The cultivation of the Essence Soul Dao included everything and all rivers in the sea. There was no difference in the quality of each Great Dao. It all depended on how one comprehended the Dao.
However, there were strong and weak physical cultivation techniques. For example, the Eight-Nine Arcane Art that Yang Jian cultivated was obviously more brilliant than the physical cultivation technique that the Glaze Treasure Master had used when he was alive.
However, that did not mean that the Invincible Golden Body Technique was a piece of waste paper to Yang Jian. On the contrary, Yang Jian only looked at the Dao patterns of the first chapter of the Invincible Golden Body Technique. A glass lamp was hung on the smooth but dim road in front of him.
It was as if he had obtained a treasure.
In fact, this Great Dao pattern cultivation technique that was engraved on the stone gave Yang Jian a sense of satisfaction as if he had learned the Dao in the morning and could die in the evening.
In that case, seclusion would be a matter of convenience.
Yang Jian was not too anxious. This seclusion was very important to him. He had to complete it in an orderly and efficient manner.
The main things that he had to comprehend were the Invincible Golden Body Technique, the various changes of the Ocean-Overturning Array, the various mystical abilities of the Saints that he had comprehended during the battle with Qianhong, and the essence of the Great Dao.
During this process, Yang Jian still had to guide the power of the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl to temper his mystic body and completely fuse the Divine Pearl with the Mystic Pearl before digging out the potential of the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl.
Apart from that, Yang Jian also had to explore the limit of the seventh level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
Although he felt that the limit this time was more difficult to understand and touch, and even if he broke through the limit, it would be difficult for his body to improve by leaps and bounds, there was no reason for Yang Jian to give up halfway after breaking through the limit all the way to where he was today.
He had to multitask, and Yang Jian had two incarnations outside …
However, it was not that Yang Jian could not be disturbed during his seclusion to comprehend the Dao this time. He was only organizing and comprehending. He would not suffer too much if he was disturbed.
He had no choice but to split himself into three parts. He needed to guard the Primordial World, and he had to personally appear to subdue the Chaos Spirits. It was even more urgent for him to improve his strength.
The more one bears, the more one gains, and the more one has to pay.
Yang Jian's original plan was to return his consciousness to his body, leaving only a small part of it beside Ao Xinke. However, he had underestimated how clingy Mister Xiao could be …
Half a month after entering Saint's Tomb, Yang Jian's daily schedule had almost formed a routine.
After spending an hour, more than half of his attention was focused on the Primordial World. He played chess with Xiao Lan, guided her in her cultivation, and asked for many mystical abilities of Chanism to attack. He also prepared to use the Nine Revolutions Spirit Pill that the Saint had given him to increase Xiao Lan's potential.
How could a military advisor who hadn't even reached the realm of Daira?
He had to spare another hour to stay by Ao Xinke's side and discuss with Ao Xinke the matter of subduing the Chaos Spirits, or observe the changes in the Spirit Fog World.
Only then would he be able to comprehend the Dao in peace.
Fortunately, he did not need to deliberately temper his mystic body with the power of the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl. After the initial guidance, his mystic body would continuously repeat the tempering process.
The power of his body was still increasing bit by bit.
The Saint Realm became clearer in Yang Jian's heart. He pushed aside the layers of clouds and saw another world.
Only the Invincible Golden Body Technique, where Yang Jian painstakingly extracted the essence that he could use for himself, was the most difficult and time-consuming "project".
Time passed quickly like flowing water. One would not notice the changes in time if one cultivated quietly. A hundred years passed quickly.
Those hundred years should be the hundred years in which Yang Jian's strength improved the most rapidly. However, Yang Jian did not get up from the beginning to the end to verify it. He just sat there quietly in seclusion.
Kong Xuan bade farewell and left after Yang Jian went into seclusion for a few months. Before he left, Treasure Master Colored Glaze gave Kong Xuan a cultivation technique. He seemed to be quite optimistic about Kong Xuan.
Where did Kong Xuan go?
No one knew. Perhaps he was still in Saint's Tomb, or perhaps he had left Xuandu City to continue exploring in the Chaos Sea.
However, after learning many secrets of the Great World before the Primordial World, Kong Xuan probably did not have the idea of "courting death" or "searching the enemy's lair to gain the upper hand". Yang Jian was not too worried.
If that mighty figure could not make a name for himself in the Chaos Sea, the other Daira Jinxian and Sage-to-be Great Cultivators from the Primordial World would not need to wander around the Chaos Sea.
For a hundred years, Xuandu City had been quiet. The last battle had greatly damaged the vitality of the Four Spiritual Realms. The other Chaotic Spirit Clans did not seem to have the intention to attack Xuandu City.
The Four Spiritual Realms were surging in the dark. Ever since Ao Xinke entered the Spirit Fog World in disguise and met up with the Spirit Fog Master, it had not stopped for a day.
Perhaps to the living beings of the Chaos, a hundred years was not a long time. To the Spirit Fog World, which was neither big nor small, a hundred years was far from enough to make up for the lost essence energy in front of the Xuandu City.
However, a hundred years was enough for Ao Xinke to secretly use the Spirit Core Control Method taught by the Great Master Xuan Du to control the Chaotic Spirits in the Spirit Fog World.
Yang Jian's body was not there, so he could not use the Mystic Blood. Therefore, the one who directly controlled those experts was Ao Xinke.
There were several Sage-to-be Cultivators, hundreds of Daira Cultivators, and hundreds of Chaotic Spirits in the Spirit Fog World's power nodes.
Among them, there were even dozens of "spies" planted by the Black Spirit Realm, the Evil Spirit Realm, and the Rain Spirit Realm. Ao Xinke did not act rashly and alerted the enemy. She maintained the other three Spiritual Realms' low guard against the Spirit Fog World.
