The injuries from the Fire Spirit's attack were healed.
The state of mind that was invaded by the chaotic force was calmed.
After a long time, Ning Fan gently exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi. He waved his palm and took out a fiery red demon core, his eyes sparkling.
"Fire Spirit Demon Core … Demon Core is something that human cultivators can never consume directly. They can only refine it into a pill and consume it. However, the Five Spirit Demon Core is an exception … Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth are the five Origin Spirits. If they develop intelligence and become demons, their demon cores can be consumed directly by cultivators. However, there's a cultivation base restriction … If a cultivator wants to consume the Five Spirit Demon Core, his cultivation base must be at least one realm higher than the owner of the demon core …"
Ning Fan fell into silence. The Fire Spirit Demon Core in front of him was a type of Five Spirit Demon Core. It was sought after by countless peak Gold Core and even Nascent Soul cultivators. If his true body were to refine it, he would be devoured by the demon core due to his insufficient cultivation base. Moreover, even if his true body could refine the demon core, his magical power had already reached the peak before the Core Formation realm and couldn't advance any further …
Ning Fan let out a sigh and suddenly thought of something.
If he couldn't refine it, could his black-clothed incarnation refine it?
The black-clothed incarnation's strength was the same as his true body's spirit sense, which was at the half-step Nascent Soul realm. Plus, it could be separated from his body … If he stayed in the ninth level of Dark Sparrow's Grave to refine the Fire Spirit Demon Core, he might be able to reach the Nascent Soul realm in the grave!
Stay in the grave and break through to the Nascent Soul realm! Ultimately, the strength of the incarnation came from the power of spirit sense. There were small bottlenecks in the improvement of spirit sense, but not as big as the bottleneck of Core Formation realm … With the help of so many Fire Spirit Demon Cores, three months would be enough for his spirit sense to break through to the Nascent Soul realm! When his spirit sense broke through to the Nascent Soul realm, his black-clothed incarnation would possess the strength of a Nascent Soul realm expert and sweep across Yue Country!
Ning Fan's eyes flickered. If his spirit sense reached the Nascent Soul realm, even if his cultivation base hadn't reached Core Formation realm, his black-clothed incarnation would have the strength to fight against a true Nascent Soul realm expert!
But immediately, his eyes revealed a trace of doubt … there were two safety issues that he had to consider.
First of all, the black-clothed cultivator swallowed the Fire Spirit Demon Core in the mouth of the volcano. Under the might of the Fourth Grade Fire Spirit, the spiritual Qi would be overwhelming and it would definitely increase the chances of him forming his Nascent Soul. Ming Luo's hostility towards Ning Fan had decreased a lot. However, it was because it was unpredictable. of Ming Luo's heart. but he couldn't guarantee that Ming Luo would not change his mind and attack.
There was a solution to this problem … He still had a trace of his True Soul with him. He had Ning. He had with him. Soul. When he, he of it. He said that he wanted the True Soul, but he did not promise to return the True Soul to Ming Luo after he cured Bright Sparrow!
He was afraid that Ming Luo would ask for his True Soul before leaving the Dark Sparrow's Grave. Ning Fan would leisurely stand in the first level of the Dark Sparrow's Grave in the teleportation formation, bargaining with Ming Luo's Vein Opening clone, exchanging his True Soul for some benefits.
Ming Luo had launched a sneak attack on Ning Fan and Ning Fan had tricked him once.
But later on, Ming Luo activated the Ming Luo Illusion Realm for Ning Fan. This matter could be considered as offsetting the previous sneak attack. As for Ning Fan, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he would be too embarrassed to threaten Ming Luo at this moment.
The last bit of use of this true soul was gone … but if he didn't return it to Ming Luo for the time being, it could be used as a safeguard for his clone in the Dark Sparrow's Grave … then, this true soul would still be of great use!
In this way, the problem of the black-clothed incarnation's safety in forming his nascent soul had been solved … however, leaving half of his incarnation in Dark Sparrow's Grave and leaving only his white-clothed incarnation … three months later, when Extreme Yin Gate attacked Ning City, it would be hard for him to contend against Old Devil Purple Yin and the others with just his white-clothed incarnation.
The white-clothed incarnation inherited his cultivation base and physical body while the black-clothed incarnation inherited his sea of consciousness and sword sense.
