Mortal Cultivator

In the East Dao Domain, the glimmer of the stars is like a lively eye, peeping at this mysterious land all year round.

The towering and majestic Lingfeng is like a giant sword piercing the sky, and its magnificence is breathtaking. The mountain is full of various rare and exotic fairy grasses, which exude bursts of fragrant fragrance, permeating the entire valley, as if shrouding this world in a mysterious and charming atmosphere.

At the foot of the mountain, a clear Lingxi River meanders through, the gurgling stream flows, and the rippling water collides with crisp and pleasant sounds, like a mysterious song of cultivation played by nature. This beautiful and moving melody seems to contain endless ways of heaven and earth and the mysteries of the universe, which makes people intoxicated.

In such a place full of spiritual energy and magic, Wang Lu quietly sat cross-legged on a huge bluestone, his eyes closed, and immersed in his own world of cultivation without distraction. Time flies, and he has been practicing for five hundred years. During this long time, he forgot the troubles and noise of the world, and pursued the supreme realm of practice wholeheartedly.

When Wang Lu first stepped into the vast and mysterious land of Dongdao Domain, he was just a young boy full of passion and blood. At that time, although he was a little smart, his foundation on the road of practice was quite shallow.

Looking around, those fellow disciples who entered the sect with him were all gifted people. The spiritual root grade they possessed far exceeded Wang Lu, which made everyone often look at these fellow disciples with envy and amazement. In comparison, Wang Lu was like a dim star, submerged in the brilliance of the stars.

However, facing such a situation, Wang Lu did not feel discouraged or inferior at all. On the contrary, he buried all the contempt and doubt from the outside world deep in his heart, and secretly made a vow: One day, he must make a name for himself on this road of cultivation full of difficulties and obstacles! Let everyone look at him with new eyes!

In the initial stage of embarking on the road of cultivation, the extreme scarcity of resources became a huge problem that lay ahead. Those superior martial arts secrets were like rare treasures, tightly grasped in the hands of major famous sects and aristocratic families, as if guarding their most precious heirlooms. And what about him? He was just an unknown little person, and he didn't even have the qualifications to get close to these martial arts secrets to observe them.

As for the coveted rare elixir, it was even rarer than a phoenix feather. Even if one or two occasionally appeared on the market, it would immediately trigger a fierce competition, and its high price was daunting. What's worse is that the various spiritual materials needed to refine these rare elixirs are also difficult to find their traces. It was as if these spiritual materials were deliberately playing hide-and-seek with him. No matter how hard he tried to find them, he could not find anything.

Wang Lu was not stumped. He went deep into the mountains and forests during the day to explore the hidden low-level spiritual plants and minerals. At night, he studied the old magic formulas he found in the market by candlelight, repeatedly pondering every obscure sentence.

On a sunny day, the wheel of fate turned quietly, bringing Wang Lu a wonderful encounter. That day, he was wandering in the market as usual, and accidentally heard a heart-warming rumor: It is said that in the depths of the distant and mysterious Lingxi Valley, there is a rare thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng in the world!

This spiritual ginseng has magical effects. If you are lucky enough to take it, it can help practitioners consolidate their foundation and strengthen their roots; it can also widen the meridians and make the true qi flow more smoothly. For those who are stuck in the bottleneck of cultivation and struggling, this spiritual ginseng is simply the dream medicine, which is enough to make them break through the shackles and move to a higher realm.

After hearing the news, Wang Lu was excited and did not hesitate too much. He knew that such an opportunity was rare, and if he did not seize it in time, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

So he hurriedly packed up a simple bag, which contained only a few changes of clothes, a sharp dagger, some dry food and water bags. Although the equipment was a bit simple, his courageous heart was full of determination and determination.

In this way, Wang Lu carried his bag and embarked on this journey full of unknowns and challenges, striding towards the depths of Lingxi Valley.

In the deep valley, there were layers of thick fog, as if it was a chaotic world. These fogs not only blocked the sight, but also made it difficult to distinguish the direction. If you make a mistake, you will get lost in it and never get out.

