Eternal Tranquility

Wuyuan and the others looked embarrassed and exhausted. Although their spiritual robes, which were comparable to magic weapons, were not damaged, they were stained with a lot of mud and grass juice. Their hair was even more messy, as if they had just hatched several nests of birds.

Bai Fengming was also among them, with blood oozing faintly from his shoulder. It was unknown whether he was injured by the white tiger before or was injured again later.

Several people raised their heads and looked up. When they saw Liu Qinghuan hanging on the mountain wall, their expressions became gloomy. After discussing in low voices for a while, they also started climbing the mountain.

Neither party was interested in saying hello or anything like that. Liu Qinghuan withdrew his gaze, stared at a corolla composed of several small red fruits not far away, thought for a while, and decided to give up.

It was an old ginseng growing in the crevices of the cliff. It looked very old. However, if you wanted to dig it out, you had to go around a smooth stone wall and poke out more than ten steps to the left before you could reach it.

What a waste of time.

So, separated by a distance, the two groups of people climbed up silently, and no one stopped for a moment unless they were extremely tired and hungry.

Fortunately for Liu Qinghuan, there was a fruit of Ligusticum spp. that could quench hunger and thirst. However, Wuyuan and the others could not find such a good thing. The little food they saved in the forest was quickly consumed, so they could only look for food on the cliffs. If you don't have enough, you can only pull a few handfuls of grass leaves to fill your stomach.

The higher you go, the fiercer the mountain wind becomes, making you unable to stand steadily. You can only hold on to the cracks in the rocks and wait for the wind to subside before continuing. On the sixth day, it started pouring rain.

The mountain wall became wet and slippery, and the rainwater gathered into water columns and poured down like countless small waterfalls, which looked quite spectacular from a distance.

It's just a disaster for mountain climbers. Liu Qinghuan was lucky enough to find a crack on the mountain wall that was barely enough to shelter in. She was able to take shelter from the rain while also being able to breathe.

Looking down, the sky was dark and the heavy rain isolated the figures of those people.

Liu Qinghuan has been paying attention to their progress in the past few days. Wuyuan is the fastest among them and has even closed the distance with him, while Bai Fengming is left far behind because of his shoulder injury.

It had been six days, they had spent six days and nights on the cliff, but so far they had only climbed a small half of the cliff of the entire mountain. There was still more than half of the journey waiting for them, who were trying to steal the treasure.

Liu Qinghuan sometimes thinks that if he climbs to the top of the mountain and there is nothing on it, things will become very funny.

Of course, this possibility is still quite low. Just saying that this place suppresses Mahayana monks so violently shows that this mountain is not simple.

After the heavy rain, a rainbow hung in the sky, the weather became better, and the difficult climb continued.

There are many inconveniences to becoming a mortal, but they are not mortals after all. Those who can cultivate to the Mahayana are all people who have experienced countless storms and heavy rains and have an extremely strong will.

Liu Qinghuan glanced down again, and Wu Yuan below just raised his head at this time. The two looked at each other silently across the steep cliff hundreds of feet away.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly curled up the corners of his lips, a bright green light flashed in his palms, and his climbing speed suddenly increased!

Wuyuan's eyes widened instantly: "You, you can still use magic power!"

His answer was a burst of hearty laughter: "I won't wait for you. See you on the top of the mountain, hahaha!"

Seeing Liu Qinghuan go away, Wu Yuan was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but he could only slap the mountain wall with a few hateful palms. He finally managed to close the distance between them, but in the blink of an eye they became further and further apart.

Why wasn't the opponent's mana suppressed? !

Using his magic power, Liu Qinghuan climbed most of the remaining distance in just one day.

The moment he stepped onto the top of the mountain, with a bang, all the sealed meridians were suddenly unlocked!

Liu Qinghuan felt that his body had become extremely light again. The hunger and fatigue of the past few days had been swept away, and all his vigorous mana and strength had returned.

He let out a sigh of relief, raised his head again, and stood stunned for an instant!

In front of him is an astonishingly large flat land, which is entirely paved with blue-green jade. There is not a single seam in sight, and it actually looks like it was flattened from a huge piece of green jade.

And in the middle of the flat ground, what looks like a stone palace at the bottom of the mountain is actually a high jade platform, surrounded by one hundred and eight steps, one step at a time, going straight into the clouds.

"Altar of sacrifice to heaven?" Liu Qinghuan had a sudden thought. He poured mana into his eyes and tried his best to see clearly the situation on the highest jade platform. However, there was a hazy halo covering it, like a dream, full of magic. .

"This is..." Liu Qinghuan's eyes suddenly condensed: "Dao pattern!"

I saw lines of water-like lines, deeply engraved on the stone steps, which became smaller and smaller as they went outwards. When he reached the edge of the mountain, there was only one line of sapphire left under his feet.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand and touched the Dao pattern. He immediately felt an invisible Dao spirit lingering around him, and blurred light and shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

The flat ground is still the flat ground in front of you, but there are many futons in the light and shadow. Fuzzy figures in broad robes and buns sit cross-legged, with their eyes closed and listening. Even the stone steps were filled with people, one after another, all the way to the highest jade platform where the fairy light shone.

"when!"

As if there was a bell ringing, Liu Qinghuan suddenly woke up, with the ultimate surprise blooming in his eyes: "Dojo!"

No wonder it has such a strong suppression on their cultivation. It turns out that this place is an ancient immortal dojo!

Liu Qinghuan reached out to the Dao pattern on the ground in disbelief, feeling the Dao meaning that was still completely dissipated, and...

This time, he finally saw clearly in the dizzy fairy light. There was a large stone table displayed on the high jade platform. The scriptures and ink were placed one by one on the table. A pair of slender and strong hands gently rested on the edge of the table. .

Liu Qinghuan stepped forward and reached the foot of the high platform in a few flashes. Then he felt a strong pressure falling to the ground, forcing him to fall down. The place where he fell was the first stone step.

His eyes flashed: "It seems that there is another test set up here."

If you want to climb the ladder to immortality, you must first prove your own path. This is a test method commonly used in the world of immortality.

Liu Qinghuan stepped on the stone steps with one foot, and the majestic Taoist spirit surged out from the Taoist patterns engraved on the jade steps, like a thunder, shaking his mind.

A distant and indifferent voice sounded in my ears: "The nine true treasures of the moon, the sunlight turns into a jade chamber, the breath is purple, the Great Hun Emperor is one, the eight smokes are born, the Bailing Mingwei..."

Liu Qinghuan's mind gradually calmed down, and he unknowingly sat down cross-legged on the stone steps. Green energy rose from under him, and the Tao realm unfolded on its own.

After Wu Yuan finally climbed to the top of the mountain on the seventeenth day, what he saw was this scene. Liu Qinghuan was sitting cross-legged on the sixth stone step, with his eyes closed, the Taoist law was turning, and he had completely entered the state of meditation. .

The moon is nine true, the sun turns into a jade chamber, the breath is purple, the Great Hun Emperor is one, eight smokes are born, hundreds of spirits are powerful... "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing"