Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

In a remote place in the Demonic Plain, a ten-foot-high stone platform stands tall, standing out from the crowd in the flat wilderness.

The stone platform is made of white boulders about ten feet in size, with a smooth surface like jade, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, and a platform about three feet in size on the top.

There are jade-carved railings around it, which are very conspicuous in the dark and gray Demonic Abyss.

Not only that, within a hundred feet around the stone platform, there is no invasion of demonic energy, as if there is an invisible wall that blocks the demonic energy outside.

This wall extends infinitely upwards to the sky, so within a hundred feet of the stone platform, the sky is clear, the blue sky is clear, and there are thousands of golden lights. In this dark and depressing wilderness, it is the only bright place.

A beam of light flew from a distance and stopped above the stone platform, revealing a figure, which was Chen Yuan.

He felt the long-lost sunshine, and his mood slowly calmed down. The little depression and madness that was contaminated by the endless killing quietly dissipated.

After parting with Qingliu, Chen Yuan barely escaped a hundred miles, then stopped and set up a stealth formation to recover his wounds.

He was seriously injured by the charming woman, but fortunately, it was all physical injuries. After taking two healing pills, he recovered as before.

Then he flew all the way to the nearest altar, which took a total of two days.

He encountered many monsters on the way, all of which were fearless and could only kill.

Along the way, he had more than 300 dead monsters, 90% of which were monsters below level 5, with only two level 6 monsters and one level 7 monster.

Even when he was several miles away from the altar, there were still monsters actively attacking Chen Yuan, and he could not kill them all.

Fortunately, Chen Yuan was a physical cultivator, and he could fight the enemy purely relying on the strength of his physical body, saving a lot of true energy. The Qingyuan Pill that was originally intended to be used here was not used.

The Demonic Plain lived up to its name. There were so many monsters that it seemed endless. Chen Yuan had killed at least 700 monsters along the way, but they were just a drop in the ocean.

Chen Yuan lowered his escape light and landed on the altar.

Under his feet, there was a teleportation array, about ten feet in size, recessed into the stone platform. The complex grooves were hard and sharp, which should be made by some extremely sharp magic weapon.

He raised his sleeves and flicked them, and ten black magic cores appeared in front of him. Three of them were obviously smaller, which were level six magic cores, and the others were level seven magic cores.

He left three level seven magic cores, and after leaving Jueling Island, he could exchange them for a lot of good things from the magic cultivators.

If it weren't for the threat of the charming woman, Chen Yuan would even want to stay in the Demonic Plain for a few more days to hunt monsters and seize magic cores.

After the ten magic cores appeared, the teleportation array suddenly lit up, and a white light column shot up into the sky, covering Chen Yuan and the magic cores together.

The next moment, Chen Yuan disappeared, and the ten magic cores exploded, and the pure magic energy contained in them all poured into the altar.

The altar lit up with a black light, which flickered a few times and then slowly dissipated.

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The space compression force of this teleportation was extremely weak. Chen Yuan's eyes were just blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in a strange place.

A hall came into view. The rules were exactly the same as those of the Tongtian Hall, but it was smaller and more majestic. The blue-bottomed plaque above the main entrance of the hall read "Tongming Hall" in three golden ancient seal characters.

Looking around, this was also a square, but it was ten times smaller than the square in front of the Tongtian Hall, and it was also surrounded by thick white fog.

At this time, there were only a few cultivators on the square, scattered around, as if they were intentionally keeping a distance from each other.

Chen Yuan looked over and saw four Nascent Soul cultivators, Yuntian Patriarch, Ji Laogui, Yunhe Taoist, and Shen Yi, sitting cross-legged. Although they did not emit any aura, they had a terrifying aura that made people dare not look directly at them.

In addition, there were three Jindan cultivators, none of whom Chen Yuan knew. After seeing him enter the square, they also looked over here.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, shook his robe, and walked towards Yuntian Patriarch.

After he was teleported to the square, Yuntian Patriarch did not react at all. He had been meditating with his eyes closed, but now he opened his eyes and looked at Chen Yuan who was walking towards him with a smile on his face.

The distance between the two was not long, so Chen Yuan stopped and bowed deeply.

Just as he was about to speak, Yuntian Patriarch suddenly raised his sleeves and flicked them. Chen Yuan only felt an invisible wave passing through his body, and his scattered consciousness was suddenly covered and confined to three feet around him.

But he did not stop talking, and said respectfully: "I have fulfilled my mission and successfully passed the three trials. Please, senior, please remove the restrictions in my body."

Except for Ji Laogui who was indifferent and still closed his eyes to meditate, Taoist Yunhe and Shen Yi all looked over.

Ancestor Yuntian said gently: "Why is Chen Xiaoyou so anxious?"

"I have been worried day and night, fearing that I will not pass the trial before the deadline and die. I dare not delay for a moment. Finally, I see you. I beg you to remove the restrictions." Chen Yuan said respectfully.

Ancestor Yuntian nodded slightly and raised his hand. Chen Yuan only felt a slight tingling in the tiny meridians somewhere in his chest and abdomen, and then a red light flew out of his body and dissipated into the air.

Chen Yuan felt relieved, but Ancestor Yuntian pointed again, and a blue stream of light flew into Chen Yuan's body.

Chen Yuan's face changed slightly, and he immediately looked inside himself, only to see the stream of light entering his dantian and merging into the long-silent blue talisman.

The talisman glowed slightly, then sank again, but was closer to Chen Yuan's dantian than before.

Patriarch Yuntian smiled and said, "Since you have successfully passed the three trials, I will lift the ban as agreed."

"But it is not my original intention for my little friend to be worried these days."

"As compensation, if my friend uses the spirit summoning technique in the future, the power will be increased by 20%."

When Chen Yuan heard this "good news", he sneered in his heart, but he forced a smile on his face and said with an ugly expression: "Thank you, senior, for the reward. I will definitely do my best to help senior obtain that spiritual object."

Patriarch Yuntian's move was within his expectation. As long as he could remove the red light spot, he was not afraid at all.

Ancestor Yuntian had already anticipated Chen Yuan's reluctant reaction, and said warmly: "Don't worry, little friend, I will definitely not treat you badly after the matter is completed."

Chen Yuan sneered even more in his heart, but there was a look of doubt on his face: "I dare to ask senior, what is that spiritual object, and how can I help senior?"

Ancestor Yuntian pondered for a moment, then suddenly sighed: "Well, we're already here, it's time to explain this matter to my little friend."

"That spiritual object is called Fulong Chizhen Vine. It is a thousand-year-old spiritual grass that has the ability to extend life."

"To be honest, little friend, my life is approaching, and I urgently need the Fulong Red True Vine to extend my life, so I have to rely on my help."