Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

When everyone saw Wang Xuange take out another talisman to break the ban, they were all shocked.

The three-color spiritual light that had been fading suddenly became stronger and suppressed the white light. The gate of the spiritual light shook, as if the world was collapsing, and slowly opened.

Everyone was delighted and stared intently into the depths of the vast mountains, but no more white light flew out.

The white-haired Taoist turned around and looked at Wang Xuange, his eyes full of surprise: "I didn't expect that Daoist Wang also had an ancient forbidden-breaking talisman in his hand. Why didn't Daoist Wang take it out and break the ban just now?"

Wang Xuan Ge smiled slightly: "Friend Mo has already taken out the forbidden-breaking talisman, why should I show off my ugliness again?"

"If the ban had not changed, Wang would not have done this."

Ye Guihong suddenly said coldly: "Friend Mo, we were able to break the restriction this time thanks to Friend Wang's efforts to save the situation. You collected so many spiritual herbs, you should give half to Friend Wang."

Mo Wuchen's expression froze, and he looked at Wang Xuange with embarrassment in his eyes: "This..."

Wang Xuan Ge smiled and said, "The restriction will be lifted soon. There are countless natural treasures in the ancient secret realm. What are a few spiritual herbs worth?"

"Fellow Daoist Mo didn't ask me for too much just now. How about just returning the five thousand-year-old spiritual herbs?"

Mo Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately took out the five wooden boxes from the mustard seed ring and returned them to Wang Xuange, with a grateful look on his face: "Friend Daoist Wang, you are so kind. I will remember this favor."

If Wang Xuan Ge had not taken out the second talisman, he would not have been able to break the ban. Not only would he have to return the spiritual herbs he had collected from several people, but he would also have offended Sun Yuan, who was determined to break the ban.

Although Sun Yuan would not kill the human Yuanying cultivator, he would inevitably suffer, and it would be difficult for him to enter the secret realm again.

Ye Guihong frowned. He would rather give the spiritual herbs to Wang Xuan Ge than let Mo Wuchen get the benefits.

But Wang Xuange took a step back on his own initiative, and he could not force him any further. He just snorted coldly, turned around and said to the Jiuli sect cultivators: "My fellow disciples, follow me into the secret realm."

He turned to look at Qi Hanzhou and said solemnly: "Brother Qi, I will rely on you from now on."

Qi Hanzhou stared at the vast mountains behind the Lingguang Gate, his cloudy eyes full of fanaticism. He raised his hand to stroke his beard and spoke slowly: "Master, rest assured, no matter what kind of restrictions the Yuling Sect has left behind, I have the confidence to break them!"

Ye Guihong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although Qi Hanzhou had never entered the secret realm, his attainments in the art of formation had already reached perfection. He had even broken the ban on the Black Turtle Island for hundreds of years. When it comes to his understanding of the Yuling Sect's formation, no one in the world can match him.

At this time, the gate of spiritual light was finally completely opened, leaving only the last thin layer of transparent light curtain.

The monks from all factions all gathered in front of the Lingguang Gate, looking at this last obstacle, ready to take action.

Sun Yuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly raised his palm and pushed forward.

A huge palm print a hundred feet in size appeared out of thin air in front of him, emitting a faint golden light, and there was an illusory "卍" rune on the palm.

boom!
A giant palm flew out and landed heavily on the transparent light curtain, making a loud noise.

Everyone quickly stepped aside, their eyes filled with surprise and suspicion.

The white-haired Taoist priest said loudly: "Senior, why is this happening..."

Click!

Before he finished speaking, the transparent light curtain suddenly cracked and shattered into millions of pieces.

An extremely rich and pure spiritual energy rushed out from the gate of spiritual light. Everyone subconsciously took a deep breath. The faces of the early Nascent Soul cultivators all flushed and they quickly held their breath.

The spiritual energy in this ancient secret realm was so rich that just a breath of it entering their bodies almost made them fall into spiritual intoxication.

