Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The escaping light came to the Black Turtle Island and suddenly stopped, and a powerful pressure descended.

Ye Guihong and Junior Brother Yuwen felt a heavy weight sinking in their hearts, as if there was a mountain hanging above their heads, ready to fall down at any time and crush them to pieces.

The two of them couldn't help but shudder. They hadn't felt this way since they formed their Nascent Souls.

It was as if I had returned to the time before I formed my infant, or even before I formed my elixir or established my foundation, and that feeling of insignificance when I watched my master demonstrate his magical powers.

They immediately turned their heads and saw that the man was tall and strong, wearing a black iron double-horned helmet that covered the upper half of his face.

He was wearing a black iron battle robe and armor, his arms were covered with black iron gauntlets, his legs were covered with black iron greaves, and his feet were wearing black satin boots.

Only a pair of eyes were revealed, staring at the colorful gate, his eyes full of anger.

Ye Guihong's heart trembled and he tightened the bone xun in his hand.

When he took over the position of the headmaster, he had seen this man's portrait. He was the demon cultivator who had lived for tens of thousands of years and had been protecting the Nanzhou demon clan!
Ye Guihong took a deep breath, clasped his fists and bowed: "Junior Ye Guihong... greets Senior Sun."

After Junior Brother Yuwen personally experienced the pressure from the demon cultivator who had reached the state of transformation into a god, he no longer had the pride he had just shown in front of the burly man, but simply bowed and remained silent.

Senior Sun slowly turned his head, and suddenly his body flashed, flying in front of Ye Guihong and stopped suddenly. His speed was so fast that it was almost like teleportation.

The two were only a few feet apart. Ye Guihong was shocked and stepped back subconsciously, but stopped immediately.

Looking at the black iron armored warrior in front of him who was as strong as ordinary people, Ye Guihong felt as if he was facing a man-eating prehistoric beast.

Although he was a great monk, he couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart and tightly grasped the bone xun in his hand.

Senior Sun looked at Ye Guihong and said word by word, "You just said that it would take more than ten years to break the restriction of the blessed land. Why did it open suddenly?"

The tremendous pressure was completely concentrated on Ye Guihong alone. At this moment, he suddenly regretted why he agreed to the burly man's proposal.

But now that things have come to this, there is no way to make amends. He shook his head slightly: "I don't know either. Maybe the black-robed monk took out the token and triggered the changes in the secret realm's restrictions..."

Senior Sun narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strong murderous aura emanated from him.

Ye Guihong's eyes blurred and he seemed to see a sea of ​​blood and corpses. He could even smell a strong smell of blood.

He quickly explained: "If I had known that the secret realm would suddenly open, how could I have dared to agree to join forces with you? Wouldn't that be courting death?"

The evil spirit around Senior Sun stagnated and slowly dissipated.

He turned around and looked up at the gate of colorful spiritual light. He slowly clenched his fists together, using extra force, as if he wanted to crush something.

Ye Guihong breathed a sigh of relief. He then noticed that the back of Senior Sun's hand was covered with a layer of light golden fuzz, which shone with a faint luster under the spiritual light.

There were several mottled marks on the black iron armor he was wearing, and the color was dark. The chest guard was deeply sunken, leaving a clear fist mark.

Ye Guihong was secretly surprised. Who could leave such a fist mark on the body of this demon cultivator who was famous in the Nine Immortal Continents?
Suddenly, the colorful gate of spiritual light that had already opened a crack stopped, and then continued to expand, reaching a height of ten thousand feet, connecting the sky to the ground.

The vast world revealed in that corner seemed even more ethereal and far-reaching.

On the Black Turtle Island below the gate, nine beams of light hurriedly rose into the sky and flew towards this side.

Suddenly, a storm of spiritual energy swept out, and everyone involuntarily took a few steps back.

Ye Guihong looked back and saw that the spiritual storm disappeared into the horizon and swept away into the distance without any sign of weakening.

At this moment, after Senior Sun arrived, the burly man with a dazed expression suddenly blinked, and the strange purple and white double pupils faded, and his eyes returned to normal.

He trembled all over, panting, sweating profusely, his face slightly pale, and bowed deeply to Senior Sun: "Your humble servant greets you, ancestor!"

Senior Sun ignored it, and suddenly his body flashed and flew towards the Lingguang Gate.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the gate and rushed in.

At this moment, a transparent barrier suddenly appeared in front of the Lingguang Gate. Senior Sun bumped into it and was caught off guard and flew backwards.

He put his hands in front of him, splashing water all over the lake, leaving a deep gully, and retreated thousands of feet before stopping.

The barrier was intact, it flashed for a moment and then slowly disappeared.

