Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

A normal Core Formation is about controlling a domain, within which one can suppress opponents, amplify oneself, and utilize spiritual energy.

The Nascent Soul is about changing a domain—altering the attributes and forms of all things in the universe within that domain.

What he just did was directly convert Yuan energy into spiritual energy, dismantling and destroying the structure of the demonic poison from the inside. This has already touched the edge of the Nascent Soul stage.

We're still a ways off from pushing open that door.

However, it will be soon.

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A few days later, Lin Zhao was still fishing.

There were even fewer people around the sacred lake.

Su Huai is still here. The eldest sister occasionally comes to deliver things, and leaves them there.

Lin Zhao sat in the same spot every day, leaning against the tree trunk, but the aura emanating from him changed daily.

He sat there, his eyes fixed on the lake, but the warmth of humanity in his eyes was slowly fading away.

Lin Zhao's divine state has descended once again.

He got up, stood up, and walked towards the lake.

Su Huai was taken aback.

"Lin Zhao?"

Lin Zhao did not turn around.

He walked to the lakeside, didn't stop, and then stepped into the water.

Lin Zhao did not sink. His feet touched the water as if they were on flat ground, and a small ripple spread outwards.

Su Huai stood up. Senior Sister was also on the shore, squatting on the ground tidying up her fishing gear. She looked up and saw Lin Zhao standing on the water.

In their understanding, the power of the sacred lake is absolute.

For tens of thousands of years, countless powerful individuals have tried to set foot on the lake using various methods—but no one has ever succeeded.

Anyone who steps onto the lake will be dragged down by the forces of the water; only sacred objects from the island can allow one to walk on the lake.

This is based on tens of thousands of years of experience and tens of thousands of years of ironclad rules.

Now some people are standing directly on the lake.

Lin Zhao was walking. Not fast, step by step, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

He didn't use any magical artifacts or activate any power; it was as if he were walking in his own backyard.

His aura seemed to merge with the power of the sacred lake.

As Su Huai watched Lin Zhao's retreating figure, a thought flashed through his mind—perhaps today, he would witness a myth descend upon the world.

Halfway there, Lin Zhao stopped cultivating.

Surrounded by endless lake water, with the sacred island in front of him, he stood on the water and looked down at the lake beneath his feet.

Then the lake began to freeze.

Starting from his feet, a layer of ice spread outwards, not quickly, but continuously.

Ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a li, five li. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the entire ten-li lake surface, including the water below, was completely frozen over.

Everyone on the shore stood up.

Su Huai stood still, his hands trembling, while his senior sister covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide open.

Lin Zhao doesn't have an ice spirit root, but even for a Core Formation cultivator with an ice spirit root, achieving this would be difficult.

He simply used the power he gained during those times to alter the properties of water—liquid, solid, and gaseous states, which can naturally be transformed into each other.

He simply modified the conversion process.

Then he continued.

The ice began to melt.

No—it's burning.

The ice surface turned transparent, and flames rose from inside the ice layer, causing the entire frozen lake to start burning at the same time.

The flames were red, but they had no heat. Su Huai stood several miles away and felt no heat at all. The wind that blew by was cool.

The water is burning.

It defied all common sense and logic, but it still happened.

Because Lin Zhao altered one of the properties of water—making it flammable, just like oil.

The external elemental energy was frantically absorbed by the flames, and the elemental energy accumulated in the sacred lake for tens of thousands of years became the best fuel at this moment.

The flames burned higher and higher, emitting a deep roar, and their color changed from red to blue, and from blue to incandescent white.

The sacred lake, stretching for ten miles, was instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire.

Lin Zhao stood in the middle of the sea of ​​fire, his robes unburned and his hair unscorched. Flames swept past him like the wind.

No one spoke. Su Huai retreated several miles away, and the senior sister retreated even further away. All the cultivators and martial artists nearby also retreated.

Lin Zhao was left alone in the center of the lake, surrounded by towering flames.

one day one Night.

The sacred lake was burned to ashes, and the dried-up lake water turned into clouds.

The clouds piled up in the sky, thick and huge, stretching for hundreds of miles, even covering the ancient city.

Lin Zhao looked up at the clouds stretching for miles, raised his right hand, and gently clenched his fist.

The clouds began to change.

The Four Elements Sword Dragon emerged from the clouds, its head protruding. Its body, hundreds of feet long, was covered in scales woven from cloud energy and elemental power, with black and silver runes flowing across its surface.

The Four Elements Dragon spreads its four-colored cloud wings, with earth, water, fire, and wind surging on the surface of the wings. Each flap of the wings causes the entire cloud to surge.

The Divine Soul Sword Tower, a cloud tower rising from the clouds. Nine stories high, its body formed from swirling clouds, its spire pointing straight to the heavens.

Sword lotuses and cloud lotuses bloom in the clouds, their petals layered upon each other, forming a giant vortex that slowly rotates, emitting a dull rumbling sound, like a millstone grinding the sky.

Lin Zhao stood below the clouds, looking up.

He used clouds to evolve all the forms he had ever comprehended.

Clouds drift across the sky, their shapes shifting—stegas, eagles, sword towers, sword lotuses. A never-ending cycle.

He said it softly.

"This is the realm of the Nascent Soul stage."

He has already grasped the realm of the Nascent Soul, but he cannot do it yet.

The freezing of the sacred lake, the ignition of its waters, and the transformation of water into clouds—none of these were entirely his own power. He borrowed external forces; the sacred lake had accumulated tens of thousands of years of primordial energy, and he merely slightly altered its direction.

But "change" itself is the power of the Nascent Soul.

He flew up and landed on the sacred island. The sacred pillar remained the same, hundreds of feet thick and thousands of feet tall, its entire body grayish-white.

Then Lin Zhao "saw" it while in a state of divine power.

The sacred pillar was no longer a stone in his eyes, but a net.

The net of elemental energy extends downwards from the sacred pillar, embeds itself in the island, crosses the lakebed, and extends throughout the entire secret realm.

The nodes of the Dharma Net are the nine holy lands, and the center of the net is a fifth-tier spiritual treasure.

This is the Dharma Realm of Lingbao.

Lin Zhao looked outwards along the net of law and saw the source of the Yuan power—the void.

Lingbao forcibly tore open the void, drawing violent spiritual energy from outside the world and injecting it into the secret realm. Because it had not been transformed by the world, this spiritual energy was violent and difficult for people to absorb, hence the name Yuanli (Primordial Energy).

That's why martial artists capable of absorbing elemental energy were born in the secret realm.

Normal spiritual energy must be filtered by the world itself. The world is like a giant millstone, crushing and filtering the violent energy in the void, transforming it into gentle spiritual energy suitable for living beings to breathe.

The sect's several secret realms for breeding demonic beasts operate in this way—drawing energy from the void, converting it into spiritual energy, and then nurturing the birth of demonic beasts.

The Luo Tian Secret Realm is different.

For tens of thousands of years, the fifth-tier spiritual treasure has continuously poured in Yuan power. When the energy accumulated to a certain level, it began to transform into matter—mountains, water, soil, stone, and air.

Matter then carries more energy, cycling endlessly, and the secret realm grows larger and more stable until it develops its own cycle of sun and moon.

Matter and energy can be transformed into each other.

This is the core ability of Nascent Soul True Monarchs. They have comprehended this level, so they can create things out of thin air, turn stone into gold, and turn water into fire.

Lin Zhao, through the aid of the heavenly state, saw the true face of the Dharma realm.

rule.

The reason why the Nascent Soul Celestial Lord and the fifth-order spiritual treasure are so powerful is not only because they have stronger magic power, but also because they have mastered the rules.