Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Ping'an decided to get insurance for himself to avoid falling into the trap of different flow rates over time.

Yang Ping'an left a mark within the Chaos Golden Lotus, setting a one-month time limit. Upon expiration, the Daoist energy in his sea of ​​consciousness would be shaken, washing away the mysterious Dao fruit and thus prompting the divine consciousness of the other world to return voluntarily.

Yang Ping'an walked out of his room and went to Yang Yitan's room next door.

"I need to go into seclusion for a while. If it exceeds a month, then wake me up." Yang Ping'an released the Golden Lotus and imprinted a dark golden lotus mark on the back of Yang Yitan's hand.

"Okay, I got it. It's just closed-door cultivation, right? It's not like it's the first time." Yang Yi sighed, looking curiously at the mark on his arm, not caring about the closed-door cultivation Yang Ping'an mentioned.

"I'm going into seclusion tonight. Tell the old man and the others not to prepare any food for me. With my current cultivation level, I don't need any food during seclusion," Yang Ping'an instructed worriedly.

"I will tell Grandpa and the others." Yang Yitan was surprised to hear that he was in such a hurry to go into seclusion, but he agreed to tell Grandpa Yang and the others.

After giving instructions regarding his seclusion, Yang Ping'an returned to the room where he had previously secluded himself, preparing for a month-long retreat.

Yang Ping'an sat cross-legged on the futon and set a golden lotus mark. Yang Ping'an didn't know how long he would experience in the other world when this "alarm clock" took effect.

If things become impossible, Yang Ping'an will immediately return to the Fox Demon World via the hidden current to find other methods of cultivation.

Yang Ping'an released his golden lotus form to protect his seated body, and once again entered a deeper level of enlightenment. Waves of Daoist sounds resonated in Yang Ping'an's sea of ​​consciousness, and Yang Ping'an's divine consciousness actively transformed into a swimming fish.

With the blessing of the Daoist aura, Yang Ping'an's consciousness was protected by the image of the golden lotus, and he floated lightly towards Qingming.

With a leap, Yang Ping'an broke free from the constraints of heaven and earth and entered a vast ocean.

Yang Ping'an discovered that he couldn't project his divine sense at all and could only rely on basic visual observation. Under the protection of the golden lotus, Yang Ping'an carefully examined this not-so-unfamiliar ocean.

The vast and deep ocean may appear calm on the surface, but undercurrents are surging beneath, and a world of endless sands fills the ocean.

From Yang Ping'an's perspective, there were no other creatures besides the golden lotus. The pale blue undercurrent in the fox demon world seemed to be in a remote corner, with the surrounding waters silent, and only the undercurrent behind him occasionally swirling up eddies.

Yang Ping'an gazed into the distance, and in the deep blue ocean, distant waters seemed to shimmer with other sparkling waves, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Yang Ping'an felt that the connection between his divine sense and Dao Fruit was very stable, and he could return to his original form in the fox demon world at any time.

Yang Ping'an headed towards the shimmering area in the distance. The fish seemed perfectly suited to swimming in this ocean composed of countless worlds.

Yang Ping'an swayed his tail slightly and looked back. The pale blue current was completely hidden in the deep ocean and could not be seen.

Fortunately, the connection between his divine sense and his physical body remained, so Yang Ping'an swam towards the shimmering waves with peace of mind.

Yang Ping'an flicked his tail twice more and appeared around a group of dark currents that shimmered with multicolored light. These currents were separate from each other, but they also merged and converged at the edges.

Yang Ping'an carefully avoided the eddies and swam around this magical body of water.

Yang Ping'an discovered that each of the undercurrents here was not very large, with the largest one being only one-third the size of the undercurrents in the Fox Demon World.

But when they come together, they form a huge network of undercurrents. The whirlpools they create constantly collide and merge, either dissipating into the seawater or growing stronger together, causing the currents in this area to surge violently.

Yang Ping'an swam to the top of the largest dark current, which was a mix of gold, blue and red, and hesitated as he watched the slightly smaller white dark current next to it swim away.

These two undercurrents are the largest compared to the others. After a moment's thought, Yang Ping'an decided to enter the smaller white undercurrent world, not for any other reason than that it looked more appealing.

Yang Ping'an slowly swam to the confluence of the two undercurrents. Suddenly, a white streak of light shot out from the point where the two small undercurrents collided and instantly hit Yang Ping'an in front of him.

Because he couldn't project his divine sense outwards, Yang Ping'an hadn't anticipated the trajectory of the white light and was startled by the sudden attack.

"Damn it!" In response, Yang Ping'an swung his fish tail and shot backward. He only had time to greet the white light before he accidentally retreated into the three-colored dark current. Without magic power, Yang Ping'an could not escape the vortex.

Before falling into the dark currents of gold, blue, and red, Yang Ping'an used the image of the golden lotus to shoot out a stream of light, quickly marking the soul in the white light.

"Don't let me catch you!" Yang Ping'an exhaled a string of bubbles, only to be pressed into the tri-colored dark current by the vortex.

Yang Ping'an felt as if he had been stuffed into a washing machine, going up and down, left and right.

Protected by the golden lotus, Yang Ping'an's divine sense was not substantially harmed. However, the fish formed from Yang Ping'an's divine sense was shaken so badly that it became dizzy and fainted.

……

Six years have passed since Yang Ping'an arrived in this new world.

Star Luo Empire, Po Jun City, the territory of the Po clan.

Over the years, Yang Ping'an has also figured out the basic situation of this world. The world he is currently in is the legendary fantasy world, Douluo Continent.

Yang Ping'an is the grandson of Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po Clan, and holds a prominent position in the entire Star Luo Empire. Apart from the Star Luo royal family, whose true strength is unknown, the Po Clan is openly considered to be among the top tier of powerful clans.

In this world, Yang Ping'an didn't think he could improve his cultivation. He treated this life as a relaxing trip to experience different customs and cultures.

Once the alarm clock set by the main body rings, Yang Ping'an will return to the original world.

"Sigh." Yang Ping sat behind a group of children, chuckled idly, and waited for his family members to awaken his martial soul.

"What kind of martial soul will I awaken?" a child muttered to himself, both worried and expectant.

"Our martial spirit is of course the Soul-Breaking Spear!" the child next to him immediately chimed in.

"That's right, everyone in our family has the Soul-Breaking Spear as their martial soul; very few have other martial souls," another child said enthusiastically to the two.

The hall was filled with the chaotic sounds of children. Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po clan, stood beside the group, looking at the future of these families.

Suddenly, Yang Wudi's gaze was drawn to a lazy figure that stood out from the crowd, and he stared at Yang Ping'an with wide eyes.

"I know, I know, it's just a martial soul awakening, I'm not nervous at all, what's there for the old man to get excited about?" Yang Ping'an felt Yang Wudi's death stare, straightened up slightly, waved his hand and muttered softly.

"Hmph, I'll deal with you later." Although Yang Ping'an's voice was soft, Yang Wudi's cultivation level of 82 Soul Douluo was not fake, and he heard it clearly. He snorted coldly.

Yang Wudi was very satisfied with his grandson's talent. In terms of gun skills alone, he was no match for Yang Ping'an, who had reached the pinnacle of skill.

What Yang Wudi disliked was Yang Ping'an's lazy nature. He only cultivated five days a week, working from nine to five every day, and cultivating for eight hours straight without fail. He even took a break on any holidays.