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At this moment, Wang Heng began to understand why Wang Mian praised this supreme soul seed so highly.
With such powerful spiritual power, he could hardly hold on in the storm, let alone Wang Yue, who might not be able to survive more than three rounds before being defeated and suffering serious injuries.
In other words, even if this supreme soul seed was placed in front of Wang Yue, he would not be able to cultivate it by his own strength.
You can only ask the elders to help subdue the soul seeds and then plant them.
However, relying on external force to forcibly merge with the Tao Seed cannot be considered a perfect fusion and will leave flaws.
Wang Heng is eager to embark on the path to becoming the strongest, so naturally he cannot tolerate any flaws.
He gritted his teeth, his spirit shone brightly, and he stood firm in the endless storm, showing amazing resilience.
Moreover, his powerful spiritual force gave him amazing recovery ability. While new injuries were being added, old ones were constantly healing.
In this way, he survived the most terrifying soul power storm and successfully came to the supreme soul seed.
As if it had recognized Wang Heng, the soul seed no longer released soul power fluctuations, but just floated there quietly. It was black in color, deep and mysterious, containing endless secrets, waiting for Wang Heng to discover.
He held his breath, reached out, and grabbed the black soul seed in his hand. As soon as he touched it, he felt a cool sensation, not only in his hand, but also in the soul sitting in his head.
Chapter 21 Planting the Way
I saw wisps of veil-like mist emanating from the black soul seed, flowing along Wang Heng's palm, into his head, and sinking into his sitting soul.
In an instant, the trauma to his soul that he had suffered in his attempt to get close to the Supreme Soul Seed improved and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All the scars were restored to their original state, becoming crystal clear and brilliant again.
The entire soul seemed to be immersed in a pool of immortal liquid, and endless immortal energy poured in through the pores, causing the soul to transform and evolve.
Wang Heng's heart was slightly shaken, he hadn't yet planted the Tao, and hadn't yet merged with this supreme soul seed, but it could already play such a role. It was hard to imagine how miraculous and heaven-defying it would be after the true fusion.
"This is my ancient seed of enlightenment."
He clenched his fingers, closed his eyes slightly, and carefully experienced the various wonderful uses of the Supreme Soul Seed, and couldn't let it go.
The two are a perfect match, and the fusion of them will surely bring his extraordinary spiritual talent to the extreme.
It was a long time before Wang Heng stopped.
When I opened my eyes, I saw an endless ocean of Tao seeds in front of me, under my feet, and behind me, with no end in sight.
With the acquisition of the Supreme Soul Seed, his journey to find the Tao Seed also came to an end, and it was time for him to leave.
After silently reciting a few spells that Wang Mian told him, there was an immediate response in the sky.
A huge crack suddenly appeared, embedded in the vast sky, and a ray of light shot out from it, falling on Wang Heng's head with incredible precision.
All of a sudden, a strong aura of space enveloped him.
The next moment, Wang Heng’s eyes blurred and he found himself leaving the scope of the Dao Seed Sea and standing in the center of the ancient magic circle.
Wang Mian had been waiting outside the formation for a long time. When he saw Wang Heng coming out of the Dao Seed Sea Space, his face lit up with joy and his expression was slightly excited.
He had only heard of the Supreme Soul Seed but had never seen it with his own eyes. Once, a disciple of the Wang family entered the Dao Seed Sea to select Dao Seeds and felt the amazing fluctuations emitted by the soul seeds in the extremely deep area. Unfortunately, no one could get close to it.
Because of this, this perfect ancient species has always been shrouded in a mysterious veil, making it impossible to see through.
Now, Wang Heng has returned from searching for seeds, so he naturally cannot return empty-handed. The legendary ancient seed may see the light of day again.
"Young Master, what's the result? Did you get the supreme soul seed?" Wang Mian asked anxiously.
Although it is people who select seeds, it is also the seeds that select people. If you want to achieve perfect evolution without any flaws, it is best to establish a close connection with the ancient species so as to facilitate the next step of seed fusion.
The ancient species are very direct when selecting people. They will make independent judgments as to whether they are compatible with living beings. If so, then establishing a connection will be a simple matter. If not, it means that the seeds will reject living beings, and even if they are forcibly suppressed and integrated, it may not necessarily have a good effect.
Therefore, Wang Mian was eager to know the result of Wang Heng's seed selection. According to his understanding, so far, no living creature could get close to the supreme soul seed, and it was difficult to pass the test set by the soul seed.
Wang Heng just smiled slightly and spread out his palm, on which lay a dark black seed, densely covered with avenue patterns, simple and profound, and completely natural. Just by standing near it, Wang Mian's soul was affected, and he felt a strange feeling.
