Mortal Cultivator

In a land full of aura, Wang Lu slowly finished his work in his cave. The spiritual energy surrounding him was like a substantial mist, slowly submerging into his body. The spiritual pressure in the cave gradually flattened out, leaving only the flickering runes engraved on the walls, bearing in mind his countless days and nights of hard work.

Wang Lu was born in an ordinary world. He was a young man like an ant, but he had great ambitions. With his excellent foundation and understanding, and by chance, he embarked on the path of cultivating immortality. When he first entered the mountain gate, he stood out with a stunning appearance. Jianmei Xing showed endless enthusiasm for the immortal way. He had a perseverance hidden in his laughter and fun. He passed through all the way, went through the hardships of the sect and the dangers of the secret realm before he ascended to the immortal world and opened a new chapter. .

Today, this cave is located at the top of the spiritual peak. The surrounding spiritual plants are swaying, all with thousands of years of fire. The spiritual energy breathed out is like silk threads, flowing into the cave to nourish his cultivation. The restrictions set up outside the cave were made by Wang Lu by combining various immortal techniques and secret techniques. They were like fine spider webs hidden in the void. The slightest movement would trigger a warning sign.

"Thousands of years of practice have finally reached the threshold of enlightenment, but this last step seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers." Wang Lu murmured to himself, his eyes shining with thought and determination. In the past years, he practiced swordsmanship. At the beginning, he was based on agility and elegance. The sword came out like a shooting star chasing the moon, and the sound of breaking the wind was like a crane chirping in the sky. He was invincible in the competition among his peers. Later, he studied formations and transformed the mountains, rivers, terrain, and spiritual veins. The formations and veins are used to lay out killing and trapping formations. He once trapped hundreds of immortals with his "Illusionary Formation of Zhoutian Star Fighting", which made him famous.

Apart from practicing, his close friends are the warm comfort of his journey in the fairy world. Feng Yichen, who has a free and uninhibited temperament, met Wang Lu for the first time in a wine shop. At that time, they both fought over the scarce spiritual wine, but they hit it off immediately, often exploring ancient ruins together, and helping each other in dangerous situations; and Gentle as water Su Yao is good at healing immortal magic. With a gentle wave of catkins, the power of life flows trickling down. She has pulled Wang Lu back from the gate of hell many times when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death. During the days of practicing together, feelings secretly arose, and they fought side by side. It's a tacit understanding of the heart.

On this day, Wang Lu decided to go out to visit friends and explore opportunities for enlightenment. He rose up with his sword, and the flying sword under his feet was like a silver stream of light, cutting through the blue sky. The mountains and rivers along the way seemed to shrink into inches, and swept back quickly. Arriving at Feng Yichen's residence, it was a floating fairy island with strange flowers and rocks scattered all over the island. The buildings were all piled up with spiritual crystals, making them clear and shining.

"Haha, Wang Lu, you boy, I haven't seen you for a long time, your cultivation has become more and more advanced!" Feng Yichen greeted him with a big smile, wearing a green shirt, showing off his coolness.

The two of them entered and sat down at the stone table filled with spiritual fruit and fairy wine. "I'm stuck on the edge of enlightenment now, do you have any solution?" Wang Lu got straight to the point, picked up the wine cup and sipped lightly, the wine went into his throat, and his spiritual breath dispersed.

Feng Yichen scratched his head, looked a little calm, and said thoughtfully: "It is difficult to achieve enlightenment. I heard that the 'Secret Realm of Chaos' has appeared in the world, and it contains ancient powerful enlightenment insights. Many immortal friends are flocking away. Why don't we go there?" Wang Lu's eyes lit up, and the words "Secret Realm of Chaos" were like a ray of dawn, igniting hope. He immediately agreed to set off in three days.

Three days later, the two met at the teleportation formation in the fairy world. Su Yao was also traveling with her. She was wearing a moon-white dress, with black hair hanging down her shoulders. She was gentle and showed a bit of heroism. When Wang Lu looked at him, she smiled sweetly. Just like the warm sunshine in spring. The three of them stepped into the teleportation array, and with a flash of light, they were at the entrance to the secret realm.

