After a night of writing, Zhuo Bufan had completed one-fifth of his thesis! After all, a thesis was a lengthy one. If one didn't write at least tens of thousands of words, it wouldn't be called a thesis, but an essay.
Therefore, Zhuo Bufan would need at least half a month to complete this thesis.
He placed the completed draft into the drawer of his desk.
Unknowingly, a ray of light appeared on the horizon.
"I need to step into the Yang Realm as soon as possible!"
Zhuo Bufan pondered for a night and finally understood why he couldn't obtain the talisman behind the door. It was because his soul wasn't strong enough.
Now, he was in a race with Lan Miaoren and Shang Xingdao to see who would obtain the talisman first.
Rummaging through the items in the storage ring, Zhuo Bufan found a Nascent Sun cultivation scripture — Heavenly Reflection Scripture.
This scripture was packaged and sold to him by the old profiteer. It was carefully labeled as a Nascent Sun cultivator.
At this moment, Zhuo Bufan desperately wanted to raise his soul to the third level.
Divine Soul entering Yang was the most important stage of cultivating a Pure Yang Divine Soul. The so-called cultivation of the soul was to cultivate the Yin Spirit to the Yang Spirit stage.
Obtaining a strand of pure Yang allowed the Yin Spirit to travel in the daytime without fear of Yang Qi. The consciousness of the soul would become more outstanding, and the understanding of talismans would reach a higher level.
The main content of the Heavenly Reflection Scripture was to cultivate the strand of pure Yang Qi into the soul and strengthen the soul.
However, the Heavenly Reflection Scripture only focused on the midday sun. At that time, Yang Qi would be at its peak and would be considered pure Yang.
The scripture also had strict requirements for the location of cultivation. It stated that the peak of the mountains, the peak of the suns, an open space with no cover. The Heavenly Reflection Scripture would be at its peak, and the Yang Qi would be at its peak.
It meant that it had to be at the top of the mountain, in an open space without any cover. It had to allow the midday sun to shine on the soul. Furthermore, it only lasted for fifteen minutes.
If it didn't succeed, it could only be continued the next day. First of all, this requirement was already a little harsh. However, Zhuo Bufan couldn't care less. His mind was only focused on improving his soul to the Nascent Sun stage.
"If we were to talk about the tallest place in Flaming Cloud City, it would be the floating city where the City Lord Residence is located. However, ordinary people can't go to that kind of place. "
"Ten miles away from Flaming Cloud City, there is a tall mountain called Flaming Cloud Mountain. However, Fire Cloud Mountain is where the Fire Cloud Gate, one of the thirty-six righteous sects, is located. That place won't do either. "
"After thinking about it, I'm afraid that I can only go to the nameless mountain behind the Talisman Castle."
After pondering for a while, Zhuo Bufan decided to head to the nameless mountain peak. He might have forgotten that he still had classes today.
…
"Da da da, where's the rice bucket that was originally sitting here?"
Today, Lan Miaoren took a ruler and walked into the classroom. When she arrived, she found that Zhuo Bufan's seat was empty.
"That good-for-nothing didn't come." Huang Haotian crossed his arms and complained.
When Lan Miaoren heard this, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes. Lan Miaoren's intuition told her that there must be a reason why Zhuo Bufan didn't come. Perhaps he was studying the fluctuations of that light.
"Hehe, you even dare to skip my class. You must be tired of living."
After Lan Miaoren finished speaking, she scanned the entire classroom and narrowed her eyes in anger. "All of you, have you comprehended the Dazzling Light Talisman?"
The group of people's souls trembled and couldn't help but become nervous. It was obvious that this demoness was angry.
…
Zhuo Bufan skipped class because he had more important things to do.
He came to the nameless mountain behind the Talisman Castle. The mountain path was rugged and steep, and there was a stone platform at the top of the mountain.
After seeing the stone platform, Zhuo Bufan knew that people often came here to cultivate.
