so domineeringly, Senior Long will not sit idly by and watch, right?" An old man in a black robe said in a lost voice.

The other old man didn't say anything, but he was also hesitant. It seemed that he was reluctant to throw away the foundation he had obtained with great difficulty.
"Hmph, you two are confused! This man's cultivation is unfathomable! He dares to do such a thing blatantly, he must have something to rely on! The spiritual pressure this man gives me is much stronger than that of Senior Long. I'm afraid he is at least a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul! With such a powerful cultivator, even if Senior Long has some connections with us, he will definitely pretend to be deaf and dumb. How could he stand up for our small Li family? Moreover, although this man is domineering, he finally gave us time to leave. Otherwise, he would have killed us all without any reason. Do you think anyone would stand up for us! Don't forget, the world of immortal cultivation is originally a world of the jungle! When we occupied this mountain, it was also because our strength was slightly stronger than that of the Seven Friends of Xue Lian that we were recognized by other forces. As long as the core disciples of our Li family are still alive, at most we can go to other places to grab another sacred mountain, which is much better than resisting a Nascent Soul cultivator and seeking disaster of genocide!" The gray-robed man's face sank, and he scolded the two nephews.

The two old men then nodded repeatedly as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Then the three of them flew downwards and disappeared into the mountain in a flash.

After a meal, the mountain was in complete turmoil.

One figure after another was running on the ground or flying into the air on a flying vehicle, shuttling back and forth among the large and small buildings, caves and mountain roads in the mountains.

Everyone looked panicked, but at least their actions were orderly and did not cause too much chaos.

More than an hour later, the two teams of cultivators separated into two groups and evacuated from the mountain in a mighty manner, both by air and land. There were as many as two or three hundred people, but most of them were cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage. Only about twenty of them could fly with flying tools.

The group of people moved quite quickly and in the blink of an eye they had evacuated the mountain and were heading straight out of the mountains.

Such a big move by these people naturally attracted the attention of other monastic forces in the nearby area. They were all surprised and naturally sent people to inquire about the news.

The people of the Li family had no scruples and told the truth directly.

When these cultivators heard that Xuelian Mountain was actually occupied by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Everyone was shocked and hurried back to discuss countermeasures.

The sudden arrival of such a highly skilled senior master here is really a matter of fortune or disaster for them.

But judging from the fact that the other party forcefully occupied Xuelian Peak, the latter is probably more likely.

Just when several nearby forces of cultivators were all terrified and in chaos, Yang Qian had silently appeared on a huge rock at the top of Xuelian Mountain, releasing his spiritual sense to carefully check whether there were any cultivators who were hiding in the mountains.

After a while, he opened his eyes again and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Without saying anything more, he flipped his hand and a stack of formation flags appeared in his hand.

Then his figure flashed and turned into a green rainbow that quickly circled around the mountain. When he returned to the top of the mountain a moment later, the formation flags and formation plates in his hands had disappeared.

At this moment, countless white mists suddenly rose up from all directions, and in a short while the entire sacred mountain was submerged in it, and everything was white.

Looking at the restrictions formed by the magic circle in front of him, Yang Qian nodded. This magic circle was taken from the storage bag of Old Demon Qian. It was considered a higher-level set of formation tools. It was certainly not worth mentioning against a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, but if a cultivator in the Core Formation stage accidentally entered it, it would be very difficult for him to escape.

After another moment of silence, Yang Qian opened his mouth and a purple bird flew out. It circled happily and then rushed into the white mist.

Witnessing this scene, a gleam of satisfaction flashed in Yang Qian's eyes and he nodded slightly.

He no longer hesitated and immediately used his spiritual eyes to accurately lock onto the spot with the most concentrated spiritual energy in the mountain.

Then, Yang Qian moved, used the escape technique to sneak in quietly, and opened up a spacious space.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qian released the Tianji Palace from the storage spirit ring, and it fell lightly into the newly opened cave.

