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After returning to his room, Chu Chen finished washing up and began to sit cross-legged on the bed to cultivate the mysterious "Spirit Creation Technique". After cultivating for a few days, Chu Chen discovered that although the process of cultivating the Spirit Creation Technique was very slow, once this mysterious technique was activated, it did not only increase his spiritual energy. It increased his physical strength, thinking, energy, and other aspects of his body.
This was a comprehensive improvement. Just from this aspect alone, it was a little more brilliant than the "Spirit Attraction Technique" taught by Biquan Xianzong.
It was just that this set of cultivation method's consumption of medicinal pills was really, really, really too great.
Chu Chen frowned. The small bottle of medicinal pills that he had obtained three days ago was quickly consumed, but his cultivation did not have any obvious growth.
Eating these three medicinal pills today was like throwing a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood for his cultivation growth.
However, with the help of the "Spirit Gathering Pill", his speed had increased by at least five times, although it was still relatively slow.
According to this method of consuming medicinal pills, if he continued to cultivate the "Spirit Creation Technique", he was afraid that just relying on the remuneration of three first-grade medicinal pills a day was far from enough, although this remuneration was already very generous compared to other jobs.
In any case, to continue cultivating, it meant that he would need more and more Spirit Gathering Pills. Moreover, Chu Chen's time was still a little tight. After all, three months were just a snap of the fingers.
It seemed that he still had to try to let the little eagle doppelganger enter the Black Mist Valley to collect the spiritual herbs inside. Otherwise, his cultivation progress would be hopeless.
Thinking of this, Chu Chen cultivated and stabilized his realm. He slowly calmed his mind and spread out his consciousness in an instant. At the same time, in the Deadwood Eagle's nest above the Black Mist Valley in the distance, the little eagle flapped its wings and stood up in high spirits.
The little eagle's body grew extremely quickly. Entering the doppelganger again, Chu Chen discovered that his little eagle's body was not only one size bigger, but also some hard feathers had grown on its body. The originally fluffy little eagle had unknowingly gained a trace of the charm of an eagle.
After eating a few more pieces of eggshell, Chu Chen felt that his small body was filled with energy. However, at the same time, he realized that there was not much food left. If he ate all the eggshells, he would have to start foraging for food.
The food of this small eagle would definitely be different from the rest. There would always be a way when the time came. He would just have to take it one step at a time.
Chu Chen strolled to the edge of the eagle's nest. He looked down and hesitated for a moment. Then, he spread his newly formed wings and leaped into the air.
A strong sense of weightlessness struck his heart. In the next moment, a force fiercely caught his wings, causing his falling body to stop abruptly.
He was flying!
Chu Chen's heart surged with excitement. He flapped his wings and circled a few times in the air.
It was very difficult for ordinary people to feel this kind of feeling. This kind of feeling of flying freely in the sky, the feeling of the whole world becoming wider in an instant, was a kind of indescribable pride and touching feeling.
After excitedly trying to fly in the air for a while, Chu Chen remembered what he had to do. He identified the direction of the Black Fog Valley and flapped his wings vigorously to fly in that direction.
It was already very late at night. The whole world was covered in the color of ink. However, with Chu Chen's eyesight, even in the dark, he could clearly see things in the distance and would not get lost.
Almost in a moment, he arrived in front of the Black Fog Valley. A pungent smell lingered in his nose. It was the highly poisonous demonic fog of the Black Fog Valley. However, this fog had no effect on the little eagle.
Chu Chen frowned and paused for a moment. Then, his body shot into the valley like an arrow.
In an instant, the sky darkened, and an enormous pressure came crashing down. It was as if an invisible mountain was falling from the sky. Chu Chen's body was pressed to the ground by the enormous pressure.
What was going on? Could it be that it was impossible to fly in the Black Fog Valley?
Chu Chen, who had fallen at the mouth of the valley like a dead dog, was shocked. He struggled to get up and once again flapped his wings to sense, confirming his guess.
Now, he had completely entered the Black Fog Valley. However, in this strange place, although the demonic fog had no effect on him, the Void was filled with an omnipresent and terrifying pressure. This pressure made it impossible for him to fly. He could only walk forward step by step.
Moreover, with every step he took, the pressure in the Void became stronger. Even the little eagle doppelganger, who had copper skin and iron bones, felt a little overwhelmed.