The entrance to the "Secret Realm of Chaos" is like the mouth of a giant beast, dark and deep, faintly exuding ancient pressure. The surrounding space seems to be distorted by mysterious power, and the light is dim. Everyone filed in, and there was a chaotic mist inside. You couldn't see your fingers at all, except for the faint stone pavement under your feet, which extended into the unknown.

Wang Lu circulated his spiritual power, golden light bloomed in his eyes, trying to penetrate the fog, but with little success. In the middle of the line, the surrounding mist surged, turning into a ferocious grimace, roaring towards him, Feng Yichen drew his sword and slashed, the sword energy spread horizontally, and scattered the grimace, but it condensed in an instant. Su Yaosu formed a seal with her hands, shed a curtain of light to protect everyone, and said softly: "This place is weird, so be careful."

After groping forward for a long time, an ancient palace suddenly appeared in front of us. The door of the palace was closed, and the scene of the creation of the world was carved on the door. All kinds of mythical beasts and immortals were lifelike, seeming to tell the secrets of ancient times. Wang Lu stepped forward and injected his spiritual power into the groove on the door. The palace door slowly opened. Inside, there were many jade slips and magic weapons hanging in the air. On the central stone platform, a jade bead exuding the aura of chaos shone brightly. The aura and The true meaning of enlightenment seems to have the slightest compatibility.

Everyone was delighted and were about to approach, but a rune cage suddenly rose from the ground, trapping them in it. At the same time, the space in the hall was distorted, and several mysterious people in black robes walked out. The leader had a sinister look in his eyes and sneered: "This is It’s the place we’re looking for first, but you little brats dare to covet the treasure!”

Wang Lu glared angrily, "Humph, the treasure is inhabited by a virtuous person. You are hiding your head and showing your tail, and resorting to such cruel methods, are you worthy of being called an immortal?" After saying that, he drew his sword towards each other, the blade trembled, and brilliant sword flowers bloomed. Stabbing the man in black robe. The man in black robe also sacrificed his magic weapon, all kinds of strange lights flashed, and fought with Wang Lu. Feng Yichen and Su Yao also broke out of the cage and joined the battle. Feng Yichen had a ghostly figure and moved his sword forward to harass the enemy's flanks; Su Yao assisted from behind, using magic to support his teammates and heal their injuries.

The fierce battle was in full swing. Wang Lu gradually entered a better state. His spiritual power was operating to the extreme. He seemed to be integrated with this chaotic space. He used the sword move "Chaos Return to Origin" that he had never used before. With one sword strike, the chaotic sword energy seemed to open up. The sharp blade of heaven split open the defense line of the black-robed men and struck directly at the leader. The man looked frightened and tried to use magic weapons to resist, but it was too late. He was hit by the sword energy and his body disappeared. The other men in black robes saw this and dispersed like birds and beasts.

After repelling the enemy, Wang Lu picked up the jade bead. As soon as he touched it, he felt as if he was in the ancient wilderness. Images of various great masters who had achieved enlightenment appeared in his mind. They either tempered their bodies and minds in the thunder tribulation or gained insight into the universe in meditation. All kinds of insights surged and merged into Wang Lu's spiritual consciousness. He sat cross-legged, immersed in it, and the spiritual power around him was boiling, as if he was about to break through the shackles and open the opportunity to achieve enlightenment.

But in the outside world, the secret realm was unstable due to the war, and cracks in the space appeared frequently, and there was a danger of collapse. Feng Yichen and Su Yao shouted anxiously, trying to wake Wang Lu up, but Wang Lu was immersed in his insights and couldn't extricate himself. Seeing the cracks spreading, Su Yao gritted her teeth, sacrificed her life magic weapon, injected all her spiritual power, propped up the protective light curtain, and protected the three people, but her own spiritual power backfired, her face was pale, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth.

