Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Yi Yang's divine sense probed deep into the withered wood, touching the ball of emerald light for a fleeting moment.

hum.

It was silent, yet it was louder than any thunder.

That vibrant green life force, which had been dormant for countless years, surged up suddenly, like a cloud that had been awakened.

It did not reject Yi Yang's consciousness; on the contrary, it was as if it had found a long-lost relative. Following the consciousness that Yi Yang had probed in, it touched Yi Yang's consciousness very intimately.

This mass of Yi Wood essence, which had been dormant for hundreds of years, surged toward him following the guidance of his divine sense.

At first there was only a single strand.

Soon, the second and third strands followed one after another.

The grain on the surface of the dead wood remained unchanged, but subtle vibrations emanated from within. The structure that had sealed off the essence was gradually dismantled by divine sense, and the life force that had been suppressed for many years found an outlet, flowing straight into Yi Yang's sea of ​​consciousness along with his divine sense.

Yi Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he tried to withdraw his divine sense, but it was too late.

The moment his divine sense touched that ball of green light, the scene before him distorted for a split second.

When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in my room in Qingzhou City.

Yi Yang was standing in knee-deep water, with rotting water plants floating in it, giving off a damp, fishy smell.

All around were endless waters shrouded in thick fog.

Yi Yang looked around at the surroundings and felt that they were somewhat familiar.

I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

Before he could think it through, the sky above him darkened.

Dark clouds surged in from all directions, pressing down extremely low. The thick, churning clouds resembled boiling ink.

Click!

A pale bolt of lightning tore through the clouds, illuminating the entire lake as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, a roar rolled in from the depths of the clouds.

The sound was louder than thunder, carrying an indescribable pressure that instantly swept across the entire marshland.

The roar shook the water beneath Yi Yang's feet, causing waves to surge.

The fish in the water and the snakes and insects hiding in the grass all fled in a frenzy into the distance.

Yi Yang's heart also clenched violently at that roar.

He felt like an ant thrown onto a giant drum, each tremor around him enough to shatter him to pieces.

That aura was too powerful.

Far more than anyone he had ever met before, including Lu Quan'an.

He couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance; he could only rely on instinct to plunge headfirst into the water plants beside him, clinging to them tightly until he stopped breathing.

Another bolt of lightning flashed by.

This time, Yi Yang saw things clearly.

Deep within the clouds, a colossal figure stretching for countless miles was moving swiftly.

That body was too big.

So vast that even this boundless sea of ​​clouds seems somewhat shallow.

A long tail lashed out from the clouds, its black scales reflecting the cold sunlight, like a dark mountain range crashing into the sea of ​​fog, splashing up surging clouds.

The tail twitched unnaturally, with a hint of panic. Several scales on the tail fin were torn open, and dark red blood mixed with the clouds, leaving faint red streaks in the air.

A massive head suddenly emerged from the low clouds for a fleeting moment.

The horn was forged from black iron, but it was broken off at the base, with wisps of black energy swirling around the broken edge.

Those golden vertical pupils were no longer the majestic and indifferent ones of legend, but suddenly widened, revealing a deep sense of vigilance and exhaustion.

It is escaping.

Yi Yang saw clearly that it was a dragon.

A severely wounded dragon being chased.

Its massive body struggled and tumbled in the clouds, sometimes revealing a section of its arched back, sometimes crushing a piece of drifting cloud.

Where it swam, the clouds were tinged with a faint dark color, like ink dripping into a mist, lingering for a long time.

suddenly.

It suddenly turned its head and glanced back.

A very low dragon roar rolled from his throat, short and hoarse, carrying both suppressed pain and raging anger.

Then, it coiled its enormous body up and sank deeper into the thicker, darker clouds, its black scales gradually merging with the dark clouds, and even its aura was completely concealed.

It hid itself.

The moment the dragon hid itself...

Another figure appeared on the horizon.

He was a Taoist priest wearing a light green robe.

He walked step by step through the void, his speed not fast, but it was as if he had traversed the distance of space. In just a few steps, he arrived above this marshland.

Without any extra movements, the person simply pointed their fingers like a sword and gently slashed at the thick clouds below.