Senior Sun slowly raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and put his right hand to his ear, and a thin needle appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He held the thin needle and shook it gently, and it turned into a long stick. It was shiny black in the middle and dark gold at both ends. It was carved with animal heads and cloud patterns, and it had a strong murderous aura. It was obviously a rare killing treasure.

He flashed and rushed towards the Lingguang gate again, holding the long black stick in both hands, raised it above his head, and smashed it down heavily!
clang!
A loud bang was heard, and the transparent barrier reappeared. Under the heavy blow of the black stick, dense cracks appeared on the barrier, spreading out like a spider web.

Senior Sun shouted, "Break!"

Another stick came down, whistling with earth-shaking force, and hit the transparent barrier heavily.

clang!
There was another deafening bang, and the transparent barrier was almost completely shattered.

The spiritual light gate behind the barrier also shook violently and flickered, as if it could collapse at any time.

Senior Sun sneered: "Nothing more than that!"

As he spoke, he swung the long black stick again.

An old man who flew out from Black Turtle Island saw this, his eyes widened, and he shouted loudly: "Senior, stop it! If the ban is forcibly destroyed, the secret realm will also collapse and be destroyed."

"The whole world inside is destroyed, and when a spatial storm occurs, we will also be affected and die without a burial place!"

Senior Sun suddenly stopped, and the long black stick fell in front of the transparent barrier, only a few inches away, without moving at all.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the old man from a high position, and said coldly: "The gate of spiritual light has been opened a corner, the inner scene of the blessed land has appeared in the world, and breaking the ban is just around the corner. I just need to give it another push. How can I destroy the blessed land?"

The old man flew forward and bowed with his fists clasped. “For hundreds of years, I have been studying the secret realm restrictions on Black Turtle Island. I believe that no one can compare to my understanding of the secret realm.”

"The Yuling Sect has left many back-up plans in the secret realm. If you forcibly break the ban, the secret realm will only be destroyed. Please think twice, senior!"

Ye Guihong also came forward and tried to dissuade him, "Senior, Senior Brother Qi is the Grandmaster of the Jiuli Sect's formations, and has been in charge of breaking the ban for hundreds of years."

"His attainments in formations are enough to rank him among the top three in the Nine Immortal Continents. This is absolutely true."

Senior Sun was silent for a while, staring at the old man who was bowing deeply and motionless, then slowly retracted the long stick and put it into his ears.

The long stick slowly shrank until it turned into a thin needle and disappeared.

Senior Sun put down his hand and said coldly: "Quickly break the ban, I want to enter the secret realm!"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and shook his head: "The five tokens needed to break the ban have been sucked into the secret realm. I can't break the ban." "But the door to the secret realm has been opened a little, and it can't be stopped. After a while, it will be fully opened, and you can enter it."

Senior Sun's eyes flashed with displeasure: "How many more days do we have to wait?"

The old man glanced at the Lingguang Gate, pondered for a moment, and said, "In five or six days at the least, or seven or eight days at the most, the restriction should be completely dissipated."

Senior Sun's eyes flashed with two cold rays, which then disappeared immediately: "Well, I will wait here for a few days."

He flipped his hand and took out a green fruit the size of a walnut. He squeezed it gently, and the fruit split open, releasing countless fluffy petals.

He opened his mouth and blew out a gust of wind. Thousands of floating catkins flew out in all directions and soon disappeared.

Ye Guihong's heart trembled, and he said in a deep voice: "I dare to ask, what you said before, do you still count?"

Senior Sun stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the Lingguang Gate, and said calmly: "I never break my promises, rest assured, little friend Ye, after the secret realm is opened, I will join hands with your sect to explore the secret realm together."

Ye Guihong was delighted when he heard the old man's voice: "Master, the secret realm of the Yuling Sect has been closed for tens of thousands of years. It suddenly opened, and the spiritual energy leaked out, forming a spiritual energy storm that will affect most of the Jiuxian Continent."

"Once the ten great sects discover that an ancient secret realm has been opened, they will definitely send people to investigate. If our sect joins forces with Senior Sun, I'm afraid it will attract criticism."

Ye Guihong was stunned for a moment, and replied in a voice transmission: "The secret realm can only support one large spiritual vein at most, why does the spiritual energy storm affect such a large area?"

The old man sighed and said, "I underestimated the methods of the Yuling Sect. The restrictions they set up are not only to prevent outsiders from entering, but also a soul-locking formation."

“Although there is only one large spiritual vein in the secret realm, it is self-contained and its spiritual energy has not leaked out for tens of thousands of years.”

"Over time, the concentration of spiritual energy in the secret realm is probably no less than that of a giant spiritual vein. If it suddenly opens and pours out, it will naturally sweep across the Nine Immortal Continents."

