Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 270
Being thrown out from the void, Ye Ang quickly stood still, looked around, and slowly released his consciousness, trying not to make too much noise.

After a while, he withdrew his consciousness and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine and safe.

Only then did he have time to take out the crystal ball from the space, and stared at him closely with both eyes. After a while, he confirmed that there was no more black thin line in the crystal ball, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. Satisfied, he put away the crystal ball.

This thing was left to him by the deity. Its main function is to detect whether someone is monitoring him. As long as someone monitors him, if something like divine consciousness appears beside him, he will be sensed by this crystal ball. A black line appeared in it.

"Two black lines, that is to say, there were two people watching me earlier, one is undoubtedly that guy Feiyan, and the other, could it be the Palace Master of Qingyuan Palace?"

"No way..." Still somewhat puzzled, he said, "Palace Master Qingyuan insists that he is not as strong as that guy Feiyan. When monitoring me, he should not have let me notice it. Could it be that Qingyuan Is there any powerful magic weapon in Yuan Palace?"

Ye Ang felt a little headache, Feiyan has a magic weapon that can help her monitor a large area, Ye Ang knows this, Qingyuan Palace has never heard of anything that can do it.

"What the hell, a small force, the strongest is only in the realm of the real fairy, and the water is so deep. The fantasy world is really not that easy to mess with."

"And it's too dark!"

Ye Ang said cursingly, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all. He quickly took out the other treasure platform and used his mana to move it.

After a while, his figure faded again and disappeared from the spot.

After turning around like this four times, Ye Ang arrived at Dongping Lake's lair.

Galloping all the way, rushed back to the tree house before dark.

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Lying obliquely on the trunk of the big tree, Ye Ang lazily looked at Dongping Lake in the distance, feeling like he didn't want to move.

Very relaxed.

At this time, more than 280 years have passed since I was born in this world, which can be said to be extremely long.

Even 80 years ago, he successfully stepped into the realm of celestial beings.

Although it would definitely surprise the outside world if this time was known, Ye Ang didn't think it was fast at all, on the contrary he felt that this time was too long.

According to his habits and cognition, 200 years is definitely not short.

Therefore, he couldn't bear the loneliness and wanted to go out for a walk.

However, out of caution, he didn't want to reveal his birthplace, and the deity said that Dongping Lake would be a safe place for a thousand years, so Ye Ang also considered it as a safe haven for a thousand years.

So when he left, he was extremely cautious, and even used the teleportation platform of the deity, and made many teleportation jumps, carefully covering up, and finally arrived at the place ruled by Qingyuan Palace after several teleportation jumps.

It was a small town in a fantasy world, headed by Qingyuan Palace, and several small forces around it ruled one side.

Moreover, the relationship among them is more complicated, Qingyuan Palace vaguely has the background of the beast clan, while Feiyanya led by Feiyan obviously has the background of the bird clan.

In the end, Li Yegong, who was destroyed by Ye Ang, was vaguely related to the Donghai tribe.

However, according to Ye Ang's inquiries, the location of Qingyuan Palace is an inconspicuous existence on the boundary line between the beast clan and the bird clan, so Li Yegong can't develop here, it can only be a disgusting person Therefore, Qingyuan Palace borrowed Ye Ang's hand to eradicate it.

Thinking of these things, Ye Ang also frowned.

About the three clans, the deity didn't give much information, he said vaguely, only knew that the three clans were extremely powerful, and it was best not to provoke the three clans before becoming a top Da Luo Jinxian.

Therefore, after knowing that the Taiyi Immortal who had taken refuge in Xiangdonghai was coming to inspect, Ye Ang left early without hesitation.

Of course, he would never admit that this was the reason. He felt that the bigger reason was that he was about to break through to the Realm of Immortals and needed to come back...

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The so-called real immortal is a real word!
In this state, practitioners will divide all their cognition into layers.

What is not what I think is not what I think will be cut directly at the bottom by them, while what I think and what I think occupies an absolute dominant position.

It is no longer before, it will be disturbed by other existences in the body or the shallow level of the outside world, affecting self-cognition and disturbing the existence of self-for-self.

In Ye Ang's mind, all kinds of past scenes are presented one by one like a fleeting image.

As an existence whose cultivation base is close to that of a true immortal, two or three hundred years is really too short, but within a short while, Ye Ang has fully contemplated all his experiences in his heart.

Then, the trade-offs began.

On the basis of retaining the main emotional data, he quickly put low-level tastes, many negative emotions, and non-positive cognitions into the non-main level.

This is a process of choice, and in this difficult choice, it allows the monks to recognize themselves, what is the real self, and what is the pursuit of the self.

Who am I, where do I come from, where am I going?

These three questions in life are the first checkpoint for the true immortals at this moment.

It is no longer a casual question, it is about the route to the Dao of practice, about one's various choices in the future, and it is an inquiry about one's own path.

At this critical level, any slightest hesitation, any slightest flaw, will be infinitely magnified and become a hindrance to future practice.

Therefore, every time Ye Ang makes a choice, he is constantly questioning himself, choosing what he wants, and discarding what he doesn't want, just taking it as a certain aspect of himself and putting it in a secondary position.

Every decision is extremely difficult.

At this level, no one can help, and there is no experience to provide.

From a celestial being to a true celestial being, it is essentially a sublimation of self, a sublimation of cognition about me as an individual. After passing this level, I am no longer muddled and drifting with the crowd, but start to seek truth and truth.

Started on the road.

Many celestial immortals have not been promoted to true immortals for a long time. It is not that they are not strong enough, nor that they are not strong enough, but that they are not ready to question themselves, and even enjoy themselves in the world of mortals. Among the mountains and rivers, they enjoy all kinds of convenience brought by a strong cultivation base, that's all, but they are not willing to go one step further, beating and sharpening themselves more painfully, peeling and crushing themselves, and choosing to come out bit by bit. The real me, a rudimentary seed of me, let him grow slowly on the road of seeking Tao.

This is an extremely painful process.

It even goes so far as to say that the promotion of a heavenly immortal to a true immortal has nothing to do with the strength of his practice!
But it is precisely this hurdle that has stuck countless practitioners, especially those who are not innately sacred.

The congenital sage is the darling of heaven and earth. Those innate sacred who have the realm of true immortals from birth do not need to go through this level of questioning themselves, because what they think and think is their own self. These fetters, their self, innately is the true self!

(End of this chapter)