Ascension Through Generations

Seeing this situation, Zhao Jingyu's eyelids drooped, and his body slowly curled up in the recliner. The deathly aura on his body became even stronger.

At this moment, if an uninformed person was standing here, he would think that he was a dead man, but how would he know that this was once a legendary figure who created miracles.

When Zhao Sheng caught a glimpse of this scene, his eyes suddenly became dark and deep.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand and spread his palm upward. With a thought, a red fire ball as big as a fist suddenly appeared out of thin air, suspended three inches above his palm, and burned quietly.

Zhao Sheng took back his right hand and disconnected his spiritual thoughts.

However, the fireball did not collapse, but quietly released light and heat like a "sun".

Poof!

After a few breaths, the fireball suddenly fell straight to the ground like an iron ball and went out with a pop.

Zhao Sheng's eyes wandered for a moment, and in the mid-air three feet in front of him, a row of fireballs suddenly condensed out of thin air again, ranging from light red, crimson, light green, pure blue, lavender, pure purple and so on.

These fireballs exuding different mana fluctuations did not last long before they fell to the ground one after another in an overweight environment, and all collapsed and were extinguished.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the Nascent Soul Realm can be said to be a great dividing line between the past and the future, and mana is its most significant feature. Moreover, there are many differences between the Yuanying Realm and the three realms of Qi Refining and Fund Building, but the biggest difference is actually not in the Yuanying Law Realm and Divine Sense, but in a place that is easily overlooked.

That is. After the spell is cast, the length of time the spell effect lasts.

Taking the fireball technique as an example, generally speaking, after a cultivator below the Nascent Soul realm releases a fireball, once the transmission of spiritual power is cut off, the fireball will often collapse quickly.

This is not the case in the Nascent Soul Realm. Even if the mana transmission is stopped, the fireball will continue to burn in its form without interference, and it will last for at least one day.

The higher the quality of the mana, the longer the fireball will maintain its form, and the two are often directly proportional.

The main reason why this kind of phenomenon occurs is that the cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm have achieved a successful understanding of the Tao, and have already had a first glimpse of the laws of the Tao. Their Nascent Soul mana and divine thoughts have initially blended, and they are inevitably tainted with a hint of law. .

In ancient legends, similar stories are often circulated: a long time ago, mortals in a certain place angered the immortals, so the immortals dropped heavenly fire in anger, and the local area was burned by the heavenly fire, which lasted for millions of years.

Mortals might hear such stories as anecdotes. But from the perspective of a cultivator, this is not just a metaphor, secretly pointing out the direction of future cultivation.

Zhao Sheng raised his head and looked up at the sky. The sun was high in the sky, releasing endless light and heat.

As early as in his previous life, he had suddenly wondered whether the suns all over the world might be fireballs released by some indescribable existence.

Just like when he used the fireball technique now, the fireball could burn for two full days without external interference.

Although this idea is absurd and uninhibited, the "sun" is undoubtedly one of the ultimate embodiments of the Avenue of Fire.

Any cultivator who follows the path of fire and practice does not need the Haoshou Qiongsutra at all. In fact, the best "copying" object is hanging in the sky from beginning to end.

However, very few immortal cultivators can understand this, let alone touch the "truth" of the Great Sun.

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng is one of the very few lucky people. He has been associated with the Star God for five lifetimes, and was fortunate enough to glimpse the reality of the "sun" through the Star God's perspective.

With a thought, the Book of Hundreds of Worlds rose from the depths of the Soul Sea. The fifth page was opened, and a small world of seaweed appeared above the Soul Sea, as lifelike as if it were real.

In the sky above the boundless sea of ​​souls, a "baby" with a dim light and only an inch tall suddenly jumped out.

As soon as the "baby" appeared, it immediately turned into a rainbow stream and plunged into the "small world". In the blink of an eye, it merged into it and disappeared.

At this moment, the Divine Soul Sea suddenly became completely calm, without even a single ripple.

On the smooth mirror-like surface of the sea, an endless, complex, and densely intertwined world of "silk strings" was suddenly reflected.

Every moment, the endless strings are constantly vibrating and intertwining. Each vibration will stimulate colorful and brilliant light colors. There are even more "colors" that are indescribable to humans, reflected and emitted in the sea of ​​souls. Subtle "fluctuations" that are difficult to understand and even more difficult to describe.

Opening up the layers of endless "threads", in the depths of the sea of ​​souls, one can vaguely "see" a rainbow flowing in an extremely complex place. The colors are mainly red, orange, red, green, blue, blue and purple. The magnificent "string world" "Here, we keep walking through and blending together.

And as the "silk strings" of the seven-color string world continued to oscillate and intertwine, the rainbow stream also became colorful. Later, the red and purple colors faintly suppressed the other five colors and became the main body of the rainbow stream.

