Above the Immortal Cultivation

The Yin Pond is also called the gathering of five yin in the Corpse Book.

Dragon, dragon is mountain. This thousand-mile mountain is like a green dragon with a magnificent atmosphere. Unfortunately, its upper spine was split into two by some force and cut off from the middle. Once the dragon vein was broken, there was no vitality, and the sun was missing and the shadow remained.

The cave is a small pond with a radius of two meters in the valley. It is located at the position where the spine is broken and the sunlight is blocked. The wind, frost, snow and rain flow down from the broken spine. After millions of years of accumulation, it has become the water of the small pond. There is no sun and it is all yin.

Sand, although the small pond is surrounded by green mountains, the ups and downs are tightly blocked from all directions at all times. Moreover, each mountain is like a ferocious beast, baring its fangs and claws at the broken dragon vein, not letting a ray of light approach. It looks like a beautiful mountain, but it is actually a bleak wind and rain.

Water, the dragon vein has been broken, and whenever it encounters rain, dew, fog, or snow, all the water flows down from the broken part, just like constantly collecting the blood left by the dragon vein wound and flowing into the small pond; the pond water is turquoise and clear, and that amazing turquoise is not the turquoise blood condensed by the continuous erosion of the dragon vein for billions of years. It looks fresh and clear, and it is all pure yin dead water.

The last direction, the small pond sits east and looks west, with its back to the east, which means to abandon the red sun. The perfect embrace of the mountains completely blocks the sun's diffuse light. Even when the sun sets, it is the afterglow of the sunset, which adds a touch of loneliness and gloom.

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with strange light, and she didn't know what to think.

After a long time, she took a deep breath, and the spell started, turning into a colorful light that shot directly into the small pond.

On the surface of the pond, there was a light sound of "puff", and a very thin ripple spread out shallowly, and Chen Feng disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the moment she entered the Yin Pool, all the things she had destroyed within five miles before all came back to life and grew again.

"Huh."

A cold wind suddenly blew, and within a hundred miles, the clouds were dense and layered, and the sky suddenly became terribly gloomy.

The young woman in the red skirt was named Yang Yan, a pure casual cultivator from Tiancheng in the southeast of Zhongzhou.

When she was a child, she entered the world of immortal cultivation by chance. With the help of her excellent spiritual root, the wind spiritual root, she experienced many hardships and found a method that matched her own spiritual root.

After practicing for nearly a hundred years, she became a Jindan-stage cultivator.

Not long after the Jindan, she met her deceased husband who was also a casual cultivator. The two held hands and shared joys and sorrows.

After going through so much hardship to condense the Nascent Soul, she didn't expect her husband to fall under the heavenly tribulation.

From then on, she returned to the days of cultivating immortals alone.

The beautiful past is gone. She has encountered many setbacks along the way, but she has never accepted her fate and will never give up easily.

Although she has had some adventures, they are not earth-shattering; although she has had opportunities, they are life-threatening. She is often seriously injured and often survives a narrow escape.

A poem describes her appropriately:

The sharpness of a sword comes from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

The more lonely she is, the more she can highlight her tenacity. The more she fails, the more she will go against the current.

Persistent and resolute.

Although she has been practicing to this day, she has fought out of thousands of troops step by step. Countless times of dying have finally made her tempered into steel, creating her unique intuition far beyond ordinary people and a keen sense of smell that is one in a million.

Especially when she was lucky enough to break through the gate of transformation, her intuition and sense of smell were reborn, extraordinary, and always helped her to get good fortune and stay away from disasters.

A year and a half ago, when she walked out of the Lord's Mansion of Xianglan City, she could smell an indescribable danger.

Not long after, Peng Yong found her and told her that the ancient sect would appear in the world in a year and a half, and asked her to join.

The ominous omen came from this person. She should have refused it, but her intuition told her that this opportunity was rare and there was an amazing fortune in it. Once missed, it would never come again, and her path would go in a completely different direction.

So, she said with leeway that she would consider it for a while.

Half a year later, the young woman in the flower skirt readily agreed, and another half a year later, the gray-clothed male cultivator also joined.

At this time, her intuition told her that the crisis had decreased by 30%.

However, time did not allow her to think too much.

It is a blessing, not a disaster, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

She made a prompt decision and agreed to go.

Until the appearance of the old-fashioned and mottled face of the monk named Chen, everyone was silent, and no one saw that a ray of hope flashed in her eyes.