Chapter 288 Breakthrough to the Late Nascent Soul Stage

Although this world is in tatters, there are always people patching it up.

Chu Ning, at this moment, is playing the role of a tailor and scavenger.

He did not miss any of the broken weapons and magic tools as he put them all into his storage bag. He did not even let go of the scrap metal that did not seem to emit any energy.

His experience of reading so many novels in his previous life told him that many protagonists picked up what others considered scrap metal and then embarked on the road to counterattack.

There are countless examples like fire sticks, things that look tattered but contain the soul of an old man who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

Collecting these weapons slowed down his progress a lot.

Half a month later, Chu Ning finally picked up all the junk. Given his picking speed, it took him half a month to finish picking up all the junk. You can imagine how terrifying the number of weapons was.

"If these were all scrap metal, they could have made a millionaire just by selling the scrap metal in the past life."

"This area should be a combat zone."

The reason why Chu Ning thought so was that after passing this area, there were no more broken weapons.

The further you go in, the more souls come floating in, and the entire sky becomes gray.

The souls floating in the air are like raindrops.

There was no sound of wind, but Chu Ning heard a mournful whistling sound like the wind.

The soul speaks nothing.

But when countless souls gather together, they naturally converge into a certain sound.

This voice seemed to be telling the stories of what these creatures had experienced before, their tragic and heroic deeds, their unwillingness, their regrets...

Chu Ning had also felt such a scene in the tomb of that soul cultivator when he was in Soul Continent, but the soul that time could not compare to this time.

That time it was just a shock, but this time there were so many souls that even his state of mind was affected.

Chu Ning looked forward, and the next moment, he was stunned. In the soul rain, there stood a black mountain towering into the clouds.

Mountains are in bold.

But what makes up this mountain are not corpses, but wisps of souls.

Chu Ning now understood where these souls came from and why they had not disappeared after so many years.

A mountain made up of souls. This is not just tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of souls. This is a terrifying number that cannot be counted.

Chu Ning's Nascent Soul was trembling, not because of fear, but because it was shocked by the previous scene.

Jingguan? Seeing this mountain of souls, Chu Ning thought of this word.

In ancient wars, the victorious side would pile up the bones of the defeated side to form a hill and then cover it with soil in order to show off its military strength and military achievements.

Are these souls created by the victors?

Chu Ning looked at the Soul Mountain where souls continued to pour out, and for the first time he felt his scalp tingling. Even though he often threw the bodies of his enemies into the boiler and burned them when he was in Daning County, the number was limited after all.

Looking around, there was nothing but Soul Mountain and gray all around.

Chu Ning was silent for a long time, and finally crossed his legs and floated in the air. The hand seal of "Unmovable as a Mountain" condensed, and the mountain in his dantian jumped, and then appeared below him.

Back then, inside the corpse of that senior soul cultivator, he finally relied on the Art of Standing Still like a Mountain to resolve the obsessions of those souls.

He didn't know whether it would be useful to these souls, he just subconsciously wanted to do such a thing.

He wanted to set these souls free.

Chu Ning never considered himself a saint, but feeling the low humming and wailing sounds in the rain of souls and looking at the soul mountain that towered into the clouds, he instinctively wanted to do so.

The mountain was turning, and the souls floating in the sky seemed to have found their home, and they all rushed towards the mountain. These souls sank into the mountain, but this time they did not turn into soul beads.

The soul sank into the mountain, and the color of the mountain began to change slowly, from the original green to blood red, and finally to black.

Three years.

Chu Ning sat cross-legged without moving, and the mountain below was as black as pure ink. However, the Soul Mountain a hundred feet in front of Chu Ning did not seem to have dropped much in height.

Compared to Soul Mountain, the amount of souls that this mountain can absorb is still too little.

It's just a drop in the bucket.

Chu Ning opened his eyes. He could feel that the mountain was already saturated and could no longer absorb souls.

Just when Chu Ning was about to put the mountain away, the Nascent Soul in his Dantian suddenly moved. The Nascent Soul walked out of his Dantian, took a step forward and stood on the mountain.

Chu Ning looked at his Nascent Soul standing on the top of the mountain, gesturing with his hands in the air about a certain rune.

Soon, Chu Ning realized that what his Nascent Soul was pointing at was not a rune, but the word "Soul" engraved on the stone tablet he had obtained from his master's side.

Since obtaining the word "soul", Chu Ning has written from time to time over the years, but since entering the Nascent Soul realm, Chu Ning did not realize how much help it has been to his soul.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul was writing "soul" in the air. Every time it was finished, the mountain below would tremble, and a green beam of light would go from bottom to top and finally sink into his Nascent Soul's body.

A quarter of an hour.

Ten soul characters.

The mountain peaks regained their green color, dotted with emerald green.

Chu Ning was in telepathic communication with Yuanying and noticed that there was nothing wrong with Yuanying. In fact, its size had even grown slightly. He knew that Yuanying must have gained some benefit.

