"Is it really impossible to step onto the path of immortality without a spirit root?"
Ziyu was indignant. Even though he knew that there was no hope of breaking through, he still did not want to give up.
He just wanted to prove it.
Were those without a spirit root destined to be unable to ascend the path of immortality?
"Pfft!"
Ziyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his spirit immediately wilted.
His Golden Core cracked.
However, there was no sign of a nascent soul being born.
It was like an egg.
When it was still egg white and yolk, the egg shell was broken …
"I don't want to give up … but the heavens don't pity me …" Ziyu wanted to give up.
The Heavenly Dao was heartless.
If one's talent was not good enough, then it was not good enough. Only those who were recognized by Heaven and Earth could become supreme immortals.
"Master, I'm slow-witted …"
Ziyu placed his hands on his dantian, ready to attack.
"How can you give up until the last step? Why can't you ascend the path of immortality without a spirit root … Circulate your energy, quickly! "
A stern voice suddenly sounded in Perfected Ziyu's mind.
Just as he was about to open his eyes, he suddenly felt a powerful vitality pouring into his body.
The Golden Core, which had cracks, suddenly closed.
At the same time, an extremely strange feeling came over him, as if … there was an extra life in his dantian.
"What's going on?"
Ziyu was a little dumbfounded.
That voice was very unfamiliar. He was sure that it was not the masters of WuTang Mountain. It was a voice he had never heard before.
He wanted to open his eyes, but now was the critical moment for his second breakthrough.
Ziyu had never thought that someone would pull him up at the last moment when he was at the end of his life.
It was simply miraculous.
Because … this was definitely not something an ordinary person could do.
Ziyu seized the opportunity to break through wholeheartedly. He separated a wisp of his divine sense and wrapped it around his Golden Core.
It merged with the reason inside.
His nascent soul was a part of him.
…
Feng Hao was standing in a small room in the Jade Void Temple that was off-limits to visitors. In front of him was Ziyu, who was breaking through.
Just now, Ziyu had given up everything and chosen to attack separately.
If he had not arrived in time, Ziyu might have turned into a wisp of smoke.
Feng Hao was not a saint, and he did not save everyone.
Instead … he felt Ziyu's will and unwillingness to yield to fate.
Unfortunately, the threshold of the Heavenly Dao was too high.
He couldn't bear to open a door to mortals …
Since Feng Hao had come, he felt that Perfected Ziyu's fate should not be like this, so he took action.
The little Daoist who followed closely behind rushed in, panting heavily. He was just about to say that this was a forbidden area.
He saw Feng Hao, who was standing with his hands behind his back, staring at Perfected Ziyu.
The aura emitted from Perfected Ziyu's body made the Little Taoist look aghast. Following that, he revealed a look of ecstasy.
"He broke through … Martial Uncle Zi Yu broke through …"
The Little Daoist didn't care whether Feng Hao had trespassed into the forbidden area or not. Instead, he ran out cheerfully.
When he met his fellow disciples, he would smile and say, "Uncle Zi Yu has broken through …"
"What? Did Martial Uncle break through? Are you serious … "
"To be able to step onto the path of immortality even without a spirit root … then we …"
"Good, this is great. The heavens have taken pity on me … To be able to step onto the Immortal Dao without a spirit root …"
When the Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain heard the news, they were so excited that they almost cried.
They stayed in the outer sect of Wudang Mountain because of their aptitude. They were unable to knock open the gate of immortality.
Perfected Ziyu of the Jade Void Temple was also someone they often paid attention to.
That was because … Perfected Ziyu was their representative. He was at the forefront of the disciples without a spirit root.
His success and failure were of utmost importance.
Now that Perfected Ziyu had reached the Nascent Soul realm and knocked open the gate of immortality … In other words, even without a spirit root, he could still achieve supreme immortal aptitude …
…
At this moment, the tourists were also somewhat dumbfounded.
Why are all the Taoist priests here suddenly dancing with joy?
Could it be that … some big shot had donated millions of incense money?
…
Similarly, in the Wudang Mountain Dojo, the true blessed land, Sect Leader Zhang Yuntian also learned about Perfected Ziyu's matter.
However …
Now, there was a special person visiting Wudang Mountain, but he could not leave.
"Martial Nephew Zhang … or Perfected Zhang?"
Zhang Yuntian sat in the middle of the Jade Void Temple. Below him sat some of the Perfected Ones of the Wudang Mountain Dojo.
They were all the most powerful existences in the era of spiritual energy recovery.
Tribulation Transcendence, Mahayana …
They were not far from ascension.
That was equivalent to a first-stage mortal saint.
If Feng Hao were here, he would definitely be surprised to see the person called Perfected Zhang by the Wudang Mountain Sect Leader Zhang Yuntian.
Because … he was none other than Zhang Zizai, a Taoist priest he had met in a run-down Taoist temple.
Zhang Zizai was originally a shining gold. After becoming a disciple of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning, his cultivation base skyrocketed.
It could be said to be a textbook improvement.
Now that he had successfully transcended the tribulation and became a Sage, he would become a half-step Great Emperor in the future.
"Sect Leader, you're too kind …"
Zhang Zizai was filled with emotions. When he was arranged to stay in that shabby Taoist temple by the Perfected One, his heart collapsed.
But as a Taoist disciple, he could only accept it.
Fortunately … he was lucky enough to meet Feng Hao.
From then on, his life changed.
"I'll be straightforward … I'm here on behalf of the Wind Emperor Dojo. I hope … Perfected Zhang can join the Dragon Soul Alliance and settle in the spiritual land …"
Zhang Zizai was a little speechless.
Because … these big shots of Wudang Mountain had lived for so many years, and their roots were here.
How could they leave?
"Haha …"
Zhang Yuntian laughed and said, "You're the Perfected Zhang. I'm not worthy … You're a Taoist disciple, a disciple of the Feng Hao Dojo, which means that Wudang Mountain has joined the organization. We … won't move …"
Zhang Yuntian wanted to laugh at this moment.
"I'm a Taoist disciple, and … my master is also one of the Three Pure Ones, the Jade Pure Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning …"
Zhang Zizai said with some embarrassment.
He was not good at socializing.
But he felt that Wudang Mountain should be familiar with the Jade Pure Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning, right?
"What?"
Zhang Yuntian, the Wudang Sect Leader, was stunned, and his eyes almost popped out …
"There's … such a thing?"
Zhang Yuntian felt his scalp go numb. The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning was the founder of the Three Pure Ones. Even the legendary Supreme God of Wudang Mountain, Zhenwu Great Emperor … was ranked behind him.
However, Zhang Zizai, a disciple of Wudang Mountain, had actually become a disciple of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning …
This was a little scary.
Zhang Zizai shrugged and said, "Do you think the Wind Emperor Dojo's Primordial Beginning is fake?"
"…"
Zhang Yuntian was silent.
In that case, if all the disciples of Wudang Mountain could join the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning by joining Feng Hao's Dojo …
It was still worth considering.
Anyway, Zhenwu Great Emperor wouldn't mind, right …
After all, Zhenwu Great Emperor was an incarnation of the Grand Pure Lord of Dao and Virtue, one of the Three Pure Ones.
But the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning was slightly ahead of Taishang Laojun.
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