"No destruction, no construction; destruction precedes construction. Shatter the elixir to form the infant, seize the creation of heaven and earth, and forge an indestructible true body! Condense!"
Xiang Wan shouted loudly, merging the shattered inner core into the golden vortex. Together with the white mist he had seized, it entered through the wide opening and exited through the narrow opening.
Each time it entered and exited, the shattered inner core shrank a little, while also merging further with the mist.
There's no doubt that the mist contains spiritual energy. However, after merging, another substance seemed to appear, which didn't seem to harm the body, so Xiang Wan ignored it.
Almost all the blood in his body was squeezed to the surface by this fusion, and then pulled back slightly by his own airflow.
"This can't go on. Without blood, bodily functions will completely stop. What's the difference between us and dead people?" Xiang Wan thought, pulling at a stream of spiritual energy that had merged with the white mist, forcibly separating it to repair her meridians.
Without any cultivation techniques, Xiang Wan's actions were extremely risky, and she could easily lose her life if she was not careful.
But she never gave up; as long as there was even the slightest possibility, she would try her best. Compared to death, the endless waiting in a blood-soaked world was the cruelest thing.
If the Crimson World had not been destroyed, Xiang Wan had no doubt that she and the Red Ball would have died in silent waiting.
The world has collapsed, how could she possibly survive alone?
Only after experiencing that situation will you understand that even a slim chance is better than no hope at all.
Moreover, she was also gambling, gambling that Ziyi would let her die inside Suixu Mountain.
That inexplicable substance, along with spiritual energy, slowly traveled through the meridians. Each time it passed through a spot, vital energy entered, and at the same time, the bleeding from the meridians ceased.
Xiang Wan didn't know if this was good or bad, but she couldn't just stop there.
The spiritual energy in his dantian was already saturated, showing faint signs of breaking through the barrier.
Xiang Wan multitasked, diverting a portion of her spiritual energy to channel it behind her.
Influenced by Xiang Wan, the little Yunmeng Beast had been trying its best to resist Xiang Wan absorbing its spiritual power. Now that the situation has reversed, it mustered all its strength to devour it.
The man and the beast continued their rampage amidst the white mist. The surrounding fog thinned, and they could vaguely see figures struggling in the distance, but they were no match for the pulling force.
"Lord He, there's been some unusual activity in the forbidden area. Should we go and investigate?"
A young man with a slightly immature face suddenly appeared in He Bailan's main hall, his brows furrowed.
"No need. Today, the Immortal Venerable has returned, bringing with him a disciple." He Bailan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the mountains outside the window, his eyes flickering.
"You mean, this strange movement is related to that disciple?" The young man flicked his sleeve and sat down on the couch next to him. "It's been so many years since I've seen the Immortal Venerable leave the peak. I'm very uneasy about it."
He Bailan turned around, exuding an aura of authority, but this did not make the young man restrain himself. Instead, he pointed at the armrest next to him with his fingertip and raised an eyebrow, saying, "My intuition has never been wrong."
"Could it be that the disciple they brought is actually a wolf?"
The young man paused, and a carrot-shaped hidden weapon flew out from his sleeve, heading straight for He Bailan's face. "With such a serious face, telling such lame jokes, aren't you afraid your apprentice will laugh at you!"
"Huan Qi was seriously injured, and Qinghua Fairy did everything she could to cover it up. There's something fishy about this."
It turned out that He Bailan was the middle-aged man in blue who had taken out the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle that day, and Huan Qi was his disciple.
He caught the carrot dart that flew close to him with one hand, turned around and threw it back, frowning as he said, "With your magic power, you still can't find out what's going on. I'm afraid there's more to it than meets the eye."
"So what if it's not simple? The entrance has completely disappeared, and there's no chance to trace it back to its source anymore." The young man put away his hidden weapon and, seeing that He Bailan was still struggling with this matter, simply said, "Let's treat it first. If there's really no other way, we can ask the Immortal Venerable for help. Or, we can go to the ruins of the divine site to look for clues; maybe there will be another opportunity."
"Tu Wu, aren't you afraid of that crow anymore?"
The young man stood up and said irritably, "Can you please stop mentioning that stinky crow every time? I, the lake lord, came here out of kindness to visit you, and you treat me like this? I'm leaving, and don't come looking for me anytime soon, it's annoying!"
The young man leaped and disappeared into the air.
He Bailan did some quick calculations with her fingers, and her brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep frown.
What people fear most is not anticipating potential future accidents, but rather feeling something is wrong yet being unable to trace its source or predict its future.
Like a fish swimming in water, it knows that there is danger around it and that there are large predators, but it doesn't know where the danger is.
Having cultivated to his level, he could vaguely sense destiny, but He Bailan was now somewhat lost.
“I’ve been feeling uneasy lately. Could it be that there will be some unforeseen changes after shedding my mortal body and becoming an immortal?” He Bailan tried to figure it out with his fingers again, but he still couldn’t come up with a clue. “Forget it. Cultivating immortality is against the heavens. Just let nature take its course. Why force it? My disciple, I will postpone my tribulation. I hope you will not fail my trust.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot and reappeared outside the forbidden area.
Behind him was the mountain gate, and beside him was a spirit altar.
The Bagua formation on the altar has been activated, indicating that someone is inside.
He cupped his hands and addressed the void, saying, "Immortal Venerable, this disciple needs to retrieve something from the forbidden area to heal my disciple's injuries. Please, Immortal Venerable, open the restrictions on the forbidden area!"
The woman in purple frowned, and a flash of divine light revealed a spot on the cloud map surrounded by golden threads.
"A quarter of an hour."
"Thank you, Immortal Venerable!"
He Bailan vanished from the spiritual platform in a flash, appearing in an extremely cold place shrouded in celestial mist.
This place is covered in ice and snow all year round, and the temperature is so low that even he, a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, dares not stay here for long.
Beneath their feet lay a patch of icicles, and not far away, in a flowerbed shrouded in cold air, grew vibrant red spiritual herbs.
"The Frost Spirit Grass blooms once every thousand years and bears fruit once every thousand years. Its petals are extremely beautiful and contain abundant spiritual energy, yet they are also highly poisonous. Accidental ingestion can destroy a cultivator's cultivation, damage their spiritual roots, and render them a cripple. The fruit is crystal clear, containing not a trace of spiritual energy, yet it has the power to bring the dead back to life. Such an extreme herb can only grow in this exquisitely crafted Immortal Spirit Pool. My ancestors at Suixu Mountain had the foresight to choose this place, devoid of any spiritual energy, to build their mountain gate, thus concealing it from others' covetousness. However, with an Immortal Venerable presiding over it, even if others knew, they would not dare to trespass. Who could have imagined that such an incredible Frost Spirit Grass would exist in such an extremely barren and frigid place?"
Thinking this, He Bailan continued walking forward without stopping, wrapping her hands with spiritual power and gently plucking a Cold Spirit Grass and holding it in her hand.
Before he could examine it closely, the chill from the Immortal Spirit Pool suddenly intensified and abruptly shifted in one direction.
"Could something have happened in the forbidden area? Now that we've encountered it, we must investigate!"
He Bailan put the Frost Spirit Grass into the box in her storage bag, then rode the wind, flying forward along the chill of the Immortal Spirit Pool.
At this moment, the shattered pills in Xiang Wan's dantian had completely merged with the white mist, turning into dense, droplet-shaped mist that was compressed and spinning rapidly in the center of her dantian.
"Not enough spiritual energy, not enough white mist, we need more, absorb it!"
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