The Seven Immortal Flood Dragons happily took Zhu Minglang to stroll around the Rainbow Luster Divine Soil.
Zhu Minglang realized that his previous stroll was completely different from what the Seven Immortal Flood Dragons had seen when they were leading the way.
The places he had walked through before were endless colorful swamps. Apart from the gorgeous colors, there was nothing else. After looking at it for a long time, it was inevitable that he would feel tired.
When the Seven Immortal Flood Dragons took him around, Zhu Minglang saw many different colored lakes. These colored lakes were clean and holy. The water was like the melting snow of the Heavenly Mountains. The colored sand was as clean as jewels and pearls. When he looked down a little, he could see the bottom of the lake at a glance. At the same time, he could see schools of fish swimming in the lake. They were so clean that it felt like they were swimming in the air!
Some Fish Spirits glowed with fluorescent light, like painted lanterns. Some Lake Grass was like a floral carpet, neatly spread out. The Immortal Qi that lingered around this place was no longer so repulsive. It would gather together on its own, and then float into one's nose and throat like fresh air. One's entire body would be cleansed by the extreme cleanliness of this place. One would forget pain, anger, and agitation would also be soothed.
It was like a door had been pushed open.
What he saw just now was completely different from what the Seven Immortal Flood Dragons had seen.
Now, Zhu Minglang believed that this was the place where the gods used to live. He also felt the extraordinariness of this divine soil.
"Can I cultivate here?" Zhu Minglang asked the Seven Immortal Flood Dragons.
The Seven Immortal Flood Dragons nodded, indicating that he was very welcome.
If it wasn't for the fact that this place was deserted, Zhu Minglang really wanted to build a mansion in this divine soil and live here for a long time. He believed that after immersing himself in it for eight to ten years, he would be truly invincible in the world when he came out again.
Unfortunately, this was not Zhu Minglang's cultivation method.
He was still more obsessed with the mortal world. He had friends, family, and partners …
However, when he really needed to concentrate on cultivation and needed to be alone to plan his cultivation path, this place was indeed the most perfect place to recuperate.
The distracting thoughts in his heart slowly dissipated. Zhu Minglang knew that these distracting thoughts had something to do with the Heart Demon.
He was not a pure virtuous cultivator. And even if he was a virtuous cultivator, upright and plainspoken, he would still be trapped by his own Dao. Zhu Minglang thought back to that messy dream. Now he was very sure that it was his own heart demon.
Furthermore, he had killed the Battle Sage back then, which had also created some inner demons.
The inner demon wanted to control everything, possess everything, and enjoy everything.
The Inner Demon wanted him to do whatever he wanted, and wanted him to be lost in his current glory and power.
If he was a greenhorn, if he had just left the Remote Mountain Sword Sect and had not experienced the ups and downs of life, Zhu Minglang would indeed have been easily swayed by his inner demons. But now, he had matured too much … He already knew clearly what he wanted. What obsession with beauties, what love for money and dragons, they all came from his own heart. There was really no need for inner demons to sway him, to make him feel that he could still be saved, and that he could still be a gentleman.
Cultivating without any distractions was the most effective at this time.
Zhu Minglang quietly absorbed the rich spiritual energy in the Rainbow Godly Soil. At the same time, he was thinking about some sword wills that he had never tried before.
Stegosaurus danced in the sky in front of Zhu Minglang. Whatever sword diagram Zhu Minglang drew in his mind, Stegosaurus would draw the same sword path.
The other dragons were not idle either. They all lay in the places with the densest spiritual energy. Nüwa curled up her alluring body and sat beside Zhu Minglang. She clasped her hands together and softly chanted some ancient language.
The Smelting Black Dragon breathed in and out. It did not know why, but every time it breathed in, some of the impurities in its body would be removed. After exhaling those impurities, it felt its body become much lighter.
Little Bai Qi occupied Zhu Minglang's shoulder. It yawned and used its dragon tail to catch some small fish in the Rainbow Lake.
The Yama Dragon and the Heaven Fiend Dragon did not like this kind of overly sacred place. In the Spirit Realm, they only absorbed the spiritual energy gathered from Zhu Minglang's body.
The little Golden Dragon seemed to have discovered a wonderful paradise. It ran around the Rainbow Godly Soil and chased after the beautiful lake spirits when it saw them.
The Peach Demon Deer Dragon lay obediently beside Nüwa. It learned from Nüwa and focused on cultivating. Its body also slowly emitted a divine aura.
This state allowed Zhu Minglang to gain some understanding of the sword realm.
That day when they drank, Zhu Minglang also asked Linghu Ling about the sword realm.
Zhu Minglang did not know if there was a next level to the sword realm.
Using the wind as the gravel, using heaven and earth as the furnace …
If there was a next level of the sword realm, what would it be? What kind of power would it have?
Moreover, there was one thing that Zhu Minglang did not understand.
