Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"This...how is this possible? That person's spiritual power fluctuations have completely disappeared, leaving no trace, as if they had never existed." Huangliang Lingjun suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of shock.

"I also couldn't catch any trace of him." Huan Cangqi muttered to himself, his tone heavy, "If the other party's cultivation is not unfathomable and superior to us, then he must have mastered some shocking secret method that can conceal his aura to the point where even our consciousness cannot detect it. Even if he met with an accident, his aura should have remained for a while, instead of dissipating completely like this."

"It must be the second possibility!" Huangliang Lingjun frowned, his thoughts racing, "Thinking back, this person was able to hide quietly beside us without us noticing, which shows that his hiding skills should not be underestimated. This person must have some kind of hidden treasure or secret technique in his hands."

"This is a big trouble! With this kind of pass, I will never be able to find this person." Huan Cangqi's mouth twitched and he said helplessly.

"But it may not be completely hopeless, there is still hope."

Huangliang Lingjun's eyes were like torches, flashing with cold light, and he seemed to have made up his mind. He continued,

"Now that he has gone into hiding, he will no longer be able to use that amazing escape method to escape thousands of miles away. He will definitely be wandering around here within a radius of thousands of miles. We only need to gather our manpower to weave a dense network in this world, and then use your Phantom Flame Moth's Thousand Moth Tracking Technique to carefully search step by step. I don't believe that there is really a place in this Chaos Valley where he can hide without a trace!"

"The Thousand Moths Technique! This will consume some of the essence of the Phantom Flame Moth. Well, it should be worth using this technique for this. However, that piece of Sunset Crystal..." Huan Cangqi nodded reluctantly, and suddenly mentioned the treasure that fell into Huangliang Lingjun's hands.

"Hehe, as long as I can find the things of the spirit race, I will offer you the Sunset Crystal with both hands. Even if I can't get it back, I will give half of the crystal to Brother Huan." Huangliang Lingjun seemed to have made up his mind long ago and replied without hesitation.

"Okay, that's all I need to hear from you, I will..."

Upon hearing this, Huan Cangqi curled up a faint smile and was about to further explain his action plan, but suddenly he heard a long and sharp howl behind him.

Then, the world seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. A loud bang shook the sky. A powerful spiritual power surged from behind and rushed straight into the sky, interrupting the conversation between the two.

The man and the demon were startled and immediately turned around to look.

I saw that the hurricane not far behind me had disappeared at this moment.

But in the original place there was a blood lotus over ten feet in size, spinning non-stop. In the center of the lotus, Xutian was looking at the two of them with a sullen look, with a murderous look flashing in his eyes.

Obviously, this person was fully aware of the two people's actions to take advantage of their misfortune.

"Fellow Daoist Xutian, do you still want to fight with the two of us? The guy who cheated you out of your stuff has disappeared somewhere. If the three of us delay for a while longer, this guy might really run away." Huan Cangqi showed no fear at all, but said calmly.

"Hmph! I will not let this matter go. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely experience your magical powers again." Xutian looked around and did not see any trace of Yang Qian. Then he glared at the two of them and said this coldly.

Then, the petals of the blood lotus under his feet suddenly closed together.

The lotus carried Xutian and rushed out of the valley with a whistling sound.

Before long, there was no trace of him.

Huangliang Lingjun and the other two paid no attention to the threatening words from the Lingzu Xuanling.

Not to mention that this place is the territory of the human and demon races, it is impossible for the spirit race to stay here for long. Even if they really fight each other again, the two of them will have the upper hand if they join forces.

So after discussing it for a while, the two of them went their separate ways.

They were ready to gather manpower and completely block off a large area within ten thousand miles, and they were determined to find the guy who was taking advantage of the situation.

At this time, Yang Qian had quietly hidden at the foot of a small hill three thousand miles away. His face suddenly changed, turning into a middle-aged man with a square face and a beard drooping to his chest. His body also shrank a few inches, as if the years had quietly left marks on him.

The spiritual energy around his body was completely restrained. To others, he was just an ordinary mid-level body cultivator, nothing special about him.

Just like this, Yang Qian sat quietly on a piece of blue stone, his eyes closed, his face as calm as water, without any ripples.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, until he suddenly opened his eyes, a smile quietly climbed up the corners of his mouth, and he whispered to himself:

"I have already dispelled all the remaining fire spirit energy in my body. Unless they come to investigate in person, they will not be able to identify me."

