Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

This seems to be a vast swamp.

This unusually bright miasma constantly emerges from the underground mud. It is over a hundred feet high and contains a strange poison. Even if a cultivator accidentally inhales a trace of it, it will be quite troublesome.

The most crucial thing is that there is some unknown strange element contained in this fog, which has restricted the divine consciousness to a certain extent and made it impossible to explore it in depth.

The environment around this swamp seems particularly eerie and strange.

The water in the swamp was turbid, with a few bubbles popping up occasionally, as if some unknown danger was hidden.

The trees nearby also grew crookedly, with branches twisted like ferocious devil's claws.

Some strange-shaped vines were entangled between the trees, like poisonous snakes that might come alive at any time.

There were some animal skeletons scattered on the ground, which added a bit of horror to the atmosphere under the cover of miasma.

Not long ago, when Yang Qian came here to check it out, relying on the perspective of his own clear and bright spiritual eyes, he vaguely discovered a medium-sized natural stone valley after going deep into the miasma for several miles.

It happens to be connected with both giant mountains.

"This is it!"

Yang Qian's eyes flashed and he said with a smile.

Such a natural hidden place is naturally an ideal residence for Yang Qian to hide the entrance to his cave, and it is exactly the location of the cave recorded in the original book.

Yang Qian flew into a stone valley deep in the miasma, and easily opened a cave in an inconspicuous stone wall somewhere in the valley. Then he summoned many flying swords and effortlessly dug out two extremely long passages that led directly to the belly of the two giant mountains.

At this moment, he planned to open up two caves in the two huge mountains at the same time, just like Han Li in the original novel.

One of them was used to confuse other cultivators, while the other was where he actually used for meditation, cultivation, storage of spiritual insects and beasts, and cultivation of spiritual medicines.

As for the Tianji Palace that was once obtained, since it was too small, there was naturally no need to take it out and use it now.

As soon as the cave was built, Yang Qian immediately transplanted all the spiritual herbs and trees he owned into the medicine garden, and placed all the gold-eating insects that he had been carefully cultivating into the insect room.

After such a long period of cultivation, each of these gold-eating insects has grown to an astonishingly large size and an extremely ferocious appearance. It is obvious that they are not far from being able to be catalyzed into mature forms.

As for the leopard-scaled beast, Yang Qian also prepared a comfortable beast nest for it, threw it into it, and let it practice on its own.

However, when Yang Qian walked into an empty beast room with an unusually gloomy layout, his face suddenly became solemn.

"I almost forgot about it." Yang Qian murmured softly.

The next moment, he suddenly swung the spirit beast ring in his hand lightly towards the beast room. In an instant, a black cloud swept past, and a black object about ten feet tall suddenly appeared in the middle of the stone room.

Yang Qian stared at the thing in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, then turned back to the secret room, sat down cross-legged without hesitation, closed his eyes and meditated, waiting patiently.

Time passes slowly like this.

Seeing that it was about to dawn outside the cave, Yang Qian's mind was suddenly inexplicably moved. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"There's a reaction!"

Without any hesitation, he quickly stood up, pushed open the door of the secret room, and ran straight to the beast room.

When Yang Qian stood outside a stone room and looked inside through the not-so-big window, he was stunned for a moment.

I saw that the top of the giant black cocoon had been shattered into a neat hole as big as a head, and there was nothing inside.

And at the top of the stone chamber, there was a ball of inky black cloud quietly floating there, flashing a deep and dark light, which was extremely mysterious.

“That’s exactly what it looks like.”

Based on the description in the original book, although Yang Qian was mentally prepared for the situation before him, he still couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth a few times, frowned, and cast a spell towards the door of the stone chamber.

Suddenly, a purple light flashed on the stone gate, and a layer of invisible restrictions disappeared instantly.

The stone gate slowly rose up and Yang Qian strode in.

The dark cloud, about ten feet in size, in the stone chamber seemed oblivious to Yang Qian's actions and remained motionless in the air.

Yang Qian stared into the sky, his mind moved, then he clasped his hands together, opened his mouth, and suddenly a gray-black round bead spewed out.