The white-haired Taoist felt his cultivation level increase slightly, and was overjoyed. He quickly changed his words: "Thank you, senior, for helping to break the restriction!"

Ye Guihong suddenly waved behind him: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he took the lead and flew towards the Lingguang Gate.

The Jiuli Sect monks hurriedly followed, eleven beams of light flashed past, and in the blink of an eye, they sank into the gate of spiritual light and disappeared.

Sun Yuan said calmly, "You go too."

The burly man bowed deeply: "As you command!"

His figure flashed and flew towards the gate of spiritual light, and his figure disappeared into the secret realm.

Wang Xuange's eyes flashed, and he clasped his fists and bowed to Sun Yuan, and then bowed to Mo Wuchen and the white-haired Taoist priest: "Wang will go first, and we will meet again later."

After saying that, he and four other Taiming Sect monks followed the burly man and flew into the Lingguang Gate.

Seeing this, the white-haired Taoist and Mo Wuchen did not dare to delay. They looked at each other and ordered the people behind them to follow. The two factions of cultivators entered the secret realm together.

Sun Yuan was left outside the Lingguang gate, with no one around him.

He slowly scanned the vast mountain range, his eyes showing both joy and sadness.

Suddenly, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of the Lingguang Gate hundreds of feet away like a ghost.

He was only one step away from the mountain range.

Sun Yuan hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and stretched it forward.

Just as his hand was about to reach into the gate of spiritual light, it seemed to touch an invisible boundary.

The thousand-foot-high Lingguang Gate began to tremble slightly and a hint of blood began to appear because of this insignificant arm.

The vast mountain range that exuded a primitive and barren aura began to ripple like water waves and became distorted.

A blood-red lightning flashed from the gate and hung high in the sky, flickering, as if it would strike down at the next moment.

Sun Yuan's body stiffened and he slowly withdrew his arm.

He looked at the gate of spiritual light in front of him, sighed softly, and remained silent.

……

Above a wasteland, ten figures slowly emerged in the sky. They were the last monks from the Zhengqing School and Shaoxuan Sect to enter the secret realm.

The leading Mo Wuchen and the white-haired old Taoist spread out their spiritual sense and looked around, both with happy expressions on their faces, looking towards the southeast.

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said, "It is indeed an ancient secret realm, vast and boundless, with rich spiritual energy. We just came in and encountered an eighth-level beast."

Mo Wuchen's eyes became fierce. "There is no time to lose. We will set off now. First, kill this iron-tailed raccoon, and then head to the center of the secret realm."

“The ancient sect spent a huge amount of money to open up this blessed land. They must have left behind a treasure for inheritance. We must not let Ye Laogou get it first!”

The white-haired old Taoist nodded slightly: "Friend Mo is right. We opened up the secret space for the purpose of spreading our heritage. The ancient sect must have done the same."

"In addition to the treasures, there should be a Sutra Library and a Spiritual Medicine Garden deep in the secret realm. There may even be spiritual stone veins that were brought in by great magical powers. We must not let the Jiuli Sect and Taiming Sect get there first."

The two reached an agreement and immediately led everyone to fly southeast.

The lair of the eighth-level ferocious beast was just two hundred miles away, and the cultivators of the two factions arrived there in a moment.

To deal with an eighth-level beast, Mo Wuchen and the white-haired Taoist priest naturally didn't need to take action personally. Mo Wuchen smiled apologetically, "Just now, I received a nine-aperture purple Ganoderma lucidum from you, but I almost lost it when I tried to break the ban. I'll give this iron-tailed raccoon to your sect."

The old Taoist with white hair had a twinkle in his eyes and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Mo, what are you talking about? We have already agreed that the treasures we obtain will be split 50-50. How can our sect take it all for itself?"

"Iron-tailed raccoons are extremely rare in the outside world and are extremely powerful. You and I might as well ask two elders to help kill this beast and then quickly get on with our journey."

