The reason why the Seven Color Sect was able to get a share of the pie in the remote southern region was because of the ancestor who had attained the state of being a god within the sect.

Because Sun Yuntai is a fellow cultivator, they naturally know how strong Sun Yuntai is. Looking at the entire world of immortal cultivators, there are probably not many cultivators of the same level who can easily kill Sun Yuntai.

That's why the old man suspected that it was the work of the Divine Lord. The main reason was that the power of rules that all cultivators dreamed of appeared in the desolate area of ​​the Tiannan Immortal Realm.

After a few years, the colorful giant mountain in the depths of the wilderness stretched across the top of the sky and went straight into the triple Yuantian area.

Although it is an illusory mountain range, in the central area of ​​the mountain range, lines of regular power occasionally appear, which has been proven by monks.

Over the years, several monks have also obtained the thread of rules from it.

The so-called thread of rules can be seen as a mysterious energy of rules, floating like a wild goose and as thin as a hair.

For Nascent Soul cultivators, obtaining the thread of rules can help them comprehend the power of rules in advance.

Of course, if this is the case, it will not be very attractive to the gods. After all, after the cultivators have passed the gods’ tribulation, they will also transform what they have cultivated into the power of rules under the baptism of heaven and earth.

But the power of rules is like magic, and it also has different levels of depth.

The power of rules that a Divine Transformation cultivator has initially comprehended is just the beginning of his journey on the path of rules and can only be considered as the basics.

The practice of the power of rules can be divided into nine turns, and each turn of the power of rules is equivalent to a transformation.

There are many cultivators who have reached the state of spiritual enlightenment in the world of immortal cultivation today, but it is estimated that only half of them can cultivate the power of rules to the first level.

It is estimated that there are only about three or four people who have cultivated the power of rules to the second level in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Comprehending the rules is different from improving the realm. The realm can be accumulated with elixirs, but the rules purely require brains.

This is also the reason why the importance of spiritual roots decreases after a cultivator is promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, and comprehension begins to become important instead.

The spiritual roots can almost be piled up with resources.

If your brain is not good, you can't just pour it in.

Even the Seven Color Sect's God Transformation Ancestor had not yet comprehended the power of rules to the first level.

What the God of Transformation cultivates is the power of rules. The depth of one's understanding of the rules determines the strength of one's own combat power.

If one has a good brain, even if he is in the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation, as long as he has mastered the power of the first level of rules, he may be able to match the power of the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation who has not mastered the first level of rules.

Of course, the specific combat power still depends on the specific situation. After all, the power of different rules of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, space, blood, poison, wind and thunder is also different.

Not long after the colorful miasma mountains appeared in the wilderness, a few scattered strands of rules appeared in the outer area, which made the first batch of Nascent Soul cultivators who arrived feel like they were injected with chicken blood.

There are also rumors that in the depths of the Seven-Colored Miasma Mountains, there are higher quality threads of rules appearing.

"Elder Sun went out alone without telling us. I didn't expect that he would die outside."

At this moment, the fat monk with a big belly raised his eyelids and looked sighing.

"Elder Que, what does the sect's message say?"

The young monk with the jade crown heard this and said, “The sect’s mission is for us to find out whether there is any thread of rules for the first level.

According to previous experience, the colorful miasma mountain range here will vibrate once every year, and at that time, threads of rules will appear in the cracked miasma.

It's only a month away from the next miasma shock. You two should understand why Elder Sun ran out on his own even without me saying anything."

The old man and the fat-bellied monk chuckled.

The desolate area attracted cultivators from all sides, including a small sect in the nearby immortal cultivation world and cultivators from other races.

Sun Yuntai's realm is at the great perfection of the Nascent Soul, and he is invincible with the Five Elements Sea-Walking Formation. If he doesn't wait for the next appearance of the Thread of Rules, it is obvious that he is going out to do a side job.

Who can you blame if you get yourself killed while doing a side job?

You deserve it.

Of course, no matter what you think in your heart, you can't say it in public.

The death of the five elders of the Seven Colors Sect, if they did not make any statement, Cang Qing, Xuan You, and even other cultivators from all sides who have some strength would definitely look down on the Seven Colors Sect.

"He relied on his own strength and didn't even reveal his whereabouts. If it weren't for the sect's message, I wouldn't have known he had died."

The old monk sneered. Sun Yuntai relied on his invincibility and did not even say hello to them when he left.

Now that it has fallen, they don't know its exact location and have to go through a lot of trouble to look for it.

"Since the sect has said so, we have to do it even if we can't find it. Otherwise, people will think that our Seven Color Sect is easy to bully."

After the three of them chatted for a while, they each went their separate ways.

It is not difficult to find the place where Sun Yuntai fell. Nowadays, Nascent Soul cultivators from all sides of the Wilderness have gathered here. When Nascent Soul cultivators reach the Great Perfection, the fighting can easily cause noises in a radius of hundreds or thousands of miles, so it is easy to find the place.

Besides, everyone has friends.

The old cultivator was also in the Nascent Soul stage of great perfection, but he was not ranked among the top ten Nascent Soul elders of the Seven Colors Sect. He was an elder with a solid foundation but no name.

