Chapter 914
Body Dao Stage 3, Core Formation Level 6
Chapter 914 Body Cultivation Stage 3, Core Formation Stage 6
On the towering spiritual peak, the ancient Chaoyang Pavilion was surrounded by purple aura, dispelling the howling cold wind, where several cultivators gathered.
With a glint in his red-browed eyes, he gazed at the Evergreen Palace, which was enveloped in clusters of blue lotuses.
"Junior Nephew Fang Yi is still so cautious."
He chuckled and spoke to Xu Qingshe, who was half a step behind. "You've known Fang Yi, my junior brother, for two hundred years. You know him inside and out."
During Fang Yi's seclusion, what level of magical body did Xu think he could refine?
Third rank?
Second rank?
"Still comparable to a first-grade Golden Core cultivator?"
Xu Qingshe held a broken cauldron with three legs and two handles, his gaze withdrawing from the Bixin Dan formula in the "Xuanyizi Dan Lun" on the cauldron.
The bronze ring on his index finger remained silent, like an ordinary magical artifact.
"The Red Eyebrow Ancestor had no regrets after completing the elixir, but Senior Brother Fang and I are both burdened by the quality of the elixir."
Even if a precious body is refined, it will be difficult to surpass the quality of previous pills.
"Yes, there's no regret in achieving the elixir."
It's a pity about Fang Yi; he was dragged down too much by his mid-grade spiritual root.
Red Eyebrows felt a pang of regret. If Fang Yi's spiritual root were better, how could he have remained at the fifth level of the Core Formation stage at over two hundred years old?
The further you progress on the path of cultivation, the more difficult it becomes.
Among the top talents in the Great Yu Dynasty, those who can achieve the Golden Core stage are not lacking in the support of their sects, and at least at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage by the age of two hundred.
Among them are those with exceptional talent, including those with celestial spiritual roots and superior physical bodies, who formed their core at the age of one hundred and entered the realm of Great True Person at over two hundred years old.
"I hope Junior Brother Fang Yi's advancement to the third-tier Treasure Body will be of the highest possible quality."
"Alas, the quality of my spiritual root is such a drag on my cultivation."
Yu Xishan, dressed in hemp clothing and holding a dove-shaped staff, murmured softly.
"In his last divination before passing away, Master Tianque had already discovered that when the spiritual veins were upgraded, they would draw upon the creation of heaven and earth, and at least one main, three secondary, and four spiritual apertures would be born."
Every spiritual aperture contains great opportunities; if a sect wants to establish itself in the Great Yu, it must occupy at least one spiritual aperture.
In the Ancestral Hall, twelve bronze soul lamps hang high, positioned in the Yuan Chen position. As the candlelight flickers, it continuously elongates the jade elephant figure in the Ancestral Hall.
Zhang Heng, dressed in a sacrificial robe with mulberry and peach patterns, knelt before the altar, holding a sacrificial knife.
On the altar was a jade cauldron, inside which was a blurry human figure with its limbs severed, its eyes filled with despair.
"Save my life."
"Spare me."
"You are truly blessed to be qualified to offer sacrifices to the ancient great shaman."
"puff!"
With a pious expression on his handsome face, Zhang Heng spun the sacrificial knife and, accompanied by a scream, plunged it into the seven orifices of the figure.
The tender vines grew, occasionally emitting sounds as if they were sucking out brain marrow.
The dim light reflected off the dark blue skin, and the image of "Five Grains in Spring" enveloped and devoured the phantom of a green bamboo.
"Fang Yi is back?"
Is this the path to breaking through body refinement through seclusion?
He rose from his knees, his temples etched with wrinkles, his eyes like ancient ice, revealing only mechanical valuation.
His deep gaze pierced through layers of magical restrictions and landed on the Evergreen Hall, hidden by a sea of azure lotus flowers.
"Um?
Since the trip to Sudu Mountain, Fang Yi has become increasingly delicious.
If it can be used to worship Heaven and Earth, there is a good chance it will attract the favor of the Great Venerable Jumang.
A sorcerer's seal appeared on Zhang Heng's face, his expression greedy, his heart filled with malice, staring at the Ancestral Hall like a gluttonous beast.
It seemed as if one could see through the lotus sea to Fang Yi, who was in seclusion.
"The life force of the True Man of Wood is pure and untainted by the aura of bloodshed and resentment, which is truly pleasing."
"Buzz!"