It turned out to be the Minghunzhu that had been refined long ago!

Yang Qian muttered something and lightly tapped the Minghun Pearl with his finger.

The pearl flashed green light, and its surface began to change from bright to dark.

The dark clouds above the stone chamber finally changed. An unknown cold wind blew around, causing the clouds to spin for a while before condensing into a ball in the middle. At the same time, black lightning suddenly flashed on the surface of the dark clouds and thunder roared.

The round bead in front of Yang Qian also began to hum, and the green light it emitted began to become dazzling.

The expression on Yang Qian's face suddenly changed. At this moment, he vaguely felt that there was a hint of resistance coming from the dark cloud, as if it wanted to resist the call of the Minghunzhu.

After the advancement, the crying soul really seems to be trying to get out of control.

Thinking of the various strange performances of the crying soul in the future, which could even shine in the fairy world, Yang Qian naturally would not allow such a thing to happen.

At that moment, all the magic power in his body was instantly condensed, and his ten fingers quickly ejected magic spells of different colors like wheels, which sank into the Minghun Pearl one after another.

After the pearl let out a mournful cry, the green light that had been shining brightly gradually dimmed.

At this time, the dark clouds condensed in the sky finally turned into a dark figure under a huge thunder and countless black lightning.

After a flash, he jumped down and landed right in front of Yang Qian. He stared at the gently rotating gray-black round bead, with bloodshot light flashing in his eyes.

Yang Qian's expression did not change, but after seeing the black shadow's face clearly, an extremely strange expression emerged on his face, which contained both the expected calmness and the helplessness of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

I saw that the person in front of me was actually another "me".

The figure wrapped in the black robe was about the same height and weight as himself.

Looking at the face again, the facial features and expressions are exactly the same.

Even the texture of the hair is exactly the same.

Looking closely, the only difference is the color of the clothes, which is slightly different.

The crying soul really transformed into his own appearance. When the crying soul saw Yang Qian's expression, it also showed the same expression.

Yang Qian actually had a strange feeling as if he was looking at himself in the mirror.

There was a strange light flashing in Yang Qian's eyes, which contained both doubt and a bit of expectation.

He just stared quietly at the black-robed "himself" opposite him. After a long time, his brows slightly frowned, and tentative words slowly came out of his mouth.

"Crying soul?"

These two words seemed to carry some kind of magic, gently echoing in this quiet space.

When Yang Qian, who was sitting in black robe, heard this, his expression changed drastically in an instant.

His dull eyes suddenly became lively, and then he put on a silly expression, and at the same time he grinned and replied:

"Master, I am...I am...the crying soul!"

The sound was buzzing and extremely rude, like thunder exploding in your ears.

However, his words were halting, as if he was a toddler learning to speak, and his speech was not clear.

Although Yang Qian had already determined the other party's identity through the description in the original book, and it had an extremely close and deep connection with the Minghunzhu, Yang Qian still couldn't help feeling surprised when he heard the beast speak.

The surprise was like a warm current that quickly spread throughout his body, making his heart beat faster.

"Is it changing form and settling soul, or has he learned the art of transformation?" He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The voice was very soft, as if it was asking itself, or as if it was asking the strange creature in front of it that had just been able to speak.

Hearing Yang Qian's words, the crying soul who looked like Yang Qian in a black robe was stunned for a moment, his mouth was open and he was speechless, with a look of confusion on his face.

Its bright eyes were full of confusion, and it seemed to have no idea what its owner was saying.

Yang Qian was stunned at first, then his mind changed and he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

He realized that he was a little impatient. The crying soul had just awakened its intelligence, and being able to speak was already a huge improvement. How could he expect it to understand these complicated issues immediately?

Yang Qian walked forward and gently stroked the crying soul's head, his eyes full of tenderness and patience.

"Tihun, don't be anxious, just listen to me slowly." His voice was soft and gentle, as if he was coaxing a child.

Tihun blinked his eyes, nodded as if he understood, and stared at Yang Qian closely, afraid to miss every word he said.