At the critical moment, Wang Lu's spiritual consciousness caught a trace of Su Yao's life force fading away, and he suddenly woke up. He temporarily suppressed his feelings about the jade beads in his heart, hugged Su Yao, and with a face full of guilt and pity, he fed her healing pills to help her stabilize her injuries with spiritual power. At this time, Feng Yichen shouted: "Not good, the exit must be sealed, go!" The three of them broke out of the secret realm and returned to the fairyland a moment before the secret realm was broken.

After this battle, Wang Lu had a deeper understanding of the way of proof, but he also knew that he should not rush. While accompanying Su Yao to heal her wounds, he sorted out and integrated what he had learned from the secret realm, integrated it into his own swordsmanship and formations, and his cultivation became more mellow and solid.

A few years later, the celestial phenomena in the fairyland changed abnormally, and thunderclouds gathered above the sky, like a world-destroying calamity cloud, rolling and rolling, and the pressure enveloped all realms. Wang Lu knew that the calamity of proof was coming, and this calamity was related to life and death. If he succeeded, he would become a saint, and if he failed, his body and soul would be destroyed.

He was dressed in a plain white robe, standing on the top of the spiritual peak with a sword on his back. His spiritual power was restrained, but his eyes showed fearlessness and determination. Feng Yichen, Su Yao and many friends came to help. Although they could not help much, they could guard by the side to prevent interference from external enemies.

The first thunder tribulation fell, like purple lightning as thick as a bucket, with the power of annihilation, fiercely struck Wang Lu. Wang Lu drew his sword from the sheath, and with a "clang", the sound of the sword resounded through the sky. He swung the sword to meet the thunder tribulation. The sword collided with the thunder, bursting with dazzling light, and the surrounding mountains were shaken to the ground and rocks.

After that, the thunder tribulation became stronger and stronger, either turning into a roaring thunder dragon, baring its fangs and claws; or condensing into a thunder net covering the sky. Wang Lu's clothes were tattered, his skin was torn and bloodstained, but he was full of fighting spirit. Every time he was hit, he absorbed the power of the thunder tribulation to temper his body and refine his spiritual power. His understanding of the sword also increased with the battle, and the sword moves he performed became more and more profound, from the initial fierce attack to the use of softness to overcome hardness and the use of four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

By the last thunder tribulation, it was as if the power of the initial chaos was condensed, as black as ink, and the space was annihilated wherever it passed. Wang Lu took a deep breath, and gathered all his spiritual power, sword perception, and formation mysteries into the sword body. The whole person and the sword became one, turning into a stunning sword light, rising into the sky, and colliding with the thunder tribulation.

In an instant, the world seemed to be still, and then the light burst out, piercing everyone's eyes. When the light faded, Wang Lu was surrounded by auspicious light, and his aura was extraordinary. He had successfully proved his Dao and entered the supreme realm. The young boy in the past finally became a legend in the fairy world, opening a new chapter of the legend of the fairy world, protecting his close friends and the countless creatures in the fairy world, and leaving an immortal name in the long river of time.

In the east of the world of immortal cultivation, there is a beautiful and quiet Zixiao Peak, which is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, like a fairy veil. The spiritual veins here converge, just like a dormant dragon on the earth spewing spiritual breath, nourishing all things around, so it has become a holy place for many immortal cultivators to practice meditation. Wang Lu found a cave on the top of this Zixiao Peak and devoted himself to seeking the Dao.

Wang Lu was born with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his eyes revealed his innate stubbornness and ardent yearning for the immortal way. He is tall and slender, and his green shirt rustles in the mountain breeze, like a banished immortal who is untainted by the world. He was born in an ordinary family, but he is just a branch of a small family in the mortal world. However, the gears of fate quietly turn, and he embarks on this difficult and fantastic road of cultivating immortals.

When he first entered the mountain gate, he was looked down upon and ridiculed by others because his spiritual roots were not top-notch, but the reluctance buried deep in his heart, like a spark, gradually became a prairie fire, driving him to practice day and night, looking for opportunities for breakthroughs in the secret manuals of skills, and forging a tenacious character in actual combat experience.

