Under the eaves, one had no choice but to lower one's head.
Zhou Luan had the Golden Demon-Binding Rope given to her by Lei Yan Zhenren. She didn't want to be tied up, so she could only listen obediently.
It was easy to change his crown and robe, and he quickly changed into a full set.
Zhou Luan sized him up. "This looks better. You're almost as good as the Twelfth Uncle."
Wang Daoyuan naturally understood her thoughts. He used to be the Blood Shadow Hall Master, and Wang Daoyuan was a Golden Core disciple. Their statuses were similar.
Later on, Wang Daoyuan became a Duke, and could be considered the ruler of a country.
Lei Yan Zhenren broke through the Yuanying, and he became a Yuanying disciple.
Although the Blood Shadow Hall Master's status was high, it didn't sound good.
She felt that she wasn't good enough for Wang Daoyuan, and her bad habit of worrying about personal gains and losses acted up again.
Now, she was the Princess of Zhou, and the leader of Immortal Chi Luan.
Her status was comparable to that of the direct disciples of the four top forces, and she was completely worthy of Wang Daoyuan. Naturally, she had to show off.
Zhou Luan said to Wang Mingchen, who was in her arms, "Look who this is."
Wang Mingchen looked at Wang Daoyuan's appearance and couldn't move his eyes away. He shouted, "Father."
Wang Daoyuan also smiled. "This dog is really smart. No matter how much I teased you outside, you wouldn't call me father.
Now that you've changed into this, you know how to call me father.
Don't be envious, I'll pass this on to you in the future. "
Wang Mingchen nodded his head as if he understood what he said.
The little guy's muscles and bones grew very quickly, and his endurance was also very strong. Wang Daoyuan and Zhou Luan let him practice some earthly martial arts first.
Although he was less than a year old, he was still quite good at gesturing.
Wang Daoyuan also had to make preparations for leaving Beiyuan Xiuxian. First, he used all kinds of methods to improve himself.
For example, the Golden Roc Wrestling Dragon Technique was an inheritance left behind by Golden Roc Divine Lord. It was naturally extremely profound.
In terms of the accompanying escape techniques, the few escape techniques that Wang Daoyuan had mastered could not even compare.
There was also the Concealment Devil Art that he had obtained from the Spirit Devouring Avatar. Although it had been improved, it was still not perfect.
He still needed to work hard to improve it to the point where it could evade the detection of cultivators of the same level.
As for the Doppelganger Soul Nurturing Technique, although he had the support of the Devouring Spirit Inheritance, it was extremely difficult to modify the technique.
What's more, this was a Divine Sense cultivation method. If he wasn't careful, it could cause damage to his soul.
He already had enough divided souls. He didn't need to use them to fight, so there was no need for him to take this risk.
There was also the Sword Cultivator Legacy. He had to cultivate it to the point of becoming one with the sword as soon as possible.
After all, the inheritances of the White Tiger Blade were the most powerful attacks aside from those trump cards.
Moreover, Sword Cultivators were especially swift in their attacks. It was very easy for them to kill with a single strike.
In addition to the improvement of his personal strength, he also had to prepare the tools to go out to sea.
The Qixing Sea Xiuxian Community was definitely not close to Beiyuan Xiuxian. Otherwise, there would be rumors of the Qixing Sea Xiuxian Community in Beiyuan.
The journey between the two cultivation worlds was definitely not something that Yuanying or even Soul Formation cultivators would be willing to travel easily.
It was obviously not reliable to fly over.
With Wang Daoyuan's current cultivation, flying at a normal speed of 50,000 to 60,000 kilometers would consume most of his spiritual power.
Any danger could appear on the sea. He had to ensure that he had enough combat power.
He had to stop to recover after flying for 10,000 to 20,000 kilometers at a time.
Even if he had the space of the spiritual orb and various resources to provide spiritual power.
But if he kept flying, his Divine Sense and body would not be able to withstand it.
Where could he rest on the vast sea?
Back then, the Ten Thousand Corpse Spiritual Master was able to escape because he was extremely lucky and found a relatively safe path.
The route that Wang Daoyuan obtained from the Canghai Observation Record was only a general direction.
The Ten Thousand Corpse Spiritual Master did not record in detail what dangers were on this route or how he avoided them.
In the future, he still had to make a trip to the Netherworld Secret Realm to get information from him.
It would be very difficult to solve all these things without thirty to fifty years.
No matter how many things there were, he still had to do them one by one.
