Xianhu Sect.
Lin Tianha sat cross-legged in front of the fairy pot, with an illusory regular string emerging above his head, and a colorful mark faintly visible on it.
Seeing Lin Tianha's frown, the Immortal Pot also released its divine sense to sense it, wanting to find this covetous person as soon as possible.
Ever since so many Hedao monks died at once last time, causing a reshuffle of the rules and imprints, there has been no large-scale imprint turmoil.
Someone is currently spying on Lin Tianha's Five Elements Water Mark, which also indicates that there is turmoil among the Hedao sects in the Immortal Spirit World.
It seems that constantly stimulating Lingmu Fairy Palace and Kunpeng Palace is still useful. Even if there is not much movement in the fairy world on the surface, some people have already started to make small moves in secret.
Shen Lian was not afraid of these people moving around, but he was afraid that they would remain calm and collected, like million-year-old foxes.
I don’t think the cultivator who dares to peek at Lin Tianha’s mark is very powerful.
Although the Immortal Pot appears to be at the twelfth level of the first transformation, its actual combat power is far beyond its own level.
The person behind the scenes chose Lin Tianhe to snatch instead of attacking him, which was obviously picking on the weak.
Since you are not strong, it is equivalent to copying.
…
Southern Region, Qingshan Lake.
The vast lake stretches as far as the eye can see, like a piece of emerald green jade inlaid in the earth.
The water surface was sparkling, and occasionally one could see aquatic monks swimming deep beneath the water.
In the center of the lake, there is an island that rises and falls with the waves. It is surrounded by coral reefs of various brilliant colors, and you can even see densely packed coral polyps wriggling.
The island is covered with lush vegetation and a spiritual spring.
The part of the island submerged in the water is as crystal clear as white jade, hollowed out and carved to form a series of interlaced caves.
The creatures that come and go in the cave include sea creatures and various aquatic monsters.
Deep in the cave, the dark spiritual water formed a dragon, surrounding a group of aquatic monks who looked like giant shrimps.
Bubbles kept coming out of this cultivator's body, and the mysterious rhythm of water gave rise to countless streams of water, stirring up the water around him.
Next to the shrimp-like monk, there was a sea monk with colorful scales. His whole body was glowing silver, and a blue spiritual vein was flashing from the back of his head downwards.
"how's it going?"
A ripple of water came and transformed into a dark-colored snake with four extremely small and disproportionate claws.
“The old shrimp is still fighting.”
After taking a look at the person who came, the colorful sea creature replied.
Qingshan Lake is an area where many races gather, and the leaders are these three ancestors.
Among them, the Seven-Colored Sea Clan is the strongest, having reached the Third Turn, Twelfth Floor Realm. The Small-Clawed Black Snake is the weakest, being an old snake with a single small rule.
In the middle is the old shrimp who is trying to grab the mark.
"It seems quite troublesome."
The black-clawed snake looked at the old shrimp that was flashing with changing colors, and a hint of envy flashed in its dark eyes.
It is a small rule-based game, and the game of competing for the imprint of rules has never been its cup of tea from the beginning.
Although it cannot compete, it feels envious and also wants to compete.
“It’s not a big problem.”
The Seven-Colored Sea Clan said calmly, "The Xianhu Sect we robbed this time, the strongest cultivator has only advanced to the 1st level of the 12th floor. We robbed it, and they wouldn't dare to attack us even if they had the guts."
The Xianhu Sect was the target they had carefully selected. It was just the right target, not very strong, and the mark of rules had only been obtained not long ago.
Nowadays, undercurrents are surging among various forces in the fairy world. Many holy places with grudges against each other can no longer suppress their hatred and have already started to fight in private.
As for the monks who are trying to snatch the mark of rules, there are even more of them.
The black-clawed snake has no words. It is the weakest in the lake and has the least say in the past.
Staring at the old shrimp, its mind began to wander.
“If the great rules are in harmony with the Tao, I can also achieve it.
As the only small rule-breaking monk in the lake, it is naturally unwilling to accept this.
“Once Lao Xia has snatched the rule mark, the prestige of Qingshan Lake will be even greater than before.
My path is cut off, but with two fellow Taoists in front of me, I can enjoy myself with peace of mind. It won’t be long before I can hold another concubine selection meeting.”