If the black-clothed remained in Dark Sparrow's Grave, the white-clothed incarnation could still sense him with spirit sense, but he wouldn't be able to use the heaven defying means of sword sense. If the black-clothed could break through to Nascent Soul realm before Extreme Yin Gate attacked, he might be able to reverse the situation. But if the black-clothed encountered an accident after breaking through to Nascent Soul realm, he would have to use his peak Harmonious Spirit cultivation base to contend against Old Devil Purple Yin's half-step Nascent Soul strength.
Ning Fan's spirit sense swept across the volcano and his eyes wrinkled. The volcano that was burning with the Fourth Grade Spiritual Fire had started to extinguish because of Black Robe's massacre of the fire spirits. He didn't know how many thousands or tens of thousands of them had been killed, but he only managed to obtain a few hundred demon cores. If he missed this chance to enter seclusion, there wouldn't be such a good place for seclusion anymore. Not every place under the heavens had a Fourth Grade Spirit Fire waiting for him!
After all, a small Fourth Grade Spirit Fire could be sold at a sky-high price in the outside world!
"The fire of this volcano isn't fire, but demonic energy. It can't be brought out of Dark Sparrow's Grave and began to extinguish after the fire spirits were killed. If I miss this chance, it will be extremely difficult for the black-clothed to break through to Nascent Soul realm. If I let the black-clothed form his nascent soul, the white-clothed will have to face a lot of dangers."
"Fine, I'll make a compromise. The black-clothed will form his nascent soul here and the white-clothed will leave Dark Sparrow's Grave and return to Ning City. If the black-clothed hasn't formed his nascent soul when Ning City is attacked, I'll give up this chance and let the black-clothed return to Ning City! "
Ning Fan made up his mind and immediately patted the top of his head. With a flash of brilliance, the black-clothed incarnation was separated from the black-clothed incarnation.
The black-clothed incarnation and the white-clothed incarnation had a tacit understanding. He took all the demon cores and went straight to the extinguishing volcano with a trace of demonic soul.
As for the white-clothed incarnation, he patted his storage pouch and took out a Min Luo Fruit, remaining silent.
The Min Luo Fruit was only the size of a lychee. Its surface was rough, similar to the surface of the stars in Ancient Chaos's memory. However, there were traces of seven-colored veins densely covering it, gleaming with dim light and rippling with the power of illusion.
The Min Luo Fruit, also known as the Dream Fruit, could allow a cultivator to gain fifty years of mental state. The way to improve mental state was to enter a dream with the help of the Min Luo Fruit. In a dream, only one night had passed in the outside world, but fifty years had passed in the dream. Fifty years of dream wasn't enough to improve one's cultivation base, but it could make one's mental state calm!
"Ever since I started cultivating the devil path, my cultivation base has been improving rapidly, but my mental state has always been lacking. Mental state can only be accumulated over time and can't be obtained through pills. I'm afraid there's nothing else in this world that can improve mental state except for the Min Luo Fruit. I'm going to take the first Min Luo Fruit in Dark Sparrow's Grave!"
The white-clothed Ning Fan smiled faintly. He put the Min Luo Fruit in his mouth and bit it.
A stream of seven-colored illusion force immediately made his eyelids heavy, sinking him into the dreamland.
...
It was a dream.
In the Ning Family of Hai Ning, a three-year-old child with blank eyes was being led into the servant's courtyard of the Ning Family.
Beside the emerald-green Jade Pond River, countless children in Hai Ning City were also being led into the Ning Family with blank eyes.
Most of the children were orphans and beggars. They were found by the cultivators of the Ning Family from all over Wu Country. Their memories were erased and they were accepted into the Ning Family as their disciples. Those who had the aptitude for Immortal Cultivation were called 'Young Masters'. Those who didn't have the aptitude were reduced to 'servants' or the foster sons of servants.
The three-year-old child was following behind a skinny middle-aged man in a submissive manner. The middle-aged man said coldly with a snobbish expression.
"From today onwards, you will be called 'Ning Fan'. You're my foster son. Before you, I had another foster son. He's one year younger than you. His name is' Ning Gu '…"
"Oh …"
The three-year-old child answered carefully. When he heard the name 'Ning Fan', he found it extremely familiar. When he heard 'Ning Gu', he felt a little sad.