When you are away from home, since you have a magical artifact like the Tianji Palace, there is no need to force yourself to live in a simple cave.

After arranging the spirit insects and spirit beasts, Yang Qian could not wait to enter the retreat room. He sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and began to enter a state of meditation.

This sitting lasted for a whole day and night.

When Yang Qian opened his eyes again, his expression had returned to calm and his mind was as peaceful as water.

With a snap of his fingers, a flash of light appeared on the storage ring, and a scarlet gourd appeared in his hand.

Yang Qian poured it gently, and a thumb-sized pill rolled out, emerald green and fragrant.

It was the main target of Yang Qian’s previous trip, the “Infant-Pei Dan”!
According to the old man surnamed Fu from the Jiuyou Sect, it would take at least half a year to refine this pill. Yang Qian originally wanted to take it in the Star Palace, but refining the Sun Essence Fire and the Moon True Fire took up too much time, so he had to hurry on his journey. Now that he has some free time, he will not delay any longer.

If one can refine this pill earlier, it will be of great benefit to his future practice and fighting against enemies.

Yang Qian opened his mouth and swallowed the green pill into his stomach. He suddenly felt as if he had swallowed something warm and cool, but immediately a trace of burning heat emanated from it.

Yang Qian did not dare to delay. He put the gourd away, closed his eyes, and at the same time, made hand gestures and began to enter into meditation again.

If other cultivators looked inside Yang Qian's body at this moment, they would find that Yang Qian's more than two-inch tall Nascent Soul had actually opened its eyes inside his body and opened its mouth to spit out wisps of purple infant fire, wrapping the emerald green pill inside and refining it bit by bit.

The entire secret room was silent, as if no one was there.

Time passed day by day, and half a year had passed before I knew it.

The secret room remained quiet throughout, but during this period, several waves of people came and went outside Xuelian Mountain.

There were both Jindan cultivators from nearby cultivator forces and high-level independent cultivators from other places who came here because of the reputation of the cultivators. There was even a silver-robed old man who came to visit alone.

He is the only cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage among the crowd, his cultivation is unfathomable and his aura is as powerful as a rainbow.

However, no matter what the identities of these monks were or how deep their cultivation was, they all seemed helpless when faced with the white, boundless fog.

They shouted loudly, trying to attract the attention of the tall man, but all they got in response was silence and echo.

The old man in silver robe, despite his profound cultivation, was no exception.

He was unwilling to give in, and decided to challenge the seemingly gentle but actually powerful restriction, and broke into the white fog alone.

However, after only a moment, he retreated in a panic, with one of his arms firmly sealed in purple ice, crystal clear, like an ice sculpture.

Although it didn't look like anything serious, the old man in silver robe didn't dare to break into the restriction easily again, and could only sigh in vain and return empty-handed.

Because he knew very well that the other party had set up such a sophisticated formation, obviously not wanting to see outsiders, and the purple firebird just now was so powerful, which was enough to prove that the other party was indeed a Nascent Soul cultivator whose magical powers far surpassed his own. Naturally, he would not do anything stupid that would anger the other party.

Not long after, all the large and small monastic forces within a radius of 100,000 miles centered on Xuelian Peak knew that a senior master with great supernatural powers had come to Xuelian Peak. Even "Senior Long" who had dominated this place for hundreds of years seemed not to dare to provoke him.

As a result, all forces took notice.

The area within a thousand miles of Xuelian Peak automatically became a restricted area, and all the cultivators passing by would avoid it as far as possible, for fear of disturbing the meditation of this master and thus bringing themselves into great trouble.

Time flies, more than half a year has passed.

Xuelian Peak still retains its tranquility and mystery, and the master does not seem to intend to interfere in the affairs of this place.

This made the other forces, who were feeling uneasy, feel a little relieved.

But no one knew that on this day, Yang Qian, who was in seclusion in the secret room, finally refined the infant-cultivating elixir and opened his eyes calmly.

His face was glowing with light, and he looked like he was making further progress in his cultivation. (End of this chapter)