Chapter 63: Advancing to Nascent Soul stage.
Chapter 63
In the deepest part of the mountains, there is an unknown mountain with a rugged top and weeds growing in the cracks.
At this moment, the morning light has just appeared, and the warm golden sunlight is like fine silk threads, gently passing through the thin clouds and falling down.
On the top of the mountain, the breeze blows gently, carrying the unique freshness and tranquility of the mountains and forests, stirring the lush weeds around.
Right among the weeds on the top of the mountain, there is a small grass emitting a soft and mysterious glow. Its leaves are crystal clear, and there seem to be starlight flowing between the veins. You can tell at a glance that it is not comparable to ordinary weeds. At this moment, it is stretching its body leisurely, as if enjoying the warm sunshine to its heart's content.
Bu Xingjin closed his eyes and meditated, silently sensing the fluctuations in his cultivation in this place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged. He counted silently in his mind, and as time slowly passed, the invisible ruler representing his cultivation progress filled up again.
It's time to upgrade!
Looking back in time, more than half a month has passed since the day when the Amaterasu Sect's mountain protection formation was restarted.
Bu Xingjin vividly remembered the day the mountain-protecting formation reactivated with a bang, dooming the Yinfeng Alliance. The Yinfeng Alliance leader, slain by the combined might of the sect's powerful warriors, was reduced to a mere remnant, fleeing in panic like a wisp of smoke. The remaining elders and disciples suffered countless casualties, nearly annihilating the entire army. The stench of blood permeated the battlefield, lingering for a long time.
However, Qing Yan was unable to witness the end of this satisfying victory.
Just as the light of the mountain protection formation stabilized, Qing Yan's shadow vanished like a candle in the wind. Before vanishing, he barely managed to leave behind a single sentence: "I'm in Shangli..." The voice seemed to come from a distant source, ethereal and vague, devoid of any personal emotion. Before he could finish his words, he vanished.
Bu Xingjin took a while to react, and then realized that the leaf containing mysterious power that could communicate with Zhi that Qing Yan left behind when he left was gone, and he could no longer contact Qing Yan at any time.
When Bu Xingjin realized this, he felt a little panicked. He couldn't help but ponder over and over again what Qing Yan said before he disappeared. After thinking about it, he came to the conclusion that Qing Yan must be guiding him to find him.
But what kind of magical place is this "Shangli"?
It took two full days for Bu Xingjin to pack his luggage and resolutely embark on his journey.
After this battle, the Amaterasu Sect would face many complicated and tedious matters, and as an outer disciple, he couldn't intervene too much. All he could do was rely on his own plant spirit energy to carefully heal the wounded plant spirits that were finally rescued from Floating Flower Peak.
Then, he found a valley that was full of spiritual power, hidden and quiet, and had not yet been destroyed by the Yinfeng Alliance, and prepared to face the heavenly calamity that could no longer be suppressed.
The valley was surrounded by steep rock walls, covered in traces of time and strange runes, like a natural protective barrier. Fresh flowers and plants filled the valley, and fallen petals fell in a riot of color. A crystal-clear stream meandered through, gurgling and gurgling, its splashing water shimmering in a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.
Under Zhao Siwen's shocked and puzzled gaze, Bu Xingjin successfully began the challenge of advancing to the Nascent Soul stage - overcoming the tribulation.
The reason why Zhao Siwen was so shocked was very simple.
When he met Bu Xingjin, the other party had just embarked on the path of cultivation. Not long after that, he had actually surpassed him in realm.
Bu Xingjin's realm improvement speed is astonishingly fast. He can attribute this to Bu Xingjin's extremely high talent, like a favorite of God.
However, witnessing Bu Xingjin's tribulation this time was completely beyond his comprehension.
In his understanding, talented people are favored by Heaven. Even so, cultivators still face many difficulties every time they try to overcome tribulation. Although not all those who try to overcome tribulation will fail, there are very few who can successfully withstand the tribulation.
As for other plants and animals, the difficulty of advancing is simply unimaginable. Every natural tribulation is a cruel test for them where they are in danger of death.
But today, this perception was shattered.
Comparing it with the plant spirits that he had seen undergoing tribulation before, they were obviously the same plants, and the same critical and dangerous process of breaking the elixir and becoming an infant was also going through. Even when the heavenly tribulation came, the rolling clouds of tribulation and the enormous pressure contained in them seemed to be of similar intensity on the surface.
But who could have imagined that when the thunder actually fell and struck Bu Xingjin's body, the situation would be completely reversed.
When the thunderbolt surged out from the calamity cloud, it was so powerful that it had 200% strength enough to destroy everything. However, the moment it touched Bu Xingjin's body, it seemed to have hit an invisible soft shield, and its power was instantly reduced by 99%. Only the 1% strength of the thunderbolt was left, which was painless and like a breeze, and it gently struck him like a tickle, without causing any substantial damage.
Zhao Siwen opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief. He was so shocked that he couldn't calm down for a long time.
Bu Xingjin himself found this fierce tribulation strange and too easy. He didn't even feel much pain, and was so surprised by its unusual smoothness that he didn't even try to resist, and just passed through the tribulation so easily and lightly.
When the tribulation completely dissipated, Bu Xingjin, who had successfully advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, experienced almost no damage due to the smooth passage of the tribulation. He simply adjusted his breathing, and the spiritual energy in his body was replenished again, like a spiritual spring that would never dry up.