He didn't understand what this feeling was. He was just a three-year-old child.
While thinking, the child named Ning Fan couldn't help but halt his steps. He stood there foolishly with blank eyes.
"Why? I want to be called Ning Fan … Can I not be called this? Mother said that my surname is' Yun '… "
"Hiss! A three-year-old child's memory has been erased. How could he still remember his previous life … Humph, I'll have to ask the Immortal Master to erase your memory again. This time, it must be more thorough … "
Ning Daniu was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. This child in front of him was the first to remember his original name after having his memory erased by the Immortal Master …
His eyes moved. Could this child in front of him be a monster? Otherwise, how could it be like this?
While he was pondering, a youth in white robe and black cloak gently walked towards him from behind.
Although the youth was thin and weak, there wasn't a trace of Qi in his footsteps. Obviously, he was a cultivator and not a mortal.
"Ning … Ning Daniu greets Grandpa Immortal Master!"
All cultivators were Immortal Masters in Ning Daniu's eyes!
Ning Daniu knelt down in front of the youth. He was afraid, very afraid. He had seen with his own eyes that an Immortal Master killed two hundred and seven bandits in a mountain … Immortal Masters were revered existences in Wu Country. Even the patriarch of Ning Family treated an Immortal Master with great respect. He, Ning Daniu, couldn't afford to offend an Immortal Master.
However, the young cultivator didn't even look at Ning Daniu. Instead, his eyes fell on Ning Fan's child with reminiscence.
"Your name is Ning Fan, right? That's a good name … Did you say your surname is Yun?"
"En." Xiao Tong answered obediently. Unknowingly, Xiao Tong had an instinctive sense of closeness towards the youth in front of him.
"Ning Fan … perhaps your original name is Yun Fan … Heh, I didn't expect to see this trace of memory from the depths of my memory after refining the Ming Luo Fruit … but, so what if you know your original surname? Ning Family adopts orphans. You have no parents after all. There's no difference whether your surname is Yun or Ning. "The youth sighed.
"Oh …" Ning Fan nodded, although he didn't understand a word of what the uncle in front of him said.
After the youth sighed, his eyes suddenly focused and his Qi surged violently!
"Let me ask you, do you have the heart to go against the Heaven?!"
"I … I don't understand …" Xiao Tong seemed to have recalled something and revealed a look of fear.
"Forget it. The first Ming Luo Fruit. Your heart is still too young. It's not the right time to return to Hai Ning and eliminate your Heart Devil. "
The youth sighed and rolled up his sleeves. Under Ning Daniu's shocked gaze, both of them vanished without a trace.
The dream was broken.
When the dream was restored, a desolate and uninhabited land appeared in front of them. The scenes of the Demon Sinister Forest reappeared.
"Fifty years. You have to watch me kill people …"
The young man stepped into the Demon Sinister Forest with the boy and started the endless massacre.
When Xiao Tong first saw blood and broken bones, he was so scared that he fainted and vomited countless times. However, his young heart was maturing again and again!
For fifty years, the youth and Xiao Tong didn't have a single conversation.
For fifty years, the youth destroyed countless ghosts with a single slash of his sword. However, each time a ghost died, it would reform. There was no end to the massacre because this was a dream.
Loneliness, exhaustion, and numbness to killing … Xiao Tong's eyes gradually revealed a resolute and cold look.
"I wonder if I have the heart to go against the Heaven at this moment … I wonder if I can sever my emotions at this moment!" Xiao Tong's voice was young, but his expression was as cold as the God of Slaughter!
Then, fifty years of massacre, the dream was shattered!
...
In the world of the tree heart in the ninth level of Dark Sparrow's Grave, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes. There was a trace of exhaustion and vicissitudes in his eyes.
Only one night had passed in the outside world, but in this dream, he had experienced fifty years of loneliness and massacre.
He closed his eyes to calm his mind. After a long time, he opened his eyes again. The exhaustion and vicissitudes in his eyes were gone, but his eyes were completely different from before he entered the grave!
His mental state had been improved. Fifty years!
However, he didn't feel happy at all, only sighing.
"It's not enough … I don't have the heart to go against the Heaven. If I don't sever my emotions, I can't form my core! But I won't sever my emotions! "
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