After Yang Qingxuan said goodbye to Wu Qiyue, he went straight to the Welcoming Dragon Pool.
After You Ye and the others displayed their strength, he realized that he was still far from the experts on the Hidden Dragon Leaderboard.
He jumped into the Welcoming Dragon Pool, causing a large splash. The pool water immediately surrounded him, and the cold feeling nourished his body and cleared his mind.
He swam two laps in the water and started to circulate the Green Sun Martial Scripture. This mysterious technique not only allowed him to become a Yellow Scarf Strongman, it also merged into his body and became indistinguishable from him.
"This feeling is like this technique has a life of its own."
Yang Qingxuan's heart moved inexplicably as he realized the wonders of the Green Sun Martial Scripture.
He closed his eyes and started to repair the damaged meridians in his body.
Previously, he had forcefully used four Scorching Suns and supplemented it with the Goumang Finger. Then, he forcefully suppressed the two Arrows on the Bowstring. His meridians had been severely damaged, but they were slowly recovering under the circulation of the Martial Scripture.
After a day, all the damaged meridians were repaired. Origin power was like sweet dew, nourishing every part of his body. It was indescribably comfortable.
Then, his blood and Qi surged like a river, and the surrounding pool water started to boil.
He suddenly raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers, and punched out!
The energy exploded from his fist and fingers, as if a dragon and an elephant had charged into the water.
"Bang!"
The entire pool of water was blasted apart. Countless splashes of water sprayed out one after another, falling down like a torrential rain.
However, all the water droplets evaporated a few inches away from his skin.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes shone brightly as he said with great ambition, "With this Green Sun Martial Scripture, I can quickly break through to the middle stage, late stage, peak stage, and even the Jade Bone Realm. It's easier said than done for me to give up now."
He suppressed the thought of giving up on the Green Sun Martial Scripture. According to the scripture, there was still a long way to go. Even if he encountered the problem of the technique not being able to continue, it would be a long time in the future. He would worry about it then.
After making up his mind, he decided to continue cultivating.
Yang Qingxuan came out of the pool and sat cross-legged on a smooth rock beside the pool. He took out spirit stones from his storage ring and stacked them in front of him.
He had obtained five low-grade spirit stones from the mining mission, fifty from the Mingyue Mountain Villa, and one that he had used in the inn. At this moment, fifty-four low-grade spirit stones were piled up in front of him like a small wall made of white jade.
The purity of a low-grade spirit stone was not high. It was mixed with impurities, but it was still an extremely precious cultivation resource. Ordinary martial artists yearned for it.
"The amount of True Qi in my body has already far surpassed that of a normal Qi Martial Realm level 10. With the addition of the Spirit Concentrating Pill, I should be able to condense a Martial Spirit. However, in order to ensure that there are no accidents, I will use the large amount of spiritual energy in the spirit stones to replenish my spiritual energy. This will prevent the danger of insufficient spiritual energy during the soul condensation process. This way, there will be no mistakes. "
After Yang Qingxuan was fully prepared, he took out the Condensing Soul Pill, looked at it in his hand for a while, then put it in his mouth and swallowed it.
As the medicinal energy spread out, a strange feeling grew in his dantian. It was as if a flame had appeared out of thin air and was burning his True Qi.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He knew that it was the Spirit Fire. It was the beginning of the soul condensation process. He hurriedly closed his eyes and entered into a meditative state.
The True Qi in his body, under the guidance of the Spirit Concentrating Art, gathered in his dantian.
Being burned by the Spirit Fire, it was as if the Spirit Fire was providing raw materials for his soul and refining it.
Yang Qingxuan only felt that his body's Essence, Qi, Mind, Soul, and Intent, the five things that measured the strength and talent of a martial artist, were all being channeled into his dantian along with his True Qi.
An indescribable power slowly formed in his body along with the burning of the Spirit Fire.
This power was very similar to the Enemy Under the Heavens, but it was much weaker and more intimate.
Although the Enemy Under the Heavens was stored in his body, every time it appeared, it was like walking on thin ice. If he was not careful, it would backfire on him.
And this power was completely integrated with his body without the slightest gap. It was as if it was his "soul". They were inseparable.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly had a strange feeling. He was like a mother who had been pregnant for ten months. The life-like power was the "fetus".
This state lasted for six to eight hours. He was safe and sound. The True Qi in his body was abundant and the consumption was within a controllable range.
Suddenly, the Spirit Fire, which had been burning steadily, suddenly trembled.
All the True Qi in his body rushed toward the Spirit Fire in an instant. "Whoosh!" Yang Qingxuan felt as if his whole body was burning.
The Spirit Fire suddenly rose to a huge size. It was as if it was burning from the inside out. It turned into a boundless flame and burned his body.
Yang Qingxuan was surprised and happy. He knew that this was the final stage, which was the key to the Spirit Concentrating Art.
Immediately, he restrained his mind and carefully controlled the whole process.
But the consumption of True Qi was too great. In that instant, his whole body was almost emptied. He smashed the Spirit Stone Wall with a palm. A large amount of Spirit Qi poured out with the powder and pounced on his body.
It was as if a drought had met with rain. Immediately, he felt indescribably comfortable. Every pore was stretched out and greedily absorbed the Spirit Qi.
The deficit in his body was instantly nourished.
The fierce Spirit Fire, after burning for a while, began to emit a colorful light.
All the heat quickly gathered into a red ball of light and condensed in his dantian.
Yang Qingxuan knew that was the beginning of the Martial Spirit Seal. As long as this ball of light grew and turned into a brand on his body, it would be a success.
The ball of light began to become bright, like a drop of blood. It spread out and turned into the shape of a sword embryo.
Yang Qingxuan's heart moved. He secretly rejoiced: "Is my Martial Spirit sword-shaped?"
He learned from the book that this kind of Tool Martial Spirit was the strongest attack form of Martial Spirit. He could not help but be overjoyed.
But the sword embryo brand suddenly trembled. Yang Qingxuan only felt his mind sink, as if there was an endless invasion of consciousness.
Suddenly, the scenery around him changed. The green mountains and clear waters quietly receded, turning into an empty land.
The dusky sky became gloomy and boundless. The whole world extended into an infinite space. It was as if nothing existed, and everything turned into a void. The universe became extremely lonely.
"What, what is going on?!"
Yang Qingxuan's heart shook violently. He found that he was no longer beside the pool, but independent in a vast and boundless world.
"Is this, is this my world of consciousness? Or is it something else? "
"What a strong aura of death …"
Yang Qingxuan ran a few steps in this world and suddenly stopped. Suddenly, he found that there were countless hills in front of him. They were hundreds of millions of tombs, bulging on this boundless land, silent for eternity.
The smell of desolation and deathly stillness came from these countless tombs.
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