In this mysterious valley, monsters are rampant. They hide in the dark and wait for an opportunity, or wander around openly, exuding a frightening breath.

After seven days of arduous battles, the figure has become ragged and miserable. His body is covered with wounds of all sizes, and blood has stained his clothes red, but his eyes are still as firm as iron, flashing an unyielding light.

At this moment, hard work pays off, and he finally found the spiritual ginseng he had dreamed of. However, just as he was full of joy and ready to put it in his pocket, a strong pressure suddenly came.

I saw a huge and majestic third-level monster slowly walking out of the thick fog.

It opened its bloody mouth, its fangs were as sharp as knives, and its pair of copper bell-like eyes stared at the uninvited guest and the spiritual ginseng in his hand, obviously full of greed and desire for this treasure.

Faced with such a strong enemy, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and secretly complained in his heart. But he knew that retreating at this time would be useless, and only a desperate fight would give him a glimmer of hope...

The monster was as big as a mountain, and its roar shook the valley. Wang Lu gritted his teeth and used the magic he had just realized to deal with it.

He was seen flashing flexibly like a ghost, and he could just avoid the ferocious monster's fatal attack like a storm every time. The monster was waving its claws and waving its claws, but it could never touch him at all.

Just when everyone was sweating for him, he suddenly focused his eyes, as if he had found a great opportunity. He instantly gathered all the spiritual power in his body in his palm, and the powerful force seemed to be about to gush out. Then, he slapped the monster's vital parts without hesitation!

The palm wind whistled past, carrying the force of thunder and lightning, and collided with the monster. There was only a loud noise, and the smoke and dust filled the air, making it difficult to see what was going on. However, when the smoke gradually dissipated, people were surprised to find that he had successfully hit the monster's vitals!

But it was not over yet, because the monster did not fall down immediately after being hit hard, but struggled frantically. Fortunately, he had expected this to happen, so he took advantage of the monster's temporary loss of balance and cleverly used a clever force to fly forward and snatch the precious spiritual ginseng. The whole action was done in one go, as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and water, which made people cheer and applaud.

After swallowing the spiritual ginseng, the powerful medicinal power rushed through the meridians like a wild horse. Wang Lu endured the severe pain, sat cross-legged on the ground, and used his mind method to guide the medicinal power. The whole body was shining, the bones were crackling, the breath was rising, and he broke through the existing realm in one fell swoop, successfully laid the foundation, and since then he has shown his talent in the Dongdao domain.

After that, Wang Lu went around to gain experience and his reputation gradually rose. He joined a small sect of immortal cultivation, Qingfeng Pavilion, and often went out with his fellow disciples to exorcise demons. Once, a border village was invaded by a group of demonized wild wolves, and the villagers were miserable.

Wang Lu arrived with the team, and saw the black waves of wolves baring their teeth and claws, and their blood-red eyes were full of bloodthirsty murderous light. He rushed into the wolf pack first, the spirit sword in his hand was flying, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and the wolf corpses were everywhere. In the midst of the fierce battle, the wolf king appeared, with a huge body, demonic energy wrapped around his body, and his strength was close to the Jindan period.

Wang Lu was fearless and displayed the Qingfeng Pavilion's unique skill "Qingfeng Sword Art", with sword shadows all over the sky, and fought the wolf king in close combat. At the critical moment, he had an idea, used his spiritual power to attract the surrounding airflow, turned it into a tornado to trap the wolf king, and then pierced its head with all his strength, successfully resolving the village crisis, causing the villagers to bow to the ground in gratitude, and the sect also praised him highly.

As time went by, the path of cultivation became more and more difficult. From laying the foundation to spiritual movement, and then to the golden elixir, every step was like climbing a steep cliff, and any slackness would be wasted.

