Asking for Immortality in Another World

After Fairy Wenqin left, the Dengdao Mountain returned to its peaceful state.

He didn't feel lonely being alone on the mountain.

For him.

No matter how lively things were in the past, they were all temporary.

It was just a kind of seasoning on the road to immortality.

Occasionally, when he was free, he might taste one or two things.

Rather, it was all of his pursuit of the Tao.

It was even insignificant!

At present.

The most important thing for him was to practice hard.

The closer he was to the Tao, the more he understood. The more he felt that he was insignificant.

The Tao was vast, when could he be called an immortal? !

He practiced hard in seclusion in the first year after Fairy Wenqin left.

He also practiced in seclusion in the second year.

That is.

The speed of his spiritual consciousness improvement was much slower than when Fairy Wenqin was still there.

This huge gap between them was a world of difference, just like practicing with drugs and practicing without drugs.

It took him several years to adapt back to it.

His current spiritual consciousness is no less than 180 miles, and the distance to 200 miles is only a little more than 10 miles.

This also shows the improvement brought to him by the Jinghong song.

However, this improvement is the highest when he first practiced dual cultivation.

The subsequent improvement is not so exaggerated.

But the key is to be able to repeat this practice over and over again.

Its value may even be greater than the effect that several ordinary spiritual consciousness spirit seeds can bring him.

This shows the effect and value of the Jinghong song of the fairy Wenqin.

Very high, very high!

His investment and transaction are not a loss.

For him, now he has even made a lot of money back.

The improvement of spiritual consciousness is much more difficult than the improvement of mana.

Even if.

For him.

For any high-level cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation.

Every ten miles or one mile of spiritual consciousness improvement is a happy thing.

Although the spiritual consciousness will inevitably improve with the improvement of realm and mana, this improvement is rare and quite slow.

When breaking through the bottleneck of the big realm and small realm.

Spiritual consciousness is also a very important thing! !

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In seclusion on the mountain.

Three years, four years, ten years... all left him quietly.

In a blink of an eye, it has been thirty years since Fairy Wenqin left the sect and went to another domain to cultivate immortals, and she has never come back in these thirty years.

For the old monster Huashen, thirty years is not a long time, and the time of seclusion may be much longer than this.

These rotten peach trees on Dengdao Mountain have been ripe and rotten for thirty years.

The top of the mountain is full of dead branches and fallen leaves and rotten peaches.

It is enough to show that the owner of this mountain may not have come out for many years.

A seclusion is thirty years, he can really stay at home.

Maybe this is not called staying at home, but simply not so sensitive to time.

Just like a Huashen cultivator will not care about some of the lower spirits on his body, if there are any.

Let alone the lower spirits, even the middle and upper spirits, for the old monster of the God Transformation, they are not of much value, except for the extreme spirits.

This thing is also of great value to the God Transformation, and at the same time, it is also the main currency among the God Transformation.

A mere lower spirit.

Time is even less valuable to him than this.

Retreating for thirty years is far from his limit, nor does he think that thirty years is too long, but in this year, his fourth-grade upper-grade pure spirit grass finally upgraded to the fifth grade.

Fifth grade!

Since the year before the spirit of the Heavenly Spirit Realm was weak, it has been thousands of years, right? !

Thousands of years.

Even for him, this time still seems long.

During the year of his retreat.

The pure spirit grass he first started to cultivate finally entered this stage.

It's not easy.

It's too difficult!

He didn't expect that he would really see this thing upgraded to such a large grade in his "lifetime".

Gu Changsheng's eyes were filled with tears.

The changes of the fifth-level Pure Spirit Grass are not that big.

It is just very high.

It has risen a lot.

It is almost as high as the highest mountain in the cave.

Looking up from the bottom.

It seems to connect the sky and the earth!

After this Pure Spirit Grass, which was cultivated the earliest and of the highest grade, entered the fifth level, the amount of spiritual energy it can absorb and exhale has increased significantly.

It is almost the same as a third-level spiritual vein.

One plant can replace many plants.