The sword realm that he had learned since he was young was obviously a very advanced Swordsman system. In the Dragon Gate, Zhu Minglang rarely had any opponents who were at the same cultivation level as him because of these two levels of the sword realm. It seemed to be very easy for him to learn some extremely difficult sword techniques. It was as if all changes were within the sword realm.
…
Zhu Minglang did not know whether time was passing or not.
He was comprehending it bit by bit.
At the same time, he recalled the bits and pieces of his sword practice.
For some reason, Zhu Minglang felt that the useless sword intent that he had practiced in the past was like a perfect bridge in his current realm. It prevented him from stepping on empty ground while advancing in the realm. It also prevented him from realizing that he had chosen the wrong path while flying.
Everything seemed to have been laid out in advance.
Zhu Minglang opened his eyes. He vaguely felt that he had oversimplified some things.
He thought of a person in a simple but elegant Taoist robe with long hair tied up with a wooden hairpin. She wielded her sword in ice and snow, but she seemed to be colder than ice and snow.
After he abandoned the Swordsman, he could see only disappointment in her eyes …
Zhu Minglang had a lot of doubts before.
But now Zhu Minglang could probably understand the reason for her disappointment and indifference.
The master who taught him the sword realm seemed to have taught him the sword intent of the Divine Realm.
It was a pity that Zhu Minglang had never seen her again after they met that time.
The road of cultivation was long. He did not know when they would meet again.
Zhu Minglang might not have the Inner Demon.
But this was one of the problems.
…
Calming down did not mean that he would not think about anything.
Instead, his heart was as calm as still water as he thought about the things that had once made him emotional. Whether it was gratitude, grudges, or disputes, he no longer carried his own paranoid and childish thoughts. He only thought about the past and even evaluated it as a third party.
Calmly smoothing out the waves of the past was also a kind of cultivation. It trained one's state of mind.
Zhu Minglang did not know how long he had stayed in the sacred soil. When he thought that it was time to leave, he chose to leave. Although everything here invited him to continue to cultivate here, Zhu Minglang knew that he was not the kind of person who would stay idle.
After leaving the Colorful Sacred Soil, Zhu Minglang did not stay in Baize for long.
When Zhu Minglang looked up at his Source of Fortune, he found that the purple aura of the Source of Fortune had faded. Obviously, the cultivation in the Colorful Sacred Soil this time was a reward from God.
Zhu Minglang returned to the Xuan Ge Divine Capital.
Xuan Ge God Capital was dazzling and magnificent, and the atmosphere of the fireworks was even more intimate. Zhu Minglang threw away the thought of being an old monk in an ancient well, and plunged headlong into the rolling world of mortals. There was only one word in his mind, how fragrant!
Good wine and good food, right and wrong, gratitude and grudges. He tasted them one by one and settled them one by one!
"Crow, do you see that tall and thin guy? He likes to wear black clothes like you." Zhu Minglang pointed at a person and said to Baize Crow.
"I see him, I see him. Yang Void and Mo Sheng. This kind of person has the most tricks up his sleeves!" Baize Crow said excitedly.
"He is a Righteous God and is ostentatious. He should be at the Divine Lord level. Use whatever methods you have on me. If I see him walking around in front of me in the next few days, I will cook you into crow soup and feed you to the dogs!" Zhu Minglang said to Baize Crow.
"Don't worry, other Righteous Gods may have some Yang Luck to protect them. This person's Dao Heart is unstable and his Devil Heart is disturbed. I'm afraid that his Righteous God position was not obtained in a proper manner. Moreover, he has done many shady things that are not worthy of God's favor. They say that if you don't do anything wrong during the day, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night. Hehe, this guy has done too many bad things. He is the first one to fall! "Baize Crow was not afraid of ghosts and gods.
What Tian Shu High God? In Baize Crow's eyes, he was just an unlucky guy. He could make him lose sleep at night with just a few tricks!
"The one next to him is called Pang Lang. You also take good care of him for me." Zhu Minglang said.
"No problem. I see that they look like they are going to visit a brothel. I will give them a Chicken Powerless First!"
"…" Zhu Minglang turned around. He did not want to know this dirty crow for the time being.
"They can forget about having fun tonight. After that, I will give them a Diarrhea Spell …" Baize Crow said.
"Crow, I don't think you are doing your job well. Based on your jargon, it seems like you have come to the Human Realm many times to spy on them." Zhu Minglang said.
"Hehe, Exalted Immortal, Baize is a forbidden area after all. Although there are many Ancient level existences, it is indeed very boring. You also know my ability. As long as my little ones see something or hear something, they will form a consensus with me. Therefore, I actually have many spies in this world. Occasionally, I will also make fun of some unlucky people …" The Baize crow said slyly.
"What have you done?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Nothing much. I just made some ladies who pretend to be ladies during the day and messed around with their servants at night accidentally get pregnant. I made men who did not return at night meet Yang Sucking Demonesses in the middle of the night. I also made couples who flaunted their love in front of everyone stop contacting each other …" Baize Crow said.
Zhu Minglang began to wonder if his life would be shortened if he served this dirty crow!
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