It was late at night again.
Ye Ping was sitting alone in the middle of the rear cliff.
There was a piece of rice paper in front of him.
Ye Ping stared at the stars in the sky and was still thinking hard about how to guide the qi into his body.
At this moment, Ye Ping also deeply knew how useless his aptitude was.
He couldn't even guide the simplest qi into his body. How could he cultivate to become an immortal?
In fact, Ye Ping was not to be blamed. It was mainly because he had read too many online novels and basically, all the protagonists of immortal cultivation novels could easily guide qi into their bodies even if they were useless.
The sky was as dark as ink.
Staring at the night sky, Ye Ping couldn't help but think of a poem.
The leaves fell like rain and the moonlight was white like frost.
"Who would be the duster bed when I lay alone in the middle of the night?"
It was a poem by Bai Juyi that fit the occasion perfectly.
At the thought of this, Ye Ping picked up the brush at the side and then started drawing on the spotless rice paper.
This time, he did not draw people.
He only painted the scenery.
Ye Ping's brush was like dancing dragons and phoenixes, and he painted the depression in his heart.
On the rice paper, a picture of the night scene appeared. It was extremely deep and gave off an indescribable and oppressive vibe.
That was the soul painting.
Ye Ping had already reached the realm of soul painting and he had hidden everything in his heart in this painting.
If this painting were to be seen by others, they would also feel depressed and depressed.
The works of great painters were often condensed with essence, Qi, and spirit.
When they were in a good mood, they would paint with ink and it would make people feel happy.
When they were in a bad mood, they would paint with ink and it would make people feel happy.
Ye Ping kept painting and he made the night look extremely deep, as if he could not see any hope. All the depression in his heart was in the painting.
Thinking back to the past few days, he had been thinking hard every day just to guide the qi into his body. Not only did he waste time, but most importantly, he had been studying for almost a month without any progress. How could he not be depressed?
Just as Ye Ping was venting all of his emotions in the painting, Ye Ping's expression changed.
All of a sudden …
A breeze blew over slowly.
The breeze caressed his face and Ye Ping's depressed and anxious heart suddenly calmed down at this moment.
In an instant, Ye Ping stopped painting and instead raised his head to look at the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.
There was silence between heaven and earth.
Everything was silent.
Man follows the earth, the earth follows the heaven, the heaven follows the Dao, and the Dao follows the nature.
For some reason, those words suddenly appeared in Ye Ping's mind.
However, at this moment, Ye Ping couldn't help but be stunned.
He stood rooted to the ground.
After a long time, a smile appeared on Ye Ping's calm face.
"Eldest Senior Brother, I understand now."
Ye Ping was enlightened.
He was truly enlightened.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sky was originally very calm, but at this moment, black clouds gathered, forming a terrifying vortex.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the whirlpool. Terrifying lightning streaked across the sky like flood dragons.
On the rear cliff of Qingyun Dao Sect.
A strong wind blew.
The rice paper in front of Ye Ping was fluttering in the wind. If it weren't for the inkstone, it would have been long gone.
All the withered leaves rolled up as if doomsday had arrived.
In the distance, Xu Luochen stood in the room and couldn't help but frown when he heard the howling wind.
And it was getting uglier.
"Oh no."
Xu Luochen muttered to himself before looking into the distance.
"I forgot to collect Eldest Senior Brother's clothes."
He seemed a little uneasy and nervous. After all, Su Changyu's most precious piece of clothing was still hanging outside. If it was swept away, Su Changyu probably wouldn't spare him.
At the rear cliff of Qingyun Dao Sect.
Ye Ping had already completely comprehended the mystery of guiding spiritual energy into his body.
As the saying went, man follows the earth, earth follows the heaven, heaven follows the Dao, and the Dao follows nature.
He was too anxious and kept wanting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to enter his body. However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it would be better to let go of everything and let the spiritual energy of heaven and earth enter his body automatically.