Zhang Heng's soul trembled, and a gray, illusory image of a locust tree appeared between his brows, causing the energy of the five grains to retreat.
The incomplete bamboo imprint finally had a chance to breathe, regaining a glimmer of clarity, and the cold color faded.
"Fang Yi returned from Huitong Ancient City, and it's unknown what the outcome of his training was."
I hope the breakthrough goes smoothly, adding another layer of depth to the school's foundation.
He gazed at the human sacrifice before the altar, a smile playing on his lips, but a hint of struggle flickering in his eyes.
Accompanied by the appearance of ancient figures holding cauldrons, dove-like staffs, or wearing feathered crowns,
The sound of a child crying rang out, and Zhang Hengyi's gentle eyes turned cold again.
He licked his dry lips and gazed at the Changqing Palace.
"After Fang Yi's breakthrough, his quality as a sacrificial offering will be elevated once again."
Just put him
Ten days later.
Fang Yi exhaled the True Fire of Withering and Flourishing, enveloping the Yuan Yu Cauldron to refine his physical body.
"Glug! Glug!"
The bodies of Gao Shanfu and Mi Ku melted like candles, and a meaty aroma wafted from the furnace.
"Tear it!"
A dark blue blade pierced the skin, sliding down the spine from the neck, peeling off two intact human skins like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.
Fang Yi flicked the leather strap in his hand, and crimson bloodstains slid down.
He stroked the smooth, bloodless skin, his eyes somewhat glazed over, a look of reminiscence on his face.
"The complete skin of the Great True Man has not been peeled off for a long time."
It's a pity it's not the body of a body-refining cultivator; otherwise, it would have been a top-grade spiritual object used to refine magical treasures such as diagrams, banners, and books.
However, it's more than enough to refine the [Moon Demon Leather Technique].
His mind raced; the vast icy plains were teeming with top-tier Grandmasters whose divine sense was exquisite.
Each school also has its own top-notch mirror images.
The banners of decay and prosperity in the desolate world fluttered, rolling up the warm, smooth human skin into them.
North of the Blessed Land of Withered Glory, the human skin refined by the [Moon Demon Skin Transformation] is so lifelike that it is indistinguishable from a real person.
Qi Jie held a gourd made of earth, breathing in and out demonic energy, constantly refining and devouring the magical treasure, the yellow sandbag.
"Gulu gulu."
Bubbles of varying sizes burst within the pool of flesh and blood, merging with divine sense into the molted human form.
Fang Yi's mouth stretched to his ears, his handsome face revealing a sinister intent.
On the altar in the Changqing Hall, Fang Yi picked out two spines from the Yuan Yu furnace, sniffed them lightly, and savored the enticing aroma of meat.
He murmured softly.
"It's a good time to shed the old body before breaking through, and the Crimson Yin can also take this opportunity to advance further."
Given the current state of the icy plains, a level six Core Formation Netherworld Corpse would offer little benefit.
Imperial Edict
Fang Yi changed his hand gestures, binding his hands inwards, with his two index fingers joined vertically and his thumbs pressing down on his ring fingernails.
"The green hills remain unmoved!"
The Four-Nine Arcane Technique then activated, followed closely by the Withering and Flourishing Magic Power, which had been restrained since obtaining the Withering and Flourishing Pearl.
A half-withered, half-flourishing ancient tree, half lush and green, half ancient and decaying gray and white, grows.
The slender twig burrowed into Fang Yi's flesh, wriggling and gnawing at a layer of human skin, tearing it apart to reveal tender flesh.
"hiss!"
The excruciating pain of having his bones and marrow pulled out assaulted his soul. Fang Yi groaned, but remained as steadfast and unmoving as a towering green mountain.
"No refunds!"
The purer the essence and blood before the Four-Nine Mysterious Technique forms the core, the higher the quality of the core will be.
"This is not because I have cultivated the cycle of life and death for a long time, and it took me nearly 150 years to form my core."
After reaching the third level of the Four-Nine Mystic Arts, if one still seeks rapid and diligent progress, one must solidify one's foundation.
As the Four-Nine Mystic Arts circulated, a layer of delicate skin grew on the pink flesh, gradually taking shape.
"Tear it!"
Fang Yi shed another layer of flesh, mixed with grayish-black blood.
His face was slightly pale, and a silver phoenix pattern on his dantian was stained, while the blood energy within the Crimson Essence Pearl was being continuously refined.
