The Path to Immortality

"How about it? Are you very desperate after learning about this?"

Master Guangjin admired the change in his expression: "I am considerate of you and specially arranged the illusion to resemble my life experience back then. If you are weaker in Taoism and admit that you are Guangjin, I can inadvertently, bit by bit If I take your place, I won’t experience any despair or pain. It’s a pity that you don’t know how to appreciate me, junior. If you insist on breaking away from the illusion, I will have to use force.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the extremely powerful aura of the Yuanying cultivator came to him.

Rays of golden light flew out from his fingertips and instantly turned into shackles, locking Fang Ping in place.

No matter how hard he tried to activate the True Dharma of the Great Sun, he could not break through the mighty power of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Realizing that there was no possibility of him breaking free, Fang Ping forced himself to calm down and quickly thought of countermeasures while deliberately delaying: "Junior still has something that I don't understand. I wonder if the real person can make this junior understand? If the real person is willing to teach me, when this junior resists, If you can’t say it, you won’t be so determined.”

Seeing what he said, Master Guangjin hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Fang Ping was a little surprised by this decision to reveal his secrets without knowing it.

It cannot be ruled out that the other party is really "kind" and wants to make things clear to him. But the greater possibility is that the other party is not necessarily sure that he can win!

Does this mean...

He suppressed a little excitement in his heart and said slowly: "The sect where this junior is from, a monk who has perfected the Foundation Establishment came to the tower not long ago. That monk has a heavenly spirit root. Regardless of his qualifications or realm, he is far away. Better than the junior. Why didn’t the real person take over the younger one?”

Master Guangjin said calmly: "I have told you that after transforming into a god, you need to have all five elements in order to continue to advance to the next level. Since I have relived my life, how can I be willing to stop at transforming into a god? I must take a peek at the process of transforming into a god. A monk with all five elements is the best candidate for me."

Fang Ping seemed to have realized something, nodded, and said non-stop: "However, the disciple only has the four spiritual roots, not the five elements. I'm afraid it will miss the important things of the real person. If the real person doesn't let this junior go, how about choosing someone else?" ?”

Master Guangjin's expression was a little more helpless from the bottom of his heart.

Even the voice seemed to have a hint of complaint: "Five Spirit Root monks, it is too difficult to practice at a low level. And the conditions for entering this tower are too harsh. I have been waiting for so many years, and almost all who can get in are They all have dual spiritual roots and heavenly spiritual roots. There are not many monks with three spiritual roots who are willing to pay 50,000 spiritual stones and have a lifespan of more than a hundred years. You are still the first. ”

He paused, collected his emotions, and showed a bit of ill will again on his face: "But, it doesn't matter. If there are too many spiritual roots missing, I can't do anything. There is only one spiritual root missing. After transforming into a spirit, there will always be something. The only way to make it up is to spend more time.”

The missing spiritual roots can actually be replenished?

This news once again subverted Fang Ping's previous understanding.

Doesn’t this mean that it is possible for mortals to become immortals?

He pondered for a few breaths, and suddenly said: "Since the conditions for entering the tower are so harsh, wouldn't it be enough if the real person makes a slight modification so that the Five Spirit Root monks can easily enter?"

Guang Jin showed a bit of impatience on his face and said angrily: "Do you think I don't want to? In fact, I don't..."

He suddenly realized that he had let something slip, and he suddenly became furious: "What a young man, how dare you test me! Damn it!"

Before he finished speaking, a chubby Yuanying flew out of Guangjin's body and rushed towards him with strong malice!

A moment later, the Nascent Soul appeared above Fang Ping's head, turned around, and then sank downwards into his body.

In just one trance, Guangjin Zhenren's Nascent Soul appeared in Fang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

In the spiritual world, everything is illusion, and there is no so-called up, down, and four directions.

It was obviously only a three-inch Nascent Soul, but the moment it fell into Fang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness, its size suddenly expanded and turned into a golden giant a hundred feet tall, standing tall on the sky and the ground.