But even so, Yang Qian had no intention of leaving now.

Now is the time when he is at the peak of his career, and even though his appearance and aura have changed, he is not willing to take any risks.

Then, Yang Qian raised his head and jumped lightly from the bluestone. After a few rises and falls, he had flown to the top of the mountain.

Finally, he stopped in front of a cliff that was tightly covered by dense vines and bushes.

He looked around, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, he took a deep breath, and his fists suddenly glowed with golden light, like the scorching sun breaking through the clouds, and slammed into the stone wall in front of him.

After a series of loud rumbling noises were heard, a stone cave several feet deep suddenly appeared amidst the flying dust.

Yang Qian's figure flashed and he disappeared in there like a ghost.

Then he threw a backhand punch, hitting the top of the cave hard.

Suddenly, rubble fell like rain, quickly blocking the entrance of the cave. The cave was instantly swallowed by darkness, leaving only a faint light flickering in the darkness.

Yang Qian didn't care at all. He flipped his hand and a moonstone that had been prepared long ago appeared in his hand.

He grabbed the stone and gently slapped it against the top of the cave. Suddenly, under the huge force, the moonstone was easily embedded in the top of the cave.

Under the faint glow, the stone cave suddenly became mostly clear.

Yang Qian found a clean place and sat down. Then the spiritual ring on his hand flashed, and he took out the blood-red bottle from the storage bracelet and looked at it with strange eyes.

Apart from the fact that it constantly emits blood-red light, everything else about this bottle is extremely ordinary. The material feels extremely smooth, and it seems to be just ordinary porcelain.

"Blood of the Eldar"

Yang Qian gently stroked the small bottle with his fingers, muttering to himself in his heart, and at the same time, all the memories of the divine blood of the Flame-Devouring Spirit Clan emerged in his mind.

After a while, he frowned and took out a palm-sized jade round bowl from the storage bracelet. Then he opened the lid of the blood-red bottle and tilted it gently towards the round bowl.

Purple light circulated from the mouth of the bottle, and after a long time, seven or eight drops of dark purple liquid slowly poured out. They fell into the round bowl and immediately scattered drop by drop, unable to merge into one.

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and stared carefully for a while, then stretched out a finger and lightly touched one of the drops of purple liquid.

As a result, at the moment when his fingers seemed to be touching, the purple liquid suddenly jumped up by itself and wrapped around his fingertips, as if it wanted to invade.

But Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, and a golden light flashed on his fingers, blocking the purple night from his skin. Then he shook it lightly, and the liquid slid into the round bowl again.

"Yes, it is indeed the divine blood of the spirit race!" Excitement flashed in Yang Qian's eyes.

Next, he poured the purple liquid into the small bottle again, and then carefully put it into the storage bracelet, and then he sat in meditation in the cave to rest. With his current ability of fasting, he didn't need to eat or drink for hundreds of years.

Not long after, waves of divine thoughts swept across the hill where Yang Qian was.

Thanks to the nameless Qi-gathering technique, Yang Qian did not show any spiritual energy on his body. Naturally, all these divine thoughts swept past him without noticing his existence at all.

In the first few days, these divine thoughts searched extremely frequently, almost scanning more than ten times a day.

But after half a month, it suddenly happened only two or three times.

After another two months, it only happened once a day, and the divine consciousness he used was obviously not as strong as before. It was obvious that the person searching had changed.

But Yang Qian remained calm and remained hiding in the cave without coming out.

Just like this, half a year passed in a flash, and no divine thoughts appeared again.

When Yang Qian sensed this change in the cave, he was delighted.

But after waiting for several more months, one day he opened his eyes, smashed the rubble at the cave entrance with a punch, and slowly walked out with shining eyes.

He looked around and didn't notice anything unusual, so he chuckled, flicked his sleeves, and strode down the mountain.

Soon, he disappeared without a trace in the forest.

one year later.

In a small town near Sunset City, a young body cultivator with an unfamiliar face arrived.

After hastily purchasing a batch of things, he left and disappeared without a trace.

Because the thing was not recovered in the end, the story about the divine blood gradually spread.

In addition, some monks and body cultivators who participated in the war between the three tribes at that time also gradually confirmed this matter, and the incident caused a sensation for several years.