The colorful sea creature glanced at the black-clawed snake, smiled and said nothing.
This is all that the monks who follow the path of minor rules pursue.
This old snake indeed has a trace of dragon blood in its body, and it really does not care about the blood of any race, whether it is meat or vegetables.
Since he advanced to the Hedao stage, the number of his concubines has exceeded ten thousand, and his offspring are countless.
More than half of the creatures in Qingshan Lake have the blood of this old silver snake.
This old fellow clamored that since he could not become a Great Rule-Enlightened One, then he would cultivate one from among the younger generations.
"hey-hey."
The black-clawed snake didn't care about the colors of the colorful sea creatures.
How can bloodline be born without concubines? How can good seedlings be selected without bloodline?
Without good bloodline, how can it make progress again?
“Buzz!”
At this time, the old shrimp surrounded by the tide began to turbulent, and a mysterious rhythm was released from the top of its head, which suddenly hit the regular strings.
"Not good, the cultivators from the Xianhu Sect are following us."
The colorful sea creature narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you still want to come to my house?"
"That's just seeking death." The black-clawed snake added.
"You still have to give us some face." The colorful sea creature gave the black-clawed snake a cold look.
“After all, this Xianhu Sect gave birth to a Nine-Nine Heaven Tribulation cultivator not long ago. Although he entered the Lingmu Immortal Palace, he was trained by the Xianhu Sect after all, and this incense relationship cannot be severed.”
The cultivator who had experienced the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations was naturally intimidating, but to the Seven-Colored Sea Clan, it was not a cultivator without a backer.
The Huanghuang Sea Clan is ranked among the top ten ethnic groups in the fairy world.
The reason why he didn't hang out with the sea clan was mainly because he wanted to come to Qingshan Lake and become a hidden boss.
In addition, there is a beautiful world in this Qingshan Lake. It is rumored that there is a water eye, but the water eye was closed a long time ago. If you want to open it, you must locate it accurately.
If we can find this water hole, then there will be hope of condensing the Water-walking Dao Fruit in the future.
The Seven-Colored Monk sneered. The monks from the Xianhu Sect dared to come to their door. It seemed that they were getting proud because a monk who had experienced the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations was born.
At that time, it would be better to use courtesy first and then force.
If he handed over the mark politely, it would be fine. If he refused to give me face, I would beat him up and let him live. Who would dare to say that this was unrighteous? ...
At the same time, in the Xianhu Sect.
"Grandmaster, do you really want to knock on my door?"
Lin Tianha was a little nervous. For a cultivator who dared to peek at its rule imprint, he knew it was not that simple.
It is necessary to find out the background of their Xianhu Sect.
They dare to mess with us, and we still go to their doorstep to deal with them. Isn't this Chunchun's gift?
"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."
The fairy pot flew out carrying Lin Tianha.
In his opinion, the cultivator who dared to attack the Xianhu Sect was probably not a great cultivator.
Of course, necessary precautions must also be taken.
"Heaven, you're in the front, I'll be your guard."
After leaving the Xianhu Sect, the Xianhu ancestor brought the sect leader Lin Tianhe ahead of himself.
"Ancestor, you can't trick me like this."
When Lin Tianhe saw that he was pushed in front, he screamed loudly.
"Go forward boldly, you are the leader of a sect after all."
Xian Hu went up and kicked him directly, "You coward, don't force me to slap you."
"Don't worry, Qingjun is a cultivator who has survived nine nine heavenly tribulations. Everyone in the Southern Region knows her.
With Qingjun's face, I will just beat you up at most, and your life won't be in any serious danger."
With these words, Lin Tianhe calmed down a little.
Standing in mid-air, he looked back at the empty void behind him, and used his blood pupil technique to observe a bit, and found that the ancestor who had just kicked him had already run back 100,000 miles.
"Don't look at it anymore. If you're too late, you won't be able to catch up with the tracking mark."
The sound of the fairy pot rang in his ears, and Lin Tianhe quickly fled into the distance.
…
"That's it?"
Outside Qingshan Lake.
"Hey, I'm really lucky. I was able to copy it."
Looking at the blue waves of the lake, a smile appeared in Xianhu's eyes.
