This Dao Ancestor is too young.

Zhang Yuanzhu did not immediately begin his cultivation, but instead turned his gaze to the fire in the cave.

The flames burned as brightly as ever, illuminating both the inside and outside of the cave.

A knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

"A thousand years have passed in this grand dream; listening to the old man recount scriptures, not much time has actually elapsed in reality."

The boy made his own judgment.

Immediately, he used a short knife to pick out the snake meat from the fire.

The snakeskin was charred black and emitted a burnt smell.

He seemed oblivious to the foul odor, his hand flashing with the light of a knife as he peeled off the snake's skin, revealing glistening white flesh.

He pulled it in front of him and swallowed it in large gulps.

Having not eaten all night, coupled with the intense fighting, he had long since exhausted his strength, but now he could finally recover.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all the snake meat had been eaten. The boy relaxed completely, leaning against the stone wall with a satisfied smile on his face.

He rested there for a long time until the night faded and a ray of dawn appeared, illuminating the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu then recalled the contents of "Annotations on the Record of Qi Induction in Youquan".

"You" means abyss, "Quan" means water; "Youquan" refers to a secluded spring. Guide the flow of Qi from the kidneys throughout the body, seeking a sliver of inspiration, and channel it into the dantian, transforming it into vital energy...

The old man explained in great detail, pointing out various things to pay attention to during spiritual practice.

To him, the cultivation technique was, after all, provided by the Lie family of the Yuan Kingdom's royal family, so it couldn't be too bad, and...

"The truly powerful in this world are always people, not so-called techniques or secret arts."

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was firm. He straightened his spine, raised his arms, and formed a hand seal.

hum~

The kidneys trembled slightly, and then all the internal organs trembled together, with a peculiar rhythm.

As the various distracting thoughts in my mind subsided, a tranquil spring pool gradually emerged.

As time passed, the figure in the cave trembled, as if enduring pain.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanzhu finally lowered his arms and exhaled a soft breath.

"My body is too depleted; it will take at least seven days before I can enter the Qi Gathering Realm."

According to the old man in the supernatural scene, everyone can cultivate, but the speed of cultivation varies depending on the individual's innate qualities.

The so-called "innate constitution" is determined by physical strength, physical potential, and adaptability to spiritual energy.

He began fleeing at a young age, and even with the help of the Nguyen sisters, his physical strength and potential were very poor, and he never recovered.

but...

Zhang Yuanzhu felt the storage bag in his arms, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it, picked up the fragments of the bronze incense burner from the ground, and murmured to himself:

A grand dream spanning a thousand autumns!

In an instant, the boy returned to the courtyard and listened to the old man's sermon, absorbing the common sense of cultivation.

When he was hungry, he would roast meat; when he was thirsty, he would collect dew to drink. He was completely immersed in the scriptures, constantly meditating and cultivating, searching for a glimmer of inspiration in the darkness.

......

On the other side, in the Immortal Soldier Valley, inside the ancient bronze palace.

Seven bronze thrones, high above, were occupied by figures.

These figures were blurry and indistinct, yet powerful and imposing.

There was the blazing heat of the sun, the dazzling brilliance of sword light, the surging, overwhelming sea of ​​blood, and the howling roars of ten thousand beasts...

The seven masters of the Immortal Soldier Valley looked down at the blue-robed woman standing in the center of the hall.

They all looked solemn. Since the memory of the future appeared last night, as the second branch of Guyashan, they naturally had the means to verify its authenticity.

Because it was confirmed to be true, people went almost crazy for it.

What a brilliant future that was! Something that the sect's predecessors never dared to dream of had actually come true in their hands.

Dao Ancestor used the Immortal Soldier Valley as his base to unite the righteous, the demonic, and the monsters, establishing nine major Dao lineages to rule the mortal world.

Now, someone has actually given up this opportunity.

"Ye Jinxian, you secretly let that person leave, are you trying to betray the sect, or...?"

"Just like in my future memories, I want to join the demonic path again!"

An old man in a golden robe shouted sternly, causing the entire bronze palace to tremble, as if the space itself could not bear it, creating ripples.

The woman looked up, her veil fluttering, her eyes as calm as the ocean.

"The Tai Ri lineage wants me to forcefully retain the 'Dao Ancestor.' If I have the opportunity, I will personally tell that person this."

"You bastard!"

"This is not your era yet."

With a sharp shout, the old man stood up abruptly.

"Mr. Jin, why bother with a junior like him?"

A soft laugh emanated from the bronze throne on the right, which was engraved with stars.

Strands of starlight bloomed, brushing across the hall and calming the ripples in the space.

"They're gone, so be it. It's not necessarily a bad thing. The sect's strength is insufficient to support that person's growth."

"snort!"

The old man in the golden robe snorted coldly and sat down again.

That sounds nice, but it's not like they've already done that person a favor. Given the Dao Ancestor's character of always repaying kindness in his future memories, if he grows up, the Yi Xing Dao lineage will definitely be successful.

Their Tai Ri lineage already had a misunderstanding with the Dao Ancestor in that memory, and if they don't do something this time, the outcome may not be good.

However, as Elder Jin of the Tai Ri Dao lineage sat down, the tense atmosphere in the bronze hall eased once again.

Discussions erupted, echoing both inside and outside.

"What should be done with the Scorching Sun lineage that person originally joined?"

"Many True Lords from Wuliang Palace have gathered in Yan State, and may head south at any time, directly into Qian State."

"At the gates of the Demon-Suppressing Pass, demonic cultivators have gathered, and it is rumored that a great demon is hiding among them."

At this moment, the seven major Dao lineages and thirty-six Dharma lineages of Immortal Soldier Valley are united as never before, discussing various countermeasures.

.......

Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, six days have passed.

In an unknown place, inside a cave.

Scattered on the ground were the skeletons of various animals, and a gaunt figure stood in the center of the cave, holding a knife in one hand.

One step forward, one arm swings down.

The blades flashed repeatedly, swift and sharp, accompanied by a constant, piercing sound of air being torn apart.

Every strike was delivered with all one's might, and every turn was perfectly timed.

Sweat trickled down his cheeks, soaking the soil, but the boy's movements did not slow down in the slightest.

His swordsmanship was his only means of self-protection, and he dared not slacken in the slightest.

For the past six days, besides meditating to comprehend the scriptures, he has been diligently practicing his swordsmanship.

Stab it!

The short sword cut through the air and stopped in mid-air, its blade gleaming, reflecting the face of a young man.

His cheeks were covered in grime, and his double pupils were deep and eerie.

"The Ruan family's swordsmanship is too light and agile."

Zhang Yuanzhu slung the short sword at his waist and pondered the sword technique he had just practiced.

The Ruan family's knife skills were taught to them by the Ruan sisters, Ruan Qing and Ruan Yu, in Jiangshui City. The knife skills were flexible and suitable for women, but nowadays, they are still somewhat lacking.

He shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and reached into his robes to tightly grasp the fragment of the bronze furnace, preparing to unleash his supernatural power once more.

For the past six days, he has been listening to the teachings of the elder of the Yuan Kingdom's royal family day and night. He is getting closer and closer to comprehending spiritual energy and entering the Qi Condensation Realm.

Sudden....

Crunch!Crunch!

The sound of footsteps crunching through fallen leaves came from outside the cave, accompanied by a few low curses.

They seemed to be arguing, or perhaps complaining.