In the Forgotten Land, under the huge glacier, a hole suddenly appeared in the originally calm space. Then, Yang Xuan fell out of it.
Puff!
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yang Xuan's face was as white as paper. There was not even a trace of spiritual energy left in his body.
The Nascent Soul sitting in the void had shrunk to one-tenth of its original size. Its appearance had also returned to that of a seven or eight-year-old child.
Waves of unbearable dizziness attacked Yang Xuan's nerves like a tide, causing his vision to turn black.
"Squeak, squeak!"
A vague sound entered Yang Xuan's ears.
It was Lil Bing.
Yang Xuan relaxed and could no longer resist the dizziness. After a wave of dizziness, his vision finally turned black and he fainted.
After an unknown period of time, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a huge piece of floating ice. Under the ice, there was cold lake water.
Faint traces of spiritual energy were emitted from the lake water and entered Yang Xuan's body.
"Squeak, squeak!"
A cheerful sound came from beside his ear. Yang Xuan turned his head with difficulty and saw Lil Bing jumping beside him.
"Were you the one who dragged me here?" Yang Xuan asked with great difficulty.
Lil Bing's intelligence was not inferior to that of humans. Naturally, she could understand Yang Xuan's words and nodded.
"Thank you!" Yang Xuan smiled bitterly. If Lil Bing had not dragged him to this place with weak spiritual energy, he did not know how long it would have taken him to wake up.
Slowly sitting up, Yang Xuan began to drive the vortex in his body to absorb spiritual energy from the outside world.
His injuries were not very serious. Previously, under the effect of the wood spiritual energy, he had almost recovered. However, in the end, he used all his strength to attack with the Yin Yang Disorder. In addition, he used the tenfold Sword Borrowing Technique. Not only did he use up all the spiritual energy that he had accumulated for many years, but because of the Sword Borrowing Technique, his Nascent Soul was also affected and his cultivation was greatly reduced.
Spiritual Qi was easy to deal with. At most, it would take some time to replenish it. However, the problem of Nascent Soul was a bit more difficult.
Yang Xuan didn't know how much of his soul force he had expended in order for his Nascent Soul to grow to its current state. Now that he had returned to his previous state, Yang Xuan's heart was bleeding.
Logically speaking, Yang Xuan could completely absorb the power of the soul to reach the Nascent Soul stage, but he always felt that this method had great drawbacks and was not desirable, so he had been subconsciously resisting.
But at this moment, when he was faced with a life and death situation, he realized that other than absorbing Soul Energy, he really had no other way.
Soul Palace!
There was a strange look in his eyes as he muttered to himself.
When Yang Xuan was unconscious, he naturally couldn't absorb spiritual energy on his own, so the speed of spiritual energy entering his body was very slow. But now that he was awake, the speed of spiritual energy absorption was naturally much faster than before.
After a long time, he let out a long breath and stood up.
His Spirit Qi had already recovered a bit, so moving wasn't a problem anymore.
The spiritual energy here was very thin, so it wasn't suitable for cultivation and recovery. He needed to find another place.
However, the speed of time in the Forgotten Land was different from the outside world. If he went out now, he was afraid that he would run into the muzzle of the Blood Corpse Ancestor.
He had long known that the last attack of the Yin Yang Chaos would hardly cause any substantial damage to the Blood Corpse Ancestor. It was already very difficult for him to escape.
Blood Corpse Ancestor!
Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, but there was a trace of shock.
It turned out that this was the True God Realm. This was true power.
My Dao was the Heavenly Dao, and my heart was the Heavenly Dao.
The True God Realm could only be called the True God Realm after mastering true power. This was a qualitative change. This was a completely different realm.
This was the peak of power in this world.
Yang Xuan's eyes flickered.
At this moment, his thirst for power had reached its peak.
Soul Formation!
He needed to advance to the Soul Formation Realm.
"Lil Bing, let's go." Yang Xuan called out, picked up Lil Bing, and flew up through the hole under the glacier.
His destination was the Yang family.
At this time, his power was less than 1% of his peak. If he rashly left the Forgotten Land and met the Blood Corpse Ancestor again, he was afraid that he would be in danger.
…
Sacred Mountain!
In the Sacred Palace, the Saint who was sitting in the darkness opened his eyes.
"Sir Saint, that's what happened. The Blood Corpse is still guarding that place." A voice came from the darkness. Vaguely, a black crack could be seen in the void.
The Saint was silent. After a long while, an incomparably majestic voice came out. "You said that Qingtian took out a strange weapon and escaped?"
"Yes, I wanted to attack, but at the last moment, the Qingtian Saint took out a butterfly-shaped weapon that emitted a power close to the True God Realm. He escaped under the nose of the Blood Corpse. I guess he entered the Forgotten Land."
"Oh, that's interesting. He has a lot of gadgets." There seemed to be a trace of amusement in the Saint's originally majestic voice.
"Sir, the Blood Corpse Ancestor attacked the Qingtian Saint without permission. He has seriously violated the Holy Law. I request for the Blood Corpse Ancestor to be punished." The voice in the darkness said solemnly.
The Saint's indifferent voice came out. "There's no need. With Qingtian's temper, if you kill the Blood Corpse, he won't appreciate it. Let him deal with it himself."
"But Sir, the Qingtian Saint has not broken through to the True God Realm yet. If he meets the Blood Corpse again, I'm afraid …"
"It's okay. I have a feeling that he will deal with it himself." The Saint said.
The voice in the darkness was silent for a while before saying, "Yes!"
The Saint seemed to chuckle. "I know you are worried. However, if I am not wrong, Qingtian has already set his sights on the Hall of Souls."
"Hall of Souls?" The voice in the darkness was surprised.
"That's right. Qingtian has a special cultivation technique that requires him to absorb a large amount of Soul Power to cultivate. I observed his attack. I'm afraid that it is the Soul Power that limits his cultivation. Once he is provided with a large amount of Soul Power, he will break through immediately."
"Then the Hall of Souls …" The voice in the darkness hesitated and didn't continue.
"Go. Give the Soul Suppressing Branch to the Hall of Souls. Tell them that I said so. Don't be stingy." The Saint said indifferently.
"Soul Suppressing Branch?" The voice in the darkness was shocked. "Sir Saint, the Soul Suppressing Branch is too precious. I'm afraid …"
"It's okay. It's just a Soul Suppressing Branch. We treat it as a treasure. However, in the eyes of others, it is no different from a dead branch."
The voice in the darkness wanted to say something but was interrupted by the Saint. "That's right. Qingtian obtained the Ice Palace's Art of Sincerity a few days ago. However, the Art of Sincerity that he obtained was incomplete. I have the complete Art of Sincerity here. Think of a way to give it to him. "
As he spoke, the Saint didn't move. However, a thin book flew into the darkness.
"Sir Saint, I don't understand. Why didn't you give the Art of Sincerity to the Qingtian Saint?" The voice in the darkness asked.
"This special technique has a great origin. It is not an inheritance of the Ice Palace. Naturally, it has its own fate and cannot be forced. Furthermore, this special technique is extremely difficult to cultivate. It is hard to say if he will succeed in cultivating it." The Saint explained.
"I understand! I will arrange it properly. "The voice in the darkness said before gradually fading away.
After the voice in the darkness disappeared, the Saint sitting on the throne still didn't move. He seemed to be thinking about something.
After a while, he sighed. He seemed to be muttering to himself but also seemed to be talking to someone. "We don't have much time left!"
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