He thought that the one who peeped at the mark was the 37th Demon Sect, but he didn't expect to get something else. His luck was really good.
The overall strength of Qingshan Lake is much stronger than that of Xianhu Sect. Of course, that was in the past, otherwise they would not dare to peek at the rules and imprints of Xianhu Sect.
Then, his divine consciousness rushed into the water and captured two little virtual demons, and compared the captured memories with the memories he knew.
There are a total of three seventh-level ancestors in Qingshan Lake, and only one of them can peek into the imprint of rules.
"The sea tribe, shrimp tribe, and demon tribe, there are three tribes separated in a small lake."
In Qingshan Lake, the Shrimp Ancestor has command over aquatic creatures such as fish, shrimps, and crabs; the Snake Ancestor has command over various water monsters; and the Sea Ancestor has command over sea creatures.
Among them, the Snake Ancestor is the weakest, being just a small rule-breaker, but this guy is very fertile, with more than ten thousand concubines and countless bloodlines, several of whom have returned to their ancestral bloodlines.
At this moment, the Immortal Pot immediately became concerned about the Snake Ancestor's descendants.
What you think will come true.
I was originally thinking of creating a clone of the demon clan to help me survive the nine-nine heavenly tribulations, and this is actually what I encountered.
…
"It's fucked up."
At this moment, Xianhu suddenly yelled and cursed.
Lin Tianhe, this damn thing, how come he becomes so weak when encountering a cultivator at the twelfth level?
On Qingshan Island, three figures stood in the air. Lin Tianhe was like a bullied wife, and was suppressed in terms of momentum.
"Ancestor, what's your trick?"
Feeling the pressure of the sealed void, Lin Tianhe secretly groaned. The ancestor was said to follow soon, so why hasn't he come yet? Isn't this trying to trick him?
What do I mean by that? Do you come to deliver food to my house in such a threatening manner?
"Master Lin, what is your purpose in coming here?"
The cultivator of the Seven-Colored Sea Clan was named Qingshan Daozun, and he looked at Lin Tianha with a smile.
"What do you mean by your mother's head!"
At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the void.
"Ancestor, if I don't show my power, you will think that my Xianhu Sect is a wine pot."
Taoist Qingshan's face changed, but before he could sweep out his divine sense, he saw a colorful wine jug with silver light falling from the distance.
Qingshan had no time to resist and was directly crashed into the surging water. The surging energy swept away the monks present.
"Did I give you face?"
The huge silver wine jug fell heavily, and with a loud bang, it shattered the light shield formed by the surging water.
Taoist Qingshan fell onto a stone bed deep in the water and was deeply embedded in it. His whole body was flashing with colorful spatial fluctuations, and he felt his head buzzing.
"You are the one who spied on the rules and marks of our ancestors?"
"If a small shrimp doesn't hide well and then shows up, it's your fault."
"I've picked out the shrimp thread for you."
The screams rang out again, and a giant shrimp that was bent into a bow shape twitched in mid-air. Along the armor on its head, a blue shrimp thread like a tendon was pulled out.
“Bang!”
The pulled out shrimp thread was swung in the air, making a crisp sound.
It was not until this moment that Lin Tianhe was awakened. He stared with his eyes wide open, opening his mouth as if wanting to speak, but he didn't know what to say.
Is this still my ancestor? Punching the sea creatures and pulling out the shrimp thread with my hands.
He looks like a grumpy old man, not the immortal looking man in white clothes at all.
"And you, little reptile. Who told you to step out with your left leg just now? I, the ancestor, hate snakes that step out with their left leg first the most."
A whistling sound was heard in the void. A long black snake was bound by invisible energy and began to quickly tie itself into knots. Finally, it formed a dead lump, and its mouth was biting its tail with a crackling sound.
"Xiaoha, do you think we should let them die or live?"
In mid-air, a physical fairy pot gradually materialized, and a smile appeared on its face, which spoke very kindly.
"Gurgle."
Lin Tianhe swallowed his saliva. This was too fast. He got his advantage back in the blink of an eye.
"Ancestor, this..."
It hasn't quite figured it out yet.
"Okay, for your sake, I'll spare your three lives."
Hearing the Immortal Pot speaking again, Lin Tianhe finally reacted. The ancestor was really a smart guy. He knew how to use it to get out of trouble.
