Cultivate steadily, the whole world of cultivating immortals is my home

Chapter 570 Some fishermen come with nothing, while others come with nothing. I won’t tell you who they are!

Immortal Pot Sect.

Lin Tianha sat cross-legged in front of the fairy pot, with an illusory regular string emerging above his head, on which a colorful mark was faintly visible.

Seeing Lin Tianha's frown, the Immortal Pot also released its divine sense to sense it, wanting to find this covetous person as soon as possible.

Ever since so many Hedao monks died at once last time, causing a reshuffle of the rules and imprints, there has been no large-scale imprint turmoil.

Someone is currently spying on Lin Tianha's Five Elements Water Mark, which also indicates that there is turmoil among the Hedao sects in the Immortal Spirit World.

It seems that constantly stimulating Lingmu Fairy Palace and Kunpeng Palace is still useful. Even if there is not much movement in the fairy world on the surface, some people have begun to make small moves in secret.

Shen Lian was not afraid of these people moving around, but he was afraid that they would remain calm and collected, like million-year-old foxes.

I don’t think the cultivator who dares to peek at Lin Tianha’s mark is very powerful.

Although the Immortal Pot appears to be at the twelfth level of the first transformation, its actual combat power is far beyond its own level.

The person behind the scenes chose Lin Tianhe to snatch instead of attacking him, which was obviously picking on the weak.

Since you are not strong, it is just like copying.

……

Southern Region, Qingshan Lake.

The vast lake stretches as far as the eye can see, like a piece of emerald green jade inlaid in the earth.

The water surface was sparkling, and occasionally one could see aquatic monks swimming deep beneath the water.

In the center of the lake, there is an island that rises and falls with the waves. It is surrounded by coral reefs of various brilliant colors, and you can even see densely packed coral polyps wriggling.

The island is covered with lush vegetation and a spiritual spring.

The part of the island submerged in the water is as crystal clear as white jade, hollowed out and carved to form a series of interlaced caves.

The creatures that come and go in the cave include sea creatures and various aquatic monsters.

Deep in the cave, the dark spiritual water formed a dragon, surrounding a group of aquatic monks who looked like giant shrimps.

Bubbles kept coming out of this cultivator's body, and the mysterious rhythm of water gave rise to countless streams of water, stirring up the water around him.

Next to the shrimp-like monk, there was a sea monk with colorful scales. His whole body was glowing silver, and a blue spiritual vein was flashing from the back of his head downwards.

"how's it going?"

A ripple of water came and transformed into a dark-colored snake with four extremely small and disproportionate claws.

“The old shrimp is still fighting.”

After taking a look at the person who came, the colorful sea creature replied.

Qingshan Lake is an area where many races gather, and the leaders are these three ancestors.

Among them, the Seven-Colored Sea Clan is the strongest, having reached the Third Turn, Twelfth Floor Realm. The Small-Clawed Black Snake is the weakest, being an old snake with a single small rule.

In the middle is the old shrimp who is trying to grab the mark.

"It seems quite troublesome."

The black-clawed snake looked at the old shrimp that was flashing with changing colors, and a hint of envy flashed in its dark eyes.

It is a small rule-based game, and the game of competing for the imprint of rules has never been its cup of tea from the beginning.

Although it cannot compete, it feels envious and also wants to compete.

"It's not a big problem."

The Seven-Colored Sea Clan said calmly, "The Xianhu Sect we robbed this time, the strongest cultivator has only advanced to the 1st level of the 12th floor. We robbed it, and they wouldn't dare to attack us even if they had the guts."

The Xianhu Sect was the target they had carefully selected. It was just the right target, not very strong, and the mark of rules had only been obtained not long ago.

Nowadays, undercurrents are surging among various forces in the fairy world. Many holy places with grudges against each other can no longer suppress their hatred and have already started to fight in private.

As for the monks who are trying to snatch the mark of rules, there are even more of them.

The black-clawed snake has no words. It is the weakest in the lake and has the least say in the past.

Staring at the old shrimp, its mind began to wander.

“If the great rules are in harmony with the Tao, I can also achieve it.

As the only small rule-breaking monk in the lake, it is naturally unwilling to accept this.

“Once Lao Xia has snatched the rule mark, the prestige of Qingshan Lake will be even greater than before.

My path is cut off, but with two fellow Taoists in front of me, I can enjoy myself with peace of mind. It won’t be long before I can hold another concubine selection meeting.”

