Chapter 45 The summit is in sight!
A handsome young man with white hair spoke. Next to him was an empty platform paved with spirit stones, which was obviously specially cleared for Ye Zhao.
Ye Zhao immediately clasped his fists with a smile and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Daoist friend. However, I want to go to a higher place to take a look, so I won't stay any longer."
The young man didn't take it seriously, nodded and smiled, "Then I wish you good luck."
When the other Nascent Soul cultivators heard the noise, they also opened their eyes slightly to watch. Some of them glanced at him lightly, with a hint of contempt in their eyes.
Another person who doesn't know his place...
Ye Zhao continued to move forward without stopping.
With each level she climbed, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth became more surging, causing her dantian to swell and her purple palace to ache slightly.
She had to practice her skills to stabilize her realm and prevent her meridians from being damaged by excessive spiritual power.
The elixirs on the ground had long since evolved from the upper fourth grade to the fifth grade, or even the sixth grade. Many of the elixirs had golden patterns on their edges, and they were actually ancient elixirs that had been nourished by spiritual power for hundreds of years!
When ordinary cultivators see this kind of pill, they will most likely stop, pick up one and swallow it, and then use the surging spiritual power here to try to see if they can make a breakthrough.
Ye Zhao didn't stop yet.
These are not what she wants.
Although the Spirit Transformation Realm is powerful, she had worked hard in her previous life and, relying on the rubbish talents of those ungrateful people, she finally reached that realm.
In this life, she will naturally not limit her vision to the small Nascent Soul Realm and the Spirit Transformation Realm. She wants to climb higher mountains and pursue the true path of this world!
The higher she went, the fewer monks she saw, and the stronger they were.
Those in the late Nascent Soul stage were in groups of three or two, all of them closed their eyes tightly under the pressure of spiritual pressure, and regulated their breathing with sweat on their foreheads.
Further up, she saw a man with a reserved aura in the mist.
The man sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, as if he had merged with the heaven and earth. The faint fluctuations of energy emanating from his dantian were approaching the state of incarnation!
The peak of Nascent Soul!
Ye Zhao felt alert.
Such a person can be regarded as a pinnacle existence in the entire world of cultivation.
She carefully restrained her own aura, fearing that it would disturb the other party's practice.
The man opened his eyes and glanced at Ye Zhao with a sharp gaze, but then he retracted his gaze the moment it touched Ye Zhao.
"This road is not for you to take now. If you force your way in, your life will be in danger."
Ye Zhao concentrated and bowed to him: "Thank you for your advice, senior."
"Go back." The man closed his eyes.
Ye Zhao was silent for a moment and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.
Her clothes rustled in the spiritual pressure, and sweat streamed down her forehead, but she seemed unaware of it.
Along the way, the high-level monks who were sitting cross-legged and practicing opened their eyes one after another.
"She's still going up?"
"That female cultivator is only at the Jindan stage, how did she get here?"
"Why is she still walking? Doesn't she want to die?"
"He has a strong character, but unfortunately, he is too greedy..."
But Ye Zhao still didn't stop.
The voices of ridicule and doubt gradually fell silent.
The body of golden elixir bears the pressure of transformation into a spirit.
What kind of aspiration is this?!
There was a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage staring at Ye Zhao's back in a daze, as if he saw a meteor breaking through the air, cutting a bloody path through the dust and heading straight to the sky.
Someone couldn't help but murmur, "Which sect's descendant is this?"
"In the world of cultivation, such a person has appeared."
But Ye Zhao ignored everyone's gaze.
Finally, under the impact of another condensation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Ye Zhao gritted his teeth and broke through the last stage of the heaven.
The top of the mountain is in sight!
It was an ancient and majestic temple, with carved beams and painted buildings all imbued with Taoist spirits. The temple door was half-open, and rosy clouds of light filled the air. Spiritual energy poured out like a waterfall, and it seemed that even the void was bent a little by it.
Ye Zhao stepped in, and as soon as she stepped into the hall, she felt a breathtaking oppression coming towards her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
But when she raised her head, she was suddenly shocked.
Three people were sitting in the main hall.
The first one, with a face as cold as ice and a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows, and dressed in white, was none other than Luo Yinsheng, who was half a step away from becoming a god.
The second one is a handsome man in a green robe with a carefree and unrestrained look. His cultivation is also at the half-step stage of becoming a god. It is Song Shiyu.
The person sitting in the main seat in the hall was a young man with black hair like ink, wearing a black robe and with eyes as cold as the abyss.
He just sat there quietly, yet seemed to be one with the world. The power of his aura had already broken through the boundaries of ordinary cultivators.
He is in the Spirit Transformation Realm.
As for Ye Zhao, his heartbeat quickened just by stepping into this man's spiritual realm, and he almost subconsciously knelt down to him.
Transform into a god... and control Canglan.
She immediately guessed that this person was Yu Canglan, a powerful man who was famous in the cultivation world and was known as the number one among the younger generation.
It was just that before he entered the secret realm, he was only half a step away from becoming a god, but now he has broken through to the peak of becoming a god!
At this time, the three of them had already noticed Ye Zhao's arrival.
Yu Canglan slowly opened his eyes, "If you don't want to die, get out of here."
The spiritual energy in the hall stagnated for a moment, and the wind and snow on the mountaintop became still.
Song Shiyu leaned against a nearby stone pillar and sneered, "A Jindan cultivator dares to try to peek at the opportunities here? Do you think everyone can change their fate? Don't die here and you won't even know how you died."
His words were full of sarcasm and were extremely impolite.
Luo Yinsheng frowned and sighed, his tone softening as he spoke, "It's remarkable that you've made it this far, but this formation contains the lingering rhythm of the Great Dao, designed specifically for cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage. Your cultivation is still shallow, and forcing yourself to comprehend it would only damage your soul. At best, you'd faint and vomit blood, or at worst, you'd die on the spot."
This is a rare kind advice.
But Ye Zhao acted as if he heard nothing, walked past the three people and went straight into the depths of the hall.
Light gathered on the top of the temple.
Dozens of talismans appeared in the misty void.
These talismans were all glowing with silver light, and their mysterious arrangement resembled the flow of Taoist scriptures, or the condensation of stars, faintly forming a vast fragment of the mental method.
That kind of aura is ancient and mysterious, as if it contains endless wisdom.
Ye Zhao looked up at the talismans and felt her consciousness being drawn in, as if the great Dao of heaven and earth was whispering in her ears, causing a burning desire to rise from deep within her heart.
She was about to raise her hand to try to sense it when she heard Song Shiyu's angry voice from behind: "Stop!"
"That's the Heart Sutra, derived from ancient Taoist texts. The three of us have been contemplating it for decades, and yet we've only barely grasped less than one-tenth of it!"
"Each time this talisman formation is activated, with our cultivation level, we can only comprehend it for an hour. Any longer and our souls will be counterattacked. How dare you, a Jindan-level cultivator, comprehend it? I'm afraid you can't even last a cup of tea!"
Yu Canglan snorted coldly, "Foolish, you don't know how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is."
Luo Yinsheng also sighed and shook his head, his brows full of regret: "It would be a pity if such a talent were to be wasted here."
But Ye Zhao seemed not to hear their judgment.
She stood under the talismans, her clothes rustling, her spiritual sense quietly extended, slowly approaching the talismans.
"Thank you for the reminder, but I still want to try it."
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