In the mountains and forests, there is a simple thatched cottage, accompanied by vines and clear springs. It is not far from a clear lake. This area is peaceful and quiet.
Outside the thatched cottage there are bluestone tables and stone pillars, as well as tall osmanthus trees with golden threads and silver leaves, which exude a refreshing fragrance that makes people feel soothed.
This was a rare otherworldly experience. Wang Xuan was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and free from the harassment of wild beasts and monsters. He temporarily left the world, read the golden bamboo slips, and thought about his future.
Over the past two months, even on a Nova with depleted supermatter, his strength has increased.
"Fog is the first small realm of transcendence. When you first step in, what you see with your spirit is darkness in your flesh and blood, and thick fog everywhere." Wang Xuan was pondering the path of cultivation.
“I think the first person who stepped into this field must have been very confused and hesitant. When he looked inward, he was trapped in the fog of flesh and blood and couldn’t see the way forward.”
In order to better understand the Dharma and pave the way for the future, he put himself into the state of mind and thoughts of the first generation of extraordinary people long ago and started from the beginning.
"Ran Deng, tearing through the fog with a strong will, accumulated enough spiritual energy, gradually saw the way forward, and broke free from the shackles of the spiritual cage."
Wang Xuan felt that this was not something that could be accomplished overnight, and many of the first generation of extraordinary people might never walk out of the foggy realm of flesh and blood in their entire lives.
"Refine the spiritual realm, like a lamp hanging, illuminating the night sky of immortality!"
He believes that it was remarkable that someone established this belief and pointed out the general direction, and that it might not be the result of the efforts of just one generation.
“Use the light of the spirit to illuminate the eternally silent extraordinary night sky and embark on the path to immortality!” Wang Xuan engraved on the bluestone table.
He was quite touched. Just imagine, in that era of eating raw meat and drinking blood, in the harsh environment of competing with all kinds of wild beasts and monsters, it was really remarkable that early humans could have such awareness.
"If the person who established this belief is still alive and still on the road of exploring the extraordinary, I think he or she must be extremely powerful."
If such a person were to live in the present world, there is no reason why he would not be powerful.
After two months of practice, comprehending the golden bamboo slips and comparing the scriptures on the stone tablets, Wang Xuan's strength has improved and he has reached the end of the Burning Lamp Realm.
Light the lamp, and let the spiritual light illuminate the way ahead. He has already seen the realm of destiny and it will be just around the corner for him to step into that realm!
"The land of life is the origin of all things and the place where the extraordinary can gain a foothold. Both the pre-Qin alchemists and the Taoists attach great importance to this place. It can nourish life and is also the original place where the extraordinary life can nurture its vitality."
The so-called life soil cannot be found in any tangible place among the flesh and blood, but it does exist. When Ran Deng reaches the end, he can take one step further and gain a foothold in the life soil.
"If the extraordinary fades, will it start from the decay of the life soil? The beginning of all things collapsed, the place where life is nurtured, the place of the extraordinary origin, is extremely important."
Wang Xuan stood up. The grass and trees in front of him were fresh and the environment was beautiful. It seemed like a paradise on earth, but it lacked super-material things.
Some time ago, he often went to various temples and Taoist temples to absorb the mysterious factors, and his flesh and blood were almost saturated with them.
In addition, both the flying boat and the yellow gourd store a large number of mysterious factors.
But the two months of practice and comprehension of scriptures that had sustained him until now had almost been exhausted.
He read the golden bamboo slips and compared them with the scriptures on the stone tablets, hoping to find a way to keep going even after the extraordinary materials were exhausted.
But now, he thought about it and felt it was too difficult.
If three years later, the extraordinary disappears, the mistakes in the world are corrected, and everything returns to its original normal track, without the soil for the existence of myths, even if he comprehends the supreme scripture, it seems that there is no way to change this situation.
"Will the inner scene be the final way out?" Wang Xuan frowned.
At present, all the immortals have opened up their inner scenes. Now some of their true bones are absorbing the energy from the inner scenes to revive and reshape their flesh and blood.
But he felt that when the time came, those inner scenes would be closed, and mysterious substances would no longer be able to be brought in. Otherwise, the immortals would not be helpless or even desperate about the future.
However, Wang Xuan is a little different from his inner world. When he was a mortal, he was able to open it and enter without the help of extraordinary powers!
"I hope that three years from now, this unique inner scene of mine can still be used to draw in the mysterious factor from that unknown place!"
Wang Xuan hoped that this might be the basis for him to maintain his extraordinary powers in the future.
However, he couldn't rely entirely on it. What if his inner location was also locked by then, or the water inside was also dried up?
He should make all kinds of preparations and try to find one or two more footholds!
Recently, he has been reciting the supreme scriptures of the alchemists, and the feeling he has can be summed up in one word: difficult!
"In that era, extremely powerful alchemists would often capture sacred animals and divine birds, not only for pulling carts and showing off, but also for spiritual practice."
In this day and age, even if one understands the difficult golden bamboo slips, it is difficult to replicate that path.
How did those top alchemists practice? They picked heavenly medicine, captured sacred beasts to refine their essence, and baptized their bodies with sacred blood.
"That era was really enviable. The land was rich and beautiful, and all kinds of rare items could be seen everywhere. Although the competition was fierce, it was also an extraordinary prosperous era with abundant resources."
On the twenty-seven golden bamboo slips, there are the most powerful root methods, involving the highest spiritual realm, as well as some true form diagrams, combined with the most difficult to understand physical postures.
At the same time, these all have notes, and sometimes heavenly medicine and holy beast blood are needed to cleanse the spirit and body.
In this era, how can people practice?
"However, it is not necessarily impossible to practice. Some of the words above are meaningful. If you are confident enough, you can also absorb the divine energy within."
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