The Seven Colors Sect has developed rapidly in recent years. The number of Nascent Soul cultivators has reached sixteen, and the sect also hopes to use this opportunity to promote a second Divine Transformation cultivator.

However, it is easy to achieve the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul with the help of Blood Spirit Pill, but it is still difficult for them to advance to the God Transformation stage.

The spiritual treasure they brought with them was called the Three Spirits Palace. It was a spiritual treasure in a cave heaven, and its internal area was as large as 3,600 miles in radius.

This magical treasure from the cave was snatched away by the Huashen Sect when it destroyed the Sanling Sect.

In the wilderness, the Seven Color Sect has dogs under its command.

However, the monk with a fat belly left the Three Spirits Hall and appeared at the place where Sun Yuntai fell a day later.

The cultivator was holding a black and blood-colored alchemy furnace in his hands, with energy swirling around it, slowly rotating in front of him.

He is a blood pill master trained by the Seven Color Sect.

At this moment, the monk with a fat belly no longer looked lazy at all. His eyes were shining with brilliance as he explored the surrounding environment.

Unfortunately, this place has been visited many times by other people. The noise of the battles between the Nascent Soul and Great Perfection cultivators would cause the void to distort and break at any time, which was bound to attract the attention of the cultivators.

The fat-bellied monk rubbed his fingers, and a small blood clot formed on his fingertips. Finally, a blood bird hatched out and began to wander around the surrounding area.

Unfortunately, in the end, the blood bird was like a headless fly, staying in one place and wandering around.

Seeing this, Fat Belly frowned, then looked shocked, and quickly turned into a stream of light and fled away.

"Could it be that the Spiritual Master Hua Shen really took action?"

Such a thought popped into his mind, which frightened him greatly.

Sun Yuntai has a fifth-order formation in his hand, which gives him reason to make the Divine Master take action.

The reason why he was able to find the place where Sun Yuntai died was mainly because Sun Yuntai had taken the Blood Spirit Pill he had refined.

He added a special material to his Blood Spirit Pill, which could leave a trace of energy on the person who took it.

This energy can resonate with his alchemy furnace.

Not only Sun Yuntai, but also the cultivators from the Seven Color Sect and its subordinate sects, as well as some cultivators outside had taken his Blood Spirit Pill.

This special material was obtained accidentally by Fat Belly when he was refining an elixir.

The main purpose is... not to harm people, of course harming people is one of the purposes.

Another function is to collect the bodies of the monks who took the Blood Spirit Pill he refined.

Ahem... After all, if you want to refine a high-level Blood Spirit Pill, you have to use good materials.

As a new-age blood pill master, it is normal for him to provide a one-stop service of collecting corpses, remelting and recycling to the monks who take the blood pills he refines at any time.

Sun Yuntai is the top-quality material for the fourth-grade superior Blood Spirit Pill. He came here eagerly, hoping to see if he could find the cultivator who could kill Sun Yuntai based on the Qi.

But the Blood Spirit Bird was flying around like a headless fly, so he used his not very accurate secret technique to make a guess.

I discovered that this was a very bad omen.

…

After collecting his spoils, Shen Lian also figured out the changes in the Wilderness. He did not expect that a thread of rules would emerge.

This thing doesn't look like something the Ghost King could make.

Although the Divine Transformation cultivators have comprehended the rules, they do not have the ability to materialize the rules into tangible objects. The threads of rules can only be manifested by heaven and earth.

But this is based on the memory comparison of the three trophies, and it is found to be true.

Since the appearance of the colorful miasma mountain, several strands of rules have appeared. Every time the miasma mountain shakes, there is a possibility that threads of rules will appear at the place where the void collapses above the sky.

Not to mention anything else, he needs this thing.

Even though he has now initially mastered a little bit of the power of Yin and Yang, he is still confused and doesn't know how he mastered it.

In addition, through the memories of the three people, it was learned that because of the appearance of the thread of rules, in addition to attracting the existing forces of transformation such as Qicai, Xuanyou, Cangqing, etc., other forces also came due to the news.

“It’s getting bigger and bigger.”

The Merit Clone stood on the top of a mountain. Looking around, he could see the phantom of the colorful miasma mountain.

Originally, he wanted to prevent his Merit Clone from taking action as much as possible, so as to avoid destroying his golden body.

But judging from the three guys he killed before, he doesn't have to worry about the possibility of his golden body being broken. Instead, he is acting in the name of justice. This is fucking outrageous.

By the way, in Sun Yuntai’s memory, there was also a Blood Pill Master from their Seven Color Sect who came with them. It was said that he was chubby and looked very kind.

When Shen Lian thought of the Blood Pill Master, he had an idea to catch one and take a look.

He was a serious alchemist, but before he could even exert his strength, someone from another field stole his back door.

…

“Buzz!”

Somewhere in the wilderness, the fat man who was hurrying on his way suddenly shuddered.

His divine consciousness was released in an instant, and a blood-black alchemy furnace flew out from his head, forming circles of blood-colored ripples of defense.

"Who is targeting me? I shuddered."

(End of this chapter)