"finally!"
The young Taoist looked at the climbing vine that was no longer a seedling, and his eyes showed excitement and exhilaration, because he saw that the very top of the vine had disappeared into nothingness and was no longer manifesting in his blessed land.
And in the hidden place, wisps of subtle aura emanated from it. It was an aura that did not belong to this world, and was very different from his blessed land. It was because of this that the blessed land trembled, which was a conflict between the laws.
"We've got it!"
Feng Bingwen stepped forward. Looking at the innate spiritual root hidden in the void at the top, the surprise and excitement in his eyes quickly disappeared, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
"I cultivate myself in pursuit of immortality, and I cannot place myself in dangerous situations!"
After speaking, Feng Bingwen flicked his finger, and a drop of golden blood flew out from his fingertip. However, this drop of blood did not turn into nourishment as before and fall into this innate spiritual root. The spiritual root did not ask for this drop of blood, because it no longer needed it.
The drop of golden blood meandered upwards along the vine, like a climber, following the growth of the vine, rushing into a tiny, almost imperceptible crack, and finally entering the top of the climbing vine.
"Is that so!"
After the golden blood disappeared, Feng Bingwen was slightly taken aback, as if he had sensed something through that drop of blood. A look of emotion appeared on his face, and then an undisguised smile appeared on his face.
"Immortality is within reach!"
With a loud laugh, the young Taoist disappeared from the green peak and returned to his immortal palace where he was comprehending the Great Dao.
Meanwhile, in another realm within the chaotic sea on the other side, a drop of inconspicuous golden blood fell from the sky, eventually merging into the mountains and rivers, and finally, under the sun's rays, following the rising water vapor, it once again flowed into the clouds in the sky.
Rumble—
Dazzling lightning flashed in the sky, and a sudden downpour fell on the mountains, soaking all the unsuspecting creatures in the mountains.
In the midst of the heavy rain, a creature whose breath had already dissipated and which was on the verge of death suddenly opened its eyes as the rain bathed and washed them, and three feet of golden light burst forth from its eyes.
This was not a final burst of energy before death, because when the strange phenomena appeared on his body, invisible primordial energy from heaven and earth gathered around him, and the shocking wounds on his body, which had even taken his life, were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This is a last resort; we can only choose a vessel within this realm and cannot manifest on our own!"
The young man, who had come back from the dead, stood up again in the torrential rain. He looked up at the lightning flashing through the clouds, but then lowered his head again.
Since he has just arrived in this world, it is best to keep a low profile. Otherwise, the things he wants to accomplish will be nipped in the bud before he even begins to lay out his plans. After all, he does not belong to this world, and his realm is too high. If he is too arrogant, he will be targeted by the will of heaven and earth.
"However, I'm really lucky!"
The burly and robust young man with smooth muscle lines muttered to himself as his divine sense from another realm swept over his entire body, quickly gaining a thorough understanding of everything this body possessed.
"Cultivation in this realm is only at its very beginning!"
The heavy rain in the mountains came quickly and went quickly. Just moments ago, the sky seemed to be collapsing, but now the clouds were rolling and clearing, revealing a patch of clear sky. The bright sunlight shone down on the mountains and onto the young man, making the blurry and rough lines on his body gleam and reflect a faint luster.
"That's exactly what I wanted!"
Feng Bingwen sorted through the remaining memories in his mind, and then searched the surroundings. He quickly found a broken stone spear, which was the weapon the young man had used when he went into the mountains to hunt.
He died while hunting in the mountains, fighting a wild and exotic beast. However, the beast he hunted did not fare well either, lying dead not far away.
"How rough!"
Feng Bingwen walked to the side of the strange beast that the young man had already hunted down. Looking at the beast, which was covered in scales and was over ten feet tall, he used his strength to lift it up and then lifted it up again, carrying it on his back.
And so, with the memories of his past life that he had obtained, Feng Bingwen carried the spoils of his hunt in the mountains and walked heavily toward the tribe where he was born.
As he moved forward, white mist appeared between Feng Bingwen's breaths, as he adjusted and further optimized his cultivation method.
The vessel he chose showed signs of cultivation, but the method of cultivation was extremely crude, even barbaric.
Despite giving such an evaluation, Feng Bingwen was not disappointed; on the contrary, he was extremely excited.
It's better to be simple and crude. Otherwise, if it really develops for tens of thousands of years, whether it's the cultivation system or the techniques developed in the process, everything will reach a level of exquisite detail. There will be no room for him to make his mark. No matter how high he thinks of himself, he doesn't think he can compare to a world that has developed for tens of thousands of years.
"Li, it's Li!"
"Li is back!"
After trekking through the mountains for several hours, Feng Bingwen found a valley, and his appearance immediately aroused vigilance. However, as the tribesmen on guard saw the figure carrying the enormous beast on its back, they became excited and shouted loudly.
Before long, a group of people emerged from the valley, many of them teenagers, their eyes filled with admiration and respect as they looked at him.
Without much deduction, Feng Bingwen knew that the vessel he was currently occupying held a significant position within the tribe, and should be considered an extremely important fighting force.
When he led his prey into the valley and spoke with his fellow tribesmen dressed in animal skins using the language he had inherited, he was basically certain of his identity.
This is a primitive tribe in the endless mountains, whose members can only be maintained at around five hundred people. His identity in this tribe is that of one of the few warrior leaders, who has the right to go into the mountains to hunt alone.
As for the other adult clansmen, they could only go into the mountains in groups under the leadership of the other warrior leaders to hunt the wild beasts in the mountains. In other words, Feng Bingwen was also qualified to lead a team, but his predecessor just didn't like it.
"It's even worse than I expected!"
Feng Bingwen, who had just returned from the mountains, stayed in the tribe for a few days and basically figured out the situation of the tribe. The tribe did indeed have an extremely simple and crude method of cultivation.
However, it is far too crude, still in its most primitive initial stage, merely able to draw spiritual energy from the world into the body to temper the physique in the most brutal way.
The combat strength of "cultivators" trained by such a rudimentary method is predictable. However, rudimentary methods also have their advantages, namely, the threshold for cultivation is extremely low. Basically, any member of this tribe can cultivate once they reach a certain level, but how much they can achieve is hard to say.
"Is it that the cultivation methods of this tribe I encountered are primitive, or are all the intelligent races in this world still in the early stages of exploring cultivation?"
After understanding the basic situation, Feng Bingwen had to consider another possibility.
Even if this possibility exists, Feng Bingwen will still continue to do what needs to be done.
He began by using a simple and crude breathing technique as a foundation, optimizing it without increasing the difficulty of practice, and then deducing higher realms from it.
This was not difficult for Feng Bingwen, who already possessed the status of a terrestrial immortal. With his superior strategic vision, doing such a thing was a piece of cake.
Having achieved initial success, Feng Bingwen encountered another problem when he was preparing to further promote the method he had devised.
The cultivation methods that he didn't see as significantly increasing in difficulty were still too challenging for the people of the primitive tribe, who didn't even have their own written language.
(End of this chapter)
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