"The most important thing in Yuanying cultivation is accumulation. Only after a thousand years of cultivation can one become a True Lord."

Chen Luo recalled all the cultivation techniques of the Nascent Soul Realm in his mind. These techniques all had one thing in common, which was the accumulation of time. The magic skills of the Nascent Soul Realm were very complicated. Take the example of making clouds and rain. Every detail of gathering clouds and raining required time to hone. Compared with the magical skills of the Foundation Establishment Realm, the magical skills released by the Nascent Soul cultivators were more like a combination.

Every detail in this combination is a magical power when taken apart. Such a complex magical power requires years of accumulation before mastery.

In addition to their own power, the magical powers released by the Nascent Soul cultivators also need to call on the external heaven and earth energy, integrating the inside and the outside to trigger changes in the heaven and earth. This is the foundation for the Nascent Soul cultivators to control the heaven and earth energy. Chen Luo did not accumulate it for a long time, nor did he practice it one by one.

The 'Book of Life and Death' and the Killing Seal that he now controls are all achieved with the help of an external brain.

It's a kind of 'inheritance'.

The essence is a false precipitation of years. Although the power is the same as other Nascent Soul cultivators, when it comes to realm improvement, this difference in details will form a constraint. Because Chen Luo's body is different from the original bodies of those brains.

So this is the problem Chen Luo needs to solve now.

The best way is to improve your own accumulation. But this obviously does not suit Chen Luo's situation. He can't stay here for a thousand years and spend a long time to make up for this shortcoming, so he thought of another way, which is also his own way.

'Years can also be imitated.'

As if sensing Chen Luo's thoughts, several brains with similar thoughts in the external brain became active. From the perspective of simulation, they derived many similar methods.

"Five hundred brains, one year for each brain, that's five hundred years!"

For others the path of practice is linear, a straight line.

In Chen Luo's tree diagram, there are more than 500 lines running simultaneously. This kind of cultivation route was created by Chen Luo, and it is a path that only he can take.

One year later.

The Heart Demon Sect, the Imperial City.

Ever since the leader of the Heart Demon Sect, Tu Cheng, unified the sect, the entire Heart Demon Sect has entered a period of decline. Compared to its former prosperity, the Heart Demon Sect is now more depressed.

In the imperial city, apart from the palace maids and guards who walked with their heads down, no other elders from the main city could be seen.

Tu Cheng has lost a lot of weight.

He was still wearing the dragon robe, and the sixth-level talisman in his hand had more cracks on it. A year ago, the elder of Huangquan Black Snake came in person. In order to make up for the mistake of Huangquan disciples being killed in the Heart Demon Sect, Tu Cheng sold out all the remaining elders in the Heart Demon Sect.

Now he is the only one left in the Heart Demon Sect.

The "spiritual weapon" promised by Huang Quan was nowhere in sight, and no one came after the Black Snake Elder left. This made many of Tu Cheng's calculations become a joke.

“Ahem.”

The autumn wind was bleak, and Tu Cheng was standing beside the altar coughing.

He was injured.

The injury was caused by the last time the Black Snake Elder came. The Yellow Spring Elder was stronger than Tu Cheng expected. He, a wild incarnation, had no power to fight back in front of these Dao Sect masters. He was severely injured in just one encounter. Since then, Tu Cheng's condition has been problematic. In just one year, he was like a different person. No one knew what he was doing or what he was thinking.

"Almost. Only three months left."

A distorted expression appeared in Tu Cheng's bloodshot eyes.

As the leader of the Xinmo Sect, he was primarily responsible for the sect's decline, and all the disciples were secretly blaming him. Tu Cheng knew this, but he didn't care. In his opinion, as long as he could make one more step, he could reach the level of the founder of the sect.

At that point, he would be able to support ten Heart Demon Sects.

"You can only gain if you give. How naive it is to expect to gain without paying anything! How can one survive in this cruel world of cultivating immortals? These people don't understand. As long as I enter that place and pass the test there, I can obtain a higher level of magic seeds."

Tu Cheng muttered to himself, as if he was talking to someone.

Not far behind him, a young man in prince's clothes looked at him with worry. This man was Tu Cheng's direct disciple and the only Nascent Soul cultivator left in the Heart Demon Sect.

"Master, there are many complaints in the sect now."

“I will definitely succeed!”

The half-crazy Tu Cheng suddenly turned around, and the young disciple retreated several steps back with his bloodshot eyes. He held back the words he had not finished saying, and looked at Tu Cheng with eyes full of fear.

The Heart Demon Sect's skills are different from ordinary skills.

Become more powerful after being possessed!

Tu Cheng betrayed so many of his fellow disciples and had already violated the "sect rules". Now he was in and out of madness every day. All the affairs of the sect had long been paralyzed and had to be handled by one disciple.

"Xuan Yin Shan and Huang Quan thought I didn't know, hahaha I know! I know everything!!"

Tu Cheng turned his head again and looked at the blank space.

"Great Elder, do you think what I said is right?"

The place was empty.

The Great Elder had died long ago, cursed by Le Qingzhu's "Book of Life and Death". But at this moment, Tu Cheng seemed to have forgotten about it. He stood on the altar, and seemed to see a group of elders below worshipping him, and remembered the scene when he had just inherited the position of the leader of the Heart Demon Sect.