Just as Wang Lu was deeply trapped in the heart demon disaster, the painful failures in the past were like a flood that broke through the dam, surging in his sea of ​​consciousness. The setbacks and losses in the past followed him like a shadow, constantly impacting his spiritual defenses. At the same time, the scenes of relatives and friends leaving also emerged one by one, and those familiar faces gradually blurred and faded away, leaving only endless sadness and loneliness.

What is even more frightening is that the heart demon gradually materialized into the person he loved most. She stared at Wang Lu with tears in her eyes and a face full of resentment, and asked in a trembling voice: "Why are you so obsessed with cultivation? Is your family so insignificant to you?" Every word hit Wang Lu's heart like a heavy hammer, making him heartbroken and almost unable to breathe.

Wang Lu's eyes were red, but his eyes were firm. He held the sword and confronted the inner demon: "I cultivate the great way to protect the people and to live up to my expectations. Today I will break your delusion!" After that, the sword came out like a dragon, the inner demon dissipated, and the cultivation level was steadily improved.

After breaking through to the peak of the golden elixir, impacting the Dao-shaping realm became Wang Lu's new goal. Dao-shaping is to compress and condense one's own spiritual power and shape it into a unique spiritual power "Dao foundation", which is related to the future direction of cultivation and is extremely dangerous. On the eve of the retreat, Wang Lu visited many predecessors to seek experience and collected a large number of rare spiritual materials for use. The retreat place was chosen in the Zixiao Cave Mansion with rich spiritual energy, and layers of prohibitions were set up for protection.

When Wang Lu first entered the cave, he was immersed in compressing his spiritual power. At first, the progress was smooth, and his spiritual power became more and more condensed and heavy. But when he was close to the peak of the initial stage of shaping the Dao, his spiritual power went out of control and rioted. His body was like boiling hot oil, his internal organs were burning and painful, and his veins on the surface of his body were bulging. He was sweating profusely and almost fainted, but he supported himself with his tenacious will. At the critical moment of life and death, Wang Lu remembered the strange phenomena of heaven and earth that he had observed - the natural movement and endless state of mountains, rivers and rivers. His mind suddenly became clear, and he guided the spiritual power to flow and compress according to the natural rhythm. Finally, he stabilized the situation and successfully reached the peak of the initial stage of shaping the Dao. With every move, the spiritual power pressure made the space around the cave tremble.

At this time, the situation in the Dongdao domain was undercurrent. The evil forces outside the domain quietly infiltrated and colluded with the ambitious independent cultivators and small sects in the domain, trying to disrupt the situation and plunder resources; the ancient ruins appeared, attracting the attention of all forces; the major sects fought openly and secretly for the position of the chief, and there were frictions from time to time. Although Wang Lu devoted himself to cultivation, he also knew the principle of "the lips and teeth are interdependent" and always paid attention to the development of the situation.

One day, Wang Lu received an urgent message from Qingfeng Pavilion, saying that a disciple who went out to explore the ruins was trapped in the "Misty Fantasy Forest" and his life or death was uncertain, and he begged for help. He set off immediately and rushed to the edge of the Fantasy Forest. He saw that the fog was as thick as ink, exuding a strange atmosphere, hiding psychedelic formations and fierce mechanisms. Wang Lu sacrificed his spiritual power shield, stepped into the forest, and followed the weak distress signal. On the way, illusions abounded, sometimes a paradise appeared to lead him to sink, and sometimes the tragic death of his beloved made him angry. He kept his mind, broke the illusion with spiritual power, and cut through the thorns all the way.

Finally, he found the trapped disciple in the depths of the Fantasy Forest, but was blocked by a group of black-robed evil demons. The leader smiled grimly: "Wang Lu, this place is where you will be buried today." After that, the demonic flames swept over. Wang Lu snorted coldly and drew his sword to meet it. The light on the sword collided violently with the demonic flames, and the roar was endless. He used his ultimate skill "Tai Chi Chaos Sword", the sword rotated, absorbing the surrounding spiritual power into the power of chaos, and with one blow, the evil demon formation was in chaos. Taking advantage of the situation, he attacked and rescued his fellow disciples, destroyed the evil demon stronghold, and seized many evil cultivation techniques and magic weapons, making a great contribution to Qingfeng Pavilion, and his reputation spread throughout the Dongdao domain.

