Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"Obviously, the owner of this bone hand should also be practicing this technique. Otherwise, how could a bone hand escape the space storm and become spiritual on its own?" Yang Qian glanced at the bone hand and said this with a slight grin on his lips.

His tone was full of affirmation and inference.

According to the Jade Book, people who practice this magical power can either refine their entire body into a treasure at once, or practice it separately and slowly.

This flexibility gives practitioners more choices and possibilities.

But no matter which one, the ultimate goal is to cultivate the body to a state similar to the indestructible body of Buddhism, like that of immortals and Buddhas.

In that state, the body is indestructible and contains endless power and mysterious laws.

When this secret art is mastered, no matter how much magic power is cultivated, with just the flesh and blood, a move of the hands and feet will have the ability to shake the heaven and earth, and the body will be infinitely close to immortality.

That kind of power is enough to destroy the world and reverse destiny.

Although the description of the mastery of this technique in the Jade Book was extremely simple, consisting of only a few words, Yang Qian had witnessed the power of various body-refining secret techniques in the immortal world in the original book. Naturally, various fist-to-flesh fighting scenes emerged in his mind, and he became more and more excited.

He seemed to see himself displaying this magical power, roaming the world and becoming invincible.

Because Yang Qian knew that although the "Hundred Meridians Treasure Refining Art" mentioned on this jade plate was a bit exaggerated, one could imagine how powerful this magical power was.

He knew very well that once his practice was successful, it would bring about earth-shaking changes.

Of course, this method of cultivating the body into a treasure has almost unbelievably stringent requirements on the cultivator's physical strength.

To practice this technique, Yang Qian could only barely get started with it, given his current body that had mastered the Vajra Sutra.

In the future, if he wants to continue to temper various parts of his body and allow it to truly display the great magical powers recorded in the Jade Book, he will need to advance and strengthen his body step by step.

Otherwise, once the physical body can no longer withstand the effects of the sacrifice, the practitioner will collapse and die on his own, ending up with a tragic end of complete annihilation of both body and soul.

After all, refining the body into various treasures is itself an incredible and shocking act that is almost against the will of heaven.

Yang Qian stroked the jade token with one hand, his expression solemn, and remained silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about something extremely important.

“The Five Elements Divine Thunder is hard to find for the time being, so this Hundred Meridians Treasure Refining Technique comes at the right time.” Yang Qian took a deep breath, his voice low and firm, muttering to himself, his eyes flashing with brilliance like bright stars.

The appearance of this set of Hundred Meridians Treasure Refining Technique was specially found by Yang Qian according to the progress of his magical power cultivation.

Otherwise, with his cultivation level at the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, he wouldn't necessarily have to take the risk of coming to Tianyuan City.

This technique, combined with the Brahma True Demon Art, will make Yang Qian's body so powerful that other cultivators cannot even imagine it. When it is fully developed, it will be enough to shock the entire spiritual world.

He suddenly retracted the jade page in his hand, a spiritual light flashed on his hand, and he affixed the forbidden talisman and put it back into the storage ring. His movements were clean and neat.

Then he took out a light red jade slip.

This piece of martial arts contains the "Brahma True Demonic Art" that Yang Qian integrated himself.

"The bottleneck that I encountered when practicing the Brahma True Demon Art back then, now after reading the Hundred Meridians Refining Treasure Art, I feel like I have suddenly become enlightened. This is a good opportunity for me to gain some insights!" Yang Qian glanced at the jade slip and muttered to himself in a low voice, with a hint of excitement and anticipation in his voice.

Afterwards, he placed the jade slip on his forehead, slowly closed his eyes, and instantly entered a state of ecstasy, seriously comprehending this technique.

So in the next few months, Yang Qian spent most of his time in the secret room.

In the secret room, the spiritual energy was so dense that it was almost tangible. Yang Qian sat cross-legged on a cushion, his whole body glowing with light and surrounded by runes.

Sometimes he frowned, thinking hard; sometimes he looked happy, as if he had realized something.

When practicing, his aura was sometimes surging and sometimes restrained and deep, as if it had merged with the surrounding environment.

During this period, Yang Qian also took some time to start refining the Yuqing Pill after some of the spiritual medicines were ripened.

The flames in the alchemy furnace were blazing. Yang Qian was concentrating on controlling the temperature, and the magic gestures in his hands kept changing.