A towering, ethereal cyan sword phantom materialized before him.

Around the sword, rosy light flowed, and the sword intent soared to the sky, as if it would cleave this turbid world in two with a single strike.

Within that sword intent was pure, ultimate killing intent.

The dragon hiding in the clouds clearly sensed this killing intent as well.

A deafening roar.

Its enormous body stirred up the wind and clouds, and thousands of thick bolts of lightning poured down from the dark clouds, turning into a waterfall of thunder that crashed down on the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest revealed a cyan divine light around his body, attempting to block the immense thunder.

Although the black dragon was fleeing, its strength remained terrifying.

Lightning bolts continued to explode, and the azure divine light teetered on the brink of collapse.

Finally, a bolt of lightning pierced through the divine light and struck the Taoist's shoulder.

A drop of golden, shimmering blood seeped from the Taoist's shoulder and dripped down.

At the same time.

The cyan sword shadow in the Taoist's hand flew out, pierced through the sea of ​​lightning, and disappeared into the clouds.

"hold head high--!"

A mournful dragon roar came from the depths of the clouds.

A huge, black dragon tail, still dripping with dragon blood, fell from the clouds and crashed into the water below.

The image shattered into pieces at this point.

……

Yi Yang suddenly opened his eyes; he was still in his room in Qingzhou City.

He was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and the back of his clothes was soaked through.

Everything that just happened felt too real.

It was so real that he could still feel the tremor from the depths of his soul.

Bailongze.

Songqing Daoren.

In an instant, all the clues were connected in Yi Yang's mind.

The "Records of the White Dragon's Abyss" states that three hundred years ago, a Taoist priest from Suining entered the heart of the swamp alone and, after the white dragon's mournful cry, brought back a bronze box containing the "white dragon's remains" unharmed.

That body of water just now was clearly Bailongze.

That Taoist in the green robe must be Taoist Songqing.

But wasn't the dragon in White Dragon Marsh a white dragon? How come I just saw a black dragon? There must be more to this story!

And this piece of dead wood in my hand...

Yi Yang looked down and his heart clenched painfully.

That piece of dead wood, which was originally dark and dull, now shone with a faint green light from within.

Fine cracks are spreading across the surface of the wood.

An intense, almost overwhelming vitality was seeping outwards through the cracks.

wasted.

Yi Yang's first thought was not elation, but heartache.

This piece of wood is very likely the essence of Yi wood transformed from a drop of golden blood of the Daoist Songqing.

This is an unparalleled treasure that can help him break through to the Profound Realm.

Now, this treasure is constantly dissipating in all directions.

Without further hesitation, he immediately focused his mind, formed hand seals, and fully activated the "Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise".

An invisible vortex suddenly formed around his body.

The emerald green air currents that were spreading outwards seemed to be attracted by some fatal force, changing direction and rushing wildly into Yi Yang's mouth, nose, and pores all over his body.

"boom!"

A massive amount of Yi Wood essence flowed through his meridians and into his limbs and bones.

Yi Yang's body was like a piece of refined iron thrown into a raging fire, every inch of his flesh groaning under the unbearable burden.

The True Qi of the Wood element within his body began to undergo a qualitative change after coming into contact with this extremely pure energy.

The azure-green aura gradually became more condensed and pure, beginning to transform into "true qi".

Within the Qi Sea, the previously blurry illusory Dharma Body began to solidify little by little after receiving this energy infusion, its surface radiating a faint mystical light.

This is the process of condensing the seed of profound light.

It is a sign of breaking through to the Profound Realm.

Yi Yang endured the tearing pain in his meridians and focused his mind on the Destiny Panel.

[Yi Wood Health Cultivation Exercise - True Qi Realm Perfection: 1720000/8000000]

There are still more than six million steps to go before it's complete.

At a normal pace, even with the blessing of destiny, it would still require a year and a half of arduous training.

but now……

Yi Yang looked at the piece of dead wood; the cracks were increasing, and the vitality emanating from it was becoming more and more intense.

He knew that this schedule could be completely filled tonight.

Even overflowing.

(Third update today)