This is just the amount of spiritual energy it absorbs and exhales on its own.

If he replenishes it with spiritual energy by sacrificing life and replenishing spirit every day, the amount of spiritual energy it absorbs and exhales can be further improved.

It is almost the same as a fourth-level spiritual vein in the outside world of cultivation!

The fourth-level spiritual vein can accommodate multiple Nascent Soul cultivators to practice inside.

Moreover.

The spiritual energy absorbed and exhaled by the Pure Spirit Grass is very pure.

It is even better for some plants!

A fifth-level Pure Spirit Grass.

It cost him countless years of his life.

It took him three or four hundred years to reach the state of transformation.

In addition, he also spent many years before the state of transformation.

Even though he is now in the state of becoming a god.

It would take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, to ripen such a fifth-level pure spirit grass? !

hiss.

You must know that if he wants to ripen ordinary fifth-level elixirs, it will only take about ten years at most. He can ripen one plant, but with the Pure Spirit Grass, there are so many at once.

The difference is hundreds of times.

And the effect is not that shocking.

It won't even have a big impact on the world of immortality. How can the world of immortality lack such a third-level spiritual vein?

One more and one less actually makes little difference.

Even the fourth-level spiritual veins in the outside world are not able to penetrate his eyes of transformation into gods. This is because the treasure of the sea lacks spiritual energy in the cave.

otherwise.

It would be impossible for him to even look at this kind of Pure Spirit Grass.

What rubbish!

After the fifth level of Pure Spirit Grass, it can still be improved further.

seem.

It's the same as having no upper limit.

However, it would take him thousands of years to mature even the fifth level. If it were higher than the fifth level, ten thousand years would probably not be enough.

Ten thousand years.

Even he felt it was a headache.

So, he is not insensitive to time, but is insensitive to the too little time within a hundred years? !

After thirty years of seclusion in the mountains, he finally came out of the cave.

Count with your fingers.

Only then did I realize that thirty years had passed.

His eyes and expression were all calm, but he was only thirty years old.

He didn't feel much.

Walk out of the cave and onto the top of the mountain.

He glanced up at the top of his head.

"Twenty-eight strands." He murmured softly.

A blink of an eye.

It has been more than two hundred years since the war between the two races ended.

then.

Most of the spiritual seeds he once spread out in the world of immortality have probably completely degenerated now.

Anyway, during these years in seclusion, he could feel that the growth rate of his luck was getting slower and slower.

Now, the growth that can be brought about has been approaching nothing.

Mortals and low-level immortal cultivators in the world of immortality will never be short of it, just like the weeds that pop up every time.

For more than two hundred years.

These low-level populations in the three domains have already recovered gradually.

It is no longer the withered scene of the past.

But in the world of cultivating immortals, it is not these low-level monks and the population that determine the rise and fall of the world, but the high-level cultivators.

In this world where great power belongs to oneself.

No matter how many low-level monks there are, they can't really determine anything.

On top of the mountain.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the entire mountain.

The entire Taoist sect's scene is vaguely visible here.

as.

It's like looking at a landscape painting.

And he is like an outsider outside this painting.

A person who appreciates paintings, observes paintings, and makes paintings from the outside, but is not the person in the painting.

He is Jiang Li, but not completely.

Jiang Li is the ancestor of Taoism, but he is not.

This may be contradictory.

But not very contradictory.

He put his hands into his sleeves and stared at him for who knows how long before waving away.

Quiet and restless, he walked around the sect.

But he didn't even show his face, nor did he alert anyone in the sect.

In a situation where an old monster who transformed into a god wanted to hide.

Even these Yuanying elders within the sect may not be able to see it.

Only three to four hundred years have passed since he became a god within the sect.

But it seems that it has been more than three or four hundred years.

Most of the disciples he saw after entering the sect have withered away in these years.

Even the Yuanying elders are no exception.

Three or four hundred years passed.

There were very few people in the sect who seemed familiar to him.

And most of them are senile and have reached their twilight years.

It’s as if time hasn’t passed three or four hundred years.

