A master of supernatural powers who started from low martial arts

In the end, this massive century-long impact was dealt with without any major incidents.

Because of the intervention of the four great gods, except for the mortals who had not withdrawn to the Immortal City, all the monks who participated in the battle did not suffer heavy losses, and the total casualties were only a little over three thousand.

However, nearly three million mortals in the outermost area died at the mouths of the corpse demons.

The deaths of so many mortals did not bring about much turmoil. After the attack was over, the Four Heavenly Kings all stayed in Beiling Immortal City temporarily to prevent Shi Mingkong from counterattacking again. The external support cultivators such as Lu Yuan stayed for a few days, and after attending the celebration banquet, they set off on their way home.

When they returned to Longshan Immortal City, they were welcomed by the monks of the city, just like a triumphant hero. Lu Yuan's Huanglong clone also came out in person and hosted a welcoming banquet.

At the banquet, all the monks who participated in the war toasted each other and indulged in music and dance, trying to vent the stress of the past few months.

After all, the previous hundred-year attacks were extremely brutal, with casualties among the participating monks even reaching 30% to 40%. None of their supporting monks were lost this time, which was an extremely rare situation.

Even if luck was partly to blame, it was enough to make all the monks feel fortunate.

After the banquet, Lu Yuan returned to his cave in Zizhu Peak.

After sending the maid away, he was alone in the quiet room with a dim look in his eyes.

The other cultivators who returned from Longshan Immortal City were all thankful for having escaped danger this time, but he deeply felt the inadequacy of his own cultivation.

His current cultivation level might be hard to beat at the Nascent Soul stage, but it is far from enough to face the Heavenly Corpse King. When Shi Mingkong led the demons to attack Beiling Immortal City, if he had the late stage of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation or even higher cultivation level, then those three million mortals would not have turned into innocent dead souls.

"The next major goal is to break through the late stage of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation as soon as possible. In this case..."

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, calmed down, and then communicated with the Heavenly Book:

"Light up, wander the spirit and control the energy!"

Buzz.
In an instant, the heavenly book in the mind burst into infinite brilliance, illuminating every space in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"The nine stars are moving in the right direction, the Yuanshi is wandering, the Huajing is bright, the Yuanling is spreading, the flow is endless, the light is descending on me, I am thrown into the red scene, I am relieved and open-minded, I can stay in the flying clouds and ascend to the purple sky"

It takes 50,000 ke of luck, or 500 strands of Heavenly Merit, to light up this magical power. As the great amount of merit that Lu Yuan has accumulated burns, the sound of chanting, like the voice of a loud bell or the Tao, resounds, and a magical power begins to condense from nothing to something in the void sea of ​​consciousness.

This state lasted for a very long time. After the sun rose and the moon set three times outside the quiet room, Lu Yuan slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were vicissitudes of life, yet revealed an indescribable agility.

After condensing the seed of magical power, he has already mastered [Wandering Spirit and Controlling Qi].

This supernatural power is divided into two parts: one is the wandering of the spirit, and the other is the control of qi.

Among them, the wandering spirit is a magical power to cultivate and strengthen the primordial spirit, or even to allow the primordial spirit to leave the body; the controlling qi is a magical power to use the primordial spirit to control and manage the primordial qi of everything in the heaven and earth, thereby doubling the effect of the magic.

Let’s not talk about the latter for now, the former is exactly what Lu Yuan needs now.

In the later stage of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation, the divine fetus is cultivated into the primordial spirit. With the assistance and blessing of this magical power, his cultivation to the realm of primordial spirit will definitely be greatly helped. Therefore, he closed the death gate without hesitation and began to comprehend and practice wholeheartedly.

Spring passes and winter comes.

There is no time in cultivation, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

During these ten years, although Lu Yuan himself was in seclusion, the activities of his Huanglong clone and Liuyun clone were not affected at all. With the support of his clones, Chen Zhantang and other disciples from the lower world were completely integrated into the fairy city, and quickly mastered the basic common sense of the immortal world. They began to combine the knowledge of weapons from the lower world to invent and create.

The first thing they invented was the spiritual fire cannon made from various spiritual materials from the world of immortal cultivation.

This cannon is a low-cost weapon created using first-grade metal spiritual materials, combined with magic arrays and gunpowder. According to the standards of the immortal cultivation world, it can be considered a first-grade inferior magic weapon.

However, this cannon, which is barely an entry-level magical weapon in the world of immortal cultivation, was able to unleash the astonishing power of a second-level offensive talisman or even a strike from a foundation-building cultivator with each shell during the experiment!