Yang Qian began to patiently explain to Ti Hun the difference between the art of shapeshifting and soul-fixing and the art of transformation. As he spoke, he used gestures to try to make it easier for Ti Hun to understand.

The crying soul listened very carefully and occasionally made a low chirp to show that he was thinking hard.

After a while, Yang Qian stopped explaining and asked, "Tihun, do you understand?"

The crying soul tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head and made a humming sound from his mouth.

The corner of Yang Qian's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but pat his forehead, but he didn't show any impatience and was ready to start explaining again.

But immediately, Yang Qian seemed to have thought of something.

"Why go through so much trouble!" Yang Qian's eyes lit up and he thought of a way.

If other monks were to do this, it might be a little difficult, but for him, it was an easy task.

However, Yang Qian suddenly touched the top of his head, and suddenly a black light flashed, and a black Yuanying about an inch in size emerged.

It was exactly the second Nascent Soul that Yang Qian had cultivated!
However, this Nascent Soul is still only at the Nascent Soul stage, and is of little use to Yang Qian in his current battles. But it is very useful to place it on the puppet and manage the cave.

Now the second Yuanying flashed and pounced directly onto the black-robed "Yang Qian" opposite.

The black-robed "Yang Qian" suddenly flashed with black lightning all over his body, and a trace of pain appeared on his face.

Yang Qian manipulated the second Yuanying and slowly injected some related language skills and other things into the consciousness of the Soul-Crying Beast.

This is also the reason why Yang Qian possesses a second Nascent Soul and the Soul-Crying Beast itself is also under control.

Otherwise, if it were a Divine Transformation cultivator, even if he possessed the relevant secret techniques, he would never dare to perform this kind of infusion easily.

After a whole meal, the originally confused and wooden eyes of the black-robed "Yang Qian" gradually became clear, and with a flash of his eyes, he seemed to understand a lot of things at once.

Yang Qian waved his hands lightly, and the tightly clenched palms loosened instantly. Then he slowly stretched out his palms towards the opposite side, slightly bent his fingers, and made a waving gesture.

A light "puff" sound was heard, and the second Yuanying rushed out of the body of the Weeping Soul Beast like a stream of light. At this moment, the originally bright spiritual light on the second Yuanying became extremely dim, and the light was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like a candle in the wind, and it looked like its vitality had suffered great damage and was listless.

The Nascent Soul swayed slightly in the air, then turned into a phantom and flew towards Yang Qian at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, it sank into Yang Qian's body and disappeared without a trace.

"Do you understand what I asked just now?" Yang Qian's voice sounded slowly, his tone was neither fast nor slow, and carried a steady strength.

His eyes were calm and deep as he stared at the Soul-Crying Beast, as if he wanted to see its inner thoughts through its eyes.

The Soul-Crying Beast blinked its big, lively eyes, which were full of thought.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. After a long, long time, it slowly opened its mouth and replied:
"I am imitating my master's human form, but I also have other transformation techniques."

Its voice is a little childish, with a hint of confusion and uncertainty.

Although the crying soul now understands many things, in Yang Qian's eyes, it is still like a newborn baby who has just come into the world, simple and real, and naturally will not say a single false word.

Moreover, because Yang Qian had personally nurtured him for a long time, that kind of deep affection and trust had already taken root in Tihun's heart.

Apart from the instinctive subconscious struggle at the beginning, after it gained intelligence, it no longer had the slightest resistance to Yang Qian. The respect it had from the bottom of its heart became more and more obvious, even to an abnormal degree.

The reason why this beast chose to transform into Yang Qian's appearance when it advanced into transformation was mostly due to its deep dependence on and admiration for Yang Qian.

Through the subtle connection with the Minghun Pearl, Yang Qian seemed to be able to touch the emotional fluctuations and psychological activities deep in the heart of the Tihun.

A smile of relief appeared on his face involuntarily, and then he opened his mouth, and a powerful suction force suddenly appeared. The Minghun Pearl that was originally floating in the air instantly turned into a thick black smoke, which was quickly sucked into his mouth and then disappeared.

"The art of transformation, let me see it?" Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking for a moment, with a hint of anticipation in his tone. (End of this chapter)