Every time he put the elixir in, he was very careful and focused.

This pill is worthy of being a spiritual pill of the divine level. After using up an astonishing amount of spiritual medicines, Yang Qian still only managed to refine two or three bottles.

But Yang Qian didn't care about this situation.

He looked calm and his eyes were determined. For him, the more times he refined the food, the more proficient he would become. As long as he was given enough time, his success rate would naturally increase.

The pills he is refining now will be enough for his practice in the near future.

Of course, while practicing the Brahma True Demon Art, Yang Qian also took the time to comprehend the "Hundred Meridians Treasure Refining Technique".

Sometimes he flipped through the jade book, sometimes he closed his eyes and meditated, constantly verifying the two techniques with each other, seeking a breakthrough.

Just like that, time passed by like a white horse, and it was over in the blink of an eye.

During this period of time, no one came to disturb Yang Qian's meditation.

It seemed that there was no conflict of interest, and Ming Lao Mo, Jin Lao Guai and others were too lazy to pay attention to him.

Of course Yang Qian didn't care about this at all.

So, a few days before the expiration of half a year, a purple rainbow shot out from the unusually bright miasma. The purple rainbow was bright and as powerful as a rainbow.

After circling in the air nearby, it suddenly broke through the air and headed towards Tianyuan City, disappearing at the end of the sky in an instant.

The person inside this dazzling light was Yang Qian.

At this moment, he looked calm and indifferent, thinking that he would have to participate in another two or three month patrol mission before he would have time to return to the cave and continue practicing to improve his strength.

Three months later, Yang Qian returned unharmed.

At that time, the setting sun in the sky was as red as blood, making his figure look particularly tall and majestic.

As soon as he returned to the cave, he entered the secret room without any delay and began to meditate again.

Around the secret room, quiet flowers and plants swayed gently in the breeze, as if they were guarding this tranquility for him.

It was not until the half-year period was about to expire that he left again. His departure was resolute and decisive, as if he had an endless mission waiting for him to complete.

At this time, in the forest outside the cave, the birdsong gradually became louder, as if they were also reluctant to let him go on his long journey.
In this way, time passed by little by little, the years were like silent flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, sixty years had passed.

This amount of time is not worth mentioning for the monks, but during this period, the spiritual world suddenly became undercurrent.

The top leaders of various ethnic groups met frequently at almost the same time, and the scene was serious and tense.

The gathering place may be a magnificent palace or a mysterious valley, surrounded by clouds and mist, exuding a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere, as if something earth-shaking is secretly brewing.

Almost all well-informed beings of various races could sense the great danger before the storm broke out.

They were either worried, or making secret plans, or they were all secretly frightened and began to make some preventive preparations.

Some were pondering over countermeasures in quiet caves, while others were making secret preparations in bustling towns.

As the forefront of the border between humans and other races, Tianyuan City can naturally sense some abnormal changes.

The atmosphere here gradually became tense and depressing. The streets in the city were no longer as lively as before. The wind was howling in the wilderness outside the city, revealing a hint of chill.

At least the monks patrolling outside clearly sensed the huge changes here.

On this day, the sky above the Fuli Swamp was covered with thick haze, and a group of monks were flying slowly forward at a low altitude.

They all had serious expressions and were vigilantly observing the movements around them.

The swamp was filled with a foul smell and strange noises could be heard from time to time, making people feel creepy.

There were ten cultivators wearing dark armors. In the middle was an old man with a short beard wearing a simple green armor. He was the Qingming Guard in the Spirit Transformation Stage who was leading the team.

Both the ten Black Iron Guards and the old man who led the team had solemn expressions and furrowed brows. Holding the Alien Spirit Plate in their hands, their eyes kept scanning the surroundings like hawks, as if something terrible would suddenly pounce out from below at any time.

Their breathing was a little rapid, and the only sounds around them were the slight sound of wind and the rustling of armor rubbing against each other.

This team of monks did not speak, and they flew cautiously for an hour. Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from the magic disk in the hand of one of the Black Iron Guards.

Although the buzzing sound was not loud, it was particularly clear in the silent atmosphere, and still made everyone look over with a changed expression.

