Ye Changqing stepped into the quaint courtyard, feeling a little desolate.

In the center is a pitch-black meteorite, with pale white ancient array patterns floating around it, which looks particularly magical.

But... every array pattern is incomplete and looks extremely weak.

The Su family disciples who were guarding the ancestral formation in secret, when they found out that it was Prince Changqing, they let down their guard and instead came to guard outside the courtyard.

Rumor has it that this prince was accepted as a junior disciple by Grandmaster Baiyu, and his attainments in both alchemy and formations were extremely high.

Naturally, I dare not interfere.

And...for so many years, no one has been able to subdue the ancestral formation, and can only rely on the formation command to activate it.

If the prince succeeds, the safety factor of the ancestral land will be raised to a higher level.

“Buzz buzz buzz!”

Ye Changqing condensed a number of spiritual array patterns and poured them into the black meteorite.

A faint buzzing sound was heard, and the entire courtyard was filled with a bright white divine light.

“Clatter…”

The stars, reflecting the moonlight, evolved into a vast sea of ​​stars, covering Ye Changqing's young body.

It seemed as if a tiny spirit appeared before my eyes, but it looked extremely weak, with its head drooping, and it kept talking.

Ye Changqing listened quietly, and finally couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The meaning is very simple, that is, for thousands of years, the ancestral formation has suffered too much...

The Su family was once very glorious, but now it has gradually declined, and not even a top-grade formation master has appeared.

Even if the formation master hired was only at the Xuan level, even if a great expense was paid to hire a Di level master, he would not dare to repair it.

As a result, the core energy of the ancestral formation has been used less and less, and has almost dried up. Now it has fallen to the earth level. If no one takes action to repair it, the formation spirit will soon collapse.

"It's okay, I'll mend you later."

Ye Changqing touched the head of the formation spirit, and one after another nourishing Xuan-level formation patterns condensed and poured into it.

The spiritual energy in the body was completely drained, which lasted for a full two hours. The shadow of the spiritual body became more solid.

"Aa ...

The formation spirit circled around Ye Changqing, very surprised. It had not expected that the formation pattern condensed by this young child was so perfect and had such a great effect.

This talent is terrifying. If it can recognize its master, I will have a chance to repair it in the future.

Immediately, it made a sound, telling Ye Changqing to refine itself, and stretched out its illusory little hand to hold Ye Changqing's fingertips.

Ye Changqing was delighted. He didn't expect the progress to be so smooth.

“Tick-tock.”

Using spiritual energy to form a line, he forced a drop of blood from his white and tender fingertips and flowed it into the palm of the formation spirit.

The two are connected in heart, and there is a sense of closeness between them.

Ye Changqing tried to activate the ancestral formation, and a faint star pattern floated above the entire Su family courtyard.

From now on, he will be able to see clearly everything that happens in the Su family.

Mission accomplished!

Even if the old King of Zhenbei took action now, with some luck, he might be able to deal with him.

However, the most important thing now is to advance to the Earthly Realm and repair and upgrade the ancestral formation.

As long as he reaches the heavenly level, he can directly charge into the imperial city and kill that old man and Ye Hao together.

He put the formation spirit back into the meteorite, and then returned to the Qingfengyuan attic.

The young body sat cross-legged on the bed, ready to make a breakthrough in cultivation.

A pale white spiritual mist floated around him, and he was filled with abundant energy and blood, just like a ferocious beast cub.

After practicing for half the night, citing the innate spiritual secrets, cleansing the tendons and veins of the body, and tempering the blood, he has achieved a strength of 90,000 kilograms in one arm, and has taken half a step into the state of concentration.

He saw some cultivation manuals in the ancient books of the Su family. Although he did not know the realm of his predecessors, if he wanted to go further on the road of martial arts, he needed to take the true ultimate path.

Polish every realm.

"The average spiritual realm cultivator can only reach a physical strength of 60,000 to 70,000 kilograms at best."

"Now, even if I face a genius from the younger generation, even if he is in the early stage of Condensation, I can still suppress him."

"But... reaching the pinnacle of every realm is not what I seek. What I want is to break through the limits. Otherwise, wouldn't the Ten Thousand Dao Holy Body be tarnished?"

"Moreover, I can refine Danyun-level elixirs, so... my future cultivation will be smooth sailing!"

When he thought of this, Ye Changqing was excited.

Start to condense the spiritual energy, integrate it into the head, and focus the mind.

If one wants to break through the state of concentration, the first thing is to open up the sea of ​​consciousness, which contains the warrior's soul.

When facing the state of concentration, the psychic warriors cannot even withstand the mental pressure and are at the mercy of the masters.

This is why, although psychics are as common as dogs, those who can concentrate their spirits are considered powerful.

When the awareness is released and can reach a range of one meter, it is a successful breakthrough.

Those with exceptional talent can reach nine meters when they break through.

Of course, the prerequisite is to go through the baptism of thunder.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

As time went by, a crack in the sea of ​​consciousness opened up.

This requires time to accumulate.

After about a month, Ye Changqing was able to break free from the shackles and enter the state of concentration.

If the outside world knew about this, they would be scared to death.

Ordinary warriors would find it difficult to break through the bottleneck of the Concentration Realm even in their entire lives, let alone three to five years.

“Gugugugu…”

The rooster crowed.

Beige sunlight was pouring down outside.

I could already hear the shouts of the Su family disciples training in the training ground.

Ye Changqing slowly opened his eyes.

Two pretty maids pushed the door open and spoke softly.

"Master Changqing is awake? I will help you get dressed."

"Grandmaster Bai Yu was waiting outside early, and he didn't dare to disturb the young master's sleep."

A moment later, Ye Changqing walked out of the room.

At this time, Grandmaster Baiyu was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, looking a little nervous.

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