The colorful sea creature glanced at the black-clawed snake, smiled and said nothing.

This is all that the monks who follow the path of minor rules pursue.

This old snake indeed has a trace of dragon blood in its body, and it really does not care about the blood of any race, whether it is meat or vegetables.

Since he advanced to the Hedao stage, the number of his concubines has exceeded ten thousand, and his offspring are countless.

More than half of the creatures in Qingshan Lake have the blood of this old silver snake.

This old fellow clamored that since he could not become a Great Rule-Enlightened One, then he would cultivate one from among the younger generations.

"hey-hey."

The black-clawed snake didn't care about the colors of the colorful sea creatures.

How can bloodline be born without concubines? How can good seedlings be selected without bloodline?

Without good bloodline, how can it make progress again?

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the old shrimp surrounded by the tide began to turbulent, and a mysterious rhythm was released from the top of its head, which suddenly hit the regular strings.

"Not good, the cultivators from the Xianhu Sect are following us."

The colorful sea creature narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you still want to come to my house?"

"That's just seeking death." The black-clawed snake added.

"You still have to give us some face." The colorful sea creature gave the black-clawed snake a cold look.

“After all, this Xianhu Sect gave birth to a Nine-Nine Heaven Tribulation cultivator not long ago. Although he entered the Lingmu Immortal Palace, he was trained by the Xianhu Sect after all, so this incense relationship cannot be severed.”

The cultivator who has experienced the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations is naturally intimidating, but to the Seven-Colored Sea Clan, it is not a cultivator without backing.

The Huanghuang Sea Clan is ranked among the top ten ethnic groups in the fairy world.

The reason why he didn't hang out with the sea clan was mainly because he wanted to come to Qingshan Lake and become a hidden boss.

In addition, there is a beautiful world in this Qingshan Lake. It is rumored that there is a water eye, but the water eye was closed a long time ago. If you want to open it, you must locate it accurately.

If we can find this water hole, then there will be hope of condensing the Water-walking Dao Fruit in the future.

The Seven-Colored Monk sneered. The monks from the Xianhu Sect dared to come to their door. It seemed that they were getting proud because a monk who had experienced the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations was born.

At that time, it would be better to use courtesy first and then force.

It would be fine if he handed over the mark politely, but if he didn't give me face, I would beat him up and spare his life to coax him back. Who dares to say that this is unrighteous?
……

At the same time, in the Xianhu Sect.

"Grandmaster, do you really want to knock on my door?"

Lin Tianha was a little nervous. For a cultivator who dared to peek at its rule imprint, he knew it was not that simple.

It is necessary to find out the background of their Xianhu Sect.

They dare to mess with us, and we still go to their doorstep to deal with them. Isn't this Chunchun's gift?

"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."

The fairy pot flew out carrying Lin Tianha.

In his opinion, the cultivator who dared to attack the Xianhu Sect was probably not a great cultivator.

Of course, necessary precautions must also be taken.

"Heaven, you're in the front, I'll be your guard."

After leaving the Xianhu Sect, the Xianhu ancestor brought the sect leader Lin Tianhe ahead of himself.

"Ancestor, you can't trick me like this."

When Lin Tianhe saw that he was pushed in front, he screamed loudly.

"Go forward boldly, you are the leader of a sect after all."

Xian Hu went up and kicked him directly, "You coward, don't force me to slap you."

"Don't worry, Qingjun is a cultivator who has survived nine nine heavenly tribulations. Everyone in the Southern Region knows her.

With Qingjun's face, I will just beat you up at most, and your life won't be in any serious danger."

With these words, Lin Tianhe calmed down a little.

Standing in mid-air, he looked back at the empty void behind him, and used his blood pupil technique to observe a bit, and found that the ancestor who had just kicked him had already run back 100,000 miles.

"Don't look at it anymore. If you're too late, you won't be able to catch up with the tracking mark."

The sound of the fairy pot rang in his ears, and Lin Tianhe quickly fled into the distance.

……

"That's it?"

Outside Qingshan Lake.

"Hey, I'm really lucky. I was able to copy it."

Looking at the blue waves of the lake, a smile appeared in Xianhu's eyes.

He thought that the one who peeped at the mark was the 37th Demon Sect, but he didn't expect to get something else. His luck was really good.