Even when Huang Liang Lingjun and other Nascent Soul cultivators took action, the thing was still snatched away by a mere Spiritualization cultivator. Naturally, people were amazed.

Huangliang Lingjun was still somewhat unwilling to give up. After returning to Sunset City, he continued to investigate the matter for several years and also put a lot of thought into finding the identity of the treasure-stealing monk.

The result made him extremely helpless. The several magical powers displayed by the treasure hunters were all extraordinary, but they seemed to have popped out of stones, and there was no clue at all.

After another year or two, Huangliang Lingjun left Sunset City and went to the wild world with Huan Tianqi. No one paid attention to this topic anymore, and the matter of the divine blood ended in vain.

Several years later, in the belly of a tall and majestic mountain far away from human habitation, in a space as dark as ink, a figure was sitting quietly inside, with golden light flickering on his body.

Next to the figure was a small blood-red bottle, lying on the ground, as if it was empty.

The sitting figure did not move at all. If it were not for the gently rising and falling chest, he would have looked like a clay sculpture.

For mortals in the spiritual world, more than a hundred years means that most of their lives have passed.

But for the cultivators with profound magical powers, it is just a moment in life.

One day, more than a hundred years later, everything on the giant mountain remained the same, except that the people in the mountain were no longer there.

At the eastern corner of the Tomb of Sunset, a quaint little town is quietly embedded on the edge of time.

The afterglow of the setting sun gently falls, covering the world with a soft golden veil.

In this gentle scene, a young man in a black robe with a smile on his face was whispering with a monk in a grey robe. The monk's cultivation was only in the late stage of foundation building, and his face was full of awe.

In a moment, the young man in black robe flicked his fingertips, and a emerald green porcelain bottle slid down leisurely. Its color was like the rising spring water, fresh and refined.

Upon seeing this, the gray-robed monk quickly clasped his hands together and took the seemingly ordinary but meaningful treasure with great respect. He did not dare to be negligent in the slightest and quickly hid it deep in his clothes, repeatedly expressing his gratitude:
"Thank you for your kindness, senior! I will always remember it in my heart!"

However, when the monk looked up to express his gratitude again, the figure of the young man in black robe had dissipated like the morning mist, leaving only a faint spiritual energy swaying gently in the air.

Although the monk was surprised, he quickly regained his composure, put one hand in front of his chest and bowed. Then he looked around vigilantly, quickly quickened his pace, and disappeared into the bustling streets.

At the same time, the young man in black robe had already started walking towards the only teleportation array in the city.

This person is Yang Qian.

After a hundred years of hard training, he finally refined the divine blood of the spirit race thoroughly. Not only did his cultivation level advance further from the initial stage of transformation into a god, his body also underwent an unprecedented transformation, as if he had been reborn.

This time when Yang Qian went out of the mountain, he originally wanted to collect some materials needed for cultivation in this remote town, but unexpectedly he just met the gray-robed monk. He also heard the news that Tianyuan City was recruiting talents and recruiting Qingming Guards and Heitie Guards, which made Yang Qian's heart surge.

"Tianyuan City! This is a good opportunity!" Yang Qian thought so in his heart, but he walked forward slowly.

Half an hour later, under the awed gaze of the guards of the teleportation array, Yang Qian stepped lightly in, surrounded by a faint spiritual light.

hum-

With a buzzing sound, the teleportation array shone brightly, and the white light instantly enveloped him.

In the next moment, Yang Qian's figure disappeared.

Cloud Film City.

It is a medium-sized city quietly embedded in the vast territory of 50 million miles south of the Tomb of the Setting Sun.

Although it is not as ancient and magnificent as the ancient city of Yuyang, it is unique among medium-sized cities and appears particularly magnificent.

This place not only carries the accumulation of years, but also shines with a special honor - it is the only city in the surrounding territory of tens of millions of miles that has a registration point for the selection of Tianyuan City Qingming Guards and Heitie Guards!

This is enough to make countless monks yearn for it.

Xianlai Restaurant in the city is a place where all kinds of things and elegant tastes of the world of immortal cultivation are gathered together.

Yang Qian, still in a black robe, was sitting there leisurely, holding a fine porcelain cup, taking a sip of tea, his eyes occasionally sweeping around, as if he was savoring the fragrance of tea, or observing the world. (End of this chapter)