The Primordial World had a bit of True Spirituality, and everything was indestructible.
When one was focused on cultivation, it was difficult to notice the changes in time. Many cultivators who went into seclusion would be completely immersed in their Dao and Dharma, completely unaware of the passage of time.
With his master by his side, Yang Jian's mind was completely relaxed. At this moment, he had also entered this state. He was intoxicated by the mysteries of the mysterious technique. He felt that his Dao body was like the Primordial World, and the mysteries hidden in it were so mysterious.
After breaking through the limit at the first tier, the second tier, Blood Changing, had also reached the extreme of 'nine'. Yang Jian's Dao foundation was complete and flawless. From then on, he had entered the mysteries of the mysterious technique and opened the door of the wonders!
Bone Forging, Blood Changing, Mystic Gathering, Gang Condensation, Hidden Pearl, Technique Development, Swan Return, Heaven and Earth.
These were the eight major realms of the Eight Nine Arcane Art. At this moment, Yang Jian had pushed open the door to the third tier and stepped into the chaos.
At this moment, Yang Jian felt that he was floating in the sea of chaos. The Dao patterns of the Great Dao flickered, containing the truth of the world inside and outside.
Yang Jian's body suddenly began to tremble, and the flesh and blood all over his body emitted a seven-colored light. Around his body, the meridians that had always been forged but never used began to reopen.
First, an invisible aura flowed through his meridians. Gradually, this aura affected the power in all parts of Yang Jian's body.
On the hillside, Yuding Zhenren sat leisurely in front of Yang Jian. Seeing the rays of light appearing on Yang Jian's body, he smiled and carefully observed Yang Jian's state.
Gradually, the seven-colored light began to be restrained.
After an unknown period of time, the light finally stopped bursting out of his body and completely seeped into the meridians all over Yang Jian's body.
Suddenly, Yang Jian opened his eyes. His eyes flickered, and an indescribable chaotic aura surged out from his body and dispersed into the surroundings.
Although Yang Jian's eyes were open, there was no expression in his eyes. Obviously, he had not woken up from his cultivation.
The smile on Yuding Zhenren's face faded. He captured a strand of aura that had yet to disperse and carefully sensed it.
"The seven-colored Xuanqi contains the Will of Primal Chaos, and it's just a step away from evolving into the Xuanqi … Even though it's a good thing, why would it appear so early?"
Yuding Zhenren had a deep understanding of the Eight Nine Mysteries.
Yang Jian suddenly opened his mouth and took a deep breath. Upon seeing this, Yuding immediately took out most of the Spirit Stones from Yang Jian's ring. Then, he crushed these Spirit Stones in an instant, and streams of Spiritual Qi surged out!
How could a spirit stone that Yuding would give to his disciple be ordinary? Each piece contained an incomparably pure and vast amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.
However, at this moment, Yang Jian opened his mouth and swallowed a small half of the spiritual energy.
Yang Jian closed his mouth and refined the spiritual energy, while Yuding controlled the spiritual energy to surround Yang Jian's body. Two hours later, Yang Jian opened his mouth again and swallowed another small half of the spiritual energy.
"Could it be that he's going to swallow and spit it out nine times?"
Yuding was afraid that it would delay his disciple's cultivation. He raised his left hand and cut through the sky. Wisps of Primal Chaos Qi were sucked into his left hand.
Then, Yuding pointed his right hand at Yang Jian, and an even purer wave of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi surged toward Yang Jian.
The ability to refine the Primal Chaos Qi, draw Yin and Yang, and seize Creation must have surpassed Daira Jinxian's realm. What was even rarer was that Yuding Zhenren could do it so easily.
With the continuous supply of Spiritual Qi, Yang Jian's cultivation could reach perfection. He sucked in the Spiritual Qi nine times in a row, and his entire body was once again enveloped in the seven-colored light.
"Disperse." Yuding waved his hand, and the sky closed. The Primal Chaos Qi disappeared, and the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth scattered toward the heaven and earth, creating many living creatures.
After three days, the seven-colored light no longer surged around Yang Jian's body, but his breath was still rising, and his breathing gradually slowed down.
Another five days passed, and Yang Jian's breathing stopped. Meridians with seven-colored light appeared in his body, and there was a faint seven-colored aura circulating in his meridians.
Although the color of the aura was bright, if one were to take a closer look, they would find that it did not have any 'attributes' or 'characteristics'. Instead, it was similar to the gray Primal Chaos Qi, but the two were different.
This was Xuanqi. It was not an ordinary collection of Spiritual Qi, but the Creation Qi that Yang Jian cultivated. It was also the foundation that Yang Jian would rely on in the future.
After another three days, Yang Jian's meridians, blood, flesh, and bones had merged perfectly, and they were no longer visible.
Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief. He regained his breath, but his eyes were filled with longing.