At that time, the realms of the immortal cultivation world were clearly divided and strictly divided, from spiritual movement, foundation building, and golden elixir, all the way up to the Nascent Soul, the God of Transformation, the Refining Void, and then to the more unfathomable combination and Mahayana, until the peak of the realm of enlightenment. Each level is like a natural chasm, lying in front of the practitioners. Only with talent, opportunity, and perseverance can they cross it. Wang Lu has been trapped in the realm of Golden Core Perfection for a long time, like a trapped beast. Although he has tried to attack the Nascent Soul many times without success, he has never given up, just because he heard that there is a Wuqi Li hidden deep in the Purple Sky Peak, which is a legendary spiritual fruit that can help practitioners clear their minds and break free from shackles.

On a frosty morning, Wang Lu carried a long sword on his back, and the runes engraved on the scabbard flickered, as if echoing the master's determination, and resolutely stepped into the heart of the Purple Sky Peak. The hinterland was like the mouth of a prehistoric beast, with towering ancient trees and thorns. The dense fog obscured the view, and the hidden monsters were lying in wait, full of danger.

When they reached a deep canyon, with jagged rocks and howling wind like ghosts and wolves, Wang Lu suddenly felt a chill rising from the bottom of his feet. He looked up and saw a black-scaled, three-headed, six-armed flaming demon lizard staring at him. It was surrounded by flames, and the rocks under its feet were roasted red and sizzling.

Wang Lu drew his sword from its sheath. With a clang, the sound of the sword broke the silence around him. He rushed towards the flaming demon lizard like lightning, and the long sword in his hand burst into dazzling sword light, just like a meteor across the night sky. The flaming demon lizard roared and waved its six thick arms, bringing rolling heat waves.

Every strike has the power to crack mountains and crack rocks. Wang Lu's figure was agile, he moved around, and found a flaw in this fierce attack. The blade of the sword was stabbed out, right at the vital point of the Balrog Lizard's throat. The two fought fiercely for a long time. The valley was filled with earth and rocks and filled with gunpowder smoke. Wang Lu's clothes were ragged and stained with blood, but he relied on his tenacious will and exquisite sword moves.

Seeing the right moment, a sword pierced the neck of the Balrog Lizard. When it fell to the ground and stirred up dust all over the sky, a glimmer of crystal light came out from the gap in the mountain wall on the side. It was the spiritual brilliance emitted by Wugu Li.

The untainted plum is small and exquisite, and its whole body is as crystal clear as jade. There seem to be stars flowing on the peel. The fruit is fragrant, and the smell is like an enlightenment, which makes people's minds clear. Wang Lu carefully picked it and held it in his palm. After returning to the cave, he began his journey of seclusion and enlightenment.

He crossed his legs on the futon, placed the Wushou Li in front of him, and circulated his spiritual power. The fruit slowly floated up, releasing strands of pure spiritual mist, like a flexible ribbon wrapping around Wang Lu's body. Wang Lu closed his eyes and concentrated, and his spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ​​​​consciousness. At first, the sea of ​​​​consciousness was turbulent. The difficulties of past cultivation, the confusion of actual combat, and the anger of being despised flashed like a revolving lantern. But as the spiritual mist continued to filter in, the hustle and bustle gradually subsided. , just like the breeze blowing across the lake, causing ripples and then returning to calm.

In this ethereal silence, Wang Lu felt as if he was in the vast wilderness of the universe, and the principles of the birth and death of stars and the evolution of all things were slowly unfolding before his eyes. He saw that the movement of spiritual power was like the spiral arms of the stars, slow or rapid, following a mysterious rhythm; the essence of swordsmanship was no longer rigid moves, but blending with nature, and the sword came out like a spring breeze blowing willows or a heavy rain. , like the rustling of winter snow, can contain endless killing moves and vitality. The originally obscure chapter of the "Cang Ling Sword Jue" that I practiced in the past seemed to be illuminated by spiritual light at this moment. The words were disassembled and reorganized, and the understanding was advanced layer by layer. Every trace of spiritual power flowed more smoothly through the meridians, as if The cheerful stream flows back to the sea.