"This damned place … When my soul left my body and traveled to the Immortal Mountain, I didn't know that there would be such a terrifying pressure now that my real body has entered! Sure enough … treasures are not so easy to obtain! "
Chu Chen raised his head slightly and looked into the distance.
In his vision, there was an ancient Immortal Mountain shrouded in layers of dark clouds far away. It was like an immortal monument, standing tall between heaven and earth and suppressing the four extremes and eight wastelands!
On the road leading to the ancient Immortal Mountain, pale-white bones could be seen everywhere, covering the entire ground. In the center of the bones, there were a few stalks of spiritual herbs scattered on the ground sporadically.
Chu Chen's pupils contracted slightly.
He noticed that within his field of vision, there was a storage ring that flickered with the glow of treasures and green light that was especially dazzling. It was lying quietly around 300m away from him without moving at all, and it emitted strands of righteous aura.
That was … that was the storage ring of the founder of the Biquan Xianzong Sect, Ancestor Biquan, the Azure Emperor Ring of Good Fortune!
Holy sh * t, it was only a thousand feet away!
The founder had prepared to enter the Black Fog Valley, so he must have prepared many good things in this "ring". Unfortunately, he had only entered a thousand feet before he died.
This … this was simply a gift that the founder had specially left for him. Since no one else could obtain it, it would be a waste if he didn't take it.
At this moment, Chu Chen seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. He stared at the pressure with extreme excitement and walked forward.
A thousand feet away … Once he crossed this thousand feet distance, he would be able to obtain the storage ring of the founder of the Biquan Xianzong Sect! Let's not talk about how many treasures there were inside.
Even the most inconspicuous treasures inside would inevitably cause a storm of blood if they were thrown out.
However, Chu Chen soon discovered that his thinking was too simple.
He had only taken a few steps, but the heavy pressure in the void was already oppressing him to the point that he almost couldn't bear it.
The rule of the Black Fog Valley was that the deeper one went, the greater the invisible pressure in the void. Without a certain level of cultivation, wanting to enter was tantamount to a fool's dream!
The short distance of a thousand feet was like an impassable natural moat at this moment, blocking Chu Chen's path!
After returning to his room, Chu Chen finished washing up and began to sit cross-legged on his bed to cultivate the mysterious "Spirit Creation Art". After cultivating for a few days, Chu Chen discovered that although the process of cultivating the Spirit Creation Art was very slow, once this mysterious technique was activated, it didn't just strengthen his spiritual energy. It strengthened his physical strength, thinking, energy, and other aspects of his body.
This was a comprehensive improvement. Just from this aspect alone, it was a little more brilliant than the "Spirit Attraction Art" taught by the Biquan Xianzong.
It was just that this set of cultivation method's consumption of medicinal pills was really, really, really too great.
Chu Chen frowned. The small bottle of medicinal pills that he obtained from boiling medicine three days ago was quickly consumed, but his cultivation didn't have any obvious growth.
Eating these three medicinal pills today was like throwing a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood when it came to the growth of his cultivation.
However, with the help of the "Spirit Gathering Pill", his speed had increased by at least five times, although it was still relatively slow.
According to this method of consuming medicinal pills, if he continued to cultivate the "Spirit Creation Art", he was afraid that just relying on the remuneration of three first-grade medicinal pills a day was far from enough. Although this remuneration was already very generous compared to other jobs.
In any case, if he wanted to continue cultivating, it meant that he would need more and more Spirit Gathering Pills. Moreover, Chu Chen's time was still a little tight. After all, three months were just a snap of the fingers.
It seemed that he still had to try to let the small eagle doppelganger enter the Black Mist Valley to collect the spiritual herbs inside. Otherwise, his cultivation progress would be hopeless.
Thinking of this, Chu Chen cultivated and stabilized his realm. He slowly calmed his mind and his consciousness spread out in an instant. At the same time, in the Deadwood Eagle's nest above the Black Mist Valley in the distance, the small eagle flapped its wings and stood up in high spirits.
The small eagle's body grew extremely quickly. Entering the doppelganger again, Chu Chen discovered that his small eagle's body was not only one size bigger, but also some hard feathers had grown on its body. The originally fluffy small eagle had unknowingly gained a trace of the charm of a male eagle.
