Immortal cultivation starts with copying

No matter how he performed the Fire God Art, it was as if the true energy in his body had never existed.

He didn't even have the sense of Qi he had at the beginning of the first level of Qi refining, let alone the eight extraordinary meridians throughout his body.

At the moment, he is really just like a mortal, but fortunately, he still has all the strength in his body.

"well……!"

Chen Yunhao sighed. He couldn't figure out what was happening now. The only thing that made him happy was that he was still alive.

Chen Yunhao stood up and walked to the pond. The water was very clear and clean, with no fish living inside.

Chen Yunhao untied his clothes and cleaned the wound with water.

There are a lot of healing pills in his storage bag, but now he can't take out any of them.

Without a healing elixir, you can only wait for the wound to heal on its own.

After cleaning the wound, Chen Yunhao looked around.

This place must be connected to the Land Abandoned by Heaven, there is no doubt about it, otherwise he would not have come to this secret realm.

There was a wilderness area within a few miles around where he was standing. It could be said to be very desolate. Except for a few pools with some short plants growing around them, most of the area was dark red gravel.

There was no sunlight here and it was impossible to tell the direction. Chen Yunhao chose a direction where he could see the shadow of some mountains in the distance.

After walking less than a hundred feet, Chen Yunhao paused and burst into laughter the next moment.

Because just now he suddenly thought of the ancient mirror in his Dantian. Although he could no longer look inside, he couldn't see anything in his Dantian.

But just now he was thinking about the mysterious ancient mirror. Could it be that it was also sealed in his body?

But he never thought that as soon as the thought came to his mind, the ancient mirror appeared on his right hand.

This made Chen Yunhao ecstatic. Sure enough, the ancient mirror had an unusual origin. Even without the true essence, he could still control the ancient mirror.

Chen Yunhao's mind changed again, and the next moment the ancient mirror disappeared again.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that the ancient mirror must have returned to his Dantian.

This time, Chen Yunhao's melancholy mood was swept away. The ancient mirror was the foundation for his family and his life. As long as the ancient mirror could still be used by him, everything was possible.

Chen Yunhao continued on the road, this time his steps were a little brisker.

The mountain shadow seemed very close, but he didn't know how many miles apart it was, or how many hours he had walked. Chen Yunhao only saw the existence of the mountain when he felt a little tired.

You must know that Chen Yunhao is a monk, and his body is nourished by spiritual energy. In addition, he has practiced the body refining technique, so his physical strength is unparalleled.

It can make him feel tired, which shows that the journey along the way is more than hundreds of miles.

Along the way, the surroundings were extremely quiet, as if it were a dead place. There was only the sound of his feet on the ground, not even a sound of insects.

When I walked not far from the foot of the mountain, I saw a few stone houses in a mountain col near the cliff.

Chen Yunhao cheered up. It would be nice to have someone there. At least we should find out where this place is and can we get out?

“Someone didn’t….”

Chen Yunhao walked to several stone houses and shouted loudly.

The several stone houses in front of them were built using local materials. They were very simple and could accommodate one or two people at most. Even the doors were made of fine straw.

The entire mountain Chen Yunhao saw was bare, so there was no need to think about wood.

There is no trace of wood on several stone houses.

Seeing no one answered for a long time, Chen Yunhao shouted again.

After seeing that no one answered, Chen Yunhao walked to the first stone house and opened the thatched door.

There was nothing in the stone house, and the ground was covered with dust. It had obviously been abandoned for a long time.

Several stone houses were not far apart. Chen Yuanhao pushed open the second stone house, which was still the same as before.

Just when Chen Yunhao was hesitating whether to continue looking at the other stone houses, an old voice sounded behind him.

"There's no need to look any further. Those who have left have already left long ago, and those who have died have already died long ago..."

Chen Yunhao hurriedly looked back and saw a stooped old man walking in at the entrance of the col where he came in.

This old man has silver hair and his true age cannot be seen, but to Chen Yunhao, he looks like an ordinary mortal old man.

The silver-haired old man also held a cloth bag in his left hand, and it was vaguely visible that there were some berries inside, the same small purple fruits that Chen Yunhao saw by the pond.

The silver-haired old man paused when passing by Chen Yunhao, and then continued walking to the last stone house.

"You're new here, I haven't seen anyone come in for a few years...!"

"Old man, excuse me, can you help me clarify my doubts?"

"Come in, just in time to chat with me, an old man."

The silver-haired old man pushed open the grass door, looked back at Chen Yunhao, nodded and said.

Chen Yunhao hesitated for a moment, then followed the silver-haired old man into the stone house.

The size of the last stone house is no different from other stone houses, and up to two people can sleep side by side.

The only difference is that inside this stone house, there is a piece of fur of an unknown animal on the ground.

"Old man..."

Chen Yunhao had just finished sitting down when he couldn't wait to ask.

"I know what you want to ask, take your time, let me take a breath first..."

The silver-haired old man waved his hands and said slightly out of breath.

"I'm old and no longer useful. I think back then, it was only a few dozen miles away, and we couldn't reach it in the blink of an eye. Alas...!"

The silver-haired old man breathed calmly, his eyes full of memories.

"What's your name, old man?"

After a while, Chen Yunhao saw that the old man's breathing had calmed down a lot, and he bowed slightly and asked.

"Call me Lao Luo. Back then, I was like you, a cultivator who could fly into the sky and hide in the ground. Now you are like me, an ordinary mortal body..."

The silver-haired old man said, laughing, and his smile was full of helplessness.

"This place is called Fengling Tomb. It has existed since ancient times, in the last era..."

Maybe it was because the silver-haired old man hadn't spoken for a long time. Before Chen Yunhao asked, the old man talked about everything he knew.

In the last era, the human race in this world was not prosperous, and there were not only two races, human and demon. Thousands of races lived in this world.

One of them was a race that looked exactly like the human race, the only difference was that they were tall.

Even newborns were half a zhang tall, and adults were more than four or five zhang tall. They were called giants by other races.

The giants can be said to be the darlings of heaven. Not only are they tall, they are also naturally strong and suitable for cultivation. They are the race with the best cultivation talent among the thousands of races known on the continent.

Although they have good cultivation talent, the reproduction of the giants is far inferior to that of other races, so the giants are the race with the smallest population on the continent.