Mo Wuchen sighed inwardly, but a look of gratitude appeared on his face: "Then I'll follow your advice."

An eighth-level ferocious beast was just a small profit, and he originally wanted to give it to the white-haired Taoist priest. If he encountered precious treasures again in the future, he would have an excuse to keep it all for himself.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired Taoist priest remained unmoved, so he had to give up the idea.

Afterwards, the two of them each sent out two Nascent Soul early stage cultivators, and the four of them attacked together, angering the eighth-level Iron-tailed Raccoon that was sleeping soundly in its nest, and started fighting.

Although the Iron-tailed Raccoon is very powerful, the elders of the ten major sects are also strong. One person may have a hard time killing it, but two people are enough to kill it.

But that would take a long time, so in order not to waste time, the white-haired Taoist priest suggested that four Nascent Soul cultivators in the early stage work together to deal with the Iron-tailed Raccoon.

The four of them attacked together and were able to firmly suppress the Iron-tailed Raccoon and were about to force it into a desperate situation.

The white-haired Taoist priest who was watching the battle suddenly said, "Daoyou Mo once said that an ancient forbidden-breaking talisman is enough to break the ban."

"After seeing the forbidden-breaking talisman in Daoyou's hand, Senior Sun reacted quite strongly and agreed with this matter."

"Why is it that after you took action, you are still blocked by the secret realm restriction?"

Mo Wuchen smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I have been thinking about this matter since I entered the secret realm, but I have no clue."

"Logically speaking, the secret realm is about to be opened, and there are only a few remaining restrictions. It should not be difficult to break it with the restriction-breaking talisman."

"You also saw it, my friend. After Mo made his move, the gate of spiritual light was about to open."

“But then two strange white lights flew out from the depths of the secret realm one after another, and the spiritual light gate closed again.”

"Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Wang came to my aid, otherwise I would have lost face today and would never have been able to enter the secret realm to search for treasure again."

The white-haired old Taoist raised his hand and stroked his beard, and said thoughtfully: "Those two white lights appeared at the right time, just when you were about to break the restriction. It's really a bit weird..."

He turned to look at a cultivator beside him: "Junior Sister Xiang, what do you think?"

This is a beautiful middle-aged woman with a thriving energy. She is only at the early Nascent Soul stage, but the tone of the white-haired old man is quite respectful.

The beautiful middle-aged woman thought for a moment and shook her head slightly: "This secret place was left by an ancient sect. The restrictions set up are extremely sophisticated. My cultivation is still shallow, and I can't see through the origin of the white light."

She bowed to a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul behind Mo Wuchen, with a test in her beautiful eyes: "Fellow Daoist Liu has a high level of cultivation and is a famous formation master in Jiuxianzhou. His attainments in formation are far superior to mine. Can you give me some advice?"

Everyone's eyes were on the middle Nascent Soul stage cultivator, a young man who was staring at the big sun in the sky.

He raised his right hand, bent his fingers slightly, put them together, and moved them back and forth, muttering to himself, as if he was calculating something.

Being suddenly interrupted by the beautiful middle-aged woman, the young cultivator was not annoyed. He retracted his gaze and smiled carefreely: "Fellow Daoist Xiang, you are too kind. The aura of that white light is ethereal and hard to predict. I can't see it clearly."

"Before the great changes in the world, the ancient world of immortal cultivation was much more powerful than it is today, with countless natural resources and treasures."

"The methods of the ancient great sects are even more profound and unfathomable. It is not surprising that they use the most precious treasures to set up formations and have the means to prevent the breaking of the ban..."

He suddenly changed the subject: "Although I cannot see through that white light, I have already calculated the location of the center of the secret realm through the sun in the sky. It is in the west, about 16,000 miles away."

The beautiful middle-aged woman blushed slightly, then quickly concealed her blush: "Fellow Daoist Liu's attainments in formations are indeed extraordinary. I admire you."