After eating a few more eggshells, he felt that his small body was full of strength. However, at the same time, Chu Chen also discovered that there was not much food left. If he ate all the eggshells, he was afraid that he would have to start foraging for food.
The food of this mutated small eagle was bound to be different from the rest. There would always be a way when the cart reached the mountain. He would have to take it one step at a time.
Chu Chen strolled to the edge of the eagle's nest. Looking down, he hesitated for a moment. Then, his newly formed wings stretched out slightly and he suddenly jumped.
A strong sense of weightlessness suddenly attacked his heart. In the next moment, a force fiercely supported his wings, causing his falling body to come to a sudden stop.
He was flying!
Chu Chen's heart surged with excitement. He flapped his wings forcefully and circled freely in the void a few times.
It was very difficult for ordinary people to experience this kind of feeling. This feeling of flying freely in the sky, the feeling of the whole world expanding in an instant, was an indescribable feeling of pride and emotion.
After excitedly flying in the sky for a while, Chu Chen remembered the important matter at hand. He identified the direction of the Black Mist Valley and vigorously flapped his wings to fly in that direction.
It was already very late at night, and the whole world was covered in the color of ink. However, with Chu Chen's eyesight, even in the dark of night, he could clearly see things in the distance and would not get lost.
Almost in a moment, he arrived in front of the Black Mist Valley. A pungent smell lingered in his nose. It was the highly poisonous demonic fog of the Black Mist Valley. However, this fog had no effect on the small eagle.
Frowning, Chu Chen paused for a moment. Then, his body shot in like an arrow.
In an instant, the sky darkened. An incomparably huge pressure suddenly came crashing down, as if an invisible mountain was toppling down from the void. Chu Chen's body was pressed to the ground by this huge force.
What was going on? Could it be that it was impossible to fly in the Black Mist Valley?
Chu Chen, who had fallen at the mouth of the valley like a dead dog, was shocked. He struggled to get up and once again flapped his wings to sense, confirming his guess.
Now, he had completely entered the Black Mist Valley. However, in this strange place, although the demonic fog had no effect on him, the void was filled with an omnipresent and terrifying pressure. This pressure made it impossible for him to fly. He could only walk forward step by step.
Moreover, with every step he took, the pressure in the void became stronger. Even the small eagle doppelganger, who had copper skin and iron bones, felt a little overwhelmed.
"This damned place … When my soul left my body and traveled to the Immortal Mountain, I didn't know that there would be such a terrifying pressure now that my real body has entered! Sure enough … treasures are not so easy to obtain! "
Chu Chen raised his head slightly and looked into the distance.
In his field of vision, there was an ancient Immortal Mountain shrouded in layers of dark clouds in the distance. It was like an immortal monument, towering between heaven and earth and suppressing the four extremes and eight wastelands!
On the road leading to the ancient Immortal Mountain, pale-white bones could be seen everywhere, covering the entire ground. In the center of the bones, there were a few stalks of spiritual herbs scattered on the ground sporadically.
Chu Chen's pupils contracted slightly.
He noticed that within his field of vision, there was a storage ring that flickered with the glow of treasures and green light that was especially dazzling. It was lying quietly around 300m away from him, motionless, and emitted strands of righteous aura.
That was … that was the storage ring of the founder of the Biquan Xianzong Sect, Ancestor Biquan, the Azure Emperor Ring of Good Fortune!
Holy sh * t, it was only a thousand feet away!
The founder of the Biquan Xianzong Sect had prepared to enter the Black Mist Valley, so he must have prepared many good things in this "ring". Unfortunately, he had only entered a thousand feet before he died.
This … this was simply a gift that the founder had specially left for him. Since no one else could obtain it, it would be a waste if he didn't take it.
At this moment, Chu Chen seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. He stared at the pressure with extreme excitement and walked forward.
A thousand feet away … once he crossed this thousand feet distance, he would be able to obtain the storage ring of the founder of the Biquan Xianzong Sect! Let's not talk about how many treasures there were inside.
Even the most inconspicuous treasures inside would definitely cause a storm of blood if they were to be thrown out.
But soon, Chu Chen discovered that he had been too naive.
He had only taken a few steps, but the heavy pressure in the void was already oppressing him to the point that he almost couldn't bear it.
The rule of the Black Mist Valley was that the deeper one went, the greater the invisible pressure in the void. Without a certain level of cultivation, wanting to enter was tantamount to a fool's dream!
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