If we really kill these three guys, it would be bad if we attract the sea creatures behind them.
In addition, they are all under the command of Lingmu Immortal Palace. If the ancestor really kills three of them at once, Lingmu Immortal Palace might also intervene.
In mid-air, Xianhu's eyes wandered. He had an idea as early as when he learned about the offspring bred by the black claw snake.
What a wonderful piece of water lake! Once it is taken over, it will be your own power and your own leeks will not be able to go on a killing spree.
This is not a good idea. You can slowly gain control of it when the time comes.
If you want to become famous, you will become famous after doing this. But if you really kill all three of them, it would be too eye-catching.
Being in the limelight is not suitable for him. He prefers to quietly replace others and hide in the dark.
At this moment, without caring about the three people who had just been beaten, the Immortal Pot swaggered into the largest cave on Qingshan Island.
Not long after, Qingshan, who had lifted himself up from the stone bed at the bottom of the lake, the old shrimp with its shrimp thread twitching all over its body, and the black-clawed snake that had tied itself into a dead knot, all entered the cave happily.
They are all Hedao monks, so there is no need to say much about their ability to withstand beatings. Besides, the Immortal Pot Patriarch is merciful and did not kill them.
He, from the Xianhu Sect, came here to seek justice. If he was too harsh, it would seem that he was not kind.
A holy place should be magnanimous.
Xianhu sat on the jade bed made of seventh-order crystal in the cave, feeling more relaxed than at home.
At this moment, the three guys were as obedient as young wives, curled up nearby, twitching all over.
"Don't you want the rule mark of my Xianhu Sect? Come on, I've brought it to you. Do you want me to skin you alive or to take your soul away? Come on."
Xianhu opened his mouth and pointed at Lin Tianhe.
Daoist Fellow Qingshan had a gloomy face. Not only did he get slapped in the face, but the key point was that he hadn't reacted yet.
“Buzz!”
"Gan, that's what the ancestor said. Do you really want to skin the leader of my Xianhu Sect?"
The next moment, before Daoist Master Qingshan could react to the change in his expression, he felt a flash in front of his eyes and countless spaces collapsed in front of him.
"You gave me the honor but I didn't take it. The ancestor is very unhappy."
The figure of the immortal pot then disappeared, taking Taoist Qingshan with it into the broken void.
When he appeared again, this cultivator had already fallen into the cave like a dying fish, twitching constantly, and blue blood gathered into a pool.
This scene terrified the old snake and the old shrimp so much that their bodies twitched even more violently.
Xianhu returned to the jade bed and sat down again with a smile.
This strongest sea cultivator is at the third level of the twelfth floor. His strength is insignificant to him, but it is still very intimidating to someone like Lin Tianhe.
It will still be a bit challenging for the newly born clone to take over the old place.
So, he lowered the difficulty a bit.
This fellow Taoist from the sea clan was dealt a heavy blow, a severe critical hit to his soul, blood and flesh.
Just take good care of yourself. It’s just a dream to expect to recover in ten thousand years.
Eating the meat quietly is not better than killing the three guys directly now.
Then, Xianhu looked at the Snake Ancestor again.
According to the information looted, this guy has completely let himself go since he advanced to the level of a minor rule-breaking monk. He has worked hard to hold the concubine selection ceremony and diligently gave birth to bloodlines, all in order to cultivate a bloodline that transcends his own.
Is it because he cannot fly high and has a knot in his heart that he must cultivate a descendant who can fly high, or is it because he wants to cultivate a descendant who can take over another's body? Outsiders don't know.
Over the years, the black claw snake has behaved in the former way to the outside world. It has devoted all its efforts to cultivating its offspring and has shown sincere expectations every time.
Whether he really hopes that his descendants' bloodline will soar to the sky, or for the sake of his own further progress, Xianhu is ready to help the Black Claw Snake and let it take the second path and become a bad ancestor.
If the black claw snake is not bad, how can he pretend to be a good person.
The division of labor in cultivating immortals is different. If there are bad snakes, there needs to be good people.
When the black-clawed snake saw the fairy pot looking at it, a chill rose in its heart.