He raised his hands, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the cold wind blow on his cheeks.

The clothes are fluttering and the thoughts are flying far away.

I heard the cheers of the gatekeepers.

Mirror Moon Lake.

A lonely boat, a straw raincoat, and an old fisherman.

Boating on the lake.

This is how Chen Luo lived after he settled down here. The disputes in the outside world of immortal cultivation had nothing to do with this place. No one here knew his identity. In the eyes of the people around him, he was just a fisherman by the Jingyue Lake, who made a living by fishing and was an old bachelor.

On weekdays, no one would even look at him except familiar relatives and friends.

Being alone and quiet, Chen Luo took this opportunity to rethink his path of cultivation. He had been unable to break through the middle stage of the Nascent Soul before, but now he had broken through inexplicably.

After the middle stage of Nascent Soul, Chen Luo's cultivation level improved a lot. Now if Le Qingzhu comes again, he will definitely not be his opponent.

"Almost."

Chen Luo closed his eyes and his eyelids trembled slightly.

All the external brains in the body became active at a high frequency.

'A summary of fire control techniques in alchemy.'

'One hundred ways to make clouds and rain.'

'How to save materials when drawing symbols.'

After a year of accumulation, more than 500 brains responded at the same time. The high frequency of activity caused a lot of heat to rise from Chen Luo's body. The wooden hull turned black visibly. Although there was no open flame, the lifeline of the hull showed signs of being burned by fire. The surrounding lake water also began to boil, with a large number of bubbles and thick steam rising all around.

The vast amount of cultivation experience involved all the fields that Chen Luo knew. The knowledge of supernatural powers, Taoism, alchemy, qi refining, and talisman drawing were all piled up in one person, giving Chen Luo a sense of vicissitudes that he had never experienced before.

That is the trace of time.

It was as if in just a moment he had lived for five hundred years.

Chen Luo closed his eyes and comprehended the time from early morning to noon, then from noon to evening, and finally to midnight. Frost appeared on the lake surface, and until the dawn of the next day, when the sky turned pale, the temperature in Chen Luo's body slowly receded, and his highly active external brain fell silent one by one.

"Five Hundred Years"

Chen Luo opened his eyes, looking dazed.

You can only understand the feeling of love at first sight if you experience it yourself.

The fishhook trembled, Chen Luo grabbed the fishing rod and swung it gently, and a big fish was brought out of the water. The fish tail swung across the sky, bringing up a series of crystal clear water droplets.

"Even such hot water can't cook you. You look like a top-quality spirit fish."

Chen Luo, who had achieved a breakthrough in his cultivation, was in a good mood. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the spiritual fish in the air. The fat fish, which was still struggling, automatically flew into his bamboo basket. After catching the fish, Chen Luo controlled the fishing boat to return to the shore and went ashore with the bamboo basket.

"Old Chen, are you going fishing so early today?"

As soon as the boat docked, two young servants in blue were seen waiting on the shore. When they saw Chen Luo, they immediately came over. One of them's eyes lit up when he saw the big fish in Chen Luo's bamboo basket.

"What a plump and delicious mirror-moon fish! Our master wants this fish."

“Not for sale.”

Chen Luo replied with a smile, this fish was caught because it was attracted by his spiritual power, it was considered a 'fish with destiny', this kind of fish should naturally be eaten by oneself.

"Not selling? I have already agreed with the boss about this fish today."

"I'll give you two more ounces. Give me the fish quickly!"

The two servants finally found an opportunity to curry favor with their master, so how could they let it go? Seeing Chen Luo put away the fish basket and leave, one of them suddenly became anxious, took the silver and took two steps forward, trying to snatch the fish from Chen Luo's hand.

Bang Bang

With two dull thuds, two servants who wanted to grab the fish were knocked to the ground by a spiritual force and fell in a miserable state. The servant who tried to grab the fish even broke his front teeth in two. The two of them lay on the ground in a miserable state, crying out "ouch" continuously, as if they had been beaten up.

"There are so many evil people in the world! If you don't have the Tao to support you, how can you cultivate the Tao to purity?"

"The Dao and the law, the Dao and the law are originally one. The Dao is the guide of the law, and the law is the support of the Dao."

Chen Luo carried the fish basket and returned to his residence.

The house he lived in was a wooden house on the corner of the street. In this small country with a population of about 20,000, there was only one city in the whole country, and there was no distinction between the inner city and the outer city. The house where Chen Luo lived belonged to the dead old man Chen Sancao, who had just died when Chen Luo came here. Before, Chen Luo had been practicing hard in the mountains, and later he needed to find some popularity to refine his inner demons, so he moved to the city. In order to save trouble, Chen Luo borrowed the identity of Chen Sancao. With his means, it was really easy to imitate an old man fishing, and a simple inner demon magic could do it.

The more than one year of seclusion did not arouse anyone's suspicion.

"Uncle Chen! Uncle Chen, have you offended anyone from the Tang Mansion?" A voice came from outside the door, and then a man was seen pushing the door in, his face full of anxiety.

This person is Chen Sancao's only relative, Tian Fugui. (End of this chapter)