The overall strength of Qingshan Lake is much stronger than that of Xianhu Sect. Of course, that was in the past, otherwise they would not dare to peek at the rules and imprints of Xianhu Sect.

Then, his divine consciousness rushed into the water and captured two little virtual demons, and compared the captured memories with the memories he knew.

There are a total of three seventh-level ancestors in Qingshan Lake, and only one of them can peek into the imprint of rules.

"The sea tribe, shrimp tribe, and demon tribe, there are three tribes separated in a small lake."

In Qingshan Lake, the Shrimp Ancestor is in charge of aquatic creatures such as fish, shrimps, and crabs; the Snake Ancestor is in charge of various water monsters; and the Sea Ancestor is in charge of sea creatures.

Among them, the Snake Ancestor is the weakest, being just a small rule-breaker, but this guy is very fertile, with more than ten thousand concubines and countless bloodlines, several of whom have returned to their ancestral bloodlines.

At this moment, the Immortal Pot immediately became concerned about the Snake Ancestor's descendants.

It really comes to whatever you want.

I was originally thinking of creating a clone of the demon clan to help me survive the nine-nine heavenly tribulations, and this is actually what I encountered.

……

"It's a dead thing."

At this moment, Xianhu suddenly yelled and cursed.

Lin Tianhe, this damned thing, why did he become so wilted when he met a cultivator at the twelfth level?

On Qingshan Island, three figures stood in the air. Lin Tianhe was like a bullied wife, and was suppressed in terms of momentum.

"Ancestor, what kind of trick are you using?"

Feeling the pressure of the sealed void, Lin Tianhe secretly groaned. The ancestor was said to follow soon, so why hasn't he come yet? Isn't this trying to trick him?

What do I mean by that? Do you come to deliver food to my house in such a threatening manner?

"Master Lin, what is your purpose in coming here?"

The cultivator of the Seven-Colored Sea Clan was named Qingshan Daozun, and he looked at Lin Tianha with a smile.

"What do you mean by your mother's head!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the void.

"Ancestor, if I don't show my power, you will think that my Xianhu Sect is a wine pot."

Taoist Qingshan's face changed, but before he could sweep out his divine sense, he saw a colorful wine jug with silver light falling from the distance.

Qingshan had no time to resist and was directly crashed into the surging water. The surging energy swept away the monks present.

"Did I give you face?"

The huge silver wine jug fell heavily, and with a loud bang, it shattered the light shield formed by the surging water.

Taoist Master Qingshan fell onto a stone bed deep in the water and was deeply embedded in it. His whole body was flashing with colorful spatial fluctuations, and he felt his head buzzing.

"You are the one who spied on the rules and marks of the ancestors' house?"

"If a small shrimp doesn't hide well and then shows up, it's your fault."

"I've picked out the shrimp thread for you."

The screams rang out again, and a giant shrimp that was bent into a bow shape twitched in mid-air. Along the armor on its head, a blue shrimp thread like a tendon was pulled out.

"Snapped!"

The pulled out shrimp thread was swung in the air, making a crisp sound.

It was not until this moment that Lin Tianhe was awakened. He stared with his eyes wide open, opening his mouth as if wanting to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Is this still my ancestor?
Punch the sea creatures and pull out the shrimp threads with your hands.

He looks like a grumpy old man, not the immortal looking man in white clothes at all.

"And you, little reptile. Who told you to step out with your left leg just now? I, the ancestor, hate snakes that step out with their left leg first the most."

A whistling sound was heard in the void. A long black snake was bound by invisible energy and began to quickly tie itself into knots. Finally, it formed a dead lump, and its mouth was biting its tail with a crackling sound.

"Xiaoha, do you think we should let them die or live?"

In mid-air, a physical fairy pot gradually materialized, and a smile appeared on its face, which spoke very kindly.

"Gulu."

Lin Tianhe swallowed his saliva. This was too fast. He got his advantage back in the blink of an eye.

"Ancestor, this..."

It hasn't quite figured it out yet.

"Okay, for your sake, I'll spare your three lives."

Hearing the Immortal Pot speaking again, Lin Tianhe finally reacted. The ancestor was really a smart guy. He knew how to use it to get out of trouble.

If we really kill these three guys, it would be bad if we attracted the sea creatures behind them.

In addition, they are all under the command of Lingmu Immortal Palace. If the ancestor really kills three of them at once, Lingmu Immortal Palace might also intervene.