Yuding Zhenren asked softly, "Is Xuanqi done?"
"It's done! Master! "Yang Jian's face was filled with unconcealable excitement.
Yuding raised his hand, and a short sword appeared in front of Yang Jian.
Yang Jian could not wait to grab the handle of the sword, and activated Xuanqi. The short sword emitted rays of light, and with a slight shake of the blade, it carried Yang Jian up into the sky, and turned into a stream of light that shot up into the sky!
Chasing after the stars and the moon!
Caught off guard, Yang Jian could only grab the short sword tightly, and run around in the clouds, leaving a trail behind him.
"Ah … Master … How do I stop …"
"Hahaha, study it yourself!"
It was rare to see his disciple make a fool of himself, so Yuding laughed heartily. He let Yang Jian fly around in the sky, but there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
It seemed that the Eight Nine Mysteries that his disciple cultivated … was the real Eight Nine Mysteries?
"So that's how it is. At the beginning of the Mysteries, one must have the determination to die, break through the shackles of heaven and earth, and achieve true perfection."
Yuding smiled bitterly. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and watched as Yang Jian flew more and more steadily in the sky. Yuding's bitter smile gradually disappeared, and there was only hope and expectation left in his eyes.
Half a day later, Yang Jian could already put away the short sword, and slowly flew in the sky on a white cloud.
Although he was overjoyed, Yang Jian did not get carried away. He quickly retracted his magic, returned to Yuding, and returned the short sword with both hands.
"Take this sword back and give it to Little Chan," Yuding said gently, "You and your sister haven't been separated for such a long time. She must have a grudge against you."
Master's thoughts were actually so thorough.
Yang Jian did not thank him, because that would be too polite. He directly put the short sword into his ring, and did not know what kind of treasure it was.
Yuding asked him, "Do you still have any unresolved karma in this world?"
"Hmm …" Yang Jian thought for a while and lowered his head to look at the rags on his body. "Should I buy some clothes?"
"There's no need." Yuding smiled and said, "You can just wear these tattered clothes. After we return, I'll send that girl to your Uncle-Master Taiyi's place first and find her a master. Your Uncle-Master has a lot of treasures. You should have a protective treasure. "
Yang Jian was stunned before he chuckled.
The master and disciple had made up their minds to go to Perfected Taiyi's place to ask for a favor.
Yang Jian looked around and asked, "Where are they?"
"One left, and one stayed. There's still some time on the way. You should go in and catch up with her." Yuding flicked his sleeve, and Yang Jian was put into the Universe in the Cauldron.
Yuding looked at the world again. A gust of wind blew, and his figure slowly dissipated …
The Universe in the Cauldron.
Yang Jian landed near a lake in the forest. After taking two steps, he saw a beautiful woman leaning against a tree by the lake in a daze.
Her face was haggard, and her gaze was blurry. Her eyes, which were originally lively, were now reflecting ripples and shadows.
She was the daughter of a noble in the mortal world, but she encountered a Dao calamity.
She was lucky to enter the immortal sect, but she did not know that she was fated.
Yang Jian looked at the young girl and could not bear to see her like this. Therefore, he smiled and coughed twice before walking forward.
She looked up and saw a man with disheveled hair and a dirty face walking over. She was shocked at first, but when she realized that it was Yang Jian, her face blushed inexplicably, and she bit her shallow lips.
"That …"
Yang Jian scratched his head and sat in front of her casually.
Fortunately, the dirt from his blood transfusion had been washed away by the spiritual energy. Otherwise, he would not just be in rags, but would definitely stink for three miles in the wind.
"Why are you in such a sorry state?" She said softly and turned her head away. "Go wash yourself in the lake. I'll keep watch for you."
"I can't wash myself now. I still have a great use for it," Yang Jian answered mysteriously, then asked, "How should I address you?"
She did not even remember his name.
Her eyes were full of hidden bitterness. She sighed and said tearfully, "Am I that unattractive to you? I know that you and I are two different kinds of people. Naturally, I can't afford to be friends with you … But isn't it a little too hurtful for you to do this? "
Yang Jian spread his hands and smiled bitterly. "No, think carefully. Did you tell me your name before?"
She blinked and lowered her head to recall. She realized that she really did not tell Yang Jian her name …
She stuck out the tip of her tongue, and her face was burning.
"I … I forgot about it before …"
"It's okay. Just tell me now." Yang Jian coughed again. "My name is Yang Jian."
"My, my name is Qingling. My surname is Wen …" Her face was already completely red. She added in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Qing as in 'light', 'Ling' as in 'spirit'."
Wen Qingling?
Yang Jian could not help but carefully look at her appearance. He could not help but say, "Gentle and charming, light and full of spirit."
"You …" Wen Qingling raised her head and looked at him. Her gaze was complicated. For some reason, her big eyes were covered with a layer of mist.
Yang Jian was a little confused.
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