Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

The real body was still sitting cross-legged in the ice cave, its chest slightly warm, and its heartbeat almost half as slow as usual.

The heartbeat is already slow in the fetal breathing state, and it's even slower now.

thump...

thump...

thump...

The location of the dantian is revealed after the yin essence fades away.

The genital tissue of the legs recedes from the root of the thighs down, through the knees, calves, ankles, and finally to the soles of the feet.

Each joint becomes lighter after the yin essence is removed.

When the last bit of yin energy on the soles of the feet dissipated, the feeling of being unable to pull oneself out of the mud under the feet of the yin spirit disappeared.

Now, with both feet dangling in the air, he naturally rests in the darkness of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Start with the eye sockets.

His sea of ​​consciousness was originally a dark space, but at this moment he could see the other parts of his body, and every outline was clear.

When the last piece of yin essence left the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head, the entire body of the yin spirit floated upwards.

It's lighter now.

It's a completely different feeling.

The body in the Yin spirit state is submerged at the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness, and every movement requires willpower to drag, like dragging a lead ball underwater.

The primordial spirit floats in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, requiring no effort; wherever the will points, the body shifts in that direction.

Yang Shen (Yang God).

Inside the ice cave, Chen Chen's true form sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace.

Breathing has completely stopped; in a state of fetal breathing, the skin pores are carrying out a small amount of gas exchange, and the chest cavity is still.

My heart rate was so slow it was almost undetectable, and my body temperature was much lower than normal, but there was a small patch of skin on my forehead, between my eyebrows, that was slightly red.

The residual heat of the alchemy furnace has dissipated.

The light filtering through the ice shell at the cave entrance had changed from daylight to a darker grayish-blue, indicating that it was around dusk outside.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Yang spirit turned around and walked towards the boundary of his sea of ​​consciousness.

It turns out that when the Yin spirit reaches the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness, it will feel an invisible resistance, as if it has crashed into an invisible wall.

Now that resistance has disappeared.

The boundaries of the sea of ​​consciousness still exist, but they are no longer walls; they are more like a veil that can be pushed open.

The Yang God stretched out his hand.

The finger passed through the boundary of the sea of ​​consciousness and entered a brand new area of ​​perception.

overhead.

The Yang spirit ascends.

Passing through the glabella, across the forehead, and then upwards.

The Baihui acupoint is like a half-open door, through which the Yang Shen (spirit) squeezes out.

There was no sound at the moment of exiting the body.

The ice cave is still the same ice cave.

The alchemy furnace remains in its original location.

He sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace, his eyes closed, his face calm.

From the side, the small red patch of skin between the eyebrows has faded.

The Yang God floated at the top of the ice cave, looking down at himself.

This is the first time I've seen my own body from the perspective of the Yang God.

Try to float towards the cave entrance.

There was no resistance as it passed through the ice shell.

On the cut surface of the ice shell, you can see round holes formed by frozen air bubbles, one after another.

Outside the cave, it's night on Mount Everest.

The snowstorm has stopped.

The starry sky above us was unrealistically bright at an altitude of over 7,000 meters. Each star was a tiny, cold point of light, densely covering the entire sky.

Moonlight shone on the snow slope, reflecting a pale blue-silver light onto the snow surface, where the transition between light and shadow was sharp as a knife.

The world was desolate...

Further up from Yangshen, the summit of Mount Everest is faintly visible, with a snowdrift, cut into a blade shape by the wind, hanging at the highest point.

Stand still.

The Yang God floated thousands of meters in the night sky, spreading out his hands and looking down at the entire earth.

"It's done."

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……

After leaving the Tang Sect, Lu Linglong didn't say a word in the car.

She turned to the side, her forehead pressed against the car window.

The glass was cold and hard. One tunnel after another appeared, and the car headlights swept out moving circles of dark yellow light on the tunnel walls.

The only remaining wound on his forehead had been reduced to a small, faint scab.

Her hair was down, covering her face, so you couldn't see it unless you looked closely.

Tang Tingting's attack really made my head feel like a rice dumpling.

It was only then that I learned about the effects of Runchun Pill. The pill dissolved under my tongue, and its medicinal power, aided by my Qi and blood, allowed the injury to heal quickly. Now, only the itching at the edge of the scab remains.

Tang Miaoxing is dead.

Even if she didn't kill the sect leader, she would still have to face Lu Jin when she returned.

Lu Linglong knew about her great-grandfather's affairs and did not regret coming to the Tang Clan.

Lu Lin sat next to her, and the two siblings exchanged glances several times.

"What should we tell Grandpa when we get back?"

"Say it the way you should."

Lu Lin was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He glanced at her forehead; the scabs looked dark red under the light. Lu Linglong noticed his gaze and reached up to brush her hair forward.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Lu Lin didn't say anything more.

Chen Chen is someone I haven't known as long as Lu Linglong, and Lu Linglong can handle this kind of thing herself.

I transferred to the high-speed train and arrived at Beijing West Station after nightfall.

The two took a taxi back to the Lu family mansion. The only sound in the car was the mechanical female voice of the navigation system reporting traffic conditions.

Lu Linglong leaned back in the back seat, clutching the empty cloth bag inside her coat.

The car was parked in front of the Lu family mansion.

The copper rings on the vermilion gate gleamed with a dull metallic luster under the streetlights.

Lu Linglong stood at the door for a moment.

A night breeze blew by, brushing the stray hairs on her forehead onto the scabs, making her frown from the itch.

Lu Lin walked up from behind and stood next to her.

"We'll have to get through this sooner or later."

Lu Linglong took a deep breath.

He pressed his hand against the door, his palm against the cold wood, and pushed hard.

The door hinge made a low, grinding sound.

The courtyard was quiet, the bluestone pavement was swept clean, and the lights in the main hall were off.

A warm yellow light shone through the study window.

Lu Jin is still awake.

Lu Linglong walked across the courtyard, passed the main hall, and stopped at the door of the study.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, but suddenly turned around and glanced at Lu Lin.

Lu Lin nodded with her chin toward the door.

The door was pushed open.

The study light suddenly came on.

An old sandalwood tea table, two cups of tea.

Lu Jin was sitting in one chair, and the person sitting in the chair opposite her was facing the door.

Chen Chen.

Lu Linglong's hand was still on the door panel.

Chen Chen's profile was just a few steps away, but he didn't turn to look at her.

He was still wearing the same dark coat he wore after leaving the alley after that meal, the lapel completely still.

His shadow was stretched long by the lamplight under the coffee table.

Lu Jin turned her head.

His gaze first fell on Lu Linglong's face, lingering for a moment on the fresh scab on her forehead.

"Get out."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and resolute.

Lu Linglong opened her mouth slightly, but Lu Lin had already grabbed her sleeve and pulled her back, and the door closed again.

The silence in the corridor returned.

After the door closed, the study became quiet again.

Lu Jin rested one hand on the armrest. At his age, he had seen too many people to count, and this childhood friend of his own daughter was quite an extraordinary person.

"Go on."

"This junior has come to ask Elder Lu for something."

"These old bones of mine can't..."

"The Heavenly Record".

Lu Jin slowly leaned back in her chair.

The rattan chair creaked softly, its eyes glancing sideways at Chen Chen.

Meaningful.