Then, his eyes blurred and his body crashed into a broken space. When he reappeared, the scales all over his body fell down like barbs.
"I treat everyone equally. Everyone else got hit twice. If you only got hit once, wouldn't you be discriminated against?"
The old shrimp wanted to cry but had no tears. Its bent body suddenly exploded, and the slender long legs under its belly burst like popcorn, and sparks appeared on its entire body.
The three Qingshan Lake ancestors in the cave were all hit hard twice.
"Is my Immortal Pot Master unfair?"
"Fair...fair..."
"That's right. The ancestor has always been fair and just. Seeing that you are so well-behaved, the ancestor is kind and will spare your lives."
As he said that, Xianhu stood up and greeted Lin Tianhe.
"Master, let's go. It looks like they can't take care of our food anymore."
"By the way, Sect Master, you must be very scared when your rule mark is coveted. Do you want the three Taoist friends to give you some spiritual compensation?"
…
"Ancestor."
Holding the compensation in his hand, Lin Tianhe walked out of the cave in a daze following the fairy pot.
"You keep it." The figure of Xianhu flashed and disappeared on the spot.
"Be smarter next time. How can the ancestor help you if you are so polite?"
"They are the ones who covet you. We are right, so why should we be afraid?"
Lin Tianhe looked at the spiritual object in his hand in a daze.
After the ancestor advanced to the twelfth floor, he seemed to have a second spring in life. It seems that strength is indeed a good medicine for the spirit. "
…
The three Hedao of Qingshan Lake were all severely injured, so there must be a reason for the immortal pot.
If these guys weren't seriously injured, there would be no chance for him to take advantage of them.
Especially for the Snake Ancestor, the force of space that blasted into the snake's body would continuously tear its flesh and blood. Unless a cultivator of the seventh turn or above came to the rescue, the force of space could be eliminated bit by bit.
Another way is to discard this snake body.
Comparing these two methods, it is more realistic for the Black Claw Snake Ancestor to abandon the snake body. If he can find a cultivator at the Seventh Turn and Twelfth Floor Realm, he will not end up with a single small rule.