He was immersed in this for an unknown amount of time, until the sky outside the cave was filled with thousands of auspicious colors. The spiritual power in Wang Lu exploded suddenly, like a flood bursting out of a dike. The momentum of his whole body increased steadily, breaking through the shackles of the golden elixir, and stepped into the Nascent Soul in one fell swoop. In the early days, he did not stop there. The door to enlightenment that Wugou Li helped him opened was still open, and his inspiration was like a spring.

He will combine his new understanding of swordsmanship, spiritual power, and the rules of heaven and earth, and try to create his own "Tao". The spiritual power in the early stage of the Nascent Soul is continuously compressed and condensed, turning into a crystal liquid state, surging through the meridians, and slowly converging into a halo of chaos at the Dantian. In the halo, there seems to be a scene of the beginning of the opening of the miniature world, mountains and rivers. , the sun, moon and stars appear in embryonic form, this is the foundation of "shaping the way".

As his understanding continued to deepen, the aura around Wang Lu's body became more majestic and thicker. Every movement of his hands and feet caused a vortex of spiritual energy in the cave to surge, and the runes flickered. He further improved and innovated the "Cang Ling Sword Technique", incorporating the meaning of the mountains and rivers, the flowing water and the vastness of the stars, so that the sword moves changed again and again, adding a bit of tolerance, harmony and mystery to the original fierceness.

At this time, the outside world of immortality was plunged into turmoil due to the quiet rise of an evil force. This force lurks in the darkness, using the essence, blood and soul of living beings to practice magic. Wherever it goes, life is devastated and resentment is soaring. Many weak sects are slaughtered overnight. Rivers of blood flow and corpses are everywhere. The strong smell of blood even attracts The sky and the earth change color, and the sun and moon lose their light. The righteous sects united one after another to destroy him, but due to the other party's strange methods and tyrannical strength, they were defeated many times.

Wang Lu also felt the shock of external spiritual power and overwhelming resentment in the cave. He frowned and felt a sense of mission in his heart. He knew very well that practicing in seclusion was only to seek the Tao, but seeking the Tao was also to protect the common people. After stabilizing his state, he broke out of the seclusion.

As soon as I left the cave, I met several righteous sects who were in a hurry and full of sorrow. After communicating with each other, I learned that the evil forces will besiege Lingyun Pavilion in the near future. It is a righteous sect with a thousand years of heritage and a profound heritage. It contains many ancient secrets of skills, Once the magical elixir falls, the evil forces will become even more powerful. Wang Lu made a quick decision and went to Lingyun Pavilion with his sword and others to help.

Lingyun Pavilion is located on the top of the misty Lingyue Mountain. The building in the pavilion is majestic and majestic. The eaves and brackets are carved with auspicious beasts and fairy grasses and flowers. In the past, it was always full of fairy spirit, peaceful and quiet, but now it is shrouded in a chilling haze. The surrounding sky is like ink stained, dark clouds are billowing, electric snakes are dancing wildly, the evil army is coming like a black tide, and all kinds of strange monsters roar and roar, some have three wings and spit out poisonous mist; some are shaped like hills. , the whole body is rugged with bone spurs, and every step makes the earth tremble.

Wang Lu and others had just arrived at their destination, and before they had time to take a breath, they were instantly involved in an extremely fierce melee. He jumped up nimbly, tapped the flying sword under his feet lightly with his toes, and galloped towards the enemy formation at an astonishing speed like an arrow from a string.

He held the long sword that shone with cold light tightly in his hand, and the sword trembled slightly, as if he could feel the fighting spirit surging in his master's heart. As Wang Lu shouted in a low voice: "Cang Ling - the mountains and rivers are broken!" In an instant, a powerful force burst out from his body and converged on the long sword in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling sword energy suddenly shot out. This sword energy contains endless power of mountains and rivers, like a roaring dragon, charging towards the enemy with its teeth and claws. Its majestic momentum is just like the surging Yellow River suddenly bursting its banks, and the raging torrent swept everything.

