Ancient Gods

As the power of each pill dissolved in Mo Yang's body, it gathered into an extremely violent force, and this force only targeted his soul power. Although it circulated in the meridians around his body, it did not cause any effect on his body.

At this time, Mo Yang felt very strange. His soul seemed to be separated from his body. He could even see himself sitting cross-legged under the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree. This was somewhat similar to the induction of divine thoughts, but it was different.

Under the impact of the violent force, the soul felt torn, as if it was about to break.

This made Mo Yang extremely frightened. If the soul power could not withstand the impact, once it broke, the result would be unimaginable. At that time, it would not be as simple as being damaged. He might die directly.

And not only was there that terrifying impact force, but at this time the soul seemed to be burning, and there was a burning heat spreading wantonly.

Although it was extremely thrilling, Mo Yang also found that the damaged soul power was indeed being repaired.

At this time, he didn't care about anything else and swallowed the ninth soul-transforming pill. Even though the soul-transforming pill only targeted soul power, his body trembled violently after taking the ninth soul-transforming pill.

Before, he felt that his soul and body were forcibly separated, but now it seemed that a great force instantly pulled his soul power back, as if forcibly merging his soul and body.

Everything seemed like an illusion, but also like it was real.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Yang felt that the burning sensation seemed to have dissipated a lot, and the violent power that filled his body was also slowly fading, but followed by an irresistible feeling of sleepiness that swept over his body.

Although Mo Yang gritted his teeth to support, he was too tired, as if he had not rested for countless years. Not long after, his consciousness was blurred, and then he fell asleep.

Mo Yang had one dream after another. He dreamed that he seemed to have returned to the former Lingxu Sect, returned to the dark time, and met his former master.

Although he was unable to practice at that time, he still felt a sense of nostalgia. Being able to see his former master, even if they spent a hundred years together in such an ordinary way, was better than his fame and his unparalleled cultivation.

But he couldn't keep her after all, even if it was just a dream...

The scene changed, he had already stepped into the martial arts world, his body was covered in blood, he was fighting with powerful enemies, and saw old friends falling in a pool of blood...

Seeing Yu Yao bleeding on the Saint Maiden Peak, the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree was also destroyed, leaving only a stump...

Seeing the Saint of Yao Chi falling in a pool of blood, her snow-white dress stained red with blood, she stretched out her hand to him weakly, with a sad smile on her pale face...

But he couldn't care about him, because he was also seriously injured, his true energy was exhausted, and there were powerful enemies all around him. When he turned around, he saw Xia Fengliu being pierced through the body by a spear, and then shattered...

Suddenly, a blood spear pierced through his back and came out from his chest. Mo Yang clearly saw drops of golden blood dripping from the sharp spear tip, and could truly feel the great pain brought by the piercing of his body...

All this seemed to be real, not a dream at all.

However, before he could react, the scene changed again. All the senior brothers and sisters of Gan Zong were lying on the ground in a mess. They had all fallen and turned into cold corpses.

Mo Yang struggled hard, roaring loudly, and tears of blood seemed to fall from his eyes...

At this time, a loud noise came from the deep sky. He looked up and the battlefield seemed to have changed again. One by one, the powerful men were dying. He even saw his powerful father falling from the deep sky. The blood of the war was like a bloody rain, soaking him all over...

Mo Yang rushed up desperately, but he suddenly found that he had become an old man with white hair and beard. He was already in his twilight years. He stood trembling on a cliff. There seemed to be a bottomless abyss in front of him, with thick fog rolling. In a trance, he seemed to see endless corpses in the abyss. The abyss seemed to be the destination of billions of lives.

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In the Xinghuang Tower, under the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree, after an unknown amount of time, Mo Yang's body suddenly moved, then his brows knitted, and then his eyes opened, and he sat up suddenly.

He hurriedly looked around, but when he saw the familiar scenes around him, Mo Yang was stunned.

"It turned out to be a dream..."

After a few breaths, he came back to his senses, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that had oozed out of his forehead, and his tense nerves relaxed.

At this time, Mo Yang recalled the scenes in his dream, and his face became solemn. Those dreams were too real, and they didn't seem like dreams at all.

Then he hurriedly checked his body. In the dream, he had fought a bloody battle with a strong enemy, and his body was covered in blood. He also dreamed that he was old and his life span was dry...

But after a careful inspection, he was not injured, everything was normal, and the blood in his body was still vigorous.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his mind gradually calmed down. Looking at the white jade bottles in front of him, Mo Yang's thoughts were a bit complicated. This Nine Revolutions Soul Resurrection Pill was so strange. In the dream, he seemed to have walked through tens of millions of years, and it seemed that he had experienced different lives again and again.

"It's just a pill, but it's so strange..."

Mo Yang couldn't help but sigh softly. Fortunately, it was all just a dream. After calming down, he felt it silently and found that the damaged soul power had been restored by 70%.

Mo Yang didn't expect to be able to completely restore his soul power with a pill. Being able to restore 70% of the damage in such a short time was far beyond Mo Yang's expectations.

And the power of the elixir has not been completely refined and absorbed. Although the speed of soul power recovery has slowed down, it is also recovering slowly. It should be completely restored in a short time.

"I have been in the wilderness for so long... How are you guys in Xuantian Continent..."

Standing under the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree, thinking back to the dream, Mo Yang looked a little dazed. After coming to the wilderness, his cultivation has grown very rapidly, but now he is only at the ninth level of the Great Saint Realm, and he has just broken through. I don't know how long it will take to step into the Heavenly Saint Realm.

As for when he can return to Xuantian Continent, Mo Yang doesn't know, but sometimes he is inexplicably worried, because when he left Xuantian Continent, Xuantian Continent happened to undergo a huge change, and the ancient race was born, which would definitely subvert the original balance of Xuantian Continent.

"Let's practice first..."

Mo Yang took a deep breath, and then sat down under the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree. Because of the influence of the soul power before, even though it has recovered a lot now, the realm of cultivation is still a little unstable. He has to stabilize his cultivation as soon as possible.