In mid-air, Xianhu's eyes wandered. He had an idea as early as when he learned about the offspring bred by the black claw snake.

What a wonderful piece of water lake! Once it is taken over, it will be your own power and your own leeks will not be able to go on a killing spree.

This is not a good idea. You can slowly gain control of it when the time comes.

If you want to become famous, you will become famous after doing this. But if you really kill all three of them, it would be too eye-catching.

Being in the limelight is not suitable for him. He prefers to quietly replace others and hide in the dark.

At this moment, without caring about the three people who had just been beaten, the Immortal Pot swaggered into the largest cave on Qingshan Island.

Not long after, Qingshan, who had lifted himself up from the stone bed at the bottom of the lake, the old shrimp with its shrimp thread twitching all over its body, and the black-clawed snake that had tied itself into a dead knot, all entered the cave happily.

They are all Hedao monks, so there is no need to say much about their ability to withstand beatings. Besides, the Immortal Pot Patriarch is merciful and did not kill them.

He, from the Xianhu Sect, came here to seek justice. If he was too harsh, it would seem that he was not kind.

A holy place should be magnanimous.

Xianhu sat on the jade bed made of seventh-order crystal in the cave, feeling more relaxed than at home.

At this moment, the three guys were as obedient as young wives, curled up nearby, twitching all over.

"Don't you want the rule mark of my Xianhu Sect? Come on, I've brought it to you. Do you want me to skin you alive or to take your soul away? Come on."

Xianhu opened his mouth and pointed at Lin Tianhe.

Daoist Fellow Qingshan had a gloomy face. Not only did he get slapped in the face, but the key point was that he hadn't reacted yet.

"Buzz!"

"Gan, that's what the ancestor said. Do you really want to skin the leader of my Xianhu Sect?"

The next moment, before Daoist Master Qingshan could react to the change in his expression, he felt a flash in front of his eyes and countless spaces collapsed in front of him.

"You gave me the honor but I didn't take it. The ancestor is very unhappy."

The figure of the immortal pot then disappeared, taking Taoist Qingshan with it into the broken void.

When he appeared again, this cultivator had already fallen into the cave like a dying fish, twitching constantly, and blue blood gathered into a pool.

This scene terrified the old snake and the old shrimp so much that their bodies twitched even more violently.

Xianhu returned to the jade bed and sat down again with a smile.

This strongest sea cultivator is at the third level, twelfth floor, and his strength is insignificant to him, but it is still very intimidating to someone like Lin Tianhe.

It will still be a bit challenging for the newly born clone to take over the old place.

So, he lowered the difficulty a bit.

This fellow from the sea clan was dealt a heavy blow, a severe critical hit to his soul, blood and flesh.

Just take care of yourself. It's a dream to think you can recover in ten thousand years. In ten thousand years, the clone will have taken over this place. By then, it will be legitimate to annex this place. This is an internal struggle, and no one from the outside can say anything.

Eating the meat quietly is not better than killing the three guys directly now.

Then, Xianhu looked at the Snake Ancestor again.

According to the information looted, this guy has completely let himself go since he advanced to the level of a minor rule-breaking monk. He has worked hard to hold the concubine selection ceremony and diligently gave birth to bloodlines, all in order to cultivate a bloodline that transcends his own.

Is it because he cannot fly high and has a knot in his heart that he must cultivate a descendant who can fly high, or is it because he wants to cultivate a descendant who can take over another's body? Outsiders don't know.

Over the years, the black claw snake has behaved in the former way to the outside world. It has devoted all its efforts to cultivating its offspring and has shown sincere expectations every time.

Whether he really hopes that his descendants' bloodline will soar to the sky, or for the sake of his own further advancement, Xianhu is ready to help the Black Claw Snake and let it take the second path and become a bad ancestor.

If the black claw snake is not bad, how can he pretend to be a good person.

The division of labor in cultivating immortals is different. If there are bad snakes, there needs to be good people.

When the black-clawed snake saw the fairy pot looking at it, a chill rose in its heart.

Then, his eyes blurred and his body crashed into a broken space. When he reappeared, the scales all over his body fell down like barbs.

"I treat everyone equally. Everyone else got hit twice. If you only got hit once, wouldn't you be discriminated against?"

The old shrimp wanted to cry but had no tears. Its bent body suddenly exploded, and the slender long legs under its belly burst like popcorn, and sparks appeared all over its body.