The most important thing is that the materials of this cannon are all low-level spiritual materials. With the resources and means of Longshan Fairy City, it is not difficult to cast this cannon. Dozens of them can be cast easily every month!

With the endorsement of Huang Long's clone, this cannon was quickly deployed on the battlefield once it came out, and it almost immediately reduced the pressure on the monks on the front line.

After all, quantitative change leads to qualitative change. A few or a dozen such cannons deployed on the long front line will not bring much change. However, dozens or hundreds of spiritual fire cannons that can continuously fire a fire that is comparable to the attack of a foundation-building monk will bring immediate help and be enough to turn the tide of the battle!

Because let alone the first-level corpse soldiers and second-level corpse generals, even the third-level corpse kings and fourth-level celestial corpses would find it difficult to withstand the attack of hundreds of foundation-building cultivators.

It can be said that after the Spirit Fire Cannon was put into large-scale mass production, the life of the monks from Longshan Immortal City who were fighting against the tide of zombies on the front line suddenly became much easier, and the Leihuo Hall also became famous in the Immortal City.

At the same time, under the instruction of the deity, Huang Long's clone once again activated the reception formation and selected hundreds of Taoist disciples from the lower realms to fill the Leihuo Hall, and the development was even more rapid.

This day.

On Linglong Peak.

Although he was vaguely aware of the changes in the outside world, Lu Yuan had no time to care about it. After ten years of practice, he had already touched the threshold of the realm of Qi Refining, Spirit Transformation and Yuanshen, and began to try to make the final impact.

To this end, he secretly came to Linglong Peak, where the spiritual energy was the most prosperous, and borrowed the Taoist temple of True Lord Huanglong to add help.

At this moment, in the thatched cottage on the top of the mountain where a large isolation formation has been set up.

Hual ...
Although Lu Yuan was standing still like a statue, a huge sound of surging tides could be faintly heard from his body, which was the manifestation of his magic power surging to the extreme.

The mighty magic power in his body surged, but his will was like a magic needle in the vast ocean. He was unaware of the signals coming from all parts of his body. His mind and thoughts were more focused than ever before, focusing on the divine fetus in his belly. The divine fetus was equivalent to the Nascent Soul of a cultivator.

After ten years of practice, Lu Yuan's divine fetus has now become extremely strong and solid, and its entire body is emitting a dense divine light, as if it is facing some kind of transformation.

Normally, after entering the Nascent Soul stage, each small stage of practice would take hundreds of years. It is impossible for a Nascent Soul beginner to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage in just a dozen years of practice.

However, Lu Yuan possessed the [Nine Breaths to Subdue Qi] and [Wandering Spirit and Controlling Qi], and his cultivation speed was dozens or even hundreds of times faster than that of a normal cultivator. As a result, in just ten years, he had completely completed his cultivation of the Divine Embryo Realm and was only one step away from transforming his primordial spirit.

now.

Under the surge of vast magic power, Lu Yuan's spiritual perception was enhanced to a level of sharpness that he could not even judge. Everything in his body was like lines on the palm of his hand, every detail was visible and nothing could escape his gaze.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning to him. His divine fetus was isolated from all distractions, as if it was drifting alone in a black hole of absolute silence. There was no sound at all, no space, no time, only absolute darkness and nothingness.

One day, two days, three days
January, February, March.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but the magic power in his Dantian space became more and more surging, and the divine light emanating from the divine fetus became more and more powerful, until it was as bright as an extremely dazzling, brilliant, and scorching sun!

"it's time!"

At this moment, every inch of Lu Yuan's flesh, blood, skin and hair cried out from the depths of his soul. The next moment, the vast and surging magic power combined with his desperate determination to merge into the sun with an unparalleled posture of risking one's life to survive!
Boom!

Thunder roared suddenly in an instant, and every thunderclap seemed to sound directly in the depths of Lu Yuan's mind. The violent roar seemed to lift his head directly off!

The scorching sun that suddenly appeared from nothingness began to crack unhindered, as if it was about to collapse, like opening a shackle that had existed since ancient times. Then, all kinds of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy; all kinds of love, hate, affection, and hatred; all kinds of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness felt uncontrollably and madly surged out all at once!
The divine fetus is cracking, and the soul is about to be born!

And at the moment when the divine fetus began to transform.

Lu Yuan was like a domino with the most critical piece pulled out. His body, soul, magic power, and consciousness were all running wild and chaotic uncontrollably!
The calamity of the inner demon has arrived.