Intense pain assaulted his soul, causing Fang Yi's nerves to twitch, but he did not stop circulating the Four-Nine Arcane Technique.
"boom!"
In the spacious hall, a scarlet lotus bloomed, and Chi Yin sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, his eyes clear.
"Tear."
Seeing another layer of bloody human skin peel off Fang Yi, he grabbed it with his five fingers and swallowed the flesh and blood of the mountain of skin with his tongue like a hook.
Then, with a flick of his sleeve, the delicate human skin landed on the Moon Demon's painted skin in the Blessed Land of Withered Glory. The already lifelike 'Fang Yi' gradually regained a glimmer of life in his eyes, and wisps of withered glory energy flowed within him.
Time flies like an arrow, and three hundred days and nights have passed.
Snow continued to fall heavily in Coldwind Valley, but as the array stakes were lowered one by one, the warm, sunny air circulated, gradually isolating the cold.
On the blue stone road in the valley, Xia Mao, wearing a black jade headdress and a Bagua robe, hurried along, carrying a jade box in his hand.
"Ok?"
His expression suddenly changed, and he stopped, looking into the depths of the valley shrouded in mist.
"Is this yet another Foundation Establishment disciple breaking through to Core Formation?"
"hiss!
Since the sect leader returned from Huitong Mall a year ago, this is already the seventh cultivator to attempt to break through to the Core Formation realm.
In the previous six attempts to break through to the Core Formation stage, the sect gained three True Core Formation Real Persons and three False Core Formation Real Persons.
I wonder if this fellow disciple can condense a golden core.
Xia Mao gasped, his eyes filled with almost tangible envy, and Wu Jue trembled slightly in his dantian.
He murmured softly.
"Master Xishan of Tianji Peak intends to hold a grand competition within the sect to cultivate Tianji Masters."
With the help of that great treasure, my progress in the Way of Heavenly Secrets will be rapid, and I will surely obtain a lineage.
Even becoming a disciple of the Xishan Patriarch.
"boom!"
A stream of crimson blood essence shot into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the constantly rising cold tide also receded.
"No, this aura is more than twice as strong as that of the previous senior uncles when they broke through to the Core Formation stage."
Xia Mao's expression hardened, and he was about to step forward to take a look when he saw a vast vortex of spiritual energy forming.
Then, streams of divine consciousness rose and fell in Cold Wind Valley.
"This is?"
"Fang Yi has emerged from seclusion?"
"Just how far has Senior Brother Fang progressed in his cultivation?"
A stream of divine thoughts flowed, some blazing, some icy, and some teeming with life.
The sacrificial music in the ancestral hall paused, and a gaze that was sometimes cold and sometimes burning rose up.
But in just a few breaths, it subsided again, leaving behind a lingering echo.
"With such a profound accumulation in the path of body refinement, Fang Yi can now be ranked among the top-tier sacrificial offerings."
At Tianji Peak, cranes gracefully sing as they flap their wings, stirring up swirling clouds and mist.
Zhaixing Pavilion.
Black and white ink swirled before You Xishan, outlining the illusory figures of several cultivators: Xia Mao, an inner disciple; Fan Deye of the Five Extremes Peak; and Zhu Tao of the Crimson Sun Cliff.
"Ok?"
His gaze shifted from the candidates for disciples to the Evergreen Hall, passing through layers of magical restrictions.
"It seems that Junior Brother Fang has gained a lot from this seclusion."
"That's good, at least Uncle-Master Red Eyebrows should be able to find some clues about the spiritual aperture."
Chaoyang Pavilion is surrounded by purple aura.
A look of astonishment flashed in Chi Mei's eyes as he murmured softly.
"Fang Yi actually managed to do it!"
"Hey, he's way better than that disciple of his named Huo Zhao."
In front of Changqing Hall, tall green bamboos sway in the breeze, full of vitality.
As the azure water shimmered, Li Heng, clad in a vast ocean robe, wearing a Nine Springs Crown and a long sword at his waist, exuded boundless and unfathomable aura.
He watched as the bloodlust gradually subsided, then bowed deeply.
"Disciple Li Heng congratulates Master on emerging from seclusion!"
"Whoosh!"
Azure lotuses bloomed amidst the clear water, and Qin Yu, clad in a dark robe, stood beneath a rainbow bridge formed by flowing azure light.
He arrived together with Huo Zhao, and bowed deeply in respect.
"Disciple pays respects to Master, congratulating Master on your great progress in cultivation and your boundless path to immortality."
