My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The old monk raised his head, and a deep, unforgettable pain flashed in his murky, lifeless eyes.

"Young master has discerning eyes."

The old monk let out a long sigh, the sound of which seemed particularly desolate in the empty hall.

"More than a hundred years ago, this place was indeed a vibrant oasis."

"This sacred spring has nurtured several small mortal kingdoms within a radius of hundreds of miles, where the people live in peace and prosperity."

"But then, people from Xiaoleiyin Temple came."

The old monk's withered fingers gripped the edge of the prayer mat tightly, his nails scraping against the blue bricks with a harsh sound.

"In order to refine a batch of 'Longevity Pills' for the Bodhisattvas in the upper realm, they forcibly set up a heaven-defying spirit-extracting array here."

"They not only drained all the spiritual energy from this spring, but also drained the life force of the earth veins in the surrounding mortal kingdoms."

"The oasis turned into yellow sand, and millions of people died of thirst and starvation."

The old monk trembled all over, and turbid tears slid down his withered cheeks.

"The source of the spiritual spring was completely destroyed, and the laws of heaven and earth backfired, turning this place into a demonic spring connecting to the Netherworld."

"The resentment of the millions of innocent souls who died gathers in this demonic spring, roaring day and night."

"If the water from this demonic spring were allowed to flow out, the surrounding area of ​​100,000 li would become a deadly wasteland where countless lives would be lost."

Monk Mingxin, without bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, hurried back to the main hall.

He looked at the old man on the prayer mat, his eyes filled with shock.

"So, old Zen master, you are here..."

"Back then, I was just a wandering ascetic monk who passed through this place but was powerless to stop the atrocities committed by Leiyin Temple."

The old monk closed his eyes, his face full of remorse.

"This old monk cannot save those millions; I can only sit down before this demonic spring."

"I will use my meager Buddhist teachings to suppress the demonic energy in this spring."

a hundred years.

A full hundred years.

They neither eat nor drink, nor sleep nor rest.

The insidious demonic energy eroded his internal organs day and night, turning his once healthy body into a dried corpse.

All this was to prevent the demonic spring from leaking out and harming more mortals.

A long, deathly silence fell over the main hall.

Although Si Zi didn't quite understand those complex formations and earth veins.

But she could understand that this old man had been sitting here for a hundred years, protecting many people.

The little girl's eyes were red as she took a bright red spiritual fruit out of her bag and handed it to the old monk.

"Grandpa, you're a good person. Eat some fruit, and you'll feel better."

The old monk looked at the delicate pink hand in front of him, and managed a kind smile on his withered lips.

He gently shook his head, refusing the spiritual fruit that could have extended his life by several years.

"It's no use."

The old monk's voice grew weaker and weaker.

"My primordial spirit has been completely corrupted by demonic energy, and my time is up."

"Once this old monk dies, this demonic spring will be unrestrained and will inevitably erupt."

"You should leave, go as far away as possible..."

Just as the old monk was preparing to close his eyes and await death.

A gray figure passed him and headed straight for the magic spring behind the main hall, where black bubbles were bubbling.

"Old Zen Master, you have done very well."

Monk Mingxin stood at the edge of the Demon Spring, gazing at the bottomless, pitch-black water.

"You have guarded this place for a hundred years; leave the rest to this humble monk."

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes and cried out in terror.

"You're insane! That demonic energy is deadly to the touch. You, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, can't even withstand a single breath."

Monk Mingxin did not turn back.

He ripped off his tattered monk's robe, revealing his muscular upper body.

Then, he did something crazy that left everyone speechless.

"Amitabha Buddha, for the sake of all living beings, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Thump."

Monk Mingxin leaped into the icy, dark pool filled with demonic energy.

"Sizzle sizzle".

The water in the magic spring was like boiling sulfuric acid.

The moment it touched the monk Mingxin's skin, it emitted a corrosive sound that sent chills down one's spine.

The pervasive demonic energy, like countless tiny venomous snakes, crept into his meridians and dantian through his pores.

"ah."

The monk Mingxin let out a painful growl, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

But he did not struggle to climb up.

He formed a strange mudra with his hands in front of his chest.

"The Mahayana path is for the sake of all living beings. If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Monk Mingxin gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a crazed light.

Instead of using his true energy to resist the demonic energy, he completely opened up all the acupoints in his body.

He wanted to use his own body as a container to absorb all the demonic water into his body.

"You're asking for it."

The old monk was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Li Chen stood to the side, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He intended to reach out and pull the reckless monk up, but after scanning him with his divine sense, his outstretched hand froze.

A miracle is happening in that magic spring.

The violent black demonic energy rushed into the monk Mingxin's body, which should have instantly torn his meridians apart.

But deep within the dantian of Mingxin.

The "Great Yin Yang Heart Sutra," which Si Zi had arbitrarily renamed, began to operate wildly on its own at this moment.

The two streams of true energy, one gold and one red, transformed into a giant millstone.

The black demonic energy that rushed in was forcibly crushed as soon as it touched the millstone.

After stripping away the resentment and deathly aura, it transformed into the purest and most powerful energy of heaven and earth, pouring into the limbs and bones of the monk Mingxin.

"What... what kind of technique is this?"

The gaunt old monk was dumbfounded.

On the surface of Monk Mingxin's body, the wounds that had been corroded were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His skin radiated a layer of dark golden luster, almost tangible, like the golden statues of Arhats enshrined in temples.

As the magic water was continuously absorbed into the body.

The aura emanating from Monk Mingxin began a terrifying surge.

Foundation Building Completed.

Core formation.

Early stage of Golden Elixir.

Mid-stage Golden Core.

The Golden Core stage has reached its peak.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly, forming a huge funnel of spiritual energy above the main hall.

"Click."

A crisp sound of breaking through a cultivation realm rang out within the body of Monk Mingxin.

A nascent soul, radiating a golden-red light, burst forth from his dantian and let out a bright cry.

Early stage of Nascent Soul.

From jumping into the pool to breaking through the elixir and becoming an infant.

It took no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Li Chen stood by the pool, looking at the young monk with a powerful aura and a solemn appearance.

He couldn't help but point at Mingxin, his lips twitching wildly.