When Zhao Sheng's soul was immersed in the world of Star God's consciousness and constantly comprehending the way of the sun, Zhao Jingyu, who was dozing next to him, suddenly opened his eyelids and turned his head to look over. Two sharp rays of light shot out from his two muddy old eyes.

Just now, he suddenly lost his sense of the Sixteenth Ancestor, as if the other person's spirit suddenly jumped out of this world, and he didn't know where to go?

But only two breaths later, the opponent suddenly became "vital" again, and various mental fluctuations reappeared.

When Zhao Jingyu saw this, he felt relieved and was about to lower his eyelids, but unexpectedly, the Sixteenth Patriarch next to him suddenly spoke.

"I thought about it, and the reason why your way forward is cut off is probably because you went astray."

Although the ancestor's voice was not loud, it was like a thunderbolt in Zhao Jingyu's ears.

He suddenly sat upright from the recliner and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You said Wu Shengyi went to the wrong place?!"

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Sheng explained: "Of course the martial saint realm is correct! What I mean is that you are going in the wrong direction in tapping the potential of the ancient bloodline."

"Oh, I'd like to hear the details." Zhao Jingyu felt relieved and said without taking it seriously.

He didn't think that the Sixteenth Patriarch could make any earth-shattering suggestions. Could a cultivator with a thin bloodline be more proficient in martial arts than him? He might not even know the true meaning of ancient bloodline!

"I heard you say before that the key to becoming a martial saint is to use martial arts will to break the will barriers of the cells in the body, thereby guiding the power inside the cells to merge with the innate Gang Qi to form Gang Yuan force, and finally become a martial saint."

Zhao Jingyu was not surprised by what the Sixteenth Patriarch said, and simply admitted: "Yes, although the general process is like this, the dangers involved are difficult to describe in words. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a narrow escape from death."

Zhao Sheng pondered for a moment and suddenly asked: "Ancestor Qingyang once left a comment about the ancient bloodline. Do you know which comment it was?"

After hearing this, Zhao Jingyu suddenly fell into deep thought.

Zhao Sheng was not in a hurry to tell the answer, but quietly waited for the other party's response.

After a while, Zhao Jingyu slowly lay back on the recliner and said feebly: "Are you referring to the phrase 'Fighting against heaven and earth, the ancients will not surrender to heaven'."

"That's exactly what I said. I think you have a lot of warriors who are brave enough to fight against heaven and earth and are not afraid of death, but no one has truly understood the meaning of 'barbarian and unyielding to nature'."

"Oh, is it so?"

Zhao Sheng nodded: "The Mangu clan is a born fighter and has never been afraid of the sky! Although you also have Mangu blood, you have been influenced by the family's concept of 'cultivation is supreme' since you were young, and you fear the sky from the bottom of your heart. Although Wu The holy realm is a new breakthrough in martial arts, but for the ancient bloodline, you are missing a crucial link."

".The lack of the test of heaven means the lack of the sanctification of heavenly tribulation."

Before Zhao Jingyu could question, Zhao Sheng suddenly sped up his speech: "As for the will of the cells, we should not break it, but surrender it, just like an immortal cultivator surrenders the mind ape. It is not an enemy, but your 'partner' . Use the will of martial arts to assimilate the will of the cells to maximize the potential of the bloodline. After passing the test of the heavenly tribulation, the deeper bloodline potential will be stimulated again, thus entering an unknown martial realm that is higher than that of a martial saint."

"Martial arts heavenly tribulation?" Zhao Jingyu was immediately shocked. No matter how imaginative he was, he never thought that warriors would need to go through the heavenly tribulation test like immortal cultivators.

"This is so ridiculous!" He murmured to himself, but there was a vague realization in his heart that what the other party said seemed to make sense.

Back then, on the day he was promoted to Martial Saint, he felt a faint sign of danger in his heart. The source came from heaven, but it suddenly dissipated. At the time, he thought it was an illusion.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

To condense the golden elixir, a cultivator still needs to go through the golden elixir thunder tribulation.

So wouldn't a martial saint whose strength is comparable to Jin Dan's master not have to accept the test of heavenly tribulation?

The way of heaven is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs!

How could Heaven treat the Martial Saint "in a different light"?

Unless the way forward for the Martial Saint is cut off, he is destined to be unable to threaten the sky.

"Surrender, assimilate!. How to assimilate? How to surrender?"

When Zhao Jingyu was awakened by a word and fell into deep thought, Zhao Sheng quietly left a jade slip and disappeared into the light.

…

Dunguang flew into Qingming, but he did not return to Binghuofeng Cave. Instead, he flew thirty miles and came to the sky above a large spiritual field.

Suddenly, firelight fell from the sky, passed through an invisible spiritual energy barrier, and landed on the edge of a spiritual field filled with dragon tooth rice, revealing Zhao Sheng's figure.

