At the beginning, I cleaned the Sutra Library and completed the incomplete skills.

In the world of cultivation.

A pseudo spiritual root is like a broken key, making it far more difficult than ordinary people imagine to open the mysterious door of cultivation.

Through countless days and nights, Li Lan never gave up.

He put in a thousand times, a hundred times more effort than ordinary disciples.

He dedicated almost all of his time to the monotonous cultivation.

Now, the moment of harvest has finally arrived.

Li Lan concentrated his mind and began to compress the mana within his body with all his attention.

Initially, everything went smoothly, and the two mana vortexes didn't make the slightest movement.

But as the mana clusters continued to gather together, and the third vortex began to condense.

His dantian was like a calm lake, into which a boulder had been thrown.

The weak balance was ruthlessly broken.

The two mana vortexes roared and spun, attempting to devour the third vortex, which was like a newborn infant.

Although the latter had just formed, it was unwilling to show weakness and counterattacked.

Li Lan only felt a sharp pain in his dantian.

It was as if three invisible hands were randomly tearing and twisting.

Li Lan was in so much pain that fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

But despite this.

He still maintained his composure, and there was no trace of panic in his eyes.

This inevitable situation had been mentioned many times in the cultivation experiences of those predecessors.

Li Lan had also been mentally prepared for this.

For the past two years.

He had rehearsed this moment no less than a million times.

Li Lan used a unique mana circulation route to construct a buffer zone on the outside.

Simultaneously enveloping all three vortexes.

He multi-tasked.

While protecting the third vortex from being devoured, he accelerated the compression of mana in his dantian, promoting the rapid formation of the new vortex.

The whole process was exceptionally draining.

It was like walking a tightrope, and a single mistake would ruin all previous efforts.

Li Lan carefully controlled every wisp of mana.

After a long and agonizing effort, relying on his unwavering will.

He finally persevered until the moment the third vortex was completely formed.

Subsequently.

Under Li Lan's careful guidance.

The three mana vortexes gradually adapted to each other's existence.

They no longer repelled each other.

Like three harmonious gears.

They began to rotate in a stable and orderly manner, with a new rhythm and balance.

Finally.

Li Lan smoothly broke through to the third level of Qi Refining.

All of this seemed simple and effortless.

But in reality, it was the result of his two years of relentless, day and night practice, exhausting all his strength.

When the twelve-hour period was over.

When leaving the Ding-level cave dwelling.

Miao Chenfeng had gone to see the Elder of the Spirit Plant Peak and was no longer outside.

Uncle Zhao frowned and stepped forward, his complaining voice already carrying over before he even got close.

"You stinky brat, can't you have a little sense of time? Do you always have to be a cup of tea late every time? Do you have any rules at all..."

He stopped before he could finish speaking.

He looked up and down at Li Lan with a surprised expression, as if he were looking at some kind of treasure.

"You've already reached the third level of Qi Refining?"

"This old man failed many times when breaking through to the third level of Qi Refining back then."

"Tsk tsk, you junior succeeded in just one try, your luck is really good."

"Tell me, what kind of spirit dog's droppings did you step on before coming here, to have such good dog-shit luck?"

Hearing this, Li Lan was too lazy to argue with him about the principle of accumulating strength.

He smiled slightly, made a Daoist salute, and said humbly:

"All of this is thanks to Uncle Zhao."

"Without you protecting me, junior would naturally find it difficult to calm down and seek the opportunity to break through."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhao immediately rolled his eyes.

He had already heard such flattery the last time Li Lan came out of seclusion.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries.

Li Lan left.

He didn't go straight back to the bamboo hut, but turned and left the sphere of influence of the Guangji Temple.

Ever since he realized that Guangji Temple was no longer safe two years ago.

Li Lan had already made some preparations.

Over the past two years, he had saved money and pieced things together.

He had finally collected all the array materials needed for the "Earth Binding Thousand Machine Diagram".

Now.

With the sect mission imminent.

Li Lan was preparing to find a deserted and safe place to test the effect of this second-order middle-grade array.

He also wanted to get a rough idea of his current strength.

......

It was a dark and windy night.

In a stone bamboo shoot ridge far away from the Peach Blossom Mountain Range.

Looking at it from a distance, this place is like a sea of stone forests that rise abruptly from the earth.

Countless strange stones of various shapes rise from the ground like spring bamboo shoots breaking out of the ground.

These strangely shaped stone bamboo shoots are staggered and arranged without any rules.

Shuttling between the stone forests is like being in a natural maze.

It was precisely because of the special environment here that Li Lan chose this place.

Originally, he just wanted to find a place to test the power of the formation.

But after arriving at this stone bamboo shoot ridge.

He changed his mind again.

This naturally formed unique terrain.

After some modification, it could become a perfect place to stay.

At this moment.

Li Lan was concentrating on arranging the great formation.

The twelve Earth Vein Heavy Gold Flags had been inserted into different positions according to what was described in the array diagram.

One hundred and eight cold iron chains were also buried deep underground.

Li Lan held a special container in his hand.

Using the three pecks of Earth Binding Spirit Erosion Ink inside, he outlined several profound runes in the formation.

As the last stroke fell.

Those profound runes flashed and disappeared.

There wasn't even a trace of ink left on the ground.

Looking at the silent stone forest sea around him, Li Lan felt quite satisfied.

Setting up the "Earth Binding Thousand Machine Diagram" formation in this stone bamboo shoot ridge is a perfect match.

The rugged and towering strange stones are a natural line of defense, perfectly concealing all traces of the formation.

Even if Li Lan entered this place rashly without knowing the situation.

I'm afraid he might accidentally fall into the trap.

The defensive array had been set up.

Li Lan was then preparing to start building a place to rest.

Using the readily available materials here, he planned to build a simple rock cave dwelling.

However, just as he was about to take action.

A deafening explosion came from afar.

Immediately after.

Li Lan felt as if the entire earth was shaking violently.

He looked up in the direction of the sound.

I saw a huge immortal ship in the air, like a shooting star, burning with raging flames, dragging a long trail of black smoke behind it.

It was crashing towards the stone bamboo shoot ridge at an extremely fast speed.

As it continued to approach, the whistling wind and the wailing of the ship intertwined.

Li Lan was slightly stunned.

The speed at which the immortal ship was falling was too fast.

It was too late for him to avoid it.

After a little thought.

Li Lan flashed and hid behind a strange rock.

With a wave of his hand, he took out a concealing black veil from the storage bag and covered his face.

In an instant.

The huge immortal ship crashed heavily into the stone bamboo shoot ridge.

The huge impact caused the ground to shake here.

Countless strange rocks were shattered and broken, and gravel splattered everywhere like sharp blades.

It took a long time before the surroundings barely calmed down.

Li Lan secretly threw out a few pieces of purple sandalwood spirit beans, which transformed into palm-sized spirit bean soldiers.

Replacing his eyes, they were distributed everywhere to observe the blind spots.

The immortal ship was already fragmented, and the advanced stern was embedded between the stone bamboo shoots.

The runes that once shone on the hull had been completely extinguished, leaving only a patch of black and dilapidated remains.