Where the sword energy passed, those hideous demons could not resist such a terrifying power and were split in half. For a moment, blood splattered and flesh flew everywhere, and the whole battlefield was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

However, these evil spirits seemed endless and kept coming. They were fearless and rushed towards Wang Lu one after another. Facing so many enemies, Wang Lu did not dare to be careless. While swinging his sword to kill the demons in front of him, he cleverly moved his feet, fighting and retreating, trying to find an opportunity to get close to the mountain protection formation of Lingyun Pavilion.

Inside the formation, the disciples of Lingyun Pavilion looked solemn and tried their best to maintain the operation of the formation. The leader of the pavilion had white hair and a firm look. The spells in his hands kept changing, and spiritual power was injected into the formation pattern. But the evil spirits attacked fiercely, and the formation was flickering and shaky. Seeing this, Wang Lu made up his mind, wrapped his voice with spiritual power, and shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoists, listen to my command, gather spiritual power to me, I will strengthen the formation!" Although everyone was suspicious, they saw that he was determined, and immediately followed his words, and many spiritual power threads rushed towards him like agile fish.

Wang Lu took a deep breath, and with a solemn face, he slowly introduced the majestic spiritual power into his body. At that moment, he felt as if countless steel needles were pierced into his meridians at the same time, and the pain was unbearable. The meridians were swollen and almost burst. However, Wang Lu clenched his teeth, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he still endured the heart-wrenching pain without making a sound.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, chanted something in his mouth, and used all his strength to operate the mysterious "Sha Dao" power. This power was like an invisible big hand, and began to carefully sort out and condense the originally chaotic and rampant spiritual power. Gradually, these violent spiritual powers gradually became docile under the power of "Sha Dao", and finally gathered into an extremely powerful beam of light.

A trace of determination flashed in Wang Lu's eyes, and he fiercely hit the beam of light towards the core of the mountain protection formation. With the injection of the beam of light, the entire mountain protection formation suddenly burst into a dazzling light. The originally dim array pattern now seemed to be ignited with the fire of life, shining with brilliant brilliance. The entire formation became as solid as a rock, exuding a powerful breath that made people palpitate.

The evil leader who had been watching from a distance was furious when he saw this scene, and his eyes as big as copper bells were wide open, flashing with ferocious light. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and he took action himself! He saw his figure flashing, and turned into a billowing black smoke, rushing towards Wang Lu at lightning speed. At the same time, he waved the huge magic banner in his hand, and a dark force that was extremely corrupted, like a surging black wave, hit Wang Lu all over the place.

Wang Lu was not in a hurry, and took strange steps, as if outlining the longitude and latitude of the world, "Cang Ling - Xingqiong Yu", the sword turned with his body, and burst out with brilliant star sword light, competing with the corrupt power of the magic banner. For a time, the two were deadlocked, and the space where the light met was distorted and roared.

At this time, the righteous reinforcements came from all directions, like a divine army descending from the sky, forming a siege on the evil spirits. The evil spirits were in chaos and retreated step by step. Wang Lu took advantage of the situation and changed his sword moves again, "Cang Ling - Chaos Punishment", integrating the chaos of the beginning of the Tao and the power of the derivative of all things in the perception of the shaping of the Tao, a chaotic sword energy whistled out and hit the leader of the evil spirits directly. The leader was unable to dodge and was hit by the sword energy, and turned into ashes. The rest of the evil spirits scattered like birds and beasts, and this crisis was finally resolved.

After this battle, Wang Lu became famous, and his name of "Shaping Dao" resounded throughout the world of immortal cultivation. Many young talents came to ask for advice, and major sects also extended olive branches, inviting him to join and share his enlightenment experience. However, Wang Lu declined all the invitations and returned to the cave on the top of Zixiao Peak to continue exploring the endless journey of "Dao". During the years of immortal cultivation, he kept his heart clear and protected the peace of the world, step by step moving towards a more profound realm, writing his own legendary chapter.