"Where is this place?"
An elderly man dressed in simple clothes looked somewhat bewildered. At sixty years old, he almost couldn't withstand the impact, but fortunately, the ground he landed on was somewhat soft.
Why is the ground soft?
Just as I was wondering about this, a strong fragrance of peach blossoms wafted over.
Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze became deep. Something was wrong. What was going on? He had just come out of his son Zhu Biao's palace, how did he end up here all of a sudden?
He was a little dazed and his face was pale, because Crown Prince Zhu Biao had been ill for several months, and a group of imperial physicians were kneeling in a row.
When Zhu Yuanzhang learned that Zhu Biao was on his last breath and didn't have much time left, he was greatly shocked.
Although he was strict with the crown prince, he put a lot of effort into nurturing the child, hoping he would become a successful person.
I hope that after his death, I can smoothly take over his position and continue the glory of the Ming Dynasty.
All these years of nurturing are about to go to waste, a case of the elderly burying their children.
The usually strong Zhu Yuanzhang looked much older, with red and swollen eyes. None of his followers dared to say a word, because they had never seen Zhu Yuanzhang like this before.
At this moment, he was no longer an emperor, but an old father.
"Don't follow me, I want to walk around by myself."
Zhu Yuanzhang left with a single sentence: no one was allowed to follow him.
In a corridor where no one noticed.
His tears flowed down like rain.
He was quite old, and when he started to cry, his body trembled, his back was bent, and he gradually had difficulty breathing.
Unable to support his trembling body, the sixty-year-old man reached out to hold onto the wall.
Tears streamed down her face.
"My son."
Zhu Yuanzhang was in tears, pounding his chest repeatedly, and even breathing was difficult when he cried.
As he cried, the wall he was leaning against began to blur, and a mysterious force pulled him away. The next moment, he crashed onto the soft peach blossom petals.
After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang got up, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, regained his imperial composure, and looked around the place suspiciously.
The place is filled with fallen petals, like a paradise. There is a withered tree in front, and a black dog with its tongue sticking out on the wooden bridge.
There are also floating pavilions in the sky.
Um?
What's the deal with this suspended pavilion?
"Who built this castle in the air? Does the Ming Dynasty have such skilled craftsmen?"
He was about to go up to the pavilion to find out what was going on.
A deafening boom of thunder suddenly erupted in the sky.
Zhu Yuanzhang felt his head buzzing and wanted to hide behind a peach tree.
No, I can't hide behind the tree.
He started his career as a farmer and was quite experienced with natural phenomena like thunder, as tall trees usually attract lightning.
So he quickly ran to an open space to avoid the lightning.
look up.
The sky was cloudless, but it was like a sea of thunder, constantly bombarding the area with lightning and thunder, creating a magnificent spectacle.
In his sixty years of life, Zhu Yuanzhang had never seen thunder of this magnitude. Was this divine punishment?
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the sky with trepidation, hoping that the lightning tribulation would dissipate quickly.
Suddenly, Zhu Yuanzhang's pupils contracted; he saw a young man in white amidst the lightning.
Zhu Yuanzhang was astonished.
I suspect that I'm hallucinating because I'm so heartbroken, which is why I'm seeing such bizarre things.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked up and saw that the sky was still filled with lightning and thunder, but there was indeed a young man in white sitting cross-legged above.
The boy was bathed in lightning, and his white feather robe exuded an astonishing aura of immortality.
Zhu Yuanzhang still didn't believe it and rubbed his eyes again.
I looked up again.
At that moment, he was certain that he hadn't misjudged; the person floating in the air was indeed a boy.
The boy was bathed in lightning, with a visible force wrapped around his body. The sky was filled with a magnificent roar, and the thunder was deafening.
"Is this an immortal?"
Zhu Yuanzhang squinted. He couldn't be sure yet. He had traveled all over the country as a child and had seen many swindlers. What he saw with his own eyes was not necessarily true.
We need to test the waters.
One can deduce and argue from the details to arrive at a conclusion.
If he were truly an immortal, he would agree to any condition as long as it could save the prince's life.
Boom!
The thunderstorms in the sky are becoming increasingly terrifying.
After about two incense sticks' worth of time, the lightning in the sky dissipated, and calm returned.
"I've finally reached level 36 in Qi Refining!"
A bright smile appeared on Li Ming's lips. If nothing unexpected happened, the 36th level should be the limit, and the next breakthrough would allow him to enter the next cultivation realm.
Although the "Qi Refining Technique" was a bit off, he was very satisfied, laying the foundation for immortal cultivation on the 36th floor.
Tell me, who else but me, Li Ming?
When the time comes, he will beat saints with his hands and kick emperors with his feet; he will be invincible.
Gently mobilizing his spiritual power, he discovered that his spiritual power was becoming more and more powerful, carrying terrifying lightning power.
He suddenly had a feeling that he could now fight monsters at the Nascent Soul level, and even those at the Tribulation Transcending stage.
"By the way, someone fell in during my breakthrough just now. I wonder who it was?" Li Ming was somewhat expectant, hoping that the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra would come in handy.
He glanced down at the dragon-patterned wooden plaque at his waist; it displayed the number "24".
It seems this person can only stay for 24 hours.
Li Ming descended from the sky like lightning, landing directly on the ground, causing peach blossoms to flutter in the air.
It's an old man!
Li Ming looked at the old man dressed in simple everyday clothes.
The old man was about sixty years old, thin and frail, and his clothes were patched all over and faded from washing.
His hair was completely white, his eyes were red and swollen as if he had been crying, his face was pale, his complexion was particularly poor, his forehead was dark, his face was sallow, and he was very weak.
It feels like I've been malnourished for years.
Based on the old man's clothes and appearance, Li Ming deduced that he was a refugee from the famine.
Zhu Yuanzhang staggered forward and asked, "Excuse me, what place is this?"
Li Mingdao said, "You fell into the Yunmeng Sect by accident. You can leave tomorrow and return to where you belong."
"We just saw you fly up and sit amidst the lightning. What kind of skill is that?" Zhu Yuanzhang began his test, trying to see if he was an immortal.
"Cultivating immortality".
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback, still somewhat disbelieving, and asked again, "I don't see anyone else here. Are you the only one here?"
"Yes, and there's a dog too."
Li Ming finally met a talkative old man. This old man was easier to communicate with than Xiaolongnu, and he even took the initiative to chat with him to relieve his boredom. It was really great.
He hadn't seen a living person for ten years since Xiaolongnu, so the old man's arrival was just in time.
"Let me take you to get something to eat first." Li Ming led Zhu Yuanzhang toward the pavilion.
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