"How come we have discovered aliens again? This is too frequent! What are these aliens doing? Why are they sending spies to our side so desperately? Two members of our team just died last time." A big man who looked extremely ferocious, with his eyes wide open and full of anger, could no longer hold back and cursed after seeing the flashing white alarm light on the alien spirit disk in his companion's hand.

His voice was rough and loud, filled with resentment.

"Hmph, that's still considered good. I heard that the Fourth Team encountered the rare people of the Xudong Clan half a year ago, and as a result, most of the entire team, including the captain, were killed." Another middle-aged female cultivator said coldly, her face was unusually gloomy, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Since the alien spirit disk has sounded the alarm, if we don't check it out, we will also be severely punished when we return. Most alien spies don't have strong combat power. As long as everyone is cautious, we should be able to deal with this spy smoothly." The old man in green armor frowned and gave a serious look. His voice was steady and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.

After hearing the old man in the Spirit Transformation Stage speak, the other Black Iron Guards had to keep silent even if they were unwilling to do so.

Some of them gritted their teeth, while others tightly grasped the magic weapons in their hands, with a look of helplessness on their faces.

Then, following a series of commands from the old man, the group immediately split into several teams and moved towards the direction of the alarm from the strange spirit disk.

The wind whistled in my ears and their figures passed across the sky.

The group of monks changed direction and after flying for only a few dozen miles, they suddenly appeared above a pile of rocks.

This pile of stones looks ordinary, but it is surrounded by a swampy area with purple bubbles rising from it.

From time to time, the sound of bubbles bursting could be heard in the swamp, emitting a pungent smell that made people feel nauseous and uneasy.

"Looks like this is the place. Don't let him escape." The old man looked at the strange spirit disk in his hand, nodded with certainty, waved his hand, and gave serious instructions.

His eyes were fixed on the piles of rocks and swamps below, his eyes showing vigilance and determination.

Suddenly, the dozen or so Black Iron Guards behind him fell silent, all with serious expressions.

They all sprayed out their respective treasures, which glowed and protected their entire bodies. Then they released their divine thoughts and carefully scanned the area below.

For a moment, a slight "hissing" sound of divine thoughts could be heard in the air.

As a result, after a cup of tea, the faces of all the monks, including the old man, changed slightly.

Their brows furrowed even more tightly, and there was a bit more anxiety and confusion in their eyes.

"It's so close, but the divine sense can't find it! It seems that I have to go down and search it myself. Fellow Daoist Qin!" The old man took a deep breath, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen. He suddenly turned his head and greeted a middle-aged man with small eyes. There was a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Don't worry, Captain. I know what to do." The middle-aged man quickly replied smartly, his face full of seriousness.

Then, the middle-aged man slapped the storage bracelet on his wrist with one hand, and suddenly a bunch of strange things that looked like black round beads appeared in his hand.

He raised his hand, and the beads fell down, while he muttered something.

There was a loud "crackling" sound, and after a flash of blue electric light on the surface of the beads, they suddenly grew in size and turned into iron bees with electric arcs wrapped around them.

Each one is the size of a fist, black in color, and makes a strange "buzzing" sound when its wings vibrate, as if a group of angry hornets are about to attack.

The rest of the people were suspended in the air without moving, only the middle-aged man with fine eyes slowly sat down cross-legged, quickly made a hand gesture with a focused expression.

As the hundreds of iron bees fell to a height of only ten feet from the ground, they scattered and shot away in all directions.

It seems that this team of patrolling monks had learned the lessons of their predecessors and would never land on the ground easily to get entangled with those alien spies in areas with complex terrain.

Otherwise, with the various strange methods of the aliens that are difficult to guard against, even if they can successfully kill the other side, they will definitely suffer casualties themselves.

But not long after those iron bees dispersed, the strange spirit plates in the hands of the crowd trembled suddenly, and at the same time, they made an unusually high-pitched shriek, the sound was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to cut through the sky.

Some of the strange spiritual disks even burst out with dazzling spiritual light, the light is so bright and dazzling that it looks extremely amazing.

Everyone's heart instantly rose to their throat.

"Oh no! This alien is approaching us. He has entered within a hundred feet of us and is still getting closer." The fierce-looking man, upon seeing the strange image on the magic disk in his hand, immediately widened his eyes and screamed at the top of his voice. His voice echoed in the empty space, full of fear. (End of this chapter)