The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 11 Seven-Colored Spirit Mountain

Three years later……

A place shrouded in celestial mist,

In this secluded paradise of natural beauty, a magnificent, seven-colored mountain stands tall.

Seven faint halos of light, dreamlike and ethereal, float over the entire vibrant mountain. When the wind blows and the clouds move, it is like a fairyland on earth!

It is worth mentioning that the colorful mountain peaks that rise abruptly from the ground and pierce the clouds are actually located in a small basin at an altitude of several thousand meters!

The basin is surrounded by steep terrain and is closed off from the outside world. The smooth, several-thousand-meter-long horizontal barrier is covered with damp, green moss.

The steep railings and the hazy mist subtly echo each other, together blocking wanderers who dare to attempt to climb over.

At first glance, it seems like an insurmountable chasm, inspiring despair!

At this moment, a phantom figure stood atop this misty, chasm-shrouded barrier.

I see,

The man's eyes were like lightning, his aura soaring to the heavens, and he held a silver spear with a red tassel that shone like fire.

Going wherever one pleases,

The moves were as fluid as flowing water, leaving behind a sky full of afterimages on the ground thousands of meters high!

His moves were fierce and progressive, each strike surpassing the last. Reaching his peak, he leaped into the air, his momentum like a rainbow!
"Boom!!" A huge explosion rang out, and a massive boulder weighing thousands of pounds not far in front of him was crushed into dust by a sudden shot!
A massive amount of debris tumbled down from thousands of meters in the air. So domineering! So powerful!

"Greetings, Second Senior Brother!"

Amidst the swirling dust, the man heard light footsteps approaching. A thought struck him, and he withdrew his gun, turning to look at the newcomer.

The next second, amidst the illusory clouds and mist, the hazy figure gradually became clear, and a handsome boy with a hint of malice appeared atop the cliff!

"Hiss!" The wicked boy gasped, staring at the imposing man before him, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "Junior brother, in less than three years, you've already mastered the Fire-Tipped Spear to perfection! A prodigy, truly a prodigy..."

"Second Senior Brother is too kind!" The man returned the greeting calmly, then raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled: "Senior Brother, has something come of your business?"

The wicked boy was slightly taken aback, then his eyes showed dissatisfaction, and he pretended to be old-fashioned.

He scolded fiercely, "What? Can't your senior brother come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"

"Alright, alright, your senior brother was just joking because he was worried you'd run into problems after you've been practicing in seclusion ever since you joined the sect!"

Seeing that the man seemed inclined to explain, the wicked boy quickly waved his hand dismissively.

Then, putting away his fierce expression, he solemnly explained his purpose: "Junior brother, Master specifically ordered me to come and find you; he wants to see you!"

The man's eyes lit up. He put away his fire-tipped spear and strode into the clouds, leaving the wicked boy standing there, utterly embarrassed.

"This guy! Still so cold!" With a hint of annoyance, the Evil Child quickly set off to follow.

Seven-Colored Lingjue Mountain
At the peak amidst the clouds and mist, in a blessed land...

Two intelligent young boys stood on either side of a kind old Taoist priest who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Disciple greets Master!"

The man knelt and kowtowed respectfully, looking up at the three old Taoist priests. Seeing the man looking at him, the refined and kind-hearted boy on the left nodded and smiled in response.

His gaze fell on the evil child with a menacing expression, who grinned at him.

The man was slightly startled: He arrived faster than expected, what incredible speed!

"Feng'er! How long have you been a disciple of this old man?" The kind old Taoist opened his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the man kneeling before him.

"Master, if we include today, it has been exactly three years since I arrived!" The man thought for a moment and answered truthfully.

"Three hundred and sixty days a year, ninety each for spring, summer, autumn and winter... Three years have passed in the blink of an eye!" The old Taoist priest looked up and sighed slightly, his wise eyes shining brightly, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the stone walls of the cave and shooting straight to the sky!
"Have you thoroughly comprehended the technique of creating clones outside the body that I taught you?" The old Taoist priest withdrew his remark and looked intently at the man.

"Bang!" Upon hearing this, the man's mind stirred, and a blurry body materialized before the three old Taoists.

It was a white-haired old man!
Immediately afterwards, there was a thud.

The old man knelt down, just like the man.

"Wonderful!" The two boys gazed at the aged figure, secretly marveling.

A hint of surprise and envy flickered in their eyes, but the jealousy that most people would feel was nowhere to be seen in them!

"Good! You've grasped the essence!" The old Taoist's eyes sharpened, and he praised the man highly.

He then continued, "From what Zhi'e said, you have mastered the Fire-Tipped Spear to a considerable degree. In that case, go down the mountain!"

Upon hearing this, the two boys looked at the man expressionlessly, but a hint of envy flashed in their eyes once again.

"Master! Have I offended you in any way?" The two figures merged into one, and the man asked in confusion, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"No, no, you should accompany Zhishan on this journey. After you've passed the seventh level, come back to see me!"

The old Taoist smiled kindly, lightly flicked his whisk, and then the surrounding scenery changed.

After seeing the two off, the old Taoist closed his eyes slightly. The wicked boy behind him muttered softly, "Junior Brother is so lucky. He can go down the mountain to play whenever he wants!"

The old Taoist priest's ears twitched slightly, and he smiled, "Zhi'e, if you can cultivate your extraterrestrial avatar to the level of a physical entity, then I will send you down the mountain!"

The wicked boy immediately shut his mouth, scratched his head, and cursed himself for being too talkative.

He glanced awkwardly at the old Taoist priest, and seeing that he didn't seem to mind, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Master didn't pursue the matter relentlessly!

"Junior Brother Feng Ling, Master has entrusted you with an important mission. Don't overthink it, just come with me!"

Amidst swirling clouds and mist, the refined-looking man and the kneeling man appeared together outside the cave.

Seeing the man looking somewhat bewildered after he stood up, the Child of Perfect Goodness spoke softly to explain.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" The man put aside his doubts and smiled at the refined young man in thanks.

Zhi Shan waved his hand, and then the two of them disappeared together into the immortal mist of the Seven-Colored Spirit Peak.

That's right! That spirited man was none other than Feng Ling, who nearly died three years ago!

The master he had previously knelt before was none other than the old Taoist priest Qingniu who had saved his life three years ago!

After mastering the technique of creating an external clone, Feng Ling's natal ghost spirit has materialized.

Feng Ling's original form has regained its appearance from its previous life and miraculously coexists with Ling Weiyun's clone!
Now, he can transform into two people in the blink of an eye. Based on the resonance of their bloodlines, the two bodies can fight independently of each other, and even challenge themselves!
Ling Weiyun's eighth-level ghost spirit body has been used to condense an eighth-level extraterrestrial avatar.

Feng Ling also possesses seven ghost spirit bodies. In these three years, although his main body has focused on cultivating the Fire-Tipped Spear, his cultivation level has reached the seventh level, and his combat power is comparable to that of an eighth-level cultivator!
The two bodies were not a mishmash of different styles. Feng Ling taught all the techniques related to Tai Chi and hand-to-hand combat to Ling Weiyun's clone.

His clone primarily cultivated the "Thunderbolt Technique," while his main body primarily cultivated the "Overlord Spear Technique." He arranged things this way because he had his own plans.

Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages and saints offer you a pure land for your souls.

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I begged repeatedly, bowing my head repeatedly at every step.

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