Since the physical body has been abandoned, it is normal to take over another body or refine a Taoist fetus.
Otherwise, it would be a waste to cultivate so many descendants, including those with ancestral bloodlines.
Not long after returning to the sect, Xianhu left the sect under the pretext of seeking elixir. After wandering around the Southern Region for a while, he quietly returned to Qingshan Lake.
Although the three guys from Qingshan Lake were severely injured by him, he still needed to personally provide guidance on the more detailed work.
…
"I really wasn't wrong about you."
Several years after the battle at Qingshan Lake, the Immortal Pot had already entered a formation snake cave deep inside the lake.
蛇窟内，一座孕育着灵光的暗金色独木舟内，升起来的淡金色雾气，化为了一头金色略显臃肿的小龙。
独木舟内，潺潺金色融液内，一条十多丈大小的小蛟龙游走着。
这条小蛟龙身上不断闪烁出重影，生出一条条颜色各异，身躯臃肿或者纤细的魂影。
一枚枚符文在独木舟内显化，不断的强行让这些不同的神魂进行相融合。
这个过程中，神魂释放出了抗拒和怨念，只不过被牢牢的封锁在了独木舟内无法溢出。
蛇窟的角落里，仙壶静静潜藏，这里的阵法拦住那头海族还行，对他来说不算什么。
和他预料的那样，小规则合道的蛇祖，同样想要进步。
小小的独木舟内，不知道汇聚了多少返祖的蛟龙宝血，也不知道这家伙到底祭炼了多少后代。
这些可都省了他再花费大力气打造的，只要在这里坐等时机到来就行了。
收分身，沈炼最喜欢的还是心甘情愿的那种。
蛇祖的手段越恶劣，他的成功率就越高。
没想到这次微微出手，就有这么大的收获。
钓者不空篓。
……
“鹤松那里有动静了吗？”
“回禀老祖，还没有，鹤松长老依旧在洞府中没有出来，也禁止宫内修士拜见。”
“知道了。”
林匣皱眉，距离鹤松下钧天境内已经过去了上千年时间，竟然一点动静都没有。
这个所谓的补天教，都连旗号都打出来了，怎么会放任转世真灵被祭炼成道胎呢？
又过百年。
“有动静了吗？”
“回老祖，还没有。”
……
“有动静了吗？”
“没有。”
……
“有……”
“没。”
……
天地裂痕中。
这一日，沈炼照例从修炼中转醒，神念朝外蔓延而出。
颠倒界域消失了。
取而代之的是一片混乱、稀碎的空间界域，细密的空间锋芒无比，笼罩着上上下下的地方，神念进入其中都会被空间的锋芒搅碎。
离开洞府，站在了混乱空间的边缘位置，沈炼尝试感应了一下，发现这片新出现的破碎界域，危险程度不亚于之前的颠倒界域。
他还是过不去。
这破地方，是真的叼诡。
闷闷的转了一圈后，沈炼看着自己如切面一样断掉的半个左手臂，身影一下子暴退而走。
法力涌动之间，断掉的手臂重新长了出来。
至于掉下去的部分，直接在黑暗虚空中被搅成了虚无。
“我可是比肩玉京老祖的，也不给玉京个面子。”
远远的看着那片昏暗的虚空，沈炼颇有些无奈的藏身起来。
这么多年都等了，也不在乎多等些年了，接着藏起来修炼。
“青山湖，黑爪蛇，蛟龙血脉。”
重新安排了洞府后，沈炼开始汇总分身传递过来的消息。
“比青君那条小妖蛇的底子还好。”
此刻，沈炼可不知道真的有在惦记他，用大乘修士当饵罢了，还另外又放了监视修士。
修行之余，他的心思放在了分身仙壶身上。
仙壶寻到的分身胚子相当不错，黑爪蛇祖囚禁的那条小蛟龙，血脉极其强大，哪怕是现在就放出来，依旧进阶合道的潜质。
经过掌控仙壶进行检查后，发现这头小蛟龙是以一头变异妖蛇为基础打造出来的，黑爪蛇祖还在不断融入新的蛟龙宝血。
老蛇被仙壶刻意打击下，身躯内破碎的不成样子，以至于老蛇最近频频光顾独木舟内的小蛟龙，看来用不了多久就会动手了。
小蛟龙被困在独木舟内，神魂气息颇为混乱，明显积攒了一定的怨念，正等着他去伸张正义。
一切都在按照预料的情况进行着，等将这条小蛟龙化为分身，是鲸吞掉青山湖另外的合道，还是收为己用，到时候看情况就可以了。
“一个分身还是太少了。”
沈炼有些叹息，想要保证质量还想要快，这种好事真仙也没办法。
青山湖的修士窥视仙壶宗印记并不是特例，结合仙壶传递过来的消息来看，昊天境内多半是暗流涌动了。
若是能抓着这个机会，将分身安插进一部分合道宗门内，想想就美滋滋。
“不能着急，宁缺毋滥，我有的是时间，大不了闷头修行二三十万年，我有时间等得起。”
二三十万年可能是小规则合道修士的一辈子，可对于渡过九九天劫合道天劫的修士来说，这些时间差不多足够进阶到玉京，甚至于大乘期了。
所以说，只要分身搞得好，时间越久，对沈炼来说他的羽翼就越丰。
在各大合道圣地内广泛撒网，哪怕仙灵界超级势力召集麾下修士打的天崩地裂，对他来说也有机会存留下一批分身修士，成为各大合道圣地的中流砥柱。
不说所有合道宗门都有自己人，只要有各大超级势力阵营有自己人就足够了。