It's like a long, long time has passed.

In his three or four hundred years.

But it is the whole life or most of the lives of so many disciples in the sect.

He didn't think it was that long.

It seems so obvious to these people.

It is obvious that the young man has a beautiful hair and the genius has bowed his waist.

It was as if there was someone who seemed slightly familiar to him in the Sutra Pavilion just now, and he could vaguely face a figure in his memory many years ago.

What seems to be the second question about the heart? !

Although he has reached the Nascent Soul realm, he is still in his twilight years.

And it's just that I vaguely seem to have seen such a person in my memory.

And there are not many such figures in the entire sect.

"It's time."

He sighed slightly in the Sutra Pavilion.

Then leave! !

And in the Taoist Sutra Pavilion.

A certain figure with gray hair suddenly opened his groggy eyes.

He just seemed to hear a sigh from within the Sutra Pavilion.

However, when I scanned my consciousness, I saw nothing in the Sutra Pavilion.

There were only figures of a group of disciples browsing inside.

There was nothing different between the spiritual consciousness's scans back and forth.

"Did you hear that wrong?"

The white-haired old man muttered this to himself.

But he somehow felt that the voice he just heard vaguely seemed familiar.

But for a moment I didn’t really think about it.

I just had a vague feeling that it might be someone familiar to me.

"I'm old."

The white-haired old man shook his head, walked back to his rocking chair, withdrew his consciousness from the Sutra Pavilion, and his eyes turned groggy again.

And just at this time.

He seemed to have spotted a figure in the corner of his vision.

This figure...

Look at this figure that has disappeared into the corner of the corner.

He suddenly froze.

It took a long time before he came back to his senses.

There were several indescribable emotions in his groggy eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago.

On the top of Daowao Mountain.

At that time, the young man's figure was so stunning that he caught his sight.

It covered up the high-spirited figure on the top of Wendao Mountain when he was young.

And after all these years.

He had already looked very old, but this young man still looked the same as before.

This is the transformation of gods.

pity.

He was afraid that he would never see the future of this figure again.

. .

After wandering around the sect for such a long time, he returned to the top of the mountain.

There weren't many old acquaintances in the entire sect that seemed familiar to him, and even if they were, they were all gray-haired and senile.

It is estimated that these will all fade away in a few years.

It's no wonder that some old monsters in the world of immortality are indifferent to emotions.

Is it strange that there is no one close to you in the world anymore, and your feelings gradually become indifferent?

Not surprising.

That is to say, he has long been used to this.

When he first became a god, he spent a lot of time in the Sutra Pavilion.

Ashamed.

Even now, he has not personally copied down all the things in the sect's Sutra Pavilion.

It's just a copy of some relatively important ones.

Probably less than one-tenth of the total number.

The information recorded in the Sutra Pavilion is vast.

It is estimated that even if an old monster transforms into a god, he will not eat or drink for the rest of his life.

Just copy it by hand.

It is impossible to copy them all.

This is bound to take a very, very long time.

Good thing.

He has already recorded all these contents through other things.

He has plenty of time.

One day I will be able to copy it completely one after another.

The premise is that he will not get any more messy ancient books from the world of immortality.

But is this possible?

It will probably be something he will be busy with for the rest of his life.

certainly.

This is just something that happens when you have nothing to do.

It will not delay his usual practice.

What an old monster.

How can you be called a weirdo without some weird hobbies? !

certainly.

Maybe it's not just a hobby, maybe it's also a way to maintain himself for a long time?

I'm afraid no one can understand it except himself.

After returning to Dendao Mountain, he began to fall into seclusion again.

Of course, it is no longer just a retreat for several decades.

Occasionally, I would come out of the cave on the mountain to take a look.

It can also be considered to regulate some physical and mental health and mood.

actually.

Even the old monster who transforms into a god rarely has a retreat that lasts for tens or even hundreds of years.

The body can withstand such a retreat.

But the mind is not necessarily so, and it may be half the result with half the effort.

My mind is full of distracting thoughts.