On the side of the stone platform, there were traces of Peacefulness Incense.
"It seems like this place is a cultivation treasure ground. There is a saying in cultivation, magic, wealth, companionship, and land. This cultivation treasure ground is very important. "
"Since someone has cultivated here, it means that this place is a good place for cultivation."
Zhuo Bufan, who was wearing a white robe with golden edges, walked to the stone platform and sat down cross-legged.
The stone platform was circular in shape and was near the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain. Below the cliff was the entire Flaming Cloud City. And below it was the Talisman Castle that he was in.
"Save!"
Zhuo Bufan hadn't saved for a while. His intuition told him that it was necessary to save now.
The current saving situation of the three doors was:
Nameless Mountain, Talisman Castle, Mass Grave.
After saving, Zhuo Bufan looked at the sun in the sky.
It wasn't noon yet, so Zhuo Bufan didn't plan on cultivating. He just opened the Heavenly Reflection Scripture and carefully studied the insights of the Heavenly Reflection Scripture.
After reading it twice, Zhuo Bufan had a rough understanding of the cultivation method of the Heavenly Reflection Scripture.
The cultivation method of the Heavenly Reflection Scripture was to "Capture Yang".
Capture a strand of pure Yang Qi from noon into the soul and fuse it. Then the skin and facial features would be revealed. Only when the Yin Spirit had Yang Qi could it have clear facial features.
Now, Zhuo Bufan's Divine Soul was in the form of a dark human figure, just like the man in black in Conan. It was pitch-black, and it looked a little scary.
As time passed, the sun rose above his head.
Zhuo Bufan put down the Heavenly Reflection Scripture and took out a Peacefulness Incense from his storage ring. He inserted it into a crack in the soil and lit up the nine-inch orange incense.
Wisps of green smoke slowly floated out.
"I only have fifteen minutes, I have to make good use of it."
Zhuo Bufan looked at the sun in the sky and noticed the shadow of the Peacefulness Incense beside him.
When the Peacefulness Incense's shadow completely overlapped with the root, Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes.
"Soul, Astral Projection!"
Zhuo Bufan drove his soul out of his body. The moment his soul left his body, it suddenly came into contact with the scorching sunlight.
"Ahhhhh!"
Zhuo Bufan screamed. Under the direct rays of the sun, his Yin Spirit began to turn into white smoke bit by bit, and then dissipated.
"Damn it, I forgot that the Yin Spirit has to face the sunlight directly. This is going to kill me!"
Zhuo Bufan was clearly not prepared. Exposing the Yin Spirit to the sunlight was equivalent to exposing a vampire to the sun.
The Yin Spirit was afraid of light!
It was precisely because of this fear of light that one had to cultivate to the Yang Realm. Only at this realm would one's soul not be afraid of light and be able to roam freely, regardless of whether it was day or night.
"It's over!"
Zhuo Bufan was in no mood to cultivate further. He was already dying from the scorching sunlight.
Fifteen minutes of cultivation was like fifteen minutes of torture for him.
It felt like a bucket of oil had been poured over his body and set him on fire. It was so painful that he wished he was dead.
…
"Huff … Huff … Huff … Huff …"
"Soul … Return to its position!"
The Peacefulness Incense had burned out and Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The first thing he did was to return his soul to its position. However, his soul had suffered serious damage from the exposure to the sunlight.
"The cultivation of the Yang Realm is indeed not simple."
Zhuo Bufan lay on the stone platform with his arms and legs spread out. At this moment, he was dizzy and had a splitting headache.
At this moment, the sound of urgent footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the mountain peak.
"Oh no, someone is coming."
Zhuo Bufan hurriedly got up from the ground and hid behind a pile of rocks.
Before he could recover, he saw a group of people in white martial arts attire arrive at the mountain peak.
Zhuo Bufan looked through the cracks in the rocks and saw the five people. He couldn't help but frown and exclaim, "People from the Four Seasons Mountain River?"
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