It was in line with the Dao of Heaven and Earth and the Dao of nature.
Ye Ping had an epiphany. Guiding was not guiding, but a kind of exchange. He would treat the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as spiritual objects. If it was willing to enter his body, he would let it enter. If it was unwilling, there was no need to force it.
Everything depended on the other party's will.
That was also the reason that Ye Ping let go of his body and mind. He no longer forcibly guided the spiritual energy into his body, and instead, let go of everything and let the spiritual energy of heaven and earth choose on its own.
In an instant, with Ye Ping as the center, the spiritual energy within hundreds of kilometers surged towards him crazily.
Above the sky dome, the spiritual energy vortex condensed, but only cultivators who had cultivated the Qi-gazing technique could see such a scene.
Ye Ping was surrounded by a spiritual energy storm that was like a tornado that swept a massive amount of spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy surged into Ye Ping's body like a vast ocean.
In an instant, the spiritual energy surged into his body. Without any nonsense, Ye Ping directly opened the Immortal Depository acupoint.
Boom!
It was as if a layer of membrane had broken.
In his mind, the star chart formed by the 36 stars shone brightly and transformed into the shadow of a True Dragon.
The True Dragon was so huge that even the universe seemed insignificant in front of it.
With a single breath, it could destroy heaven and earth. When he opened his eyes, it would be day and when he closed his eyes, it would be night. He could control time and space. The gaze in his eyes was extremely terrifying and just a single glance would make one go crazy.
Buzz!
However, at this moment, the shadow of the Ancient Godfiend appeared in Ye Ping's mind, and its aura was no weaker than that of the Torch Dragon.
Roar!
The roar of a dragon exploded.
At this moment, Ye Ping had an indescribable feeling as if his soul was about to explode.
However, as the voice of the Ancient Godfiend sounded, that feeling immediately vanished.
At the same time, the dragon shadow disappeared and so did the Ancient Godfiend shadow. At the same time, the outside world became quiet and everything returned to normal.
"Torch Dragon Immortal Aperture"
As the dragon shadow and the Ancient Godfiend shadow disappeared, a massive amount of information appeared in Ye Ping's mind.
Everyone's body contained an Immortal Depository acupoint.
However, everyone's Immortal Aperture was different.
Through the information that appeared in his mind, Ye Ping understood that his Immortal Aperture was called the Torch Dragon Immortal Aperture.
As he continuously opened the Immortal Aperture, he would gradually obtain the inheritance.
"Torch Dragon? Candle Dragon? "
After understanding what his Immortal Aperture was, Ye Ping couldn't help but be shocked and filled with doubts.
He didn't know if the Torch Dragon was the Candle Dragon that he knew.
If it was the Candle Dragon, it would be terrifying.
The Candle Dragon was the most terrifying divine beast in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
In fact, in the orthodox ancient Daoist books, the Candle Dragon was the creator of everything in the world.
He controlled time and space, could return to the past, and could also go to the future. He knew everything and understood everything. When he opened his eyes, there would be day, and when he closed his eyes, there would be night. He was omnipotent and invisible.
"It doesn't matter if it's the Candle Dragon or not. Now that I've opened my Immortal Aperture, I can start cultivating the Ancient Godfiend Technique."
After thinking about it for a while, Ye Ping did not continue to dwell on that issue.
Regardless of whether the Torch Dragon was the Candle Dragon or not, it no longer mattered. It would naturally be better if it was.
What he had to do now was to cultivate the Ancient Godfiend Body Tempering Technique.
However, before doing those things …
Ye Ping glanced at the night sky and then added some stars on the rice paper in front of him.
It was just a simple addition, but the artistic conception changed instantly.
The painting was filled with endless darkness and gloom. As the stars appeared, there was a feeling of dispelling the clouds and seeing the blue sky.
Ye Ping was enlightened and the frustration in his heart disappeared. Naturally, the painting also became full of artistic conception.
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