The three Qingshan Lake ancestors in the cave were all hit hard twice.

"Is my Immortal Pot Master unfair?"

"Fair...fair..."

"That's right. The ancestor has always been fair and just. Seeing that you are so well-behaved, the ancestor is kind and will spare your lives."

As he said that, Xianhu stood up and greeted Lin Tianhe.

"Master, let's go. It looks like they can't take care of our food anymore."

"By the way, Sect Master, you must be very scared when your rule mark is coveted. Do you want the three Taoist friends to give you some spiritual compensation?"

……

"Ancestor."

Holding the compensation in his hand, Lin Tianhe walked out of the cave in a daze following the fairy pot.

"You keep it." The figure of Xianhu disappeared in a flash.

"Be smarter next time. How can the ancestor help you if you are so polite?"

"They are the ones who covet you. We are right, so why should we be afraid?"

Lin Tianhe looked at the spiritual object in his hand in a daze.

After the ancestor advanced to the twelfth floor, he seemed to have a second spring in life. It seems that strength is indeed a good medicine for the spirit. "

……

The three Hedao of Qingshan Lake were all severely injured, so there must be a reason for the immortal pot.

If these guys weren't seriously injured, there would be no chance for him to take advantage of them.

Especially for the Snake Ancestor, the force of space that blasted into the snake's body would continuously tear its flesh and blood. Unless a cultivator of the seventh turn or above came to the rescue, the force of space could be eliminated bit by bit.

Another way is to discard this snake body.

Comparing these two methods, it is more realistic for the Black Claw Snake Ancestor to abandon the snake body. If he can find a cultivator at the Seventh Turn, Twelfth Floor Realm, he will not end up with a single small rule.

Since the physical body has been abandoned, it is normal to take over another body or refine a Taoist fetus.

Otherwise, it would be a waste to cultivate so many descendants, including those with ancestral bloodlines.

Not long after returning to the sect, Xianhu left the sect under the pretext of seeking elixir. After wandering around the Southern Region for a while, he quietly returned to Qingshan Lake.

Although the three guys from Qingshan Lake were severely injured by him, he still needed to personally provide guidance on the more detailed work.

……

"I really wasn't wrong about you."

Several years after the battle at Qingshan Lake, the Immortal Pot had already entered a formation snake cave deep inside the lake.

Inside the snake cave, in a dark golden canoe that was pregnant with spiritual light, the light golden mist that rose up transformed into a golden, slightly bloated little dragon.

Inside the canoe, in the gurgling golden liquid, a small dragon over ten feet in size was swimming around.

Double images kept flashing on the little dragon's body, creating soul shadows of different colors, with either fat or slender bodies.

Runes appeared one after another in the canoe, constantly forcing these different souls to merge.

During this process, the spirit released resistance and resentment, but they were firmly locked inside the canoe and could not escape.

In the corner of the snake cave, the fairy pot was hiding quietly. The formation here was enough to stop the sea creature, but it was nothing to him.

Just as he expected, the Snake Ancestor who had mastered the Small Rules also wanted to make progress.

I don’t know how much ancestral dragon blood is gathered in this small canoe, and I don’t know how many descendants this guy has sacrificed.

This saved him the trouble of building all these things. He just had to wait here for the opportunity to come.

When it comes to collecting clones, Shen Lian prefers the kind that happens willingly.

The more vicious the Snake Ancestor's methods, the higher his success rate.

I didn't expect that this time, I would gain such a huge reward.

The fisherman's basket is never empty-handed.

……

"Is there any movement over there?"

"Reporting to the ancestor, no, Elder Hesong has not come out of the cave yet, and the monks in the palace are forbidden to pay him a visit."

"understood."

Lin Xia frowned. Thousands of years had passed since Hesongxia arrived in Juntian Realm, but there had been no movement at all.

This so-called Bu Tian Sect has even raised its flag, so how could it allow the reincarnated true spirit to be sacrificed and refined into a Taoist fetus?

Another hundred years passed.

"Is there any movement?"

"Replying to the ancestor, not yet."

……

"Is there any movement?"

"No."

……

"Have……"

"No."

……

In the crack between heaven and earth.

On this day, Shen Lian woke up from his cultivation as usual, and his spiritual thoughts spread outward.

The inverted realm disappeared.

Instead, it was replaced by a chaotic and fragmented space domain. The dense space was extremely sharp, covering the entire place. Any divine thoughts that entered it would be shattered by the sharpness of the space.