As the actions of the evil demons outside the domain became more and more frequent, the top sects in the domain decided to jointly hold the "Wendao Conference" and invite all heroes to discuss strategies to resist the enemy. As a rising star, Wang Lu was invited to attend. At the meeting, masters from all sides held different opinions and argued endlessly. The old strong men advocated strict defense of the pass and waiting for the enemy to tire; the radicals wanted to take the initiative to attack and directly attack the evil demon's lair. Wang Lu pondered for a long time, stood up and bowed, saying: "The evil demons are cunning, and the defense line is easy to be infiltrated. Taking the initiative to attack may lead to an ambush. In my opinion, we might as well lay a series of baits, pretend to retreat to lure the evil demons deeper, and then use the spiritual array in the domain to trap and kill them, and assist with the surprise attack by masters, so that it can be guaranteed to be foolproof." Everyone was stunned at first, and then thought about it carefully, and they all felt that this plan was ingenious and looked at Wang Lu with new eyes.

After the meeting, Wang Lu did not relax, knowing that the war was coming and his own strength was still insufficient. He returned to the retreat and made a full effort to attack the middle stage of the shaping path. This time, the spiritual power in his body seemed to sense the crisis, and it was much smoother to condense. As the light shone, the foundation of the Tao became more stable, and the breath was surging, as if a flood was about to break through the dam. After 9981 days, there was a loud noise in the cave, and Wang Lu's body was shining brightly. He successfully entered the middle stage of the shaping path, and his every move contained the power to destroy the world.

On the day of leaving the retreat, the sky was full of rosy clouds, and auspiciousness enveloped Qingfeng Pavilion. Wang Lu looked into the distance, where the demonic clouds and war clouds intertwined, and a great war that would determine the fate of the Dongdao Domain was about to begin.

He clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his heart was full of lofty sentiments: "After five hundred years of cultivation, I will use the sword in my hand today to protect the peace of this area and kill all the evil demons outside the domain!" After that, Wang Lu shuttled through the battlefields, and wherever he went, the evil demons were defeated. His reputation shocked all directions, and he became a legendary hero in the mouths of the practitioners in the Dongdao Domain, continuing to write his own passionate cultivation epic, and stepping out a dazzling road in the troubled times.

Dongdao Domain has always been a mysterious place in the world of immortal cultivation. Ancient legends and secret forbidden areas are intertwined, attracting countless practitioners to yearn for and continue.

In this vast and boundless area full of spiritual charm, the mountains and rivers hide lost ancient methods, and the valleys breed rare spiritual plants. Opportunities and dangers are like twin flowers, born together.

Wang Lu, a young cultivator with extraordinary obsession and unlimited potential, stepped into this unknown land, just to pursue the illusory but extremely tempting Daoguo secret realm.

When he first arrived in the Eastern Dao Domain, Wang Lu keenly sensed the majestic spiritual energy here, which was different from other places.

The free spiritual power in the air was so thick that it was almost tangible, turning into misty spiritual fog, lingering between the spiritual peaks and beautiful waters. But trying to accurately locate the Daoguo secret realm in this vast area is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Wang Lu was neither arrogant nor impatient. He shuttled through the bustling market, made friends with all kinds of people, inquired about past anecdotes from traveling merchants, and captured key clues in the nonsense of drunken casual cultivators; he also went deep into the dusty ancient bookstore, buried his head in yellowed books, and looked for the words left by the ancestors.

After several years of running around, the clues gradually connected. It is rumored that every Jiazi period, at midnight when the moon is full, there will be strange spiritual power fluctuations in the depths of the Tianjizi Mountains, as if the door to the spiritual world is gently opened, which may be the opportunity to lead to the secret realm of Daoguo.

