An Ordinary Path to Immortality

After the last heavenly tribulation ended, Fang Ping once thought that he could not survive.

It was not until a slight coolness came from his Dantian that he regained consciousness.

The first thing Fang Ping did after regaining consciousness was to look inside his Dantian.

At this moment, his Dantian was a mess. Under the bombardment of the last thunder tribulation, all the energy balls in the nine-color essence and magnet were split into the finest particles.

They drifted slowly, occasionally entangled with each other, absorbed and merged, and gradually grew stronger.

When Fang Ping looked inside, he found that there were many extremely tiny light gray energy balls in the gray misty Dantian.

The dazzling nine-color energy before had disappeared, and the magnet energy was also missing.

Even their attribute power was also missing.

He could not feel the five elements, the breath of the wind, thunder and ice demon, nor the repulsion of energy at this time.

"What's going on? Where is my spiritual essence?"

"Without essence, how can I make a pill?"

A ray of light suddenly flashed in the skeleton's eyes, and the pupil of delusion directly reached the essence of all things.

He wanted to see what kind of existence this gray energy ball was.

As a result, Fang Ping's eyes became brighter after a look.

Because he actually saw the existence of nine-color energy in the gray energy ball, in addition, there was a trace of magnetic energy.

"Merged?"

"After they merged, they turned out to be like this?"

Fang Ping was slightly stunned, and then ecstatic.

Although the result was different from what he expected, and the process was extremely dangerous, it was successful in the end.

"Swallowing Heaven True Demon Strategy, suck it for me!"

The skeleton sat up suddenly, and because of the excessive movement, several of the shaky bones on his body fell directly.

Fang Ping ignored this, he sat cross-legged, and drove the Swallowing Heaven True Demon Strategy to absorb the gray mist energy that was slowly drifting from the dantian to the surroundings.

At the same time, he could not wait to operate the Dan-forming method, controlling the tiny energy balls in the Dantian to swim continuously, gathering and absorbing the gray fog that returned to the Dantian bit by bit.

Soon, all the gray fog energy around Fang Ping's body was absorbed by him.

The gray fog in his Dantian had disappeared, replaced by a fist-sized light gray light ball that was slowly rotating.

The light ball rotated slowly, and as Fang Ping's hand gestures changed, strange symbols appeared from time to time and were imprinted into the light ball.

As each symbol fell into the light ball, the light ball would shrink a little.

This process is the last step of Dan-forming, compressing the essence energy as much as possible, so that they can be transformed into a golden elixir that can replace the spiritual roots and Dantian.

This process sounds simple, but it is actually very difficult.

Often, many genius cultivators fail to achieve perfection in this step, resulting in poor quality of their golden elixir, unstable foundation, and ultimately no hope of Nascent Soul.

When cultivators are forming Dan, they often retreat for months or years.

Even though each process may take a certain amount of time, a large part of their time during the retreat was actually spent on tempering the golden elixir.

In order to make their cultivation foundation more solid and have a broader future, the monks all hope to use more time to temper the golden elixir.

Fang Ping, who has the inheritance of Yuansheng, naturally knows this.

He just came to this step after a narrow escape from death, so he naturally cannot let himself have any problems at this step.

A pair of hands with almost only bones left quickly pinched the hand seals, and a series of talismans fell into the dantian, causing the gray light ball to shrink rapidly.

Later, when the fist-sized light ball became only the size of a pigeon egg, the effect of a series of hand seals on him was minimal.

Fang Ping frowned in his heart, thinking that if he simply used the hand seals of condensing the elixir to perform, it would definitely not work, it was too slow.

So he changed his mind, activated the gravity field, and then directly applied the field to the golden elixir in the dantian.

After trying it, Fang Ping quickly gave up because the gravity field was useless for the golden elixir.

Because the gravity of the domain can only target tangible objects, although the monks can see the golden elixir, it is actually an energy body, not a physical object.

If it is taken out of the body and placed in front of mortals, the mortals can only feel that there seems to be something abnormal in front of them, but they can't see the existence of the golden elixir at all.

"If the domain doesn't work, then change to something else."

He used the stone tablet and the five-color light spots again, trying to use their spiritual treasure power to put pressure on the dantian to make the process of tempering the golden elixir easier.

Unfortunately, this attempt failed again.

Because the golden elixir contained Fang Ping's breath, he was now only a skeleton. In the case of being unable to force the power of the spiritual treasure, they would not do such self-mutilation.

Fang Ping's mind moved, and suddenly he had an idea: "Xiao Wu, come here!"

Xiao Wu, who was looking at Fang Ping with worry, was suddenly startled when he heard Fang Ping's call, and subconsciously hid behind Xiao Xian's neck.

"What are you doing? Don't you recognize me?" Fang Ping was speechless: "Come here, I need your help."

After confirming that Fang Ping was talking to him, Xiao Wu excitedly ran over and squatted on Fang Ping's shoulder, which was full of burnt smell, waiting for Fang Ping's instructions with a bit of disgust.

"Look at the light ball in my Dantian, use your innate magical power to wrap it, and then slowly squeeze it."

Fang Ping told Xiao Wu his idea, and wanted to try whether Xiao Wu's domain could work on the golden elixir.

Xiao Wu was a little afraid at first, fearing that if he could not control it well when he used his magical power, he would break Fang Ping's skeleton.

After Fang Ping repeatedly encouraged him and assured him that there was only a small problem with his flesh and blood and that his body was actually fine, Xiao Wu tried to make a move.

Its innate magical power naturally has the effect of repelling spiritual energy, and it is most suitable to use it to squeeze the golden elixir.

Originally, Fang Ping wanted to use the magnetic energy in his dantian, but now the golden elixir is not yet formed and is still very fragile. When activating the magnetic energy in it, the golden elixir that had just been compressed actually has a tendency to expand.

Xiao Wu puffed his cheeks, concentrated his mind, controlled his innate magical power to cover the golden elixir in all directions, and increased the pressure little by little under Fang Ping's reminder.

The pressure from all directions continued to increase, and Fang Ping only felt bursts of severe pain in his dantian.

Fortunately, he didn't even have a piece of decent flesh now, otherwise he would have been grimacing in pain.

Enduring the severe pain, Fang Ping pinched his hands more quickly.

The effect this time was immediate. Under the suppression of Xiao Wu's innate magical power, the golden elixir was shrinking at a very fast speed.

In this process, Fang Ping also had an unexpected gain, that is, the magnetic energy in Fang Ping's dantian actually took the initiative to resist when it sensed the suppression from the outside world.

It was naturally impossible for it to be Xiao Wu's opponent, so under the reaction force, the golden elixir was compressed faster.