The golden light was a step too slow. Fan Deye was panting heavily, his knees slightly bent, and he knelt on the ground.
"Disciple Fan Deye wishes Master a long and prosperous immortal path, and that he may soon attain immortality."
"Click~"
The heavy doors of the Evergreen Palace slowly opened to the left and right, Chongxiao's essence blood receded, and a gaze fell upon him.
A deep gaze fell upon him, and Fang Yi's voice was hoarse and dry as he spoke.
"Yu'er, Heng'er, Zhao'er, Deye, come into the hall, I have something to tell you."
He nodded to the swirling spirits outside the main hall, seemingly lost in thought.
"If any of you fellow disciples have matters to attend to, please arrange a meeting after I have finished dealing with my errands."
As he sensed the fading of divine sense, Fang Yi nodded slightly and murmured to himself.
"After the five elemental spirit items were distributed by Patriarch Crimson Eyebrows, many new Core Formation cultivators joined the sect."
"Crack!"
As Qin Yu led Huo Zhao, Li Heng, and Fan Deye into the Changqing Hall, the heavy doors closed once more, and the complex legal restrictions flowed, isolating the inside from the outside.
In the Cold Wind Valley, the immortal's thoughts raced, his heart filled with curiosity.
Just how far has Fang Yi refined his physical body?
Inside the Changqing Hall.
Fang Yi, clad in a blue cloud-patterned robe, sat cross-legged on the altar, his skin glowing with a soft, jade-like light, and a silver pattern spreading across his bones like a phoenix spreading its wings.
He immediately clenched his fist, producing a sonic boom.
He watched the four disciples emerge one after another, a smile playing on his lips, and saw that Huo Zhao was not so much of an eyesore.
"Yu'er".
"Disciple is here!" Qin Yu stepped forward half a step and bowed.
Fang Yi looked at his eldest disciple, whose aura was three points deeper than his own, and smiled as he spoke:
"What has happened in the past year? Has that Eye-Aperture True Man sent any messages? Have there been any changes in the cultivators that the Fire Worship Cult has placed in the Huitong Mall?"
"Reporting to Master, the Fire Worship Sect has dispatched a Grand Master at the eighth level of Core Formation to Huitong Ancient City."
"Fellow Daoist Eye Aperture transmitted his voice, saying that the Great Master's name is Yang Xu, and he seems to be the same Great Master who intervened in the massacre of the Azure Water Pavilion back then."
Qin Yu's deep voice rang out.
"Fellow Daoist Wei has learned that Yang Xu is Ming, and that there is also a True Person who cultivates the water way secretly inquiring about Master's whereabouts."
"Are you trying to find out about me privately?"
Fang Yi seemed to be deep in thought, and had some guesses about the candidate.
The Water Dao Master is still entangled with Yang Xu. Most of these cultivators are like Ruan Yuxi from the Biyue Pavilion.
'I wonder what Ruan Yuxi's cultivation level is, and whether she has been diligently cultivating since her sect was destroyed.'
If the foundation is mixed, it will be difficult to extract essence and vital energy to nourish the Yin.
First, maintain contact with the two great masters, Yu Zhao and Yu Xi.
The trade fair will begin in four years; it will feature near-fourth-tier puppet and bloodline spirit items.
With a wave of his sleeve, several jade boxes sealed with spirits were enveloped in a blue mist and floated in the air, with a faint fragrance of medicine rising from them.
"Yu'er, learn the method to conceal your aura, and then take this jade box to Dayun."
The demon king of Sudu Mountain must be getting impatient too.
"Disciple obeys." Qin Yu took off the jade box and put it into his storage bag, looking at Fang Yi with suspicion and uncertainty at the trace of aura revealed in his every move.
"Master, what is your cultivation level?"
"Well, we've managed a breakthrough, thankfully."
Fang Yi smiled, his expression calm and composed. He concealed his aura, revealing a trace of decaying Daoist energy that transformed into a gnarled and ancient tree.
After breaking through the third level of the Four-Nine Mystic Arts and refining the blood essence repeatedly tempered by the Crimson Essence Pearl, the Essence Essence among the Three Treasures of Essence, Qi, and Spirit has made a great leap forward.
Along with the increase in magical power, and the overflowing of cultivation level, it will advance further.
"Sixth level of Core Formation cultivation?!" Li Heng exclaimed excitedly. "What kind of physique did Master cultivate to increase his essence, qi, and spirit to this extent?"
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