In front of this giant, the size of Fang Ping's soul is simply worth mentioning. He can be destroyed like an ant with a snap of his finger!

"It's just a foundation building. It's an honor for you to be able to use your body for me! Now, stop resisting and obey me!"

After speaking in a loud voice like a giant spirit god, Guang Jin smacked down Fang Ping's soul with one palm, intending to crush Fang Ping's soul and completely occupy this body!

This palm has earth-shattering power.

The boundless sea of ​​consciousness is rolling and rising for it!

However, this is Fang Ping's own soul world after all. With a thought in his mind, his figure instantly retreated, barely escaping the blow.

Immediately, he mobilized the power of his soul and turned it into spells, attacking towards the real person Guangjin.

Compared to the huge body that was a hundred feet tall, Fang Ping's attack only left negligible scars on it.

The enraged Master Guangjin once again used various magical methods. Even if we cannot defeat Zhong Fang Ping, we must destroy this boundless sea of ​​consciousness!

The pain of being torn apart came from his head, making Fang Ping almost faint.

However, with his full dodge, one attack after another could always be dodged with almost no chance.

On the contrary, his attacks gradually accumulated, causing numerous injuries to Master Guangjin.

In the end, Fang Ping won this incredible battle before his sea of ​​consciousness completely ruptured, successfully destroyed Guangjin's Nascent Soul and obtained a large number of his true spirit fragments.

These true spirit fragments contain a large amount of Nascent Soul monks’ skills, techniques, and knowledge of cultivation.

Coupled with the spiritual treasures and lifelong wealth that Fang Ping found from the tower and left by Guang Jin, he rose to prominence overnight.

Time seemed to suddenly speed up again inadvertently.

A year later, he successfully left Yunzhou and arrived in Xihuang.

When he turned 100, he successfully formed elixirs with the help of resources left by Master Guangjin.

After practicing for another two hundred years, Fang Ping successfully achieved Nascent Soul and enjoyed all the honors in Xihuangzhou, including power, status, spiritual treasures, Taoist companions... everything.

When he was 800 years old, he broke through to the late stage of Nascent Soul, and finally became a god, becoming the strongest monk in the Western Wilderness Continent.

On that day, the sect leaders and elders of all the Yuanying sects in Xihuang Continent came to congratulate each other and offered various treasures. He also took the initiative to use countless resources and treasures to build the [Dainichi Shrine] for Fang Ping on the top of Tianji Mountain, which is ten thousand feet high.

It covers three hundred miles, with five steps to the first floor and ten steps to the pavilion. It is extremely luxurious!

Sitting in the divine palace, he can control the fate, life and death of trillions of creatures in the Western Wasteland with just one thought, and his status is as high as the sun and at the peak of his power.

However, even if you are in the state of becoming a god, you cannot really see it for a long time after all.

Under the limitations of the spiritual energy of this world, he ultimately failed to break through to the realm above the gods. Watching as the life span is gradually depleted, it is finally time to grow old and die.

"If you really accept all this, the moment you sit down and pass away, I'm afraid the soul in reality will really dissipate with it..."

Fang Ping, wearing the crown of transforming gods, stood condescendingly with his hands behind his hands, overlooking the Western Wasteland, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Everything I experienced was wonderful, even a little too wonderful.

Compared with the smooth sailing during this period, compared with Fang Ping's difficult training before the middle stage of foundation building, especially before the foundation building, they became two extremes.

That's why it seems a little unreal!

"Although the illusion is good, it is a pity that it is not real. If I want to become a god, I can move forward step by step through my own practice. Even if I fail in the end, I have at least tried my best. Why should I be greedy for this dream?"

Fang Ping's eyes were clearer than ever before, and he was completely free from this second layer of illusion nested in the illusion!

It was at the moment when he understood that the illusion in front of him was shattered again.