Ye Guihong frowned, and Senior Sun suddenly turned his head and spoke slowly: "You two are communicating secretly in front of me, isn't that a waste of effort?"

"Friend Qi is right. If the spiritual energy storm leaks out, the ten great sects will not sit idly by and will definitely send people to deal with it."

"It might even alarm those old guys. As a demon, I will naturally become the target of public criticism. I need the help of your sect."

"But I wonder if Young Master Ye is willing to work hard for hundreds of years and watch the ten major sects share a piece of the pie, or is he willing to join forces with me and swallow up most of the benefits in the secret realm?"

Ye Guihong's expression changed constantly, and he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "The junior is willing to join forces with the senior."

Senior Sun nodded slightly, then took out a transparent white spiritual fruit, about the size of a walnut, with several dark purple veins inside, outlining the shape of a lifelike monkey.

Ye Guihong's eyes narrowed slightly: "God-descending fruit!"

Senior Sun said calmly: "Friend Ye has good eyesight."

He snapped his fingers and the white spiritual fruit flew towards the burly man, who quickly raised his hand to catch it.

Senior Sun said in a deep voice: "Take the God-descending Fruit and follow Young Friend Ye into the secret realm."

The burly man looked miserable, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he just agreed: "As you command."

Senior Sun turned around and said calmly, "This matter is settled. I will help you break through the bottleneck, regulate your breathing, and recover from your injuries."

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and took out a jade bottle, flicked his finger, and it flew towards the burly man.

The burly man took the jade screen, exhaled heavily, and bowed deeply: "Thank you for the reward, ancestor!"

He no longer hesitated, swallowed the spiritual fruit, and gathered all the treasures floating around him.

Then he opened the jade bottle, poured out a magic pill, swallowed it, sat cross-legged in the void, and meditated to regulate his breathing.

Upon seeing this, everyone gathered up the many treasures they had been forced to take out after the mustard seed ring was destroyed, and began to meditate and regulate their breathing.

Only Senior Sun stood with his hands behind his back, staring quietly at the spiritual light gate thousands of feet high in front of him. A hint of annoyance flashed in the depths of his eyes hidden under the black iron double-horned helmet.

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Tanzhou, Zhaoming Lake.

Deep in the largest lake of Jiuxianzhou, on an island shrouded in mist, lies a lake several miles in size.

In the middle of the lake, there is an island with a bamboo forest. The scenery is quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, disturbing the mist, causing a huge wave on the lake. The grass and trees fell down, the green bamboo swayed, and a two-story bamboo building was revealed.

Shortly after the storm, an old man in black walked out of the main building and looked towards the south. His gaze seemed to penetrate the mist, across thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed in the depths of Nanzhou.

The old man frowned slightly, raised his hand and made hand gestures, as if he was calculating something.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed, and he murmured, "Spiritual energy storm, the emergence of the ancient secret realm, should be near Xuanwu Lake, could it be related to the Yuling Sect..."

He pondered for a moment, took out a sound transmission talisman, put it to his lips, said a few words silently, and raised his hand to throw it.

The sound transmission note turned into a stream of light and flew out.

The old man, with his hands behind his back, walked slowly to the south side of the island in the middle of the lake, and sat down on a blue stone near the lakeside, shaking his sleeves.

As soon as he sat down, a beam of light flew over and landed in front of the old man.

The light disappeared, revealing a middle-aged cultivator with a dignified face and extraordinary bearing. However, at this moment, he was extremely humble and bowed deeply: "Disciple greets Grandmaster Uncle."

The old man nodded slightly, and a dark blue bead appeared out of thin air and flew towards the middle-aged monk.

"An ancient secret realm has appeared in the Xuanwu Lake of Nanzhou. You take this dragon ball and lead three or five elders of the sect to explore it and collect all the information about the ancient world of immortal cultivation."

The middle-aged monk was surprised. He took the blue bead with both hands and said with some confusion: "Disciple obeys your command, but I don't know why Master gave me the dragon bead?"

The old man said calmly: "Sun Yuan must not be allowed to enter the secret realm."

When the middle-aged monk heard this name, he was shocked, his expression solemn, and he bowed deeply: "Disciple understands!"

After saying that, he didn't linger any longer. He bowed and stepped back a few steps. With a flash of light, he flew into the sky and his figure disappeared into the mist.

The old man stared towards the south with a serious look in his eyes.

A breeze blew by, waves rose, and a cloud of mist slowly flew over.

After a long time, the fog dispersed, and the old man disappeared, leaving only a long sigh: "Where is the way..." (End of this chapter)