Becoming one with the sword depended on luck. There was no need to spend time on it now.
When he cultivated to the peak of the Golden Core Realm, he still had to go to the Taiyi Sword Sect to help repair the Taiyi Divine Sword.
That was the holy land of Sword Cultivators in Beiyuan Xiuxian. There were many Sword Cultivator experts. If he comprehended becoming one with the sword there, it would naturally be twice the result with half the effort.
For now, it was better to cultivate this relatively complete Golden Roc Wrestling Dragon Technique.
The inheritance left behind by the Golden Roc Divine Lord after he broke through to the Soul Formation Realm was naturally extremely brilliant.
However, Wang Daoyuan had already cultivated the Dharma spells left behind during the Yuanying period, so it was not difficult for him to get started.
In two or three days, he condensed the Golden Roc's shadow.
The accompanying feather blades, dragon capturing claws, wing blades, and the Golden Roc Flight Technique were also not difficult to learn.
In the beast skin book sent by the Zhou Nation, these Dharma spells were recorded very completely.
In just half a month, Wang Daoyuan had mastered all these Dharma spells.
However, just being able to use them was far from enough.
Dharma spells of Fourth Level and above could not be extremely lethal just by condensing the Golden Roc's shadow.
They also had to rely on the divine beast's charm to unleash their true power.
In Wang Daoyuan's Purple Mansion Anomaly, there was no Golden Roc.
Previously, he did not spend much effort to comprehend the Golden Roc's charm.
The power of these Dharma spells now was not as good as using the Azure Dragon's charm to cast any of the Dharma spells that came with the True Dragon Body Tempering Technique.
Without the Purple Mansion Anomaly, it was still somewhat difficult to comprehend the Golden Roc's charm with just the Golden Roc True Form Illustration.
However, Wang Daoyuan was very experienced in comprehending the Golden Roc's charm, so he was not at a loss.
Although he did not have the Golden Roc's phenomenon, he had the Vermilion Bird's phenomenon.
The Roc was also considered a variant of the Phoenix Race and had similarities with the Vermilion Bird.
He drew out a wisp of Grand Unity Golden Flames and condensed the Golden Roc's shadow.
Then, he imitated the Vermilion Bird's charm and referred to the Golden Roc True Form Illustration to improve.
More than four years later, Wang Daoyuan was cultivating in his cave abode.
In his sea of consciousness, a silver Roc was flying up and down.
Suddenly, the Roc let out a sharp cry.
The golden feather that had returned from patrol was resting on a tree near Wang Daoyuan's cave abode.
When it heard the cry, it was frightened out of its wits.
It quickly flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
Wang Daoyuan was overjoyed. A cry could have such a deterrent force. It must have comprehended the Roc's charm.
Then, he began to try to use the feather blade without condensing the Golden Roc's shadow.
After cultivating for more than ten days, he successfully condensed the feather blade.
He had now condensed 300 feather blades. Each feather blade was more than a foot long.
If these 300 feather blades were shot out together, it would be enough to kill the Myriad Spirit Sect's Netherwater Black Turtle outside the water.
If he continued to cultivate, the feather blades would become fewer and fewer.
The length of each feather blade would also become smaller and smaller.
This way, he could concentrate the power to a point. Under the situation where the overall power did not change, the more concentrated the power, the stronger the penetrative power.
When dealing with experts, especially those demon beasts with rough skin and thick flesh, the killing effect would be more obvious.
Then, he cultivated the other three Dharma spells that came with the Golden Roc Wrestling Dragon technique. The most important one was the Golden Roc Flight technique.
Now, he could use it out of thin air. Its speed was the fastest among the escape techniques that he had mastered.
After a few years, Wang Mingchen was already five years old.
Over the years, he had eaten a lot of good food.
There was the breast milk of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, Zhou Luan, and the meat soup of a Rank Four demon beast.
The honey of the Soul Chasing Bee and Rank One and Rank Two spirit grains were all freely available.
Now, his physical strength was much stronger than that of an ordinary ten-year-old child. When Wang Daoyuan first started cultivating, he was far inferior to him.
In terms of intelligence, he was also a little stronger than his peers, but not to the extent that it was ridiculous.
After all, humans were known for their intelligence. It was not easy to surpass others.
With his current physical strength, he could start cultivating.
Under the watch of two late-stage Golden Core cultivators, Wang Mingchen cultivated the Meridian Unlocking Technique.
Three hours later, Wang Mingchen cultivated a wisp of spirit qi and officially embarked on the path of cultivation.
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