Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1750 Human Immortals and Celestial Immortals Bloodline Evolution

This is the case for immortal cultivators. Many of them meditate and close their eyes for several years.

Zhang Yan's temperament was polished very smooth.

Like the spring water in the mountains that makes no sound when it hits the rocks, his waves will only be revealed in the dark night. All other unnecessary emotions are hidden in his heart.

Cultivation level is not something that can be achieved overnight or at the touch of a button. It also takes a while to develop from human immortal to heavenly immortal.

Zhang Yan's bloodline has almost evolved, and he will soon evolve into a golden dragon and become Zhang Yan.

night. Zhang Yan looked at the more than a thousand deep and shallow carvings on the stone wall by the light of the fire and took a deep breath.

Zhang Yan touched those marks with his fingertips.

Deep and shallow are the marks left by Zhang Yan on the stone wall over the years.

The cold touch on the fingertips and the hard feeling conveyed by the stone stimulate Zhang Yan's sense of touch every day, reminding and urging him.

Zhang Yan felt that time was long.

"Ding dong."

"One hundred experience points."

This is the twelfth time Zhang Yan's system prompt has sounded today.

Zhang Yan extinguished the light of the torch with a snap of his fingers.

The cave fell into darkness.

Zhang Yan didn't mind the feeling of being unable to see his fingers.

In the dark environment, my fingers could feel the carvings on the rock wall more clearly.

Every line is like a scar carved into Zhang Yan's heart.

The blood is dripping with pain and the teeth marks of time.

Another hundred years have passed.

A white curtain has been hung on the scenery outside the cave.

The mountains and fields are all dyed white by heavy snow.

There is frost hanging on the tips of the branches.

The earth seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of white clothes, and Zhang Yan's nose turned red from the cold. But the strength in his hands is not reduced by half.

The God-killing Spear pierced the roots of the tree for a long time, causing the trees to shake off frost.

The corners of the rock wall could not withstand the severe cold, and ice formed in the corners.

The springs in the mountains and forests were frozen and turned into a sheet of ice.

Zhang Yan took a breath, listened to the tired and sluggish sound of the system, and shouted out the words "Ding dong - one hundred experience points."

Zhang Yan nodded with satisfaction and shook the God-killing Spear to the ground.

A crack opened in the frozen ground.

Zhang Yan took a long breath.

Went into the cave and meditated.

Ten thousand years was a very torturous time. Zhang Yan worked hard and finally reached the third level of the Nine-turn Golden Dragon Art in ten thousand years, and his bloodline evolved a little.

Zhang Yan's physical, mental and temperament have been greatly improved.

Zhang Yan fell into a relaxed atmosphere.

He decided to spend another winter in the cave before leaving seclusion.

On this day, Zhang Yan set up a torch in the cave.

Letting the raging fire burn the wood, Zhang Yan put the fish that he had accidentally killed in the water while practicing on the shelf, pierced the fish with a bamboo stick, and put it on the fire to roast slowly.

The light of the fire shone warmly on Zhang Yan's face, pulling the shadows on his face out of the darkness.

Zhang Yan pinched his neck, turned the fish over and continued to fry it.

The voice in Zhang Yan's system rang again.

Zhang Yan has become accustomed to coming and going without a trace, and the system notification sounds suddenly from time to time.

Wait for the next prompt from the system.

The dragon clan is now gradually declining, and competition within the dragon clan for the position of prince has begun.

If you want to be the best among people, you must adopt the winner-takes-all approach and let a contest of strength speak for itself.

(End of this chapter)