The white-haired old man praised: "Thank you, Brother Liu. After killing this iron-tailed raccoon, we can set off.

The young man smiled slightly and said to Mo Wuchen, "Qi Hanzhou's attainments in formations are not inferior to Liu's. I can calculate the center of the secret realm, and he can also see it. Brother, don't fall behind."

After saying this, he still looked up at the scorching, dazzling sun, his expression focused, his fingers slightly bent, and his lips moving silently.

Upon hearing this, Mo Wuchen and the white-haired Taoist priest both looked serious and immediately sent messages to urge the four Nascent Soul cultivators who were fighting with the Iron-tailed Raccoon.

The four of them no longer held back and quickly killed the Iron-tailed Raccoon and divided up the materials for the demon pill.

Two immature thousand-year-old spiritual herbs were found in its nest. Both were types that could be transplanted. The two factions each picked one.

Then, the two groups of monks followed the young man's instructions and headed due west.

But before he flew far, Mo Wuchen seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Fellow Daoist Xuanwei, what should we do if Senior Sun follows the cultivators from various sects into the secret realm and rushes to the center of the secret realm first to seize the treasures left by the ancient sect?"

The white-haired old Taoist smiled and said, "Friend Mo, you are worrying too much. Sun Yuan is a Divine Transformation cultivator. He has already promised to stay outside the secret realm, so he will naturally not break his promise."

Mo Wuchen was still worried and asked, "What if Senior Sun insists on entering the secret realm?"

The smile on the white-haired old Taoist's face faded, revealing a hint of arrogance: "It has been a long time since your sect has seen a Divine Transformation cultivator. Fellow Daoist Mo may not be aware of this."

"I, the human race's god, have already made a pact with Sun Yuan that we are not allowed to snatch the opportunities of low-level cultivators."

“If this ancient secret realm was not located deep in Nanzhou, Patriarch Cangsong would not have asked me to warn Sun Yuan specifically.”

"Moreover, our human cultivators are worried that they have no excuse to attack Sun Yuan. As long as he dares to enter the secret realm and is discovered by cultivators from various sects, Grandmaster Cangsong and Senior Qin will immediately gather in Nanzhou to eliminate this great threat to the human race!"

Mo Wuchen was stunned, feeling humiliated in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it.

In the past, the Zhengqing sect also had a spirit-transforming cultivator in charge, and he was feared by all.

As the leader of the Zhengqing Sect, how could he not know about the agreement between the two tribes? Otherwise, he would not dare to go deep into Nanzhou to seek opportunities in the ancient secret realm.

But as the white-haired Taoist said, the Zhengqing sect has not seen any Divine Transformation cultivators emerge in nearly ten thousand years, so it is inevitable that it will be inferior to the Shaoxuan sect.

Mo Wuchen forced a smile: "Senior Cangsong is so powerful, it is me who has a narrow vision."

He kept silent, and the two groups of monks hurried on in silence, heading deeper into the secret realm.

……

In the huge valley, in front of the bronze tower, the figures of the Jiuli sect monk and a burly man appeared out of nowhere and fell from the sky.

When they saw the huge bronze tower and broken walls in front of them, they thought they had encountered the ruins of the Yuling Sect. They couldn't help but show joy on their faces, and immediately spread out their spiritual sense to investigate carefully.

But they soon became disappointed. There was nothing in the ruins, and there was no entrance to the giant bronze tower. Their spiritual sense was blocked by the formation and could not penetrate into it.

But there was a glimmer of joy in Ye Guihong's eyes. The more mysterious the bronze tower was, the more valuable it was.

He immediately turned to Qi Hanzhou and said, "Brother Qi, please check carefully to see if you can break the restriction of this huge bronze tower and go inside to explore."

Qi Hanzhou nodded and flew towards the giant bronze tower with a solemn expression.

But at this moment, the burly man suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "Wait a minute!" (End of this chapter)