After leaving the cave and standing at the edge of the chaotic space, Shen Lian tried to sense it and found that this newly emerged broken realm was as dangerous as the previous inverted realm.

He still couldn't get over it.

This broken place is really weird.

After turning around in a daze, Shen Lian looked at his left arm which was broken like a slice, and suddenly retreated away.

As the magic power surged, the broken arm grew back.

As for the part that fell, it was directly turned into nothingness in the dark void.

"I am on par with the ancestor of Yujing, but I don't even give Yujing face."

Looking at the dark void from afar, Shen Lian hid himself helplessly.

I have waited for so many years, I don’t mind waiting a few more years, I will continue to hide and practice.

"Qingshan Lake, Black Claw Snake, Dragon Bloodline."

After rearranging the cave, Shen Lian began to summarize the information conveyed by his clone.

"It's better than Qingjun's little demon snake."

At this moment, Shen Lian didn't know that someone was really thinking about him. He was just using the Mahayana cultivator as bait and also released another cultivator to monitor him.

In addition to practicing, his mind was focused on the clone of the Immortal Pot.

The clone embryo found by the Immortal Pot is quite good. The little dragon imprisoned by the Black Claw Snake Ancestor has extremely powerful bloodline. Even if it is released now, it still has the potential to advance to the Dao.

After checking with the Immortal Pot, it was discovered that this little dragon was created based on a mutated demon snake, and the Black Claw Snake Ancestor was still constantly incorporating new dragon blood.

The old snake was deliberately hit by the fairy pot, and its body was broken into pieces. As a result, the old snake has been frequently visiting the small dragon in the canoe recently, and it seems that it will take action soon.

The little dragon was trapped in the canoe, his mind and spirit were in a state of confusion, and he had obviously accumulated some resentment, waiting for him to seek justice.

Everything is going as expected. Once this little dragon is transformed into a clone, whether to swallow up the other Hedao in Qingshan Lake or keep it for one's own use, we will have to see the situation at that time.

"One clone is still too few."

Shen Lian sighed a little. He wanted to ensure quality and speed at the same time, but even an immortal could not do anything about this kind of thing.

It is not an isolated case that the cultivators from Qingshan Lake were spying on the Xianhu Sect's mark. Combined with the information conveyed by Xianhu, it seems that there are probably undercurrents in the Haotian Territory.

If I could seize this opportunity and place my clone into some of the Hedao sects, I would be very happy just thinking about it.

"Don't be impatient. Better to have nothing than to have something bad. I have plenty of time. At worst, I can practice for 200,000 or 300,000 years. I have the time to wait."

Twenty or three hundred thousand years might be the lifetime of a cultivator who has achieved the state of Hedao with minor rules, but for a cultivator who has survived the nine-nine heavenly tribulations and achieved Hedao with minor rules, this amount of time is almost enough to advance to Yujing, or even the Mahayana stage.

Therefore, as long as the clone is managed well, the longer the time, the more powerful Shen Lian will be.

By casting a wide net in all the major Hedao holy places, even if the super powers in the fairy world summoned their monks to fight to the point of collapse and earth-shattering, he would still have the opportunity to leave behind a group of clone monks to become the backbone of the major Hedao holy places.

Not to mention that all Hedao sects have their own people, it is enough as long as all major super forces have their own people.

By that time, it would be easy to comprehend the rules of the strings.

"Hide yourself for a long time and multiply your incarnations."

Inside the cave, Shen Lian pondered silently.

Fortunately, he is good at finding places to hibernate during the winter. If another monk came here, he would definitely go crazy.

Creating an avatar can not only break the whole into parts and integrate into the major forces in the fairy world, but also use the obtained identity to comprehend the power of rules to enrich the mystery of the rules of chaos.

During this long period of time, I can calm down and practice, and improve all my skills.

The only thing missing from practicing in hiding for a long time is the auxiliary resources to comprehend the rules of chaos, and Shen Lian only got this from the cultivators in the corpse-transfiguration world.

"The fairy world is currently undercurrent, and I am already in the dark. I will not do anything that may bring bad luck to the superpowers. I will quietly choose a clone and join the alliance of the two superpowers to cheer for them."

"In the eyes of the Corpse World, I have already been killed by the Semi-Immortal, so as long as I don't touch the strings of rules on a large scale and cause shocks in the Immortal World, there shouldn't be any problems."