Everything was over. Bu Xingjin turned to face Zhao Siwen, bowed, and said goodbye. At this time, the leader of Fuhua Peak must be busy with important matters within the sect. He didn't want to disturb him, so he asked Zhao Siwen to help convey his message.
After saying goodbye to everyone he met in Amaterasu Sect, he turned around, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind, and strode out of the valley. His back gradually disappeared into the depths of the mountains and forests. Only the mountain breeze was still gently blowing the flowers and plants, as if telling this legend.
After leaving Amaterasu Sect, Bu Xingjin headed north on the road to Shangli City.
Shangli City is not close to Amaterasu Sect. With his current cultivation level, even if he travels at all costs, it will take five to seven days to arrive there, and it will only hurt its foundation, so Bu Xingjin did not consider it.
He chose to let nature take its course, occasionally practicing and resting in the sun during the day, and traveling at night. Sometimes traveling during the day and resting at night.
It can't be said that he traveled day and night, but in ten days or so he had covered almost one-third of the distance.
The cultivation level is also full.
40→41.
After seeing the reward options given by the system, Bu Xingjin realized why the intensity of his previous tribulation was not right.
There is a reward option on the panel that clearly states that the success rate of tribulation surviving is +30%.
Bu Xingjin chose this without hesitation. Although he didn't know when the next heavenly tribulation would come, it was better to be prepared.
The morning mist, like a soft veil, drifted slowly across the mountains, not yet completely dissipating. In the warm sunshine, the grass, having finished its growth, took shape.
It was like this all the way. When I got tired of meditating, I turned into grass and took root in the soil to rest.
Bu Xingjin, dressed in clothes as white as snow, sat quietly on the bluestone that had been weathered by time at the edge of the cliff, closing his eyes, holding his breath, and meditating.
He had a dream.
That dream, which was like a dream yet extremely clear, lingered in his mind like a ghost and could not be shaken off.
In the dream, the nine-tiered cloud staircase resembled a sacred path to the heavens, winding upwards and piercing the clouds. At the end, Qing Yan appeared like a deity descending to earth, clad in a robe with a dark background and golden patterns. The patterns embroidered with gold thread shimmered mysteriously in the dim light, and an aura of nobility washed over him. A crown with twelve tassels sat securely on his head, its dangling strings of pearls like a fine curtain, obscuring his features and adding a depth and mystery. Chain-like light patterns swirled around him, seeming to both imprison and protect something as the light flowed.
"You're here." Qing Yan's voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, whispering softly beside his ear, shattering the silence of the dream. With this low shout, the ancient, heavy bronze lamps on either side of the white jade steps went out, and darkness instantly surged in like a tide. Only where Qing Yan stood did the light remain.
Bu Xingjin thought Qing Yan was talking to him and tried to get closer but found himself unable to move. Then three dark shadows appeared and he realized that the words were not directed at him.
He was just a spectator. He watched the conversation going on peacefully when three black shadows suddenly attacked Qing Yan together. He was extremely anxious and wanted to take a step forward, but he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and unable to move. He could only watch Qing Yan, who was unable to move for some reason, passively endure the attack.
Then, before he could continue reading, there was a sudden, deafening roar of thunder in his ears, and then the dream collapsed, and he woke up.
Bu Xingjin slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows. He didn't know why he had this strange dream. Not only did he dream of a high and mighty Qing Yan, but he also dreamed that he was attacked by a group of people.
Looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, Bu Xingjin, who couldn't figure it out, decided not to dwell on it anymore and just thought of it as a strange dream.
Now it was time for him to set off.
Continuing north, the further he got from Amaterasu, the more he noticed the thinner the spiritual energy around him became, as if the very world itself had become stingy. In stark contrast, the mountains grew increasingly precipitous and rugged, as if nature had meticulously carved out these breathtaking wonders.
After traveling for two hours, he arrived at a place between two cliffs that seemed to be cut by a sharp blade of a god. There was a deep abyss under his feet. Milky white mist was like the breath of a giant dragon, rising continuously from the bottom of the abyss.
After regulating his breathing, he was about to set out again when suddenly, a sharp and rapid sound of metal clashing against stone broke the tranquility of the mountain, coming from far away on the opposite side of the cliff.
Bu Xingjin's eyes flashed, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. He harnessed his wind-controlling skills, his figure swift as a swallow, darting forward. Amidst the jagged rocks, he spotted a young man covered in blood. His face was as pale as paper, but he gritted his teeth, his half-broken sword firmly pressed against the fangs of a three-eyed wolf demon. The wolf demon was enormous, emanating a strong aura of blood and violence, its blood-red eyes gleaming with ferocity and greed.
Seeing this, Bu Xingjin did not hesitate. He put his right fingers together and waved them. Several green leaf darts shot out like lightning, accurately piercing the wolf demon's eyebrows. The wolf demon fell to the ground with a bang, and was no longer breathing.
"Thank you..." The young man spat out a mouthful of black blood, his body swaying, "My name is Gu Jiuge..." Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fainted.
Bu Xingjin hurried forward, turned his spiritual power into a thin thread, and carefully probed into the young man's body. After some investigation, he found that there was an extremely strange black gas lingering in the young man's heart meridian. The black gas was like a dormant poisonous snake, constantly eroding the young man's vitality.
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