This spiritual field is about a hundred paces long, thirty paces wide, and covers an area of ​​about ten acres. The spiritual rice in the field is lush and green, and each spiritual rice plant is like a small tree, more than ten feet tall, with rice stalks as long as It has thick arms and slender leaves hanging down, rippling and flying in the wind like willow leaves.

Between the layers of green leaves, one can vaguely see three-foot-long rice ears rising up into the sky like swords, dense as a forest, and emitting a faint white light.

Dragon tooth rice is a different type of spiritual rice. It usually matures once every three years. Each acre produces thousands of dragon tooth rice grains, and one grain weighs one pound.

Mature Longya rice is as long as a palm and as thick as a finger. It is as crystal clear as white jade and as hard as iron. It has an excellent taste and is full of aura. It can be said to be the best among spiritual rice.

Eating longya rice regularly on weekdays is not only beneficial to cultivation, but also greatly improves physical fitness.

Zhao Sheng stood at the edge of the field, his eyes surging with divine light, and strands of spiritual thoughts shot out, intertwining and stacking in the air in an instant, weaving an extremely complex spherical configuration.

Poof!

With the flash of his mind, a large fireball with a diameter of two feet suddenly condensed out of thin air in the sky above the spiritual field. The fireball burned ragingly, with countless flames rolling in seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

The seven-color firelight blended together quickly, and the big fireball quickly turned into a "light ball" that steadily released a large amount of white light. From a distance, it looked like there was an extra "sun" in the spiritual field.

Zhao Sheng's eyes were as bright as lightning, and his spiritual thoughts were constantly outputting. While maintaining the stability of the "sun", he carefully adjusted the spell configuration.

The surrounding auras of heaven and earth were attracted one after another, sinking into the "sun" like moths rushing into a flame, becoming the fuel to keep it burning.

boom!

After a few breaths, the big fireball suddenly distorted and then collapsed.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand to disperse the rioting mana. Then he released strands of spiritual thoughts and continued to weave new spell configurations.

In the blink of an eye, a new "sun" reappeared over Lingtian.

This time, the sun lasted for half a quarter of an hour before twisting and collapsing.

Zhao Sheng was not impatient, and once again dispersed the aftermath of the magic power, and continued to weave the "sun".

When the sun set and stars filled the sky, after hundreds of consecutive failures, Zhao Sheng finally constructed a more stable and efficient spell configuration.

This time, the "sun" burned for less than half an hour, still emitting a blazing white and soft light very steadily, shining on the surrounding ten acres of spiritual fields.

Zhao Sheng nodded with satisfaction. This "life flame" has begun to take shape, but it is still missing...

Thinking like this, he suddenly turned his head and looked east. At this time, an old farmer in green clothes was walking cautiously a few dozen feet away, with a cautious and awe-filled expression on his face.

Zhao Sheng waved to him and then sent a spiritual thought.

The old farmer in green was shocked, and immediately trotted forward, scolded him to the end, and shouted in awe: "Senior, I wonder what your orders are?"

"What's your name? Are you looking after this Longya rice field?"

"Senior, little old man Zhou Xiang. The ten acres of spiritual land around here is what little old man is taking care of."

"Well, come here, don't be afraid." Zhao Sheng nodded and greeted again.

The old farmer in Tsing Yi walked tremblingly to his side, his eyes secretly glancing at the big fireball in the field from time to time.

At this time, he suddenly felt a pain on the back of his hand. When he looked down, he saw the flesh and blood on the back of his hand rolled up. Blood flowed from the wound on his thumb and dripped to the ground.

Seeing this situation, the old farmer in Qingyi was so frightened that he was about to collapse to the ground.

His qualifications are too poor. He has been practicing for decades and only has the third level of Qi refining. Faced with an unpredictable senior, he can't think of a single desperate idea.

But in the next moment, an invisible force suddenly imprisoned his body, and then there was a spiritual stone with brilliant light and emerald green in front of him. It was actually a middle-grade stone!

"Don't be afraid, this spirit stone is just an apology."

Hearing this, the old farmer in Qingyi suddenly lost his fear and looked happy instead.

One middle-grade spiritual stone is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

He worked hard for three years, harvested ten acres of dragon tooth rice, paid the rent, and then sold the remaining spiritual rice to earn sixty or seventy yuan of low-grade spiritual stones.

Suddenly, the old farmer in Qingyi was filled with expectations, hoping to receive more rewards.

At this time, Zhao Sheng ordered: "Stretch out your hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old farmer relaxed.

He quickly followed the instructions and stretched out his bloody right hand. At the same time, he grabbed the spirit stone with his left hand and quickly stuffed it into his arms.

As Zhao Sheng's mind turned, he saw the "sun" above Lingtian suddenly separate a ray of white light, shining straight at him and covering his injured right hand.