"Given the current situation, it won't be a problem for me to hide in the cracks of heaven and earth for thousands or tens of thousands of years. I just need to quietly watch the performances of the seniors in the fairy world."

"Continue to practice."

After calming down, Shen Lian started practicing again.

Why is he in a hurry? He just needs to have some quiet time to practice well.

[Calm down, perception points +2]

[Calm down, perception points +4]

……

[Calm down, perception points +3]

……

Lingmu Fairy Palace.

Lin Xia came in from outside and asked casually when he entered the hall.

"Is there any movement over there?"

Soon, a response was heard in the hall.

"Reporting to the ancestor, no."

"How long has Hesong been in Juntian?"

"Reporting to the ancestor, four thousand seven hundred and thirty-seven years."

Hearing the voice, Lin Xia frowned slightly.

It's been almost five thousand years and there's still no movement. Is it possible that no one really cares about the reincarnated true spirits of this world?
The bait has been put there for almost five thousand years and there is still no movement. Is there any need to continue?

Otherwise, force Hesong to leave the cave and travel between Juntian and Haotian realms.

But this would be too obvious.

However, Lin Xia thought again that it was also a very obvious move for him to send Hesong directly to Juntian Realm.

"Did I go wrong with this move?"

Lin Xia paced in the hall and still felt that he was doing the right thing. Whether it was ascending to the sky or blasting open the seal of the sea of ​​stars, these were not things that a cautious person could do.

What timid person could do such a thing?
If the power behind the scenes really exists, according to previous practices, even if they know it is a bait, they should at least tease it.

Why is there no movement at all now? Where did they become so cautious as before?

"Anyway, let's give it one last try."

After much thought, Lin Xia felt that he couldn't give up halfway.

"How is Elder Hesong's Taoist body training going?"

"Reporting to the ancestor, the ritual is still in progress."

"Okay, I got it."

After a moment, Lin Xia took out a jade communication talisman, and after it lit up, the image of Hesong appeared in the light and shadow.

"Friend Lin, how long are you going to keep me locked up?"

Even though Lin Xia was powerful, He Song still felt very uncomfortable being trapped in the cave for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist Hesong, if you can cooperate with me, I will transfer you back to Haotian Realm."

After the two whispered for a long time, Hesong finally agreed.

More than half a year later.

Upper Juntian, Qianqiu Mountain.

On this day, the elders and immortal messengers of the Lingmu Branch Palace were all busy with their work. Suddenly, the earth shook and hearty laughter rang out from the best cave deep in the mountains.

“It’s Ancestor Hesong!”

The spiritual wood immortal messengers and elders who came and went naturally knew who was in the cave.

“Hahahaha… the Dao fetus that I’ve been refining is now complete!”

Billions of spiritual barriers were stretched out in the cave, He Song's hair and beard danced wildly, he looked extremely exhausted, but his eyes emitted a dazzling halo.

The laughter was rumbling, and the scene was seen by many monks passing by.

"Xiao Zhuozi, I, the ancestor, am going back to Haotian!"

Then, Hesong summoned a spiritual tree, sat cross-legged on it, broke through the void and flew away on the wind.

The spiritual wood rode the wind and waves, rushed into the broken star sea from Juntian, arrived at Haotian, and continued to cut through the sky.

The vast starry sky and the empty sea of ​​stars are left with scenes like shooting stars.

Go to Haotian.

Amid the sea of ​​clouds and foggy forests, He Song rode the spiritual tree into the sky and sank into a vast continent of spiritual trees.

A figure emerged from the mist, shrouded in a five-element formation, releasing an immense amount of pressure.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Xia, I have had a smooth journey without any problems. I didn't even use the ancient formation I had open all the time. You have to make up for the spiritual crystals I consumed."

The figure seemed to be speaking to the fog, and the shadow of Lin Xia appeared in a flash of light, with his brows furrowed like mountains and rivers.

"Could it be that I am going in the wrong direction?"

……

Crack between heaven and earth.

"The void has recovered, and I can finally see Lao Mi."

After packing up his luggage in the cave, Shen Lian stood on tiptoe, carefully stepped through the dim void, and quickly headed towards the distance.

"Hiss... The Dao Embryo was successfully sacrificed. You dare to use the Dao Embryo that involves the cause and effect of billions of lives. I really admire you."

(End of this chapter)