Wang Lu rushed to the Tianjizi Mountains without stopping, only to see that the mountains here are majestic and steep, with jagged rocks, and the wind whistling in the valleys, just like the howling of evil spirits. He climbed the cliffs and crossed the dangerous streams, found a hidden cave to lie dormant, and waited for the full moon.

On the night of the Jiazi moon, just as the midnight arrived, the whole mountain range suddenly trembled, the peak of the peak was shining, and an illusory stone door slowly emerged under the bright stars. The spiritual power overflowing from the gap of the door was like a thread, stirring people's hearts.

Wang Lu's eyes were burning, and he sacrificed the magic weapon "Lingxi Yufengzhou", turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the stone door. In an instant, the sky and the earth spun, and when the surrounding scene was stable, he was already in the secret realm.

What came into view was a dreamlike sea of ​​spiritual plants. Rich fragrances wafted in the air, colorful clouds intertwined, and the spiritual grass underfoot was soft, and every step seemed to be stepping on a vortex of spiritual power.

Wang Lu suppressed his ecstasy and walked forward carefully, holding the spiritual sword tightly in his hand to prevent hidden dangers. When he reached a valley, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw several towering trees rising from the ground, with treetops like clouds, and numerous fruits hidden in between, flashing an attractive golden light.

Wang Lu's heart was beating like thunder, and he blurted out: "Yellow Plum!" This Yellow Plum is the supreme treasure among spiritual plants. It is said that it was born from the chaotic spiritual energy when the world was created. Eating one can cleanse the essence and marrow, reshape the spiritual roots, and greatly improve the qualifications for cultivation; if you eat multiple, it can even help people break through the bottleneck of cultivation and glimpse the true meaning of the Tao at a higher level. At this moment, Wang Lu flashed and was about to approach the fruit tree to pick it.

But something strange happened. The land around the fruit tree surged, and several huge guardian beasts with rock armor on their bodies emerged. These giant beasts are shaped like unicorns, with eyes like burning magma, sharp horns, and exuding a fierce pressure.

A guardian beast took the lead, digging the ground with its hooves and claws, stirring up sand and stones, and then pounced on Wang Lu like an arrow from a bow, with rock armor wrapped in powerful spiritual power, and the momentum was terrifying.

Wang Lu dodged to the side, and the spirit sword swung out, slashing on the rock armor, but only a few sparks flew out, the sword body hummed and trembled, and the tiger's mouth was numb.

He knew that fighting hard was not the best strategy, so he tapped his toes lightly and performed the "Qingfeng Youyun Step". His body was ghostly, wandering around the giant beast, looking for flaws.

Seeing the right opportunity, Wang Lu gathered power in his palm and shot out a "palm thunder". The lightning was dazzling and hit the soft part of the giant beast's abdomen. The giant beast roared in pain and slowed down its attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Lu used his spiritual power and sacrificed a spirit trap talisman, which turned into a spiritual power light net to cover the giant beast and temporarily restrain it.

Seeing this, the other guardian beasts roared and besieged it together. Wang Lu's eyes were firm and fearless. He fought against many enemies alone, and his sword moves were agile and changeable. Sometimes he used "Star River Sword Rain", and the sword shadows were like falling stars, disturbing the beasts; sometimes he used "Tai Chi Rotating Sword", and the sword body rotated, absorbing and dissolving the attacking spiritual power, using the force to fight the force. After a long fierce battle, Wang Lu's clothes were ragged and his spiritual power was almost exhausted, but he relied on his tenacious will and exquisite tactics to subdue several guardian beasts one by one.

After collapsing on the ground and catching his breath, Wang Lu walked towards the Huangzhongli fruit tree with joy. When he raised his hand to pick it, his fingertips just touched the fruit, and the fruit tree trembled slightly, emitting a gentle restraining force, which bounced his palm away.

Wang Lu frowned and thought, then he used his spiritual power to explore the spiritual roots of the fruit tree, and found that the tree was sealed by an ancient restriction. Only when the specific spiritual power frequency and handprint match can it be unsealed and picked.