The calamity of the inner demon is a calamity that a Nascent Soul cultivator must face when breaking through to the Divine Transformation realm. It is unavoidable regardless of whether one is practicing new or ancient methods.

The practice of a cultivator is to go against the will of heaven, and the transformation of the Nascent Soul into the Primordial Spirit is a complete transformation of the essence of the cultivator's life. In the process of this transformation, the cultivator will inevitably become confused in mind, give rise to inner demons, and produce endless illusions.

If one can successfully survive the catastrophe of the inner demon, the divine fetus will naturally be able to successfully transform into the primordial spirit under the cleansing of the inner demon. However, if one cannot survive the catastrophe of the inner demon, then the cultivator will at best go astray and his cultivation will regress, or at worst his soul will collapse and turn him into an idiot!

Under normal circumstances, if a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage wants to break through to this realm, he needs to prepare for dozens or even hundreds of years to collect secret techniques, spiritual objects, elixirs, etc. to protect his soul. Those with a deep background will even ask the Immortal Alliance's God of Transformation to protect him, only then will he have a 60 to 70 percent chance of breaking through.

It is extremely rare for someone like Lu Yuan to have practiced for only ten years and rely solely on himself to break through without any external preparation.

now.

The world in Lu Yuan's mind was completely different. He seemed to be pulled by an irresistible distance, falling into a bottomless dark abyss, and was still falling.

Smiling, grief-stricken, powerful, in agony, ecstasy, and furious, all kinds of emotions were mixed together illogically and poured out of his heart rapidly, without any reason or sign.

He had lost all perception of his body and the outside world, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body by an invisible hand and thrown into the abyss.

It seemed like just a moment, and it seemed like ten days or half a month had passed. The endless darkness where Lu Yuan's consciousness fell began to become bizarre. Endless, colorful streams of light collided with each other. Countless illusory worlds seemed to be born from the collision, flashing rapidly, densely filling every void. From time to time, new worlds were born, and old worlds were destroyed, forming a mottled and dazzling weird illusion!
Everywhere he looked, there were several completely different landscapes at the same time, like countless pieces of glass shards interlaced with each other. Often, there was heavy snow and ice in one piece, while the adjacent one was war and smoke. Or there were endless blue waves and tides in one piece, while the broken space next to it was rolling yellow sand and desolate. The whole world was mottled and chaotic, and all of these were made up of scenes that Lu Yuan had personally experienced!

Falling, falling, endless falling.

Then, the transformation of time and space became more and more intense. Suddenly, everything was shaking, trembling, and cracking. In the cracks, countless strange worlds appeared, with peddlers, people, tall buildings, mountains of swords and seas of fire, or mountains of corpses and blood, and countless bones...

Not only that, the air around Lu Yuan became extremely unstable in his mind perception. Sometimes the sun was warm, sometimes it was freezing cold, and sometimes it was dry and hot like a desert. All these things were mixed together in an unpredictable way. The extreme changes in feeling made people feel like their heads were about to explode!

Chaos, chaos, and chaos!

At this moment, countless turbulent information burst out and impacted, all kinds of perceptions that seemed real and illusory continued to erode, and thousands of tastes all drilled into Lu Yuan's mind, just like being in a dream, sometimes high in the sky, and sometimes falling into the abyss.

So close yet so far away, so like a dream of a thousand years, the dream is like a bubble, like dew and lightning.

All kinds of reality and illusion were mixed and alternating, and the changes were extremely fast. From the previous moment to the next moment, Lu Yuan felt thousands of strange and familiar thoughts and consciousnesses emerging, mixed with thousands of male and female voices, laughing, cursing, whispering, and howling in the deepest part of his mind:
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, these opium have nothing to do with me!"

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Zhenwu Division. How dare you, a traitor, attack and kill an official of the imperial court! Drag him away and behead him in public!"

"I am the Grand Empress Dowager of the Great Jin Dynasty. Kneel down!"

"Hehe, you sick men of the Jin Dynasty, even if you cut off your braids, you still kneel to us in your hearts."

"Ah, ah, help me, please help me, help me!"

"You obviously have the ability, why don't you save us, why.!"

The sound waves were getting louder and louder, more and more exciting and powerful. Lu Yuan was like a small boat that could capsize at any time in the stormy waves.

This feeling of extreme confusion seemed to last for thousands of years, and then -

Boom!

The endless fall suddenly stopped, like the explosion of the universe. A huge void and dizziness suddenly hit, and everything returned to nothingness. (End of this chapter)