到那时候，参悟规则琴弦的事情，轻而易举。
“长久藏身，广积分身。”
洞府内，沈炼默默的思索起来。
幸好他擅长找地方猫冬，换另外一个修士来，指定会被憋疯了。
打造分身既能化整为零，融入仙灵界各大合道势力，又能借助获得的身份参悟规则之力，来丰富混沌规则的玄妙。
漫长的岁月时间里，自己也也能沉下心来修炼，外加将自己身上的各大手艺都提升上来。
长久潜藏起来修行，唯一或缺的就是参悟混沌规则的辅助资源，这一点沈炼只从尸蜕界修士身上得到了。
“目前仙灵界暗流涌动，我本就在暗处，接下来触及超级势力霉头的事情就不要干了，悄悄的选择分身，加入两方超级势力联盟摇旗呐喊。”
“在尸蜕界一方眼中，我已经被半仙干掉了，所以接下来只要不再大规模触及规则琴弦，引起仙灵界震荡，应该问题不大。”
“眼下情况，再在天地裂痕中躲藏个数千上万年也没有丝毫问题，静静的看仙灵界各位前辈表演就行了。”
“继续修炼。”
平心静气后，沈炼又一次进入了修炼之中。
他着急个毛线，有安稳时间好好修行就是了。
【平心静气，感悟点+2】
【平心静气，感悟点+4】
……
【平心静气，感悟点+3】
……
灵木仙宫。
林匣从外而来，进入大殿中随口询问了一句。
“鹤松那里有动静了吗？”
没多久，大殿中就响起了回应。
“回禀老祖，没有。”
“鹤松去钧天多长时间了？”
“回禀老祖，四千七百三十七年。”
闻声，林匣微微皱眉。
都快五千年了还没有动静，难不成一界转世真灵真没有人在乎？ 鱼饵下了快五千年依旧没有动静，还有没有继续下去的必要？
要不强令鹤松离开洞府，在钧天和昊天境之间转转。
可这样做也太过于明显了。
不过林匣又想到，他自己将鹤松直接派到钧天境，也是十分明显的举动。
“难道我这招走差了？”
林匣在大殿中踱步，还是觉得自己走的没错，无论是举界飞升，还是轰开星海封禁，这都不是谨慎人能干出来的事情。
哪个胆小的人能干这大事？ 倘若幕后势力真的存在，按照之前做事的习惯，哪怕明知道是诱饵，多少也应该来调戏一下才对。
怎么现在丁点动静都没有，之前的猖狂呢，咋变得如此小心谨慎。
“无论如何，最后一试吧。”
思来想去，林匣觉得还是不能中途放弃。
“鹤松长老道体祭炼的如何了？”
“回禀老祖，还在祭炼。”
“行了，老夫知道了。”
片刻后，林匣摸出了一枚传讯玉符，亮起之后光影中显化出了鹤松的样子。
“林道友，还要将老夫关到什么时候？”
哪怕林匣实力强大，可长久在洞府内困着，鹤松还是十分不舒服。
“鹤松道友，若你能配合老夫，那么便会将你重新调回昊天境。”
两人窃窃私语了许久后，鹤松终于答应了下来。
大半年后。
上钧天，千秋山。
这一日，灵木分宫的长老、仙使们各自忙碌着，突然间地动山摇，畅快的大笑声从山脉深处最好的洞府中响起。
“是鹤松老祖！”
往来的灵木仙使和长老，自然知道洞府中是谁。
“哈哈哈……老夫祭炼的道胎成矣！”
亿万道灵禁在洞府中撑开，鹤松须发狂舞，一副疲倦不堪的样子，可一双眸子绽放出灼灼光晕。
笑声轰隆隆作响，连带着景象更是让往来的不少修士看到了。
“小卓子，老祖我回昊天也！”
接着，鹤松召唤出一根灵木，直接盘坐其上破开虚空乘风而去。
灵木乘风破浪，从钧天冲入破碎的星海封禁，抵达了昊天，继续划破长空。
茫茫星空，虚无星海，都留下了如流星一样的景象。
上昊天。
云海雾林间，鹤松驾驭灵木御空而来，朝着一片苍茫的灵木大陆没入。
A figure emerged from the mist, shrouded in a five-element formation, releasing an immense amount of pressure.
"Fellow Daoist Lin Xia, I had a smooth journey without any problems. I didn't even use the ancient formation I had open all the time. You have to make up for the spiritual crystals I consumed."
The figure seemed to be speaking to the fog, and the shadow of Lin Xia appeared in a flash of light, with his brows furrowed like mountains and rivers.
"Could it be that I am going in the wrong direction?"
…
Crack between heaven and earth.
"The void has recovered, and I can finally see Lao Mi."
After packing up his luggage in the cave, Shen Lian stood on tiptoe, carefully stepped through the dim void, and quickly headed towards the distance.
"Hiss... The Dao Embryo was successfully sacrificed. You dare to use the Dao Embryo that involves the cause and effect of billions of lives. I really admire you."
(End of this chapter)