Eternal Cultivation: Starting with Three Generations Living Together

The moment after Xia Danyang died, Ziyang rushed into the secret room and froze Xia Danyang's body with a piece of ice stone that lasted ten thousand years!

Seeing Xia Danyang's corpse and smelling the fragrance, Zi Yuan and others were a little unbelievable!

They couldn't believe that he actually died in this disaster.

"Brother Xia, this..."

"This is impossible, impossible. Danyang will never die. With his talent and perseverance..."

After freezing Xia Danyang, Ziyang kept his head down until now.

"Father can still be saved..."

Hearing Zi Yang's sworn words, Zi Luan and his sister Xia Zichuan, who were already looking downcast and almost crying, all looked at him expectantly.

Only Wen Renxiang frowned slightly.

When he first came in, he had already confirmed with his spiritual consciousness that Brother Danyang was truly dead, with no soul left behind.

If you want to be reborn after death, you must at least have the golden elixir level. As for other methods of resurrection, he has never heard of them in so many years.

"Yang'er, what did you say...?"

Ziyang nodded: "I have practiced a secret technique that can preserve the soul of a close relative. However, I am only in the foundation building stage now and can only preserve it for ten years."

"Fortunately, I will be able to overcome the inner demon tribulation soon. After passing the inner demon tribulation and reaching the fake elixir realm, my father's soul can be preserved for fifty years!"

"As long as I survive the Golden Elixir Tribulation within the time limit, I can preserve my father's soul for another hundred or two hundred years."

"As long as I continue to break through within the deadline, and finally break through to become a god, then I can find a way to completely revive my father..."

"By the way, now every seven days, I can wake up my father and let him talk to everyone..."

"It's like..."

Suddenly, Zi Yang tilted his head, as if falling asleep.

After a few breaths,

I saw Ziyang come back to his senses, and his temperament changed drastically at this moment.

From Ziyang to...Xia Danyang!

"Zi Yang" smiled at everyone: "I'm sorry, everyone, I failed and lived up to your expectations!"

After reminiscing about old times and Wen Renxiang's spiritual scanning, everyone finally confirmed Xia Danyang's identity.

He is indeed Xia Danyang and not Ziyang pretending to be too sad.

Xia Danyang's family and Wen Renxiang were very happy about this.

Although Ziyang's breakthrough into a god is far away, it can still be seen from time to time. It's good that there is still hope of resurrection.

…

Three years later, Yaowang Valley, Qingquan Square.

It's so busy here now with so many people.

Today is the day to set off for the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Conference is led by the three sects of Yaowang Valley, Tianya Haige and Jinlin Island.

Sixty-four Qi-refining stage disciples from the Seven Peaks of Yaowang Valley and thirty-two Foundation-building stage disciples will represent Yaowang Valley in the conference.

This is a grand gathering held once every 50 years by the three factions.

It is not only the disciples of the three sects who are participating in the conference, tens of thousands of monks and casual cultivators from almost all the cities around the Dongze Region will take action after hearing the news.

Chibi Sanfang, where Xue Shuyang is located, is naturally among them.

In the field, the monks and family and friends who participated in the conference said goodbye to each other.

Smell the fragrance, Ziyuan and her brother Xia Qiu are bidding farewell to Ziyang and Xia Zichuan.

Wen Renxiang patted Zi Yang on the shoulder: "Yang'er, perform well and don't lose to me!"

"I was a foster father back then, hehe..."

Hearing Wenrenxiang's cheap laughter, Ziyuan also laughed:

"Look at your adoptive father's beauty!"

Xia Zichuan suddenly asked: "What were Uncle Xiangxiang's achievements back then?"

Ziyuan helped Xia Zichuan straighten the ribbons tangled on his back: "He has participated in two conferences in total, winning first place and second place!"

"Yang'er, don't be stressed. Your current strength has long surpassed that of him at that time. Even if you lose, you are still stronger than he was back then. You just need to show your strength!"

Ziyang nodded slightly.

"And watch your sister, don't let her cause trouble!"

Hearing what Zi Yuan said, Xia Zichuan became unhappy: "Why did I cause trouble?"