Wang Lu sat on the ground, closed his eyes and concentrated, looking back at the skills and runes he had learned in the past, trying to find a way to match them. After a long time, his eyes suddenly opened, his hands quickly formed seals, and he muttered something. The spiritual power around him flowed in a strange rhythm, turning into runes imprinted in the air.

As the last hand seal was completed, the fruit tree shone brightly and the ban dissipated. Wang Lu picked three Huangzhongli and held them in his palm, his excitement overflowing.

Just as he was about to find a place to refine Huangzhongli, waves of spiritual power came from the depths of the secret realm, as if a peerless treasure had appeared. Wang Lu thought for a while, and followed the waves with Huangzhongli in his arms.

Passing through a misty jungle, a clear spiritual pond appeared in front of him. In the center of the pond, there was an object suspended, like a book but not a book, like jade but not jade, with spiritual patterns wandering around it, revealing an ancient and profound atmosphere.

Wang Lu used the water control technique to approach it. As soon as he touched it, a large amount of information poured into his sea of ​​consciousness. It turned out to be a lost ancient practice method - "Hunyuan Zhenjing". This method can help people integrate multiple spiritual powers into one, break the shackles of traditional practice, and open up a unique practice path. Wang Lu was ecstatic. This was simply like adding wings to a tiger. He immediately decided to retreat on the spot, first using Huangzhongli to improve his qualifications, and then comprehend this "Hunyuan Zhenjing".

After taking a Huangzhongli, the powerful medicinal power exploded in his body in an instant, like a surging spiritual power tsunami, washing the meridians and internal organs. Wang Lu endured the severe pain and circulated his spiritual power to guide the medicinal power. The bones all over his body crackled, and his spiritual roots transformed and reborn. The speed and efficiency of absorbing spiritual power increased several times. When the medicinal power stabilized, he immersed himself in the study of "Hunyuan Zhenjing". The scriptures are obscure and difficult to understand, but fortunately Wang Lu has extraordinary comprehension, combined with his own years of practice and comprehension, gradually comprehended the subtleties.

There is no time for cultivation. It is unknown how long it has been. Wang Lu's body is shining brightly. He has successfully broken through the existing bottleneck and entered a new realm. His spiritual power is vigorous and solid, and it also contains the unique charm of the beginning of chaos. At this time, the secret realm began to tremble and shake, and the space was unstable, as if it was about to close. Wang Lu put away the remaining Huangzhongli and the "Hunyuan Zhenjing", turned into a stream of light and rushed to the exit.

As soon as he left the secret realm, he saw a group of casual cultivators with ill intentions gathered around him. The leader looked greedy: "Boy, hand over what you got from the secret realm, and I will spare your life!" Wang Lu sneered: "Come and take it if you have the ability!" After that, he took the initiative to attack and displayed the newly comprehended "Hunyuan Zhenjing" skills. The spiritual power was like a mad dragon out of the sea, and instantly shook several people away. Seeing this, the casual cultivators sacrificed their magic weapons to besiege them. For a time, the magic weapons intertwined and the magic roared.

Wang Lu was fearless and fought against many people alone. With his powerful strength and exquisite skills, he was at ease. In the fierce battle, he spotted the leader's weakness and struck with all his strength, severely wounding him and repelling him. The rest of the scattered cultivators fled. Wang Lu put away his sword and stood, looking at the vast East Dao Domain, with great pride in his heart.

This harvest is enough for him to take a big step forward on the road of cultivation, and the future is bright. With the treasures in the secret realm and full of longing, he resolutely moved forward towards the next cultivation opportunity, determined to make a great name in this magnificent world of cultivation, and explore the endless truth of heaven and earth and extraordinary opportunities.

In the years to come, Wang Lu relied on the solid foundation forged by Huang Zhongli and the unique cultivation path guided by the "Hunyuan Zhenjing" to repeatedly resolve crises and overcome difficulties. The story has been circulated in the East Dao Domain for a long time, inspiring countless later generations to embark on the long journey of cultivation.