The Spirit Fog Master's injuries were mostly healed.
Every time Yang Jian talked to Ao Xinke, he was actually listening to Ao Xinke talk about how many Chaotic Spirits the Spirit Fog World controlled.
In the past ten years, under Yang Jian's instructions, the Spirit Fog World started to attack some small Chaotic Tribes near the Spirit Fog World, in order to absorb more living forces and quickly expand the Spirit Fog World's strength.
In the next hundred years, they could deliberately create some conflicts with the Evil Spirit Realm, and slowly plan …
For Yang Jian, this was not the best news.
What shocked Yang Jian the most was Xiao Lan's unexpected words, "I'm going to go into seclusion."
"Seclusion?" Yang Jian looked at Xiao Lan on the opposite side of the chessboard and quickly came back to his senses. "You have some enlightenment, or do you want to cultivate in peace for a period of time?"
"Both." Xiao Lan pursed her lips gently and smiled helplessly. "I've been forced to discuss the Dao by you every day for the past hundred years. You've also shown me so many Chanism manuals and fed me so many elixirs. If I still don't have any enlightenment, wouldn't I be too useless?"
Yang Jian chuckled and did not say anything.
The wind blew through the bamboo forest. He listened to the sound of the bamboo leaves and the vast sound of the water in the Guan River not far away.
Xiao Lan muttered softly again, "I don't want to delay your important matters. The sooner I cultivate Daira, the sooner I can go to the Chaos Sea to help you, lest you say that I took advantage of you for nothing."
"There's no need to care about these things between us."
Yang Jian smiled and waved his long sleeve. A chess game that was about to be lost immediately returned to zero.
"Where are you going for seclusion?"
"I don't know. Help me find a good place. I don't want to go home anyway."
"Why don't you want to go back?" Yang Jian looked at Xiao Lan. "Don't you miss your grandmother?"
Xiao Lan snorted softly, "Now that she has joined the celestial heavens, she has nothing to worry about. If I, the granddaughter who has joined the evil star of Erlang, were to return, it would be difficult for her."
She was not complaining about Yang Jian, but Yang Jian could not help but feel a little guilty when he heard that. He smiled apologetically at Xiao Lan.
After Yang Jian fell out with the Celestial Court, Xiao Lan was not accepted by the Skyward Pavilion because she had secretly sent a message for Yang Jian.
However, the Skyward Pavilion did not dare to offend Xiao Lan, much less attack her. They could only persuade her to leave the Skyward Pavilion.
Actually, when Xiao Lan left the Skyward Pavilion, she really had no other place to go apart from the Guan River.
"I will send you to the Plum Mountain to cultivate." Yang Jian smiled. "After you go into seclusion, I will focus on cultivation. I will be more at ease if you are at the Plum Mountain."
Xiao Lan nodded and suddenly laughed softly. She looked at Yang Jian with a playful gaze.
Yang Jian scratched his head like a confused monk. "What's wrong?"
Xiao Lan laughed softly. "In the Plum Mountain, there is a plum blossom, two divine phoenixes, and a few beauties of the demon race. Now that you have arranged for me to go there, aren't you worried that they will make things difficult for me?"
Yang Jian looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. He did not know when she had taken off her young master's attire and always dressed like a woman in front of him.
Yang Jian was not stupid. How could he not understand the meaning behind her words?
"Why would they make things difficult for you?" Yang Jian asked in return. A hint of warmth flashed across his eyes. He said softly, "You are a rare confidant of mine. They are all women who have some entanglement with me. Of course, that plum blossom is because of Saint Nuwa. I can't chase her away."
"Oh." Xiao Lan looked away and did not say anything else.
Yang Jian's heart wavered. He wanted to say something to "reassure" her or make some promises. However, when the words reached his mouth, they became empty.
They had been together for a hundred years. Although they only spent an hour together every day, they had a relatively deep foundation.
The rarest thing was that they knew each other well. Her talent, her intelligence, her words and actions made Yang Jian gradually sink into them.
However, when Yang Jian looked forward, the word "strong enemy" was like a mountain pressing down on his heart.
It made all the promises that he wanted to give become empty and lifeless.
"You really are more indecisive than anyone else."
Xiao Lan stood up with an unfriendly expression. Yang Jian was still in a daze. Xiao Lan walked around the stone platform in two steps.
The bamboo forest swayed gently. The sound of the wind passed quietly.
Perhaps it was because Yang Jian had been in seclusion for too long that his reaction was a little slow. Perhaps it was because he was shocked by Xiao Lan's actions. He watched in a daze as Xiao Lan arrived in front of him.
She closed her eyes nervously, purely relying on that breath of air to touch his cheek and their lips to gently touch.
To be honest, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke had been married for so long. He was no longer the virgin who was embarrassed to even hold a woman's hand.
However, the kiss in the bamboo forest made his Dao heart surge. He could not recover for a long time.
When Yang Jian stood up and looked at the woman standing in front of him, he admired her peerless beauty when she was shy. He could only whisper, "I'll send you over …"
"If you … don't marry me in the future … I won't have the face to see anyone …"
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito and could not be heard clearly.
Yang Jian did not know what to say. He grabbed her right hand with his right hand. The two of them looked at each other. Yang Jian revealed a gentle smile and his eyes were filled with relief.
Xiao Lan hugged Yang Jian's arm with her hand. Her ears were red and she temporarily lost the ability to speak.
However, on the way back to the Meishan Mountain for seclusion, Yang Jian had to consider a thorny problem …
How could he explain to Ao Xinke that when the main palace was working hard outside and fighting for her life, he had spent a hundred years to seduce a little wife in the Primordial World?
Yang Jian rubbed his glabella. Was he considered a scumbag Perfected Lord?
It shouldn't be that serious, right?
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