Zi Yuan glared at her: "Just a few days ago, Aunt Shao and Uncle Jiu's children stopped fighting for you."

"Especially for the child in Aunt Shao's house. Three or four of the set of magical instruments he kept at the bottom of the box were broken. Their power has been greatly reduced. He is about to fall down several places in this competition!"

Ziyuan didn't listen to Xia Zichuan's well-founded reprimand, but she didn't talk back. She just whispered in Ziyang's ear:

"Hmph, those two idiots are so annoying. They fought among themselves and I got scolded by my mother!"

"I didn't ask them to fight!"

"They pestered me all day long, and they were annoying me to death. I told them at that time, come back to me when you become the strongest foundation builder in Yaowang Valley!

"What I thought at the time was to let them come to you and rub noses with you, so that they would be quiet for a while and stop bothering me! I didn't expect them to start fighting on their own!"

"Huh, two cowards!"

Ziyang just smiled when he heard these words.

Those two people he has crushed since childhood, let alone looking for him, just looking at him will make him look like a cat and a mouse.

After listening to Ziyuan's instructions, Ziyang and Xia Zichuan said goodbye to a few people and walked to the center of the square.

Amid the greetings from Senior Brother and Senior Sister, the two of them stood at the front of the team of monks.

There are mainly two groups of disciples participating this time.

A batch of Qi training, a batch of foundation building.

This batch of Qi training is mainly for them to see the world.

The main battle group is still the foundation building group.

Ziyang counted, sixty-four Qi Refiners and thirty-one Foundation Builders were all present.

Seeing the team size that was much larger than usual, Ziyang whispered to Xia Zichuan: "There are so many people this time, twice as many as in previous years!"

Xia Zichuan took out the sachet-sized storage bag attached to his waist and said while sorting out the contents:

"Well, the catastrophe outside is getting more and more intense now. I heard that our Yaowang Valley will be closed after this conference!"

"The other two sects are in a similar situation to ours. They will probably stay closed for hundreds of years."

"This conference is the last one before closing the mountain. Our sect attaches great importance to it, and the other two sects should also do the same!"

The catastrophe on the side of Deadwood City is over, but the catastrophe on the Xiujie side has just begun. This catastrophe will last for a hundred years and develop step by step. The situation at the end will be very terrifying. There is no way to survive without relying on large formations. Passed.

After chatting for a while, Master Jindan led by Yaowang Valley arrived.

There are three Jindan masters leading the team this time.

Zi Luan, Jing Wu Jiu and Huoyun Zhenren.

Among them, Huoyun Zhenren is the strongest combat power in Yaowang Valley, and has the perfect cultivation level in the late Jindan period.

At that time, he was the master of the war hall and the deputy master of the Yaowang Valley.

Three people fell from the sky.

Master Zi Luan and Master Jing Wujiu looked ordinary, even their legal bodies were put away and transformed into a size of one foot.

Only the leader of the war hall, Huoyun Zhenren, looked the most majestic.

I saw crimson auspicious clouds wandering around him,

Countless runes containing mysteries were constantly appearing and dying around him.

The tall and majestic body exudes a strong momentum.

The moment he arrived, the square instantly became quiet, and everyone was enveloped by a strong pressure, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Master Huo Yun floated in mid-air and slowly said:

"Next is the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference that takes place every fifty years..."

"After this conference, the mountain will be closed..."

"The three major sects have spent a lot of money on this drama conference..."

"The rewards for the top three in the alchemy and magic fighting competitions are more generous than in previous years!"

"First place, three five-mark elixirs, one top-grade magic weapon, one Golden Crow, one top-grade sword art..."

"Second place..."

"I hope you can all show your strength and have an excellent performance!"

"Set off!"

Master Huo Yun waved his hand, and a hundred disciples boarded a flying boat in an orderly manner.

The flying boat was three hundred feet long and completely black, like a piece of black coal.

After everyone got on the flying boat, the flying boat started.

A large amount of gray smoke came out of the boat, completely covering the entire boat.

From time to time a crimson lightning flashed through the smoke, looking like a thundercloud.

Lei Yunzhou is exactly the name of this third-level top-grade flying boat.

The flying boat flew into the sky, turned into a jet of black light, and quickly disappeared into the sky.