Chu Ning raised his right hand, and the seed of Nian Tangshan appeared on the ground. As Chu Ning formed seals with his hands, Nian Tangshan began to grow rapidly, and in just one day it had recovered to its height of ten thousand feet.

After Yuanying appeared on Nian Tang Mountain, he formed a hand seal of "Yinshan Jue". As the hand seal was formed, seedlings appeared on Nian Tang Mountain.

Chu Ning was a little surprised, but then he understood that these seedlings represented wisps of souls.

These souls were reborn in Nian Tangshan in an alternative way.

Chu Ning didn’t know whether these souls had their own consciousness, or whether turning into seedlings was the souls’ own choice.

But in his opinion, turning into a plant seedling is better than being trapped in Soul Mountain.

"So this is the true way to use the word soul?"

After confirming that his Nascent Soul could transform souls, Chu Ning closed his eyes again and concentrated on attracting souls into the mountain, while his Nascent Soul was responsible for transforming these souls.

This cycle repeated itself over and over again, and no one knew how many years had passed. All I knew was that the height of Soul Mountain went from above the clouds to level with the clouds, and then to below the clouds.

Soul Mountain has become lower, while Nian Tang Mountain has become green, as if the earth has revived and all things are coming back to life, full of vitality, forming a sharp contrast with Soul Mountain.

The transformation between death and life is quietly taking place in this desolate and empty land.

Another thing that has changed is Chu Ning's Nascent Soul. Chu Ning's Nascent Soul has slowly shed its immaturity and turned into a young man.

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But compared to Chu Ning's fair skin, Yuan Ying's is slightly darker. With the same eyebrows, Chu Ning gives people a relaxed feeling, while Yuan Ying gives people an impression of silence.

The bottleneck of the middle stage of Nascent Soul was broken unknowingly.

In the late Nascent Soul stage, everything will come naturally.

Nian Tangshan’s height broke through to 11,000 feet.

The height gain is not much.

But the width of Tangshan Mountain has increased several times.

The fire spirit in Nian Tangshan's body felt the changes in Nian Tangshan and muttered something in the rolling magma.

"The mountain has already taken shape. Chu Ning is now just one step away from condensing the mountain spirit."

Today, Nian Tangshan is no longer an isolated peak from afar, but like a sharp sword or a lone general.

Nian Tangshan has lost his edge now, but his presence cannot be ignored.

"I'm really curious about what kind of mountain soul Chu Ning has condensed. It's obvious that he's not going for the style of fighting for hegemony."

The shape of a mountain often represents the characteristics of the mountain soul.

If the mountain soul is aloof, then the mountain peak must be aloof.

Chu Ning naturally had no idea what Dihuo was thinking at the moment. He was now completely immersed in absorbing souls.

Until... the entire Soul Mountain was only a hundred meters high, with only an altar-like existence left, and on this altar, there was a wisp of red soul.

As this wisp of red soul floated into the mountain, the entire altar collapsed, and at the same time, a seedling appeared on Nian Tang Mountain.

The seedling appeared, and in just a few breaths it grew several feet tall, sprouted branches, and then fresh red plum blossoms bloomed on the branches.

At this moment, all the other seedlings on Nian Tangshan bowed towards the red plum.

The red plum blossoms bloom and sway in the wind, responding to the young seedlings.

Chu Ning opened his eyes and appeared in front of the red plum tree in a flash.

The fragrance of plum blossoms wafts into your nose, bringing with it a refreshing scent.

The branch bent, and a red plum blossom fell, landing on the palm of Chu Ning's outstretched hand.

Chu Ning looked down at the red plum blossom in his palm. He didn't know what the red plum blossom was for, but he knew it was a gift from the plum tree and it was grateful to him.

Thank him for taking me in.

Chu Ning said nothing in the end. He put the red plum into the storage bag, formed seals with his hands, and put away Nian Tangshan again.

Nian Tangshan put away his mind, and the Nascent Soul along with the mountain took the initiative to enter Chu Ning's Dantian.

"I don't know how much time has passed, let's leave this place first."

Chu Ning returned along the same path, and just as he stepped out of the stone gate, an eye appeared in the sky above the land.

Three figures walked out of those eyes, and if Chu Ning was there, he would find that one of them was an old acquaintance of his.

"Amitabha, where are the souls here?"

Zen Yi looked at the empty earth and was stunned.

The two old monks beside him looked at him at the same time, with confusion in their eyes.

Zen frowned, a cloth bag appeared in his hand, and he made a hand seal with both hands and shouted, "Get up!"

A strong wind blew across the land, making the cloth bag rustle. After a while, a figure came towards the bag.

Zen Yi stretched out his hand and a puppet appeared in his hand.

Seeing this puppet, Zenyi's expression became very interesting, and he couldn't help but mutter: "It turned out to be this damn guy."

The two old monks were even more confused, as it was the first time they heard the Son of God swear.

(End of this chapter)