This shocked Wang Mian quite a bit. You know, he was a true immortal. His soul had already been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations and had entered the realm of immortality. It was extremely strong and he could travel through the nine heavens with just his soul.
But now, he is actually throbbing because of a soul seed that has not yet grown up. This is really unimaginable.
However, the strange feeling only lasted for a moment before disappearing. After all, it was just a seed and could not have much impact on a true immortal.
"Is this the Supreme Soul Seed?"
His tone was a little excited, because Wang Heng's success meant his success. As long as everything went well for Wang Heng, the Immortal King would definitely reward him when he returned from the border.
The True Immortal-level spiritual consciousness reached out and wandered over the ink-black seed. Soon, Wang Mian confirmed that this was the supreme soul seed.
Only the seed coat of the most top-notch and perfect ancient species can block the consciousness of a true immortal, making it impossible for him to understand the secrets inside.
"Good, good, good. Young master, with this kind of help, you will be like a fish in water. You will surely make great progress and become a leading figure of the younger generation in the ancient world. It is even possible for you to become the Immortal King in this era." Wang Mian praised it highly. The more he sensed this soul seed, the more he could appreciate its magic. No wonder the Immortal King specifically left it to his own son and did not pass it on to other descendants.
Wang Heng was very happy to hear these praises. After coming to this world, except that his father, the Immortal King, was about to meet with a disaster and his Immortal King family was about to decline, all his treatments were top-notch and his starting point was so high that it was indescribable.
With such favorable conditions, it is hard not to be strong, and you can avoid countless detours.
You know, this is the ancient era of immortals, and inheritance is very important. If he were to be born into the body of an ordinary creature with no background and no qualifications, then it would be almost impossible for him to embark on the path of cultivation and achieve extraordinary achievements, unless he had the destiny of a son of destiny.
"Senior, now that Wang Heng has obtained the supreme soul seed, the matter of cultivating the Tao should be started without delay. I hope that the senior will protect the Tao for me." Wang Heng said.
As the starting point of the ancient immortal system, the path of cultivation is not as peaceful as imagined.
There are inevitable risks in planting an ancient species that contains enormous potential and can communicate with the great Dao of heaven and earth in the body and merging it with a living being.
Especially perfect ancient seeds such as the Supreme Soul Seed, the Ancient Universe Prototype Seed, and the Sky Seed are extremely dangerous. One negligence or one mistake will lead to an irreparable end.
At this time, a strong person is needed to protect the cultivator and take action to stop everything before the tragedy happens and when the danger just shows signs of emerging.
Wang Hengzhong said that if he had Wang Mian, who was at the True Immortal level, guarding him by his side, his safety would be guaranteed even if an accident occurred.
"Don't worry, sir. Wang Mian will definitely protect you."
Wang Mian would naturally not refuse such a good thing. Not only could he improve the favorability between the Immortal King and his children, which would be a great achievement, but he could also watch up close the planting process of a supreme ancient seed and witness the rise of an unparalleled genius. What reason was there to refuse?
The two of them did not delay and immediately returned to the secret training room that belonged to Wang Heng. Under Wang Heng's guidance, Wang Mian passed the restriction safely.
In the deep passage, the oil lamps were dim, burning for eternity. At this time, Wang Heng casually asked Wang Mian behind him.
"Senior, after being refined into lamp oil, will these creatures still have a chance to start over and make a comeback?"
Wang Mian looked at the ancient lamps burning silently and replied, "From their cultivation level before they died, even if only obsessions are left, there is a possibility of resurgence. However, these oil lamps were made by the Immortal King himself, and there is no possibility for such a small obsession to escape."
Chapter 22 Planting the Way
"I hope so."
Wang Heng said with his eyes flickering. He had thought so before, so he didn't care about the malicious obsession released from the oil lamp.
But thinking about the shocking changes that were about to happen to the Wang family, for some reason, he felt a little worried deep in his heart.
Upon hearing this, Wang Mian wanted to say something to reassure Wang Heng, but after thinking it over carefully, he decided not to respond, thinking that Wang Heng was overthinking.
In his understanding, having been refined into lamp oil by a supreme immortal king, it would be impossible for him to see the light of day again. He could only stay inside the lamp and endure the pain of being burned by the flames day and night.
"Sir, do you know why the Immortal King hung these oil lamps in this passage?"
Wang Heng shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
"It is to remind you all the time that the road to immortality is rugged and full of thorns. You need to be careful and cautious, as if you were walking on the edge of an abyss."
Wang Heng smiled bitterly. He naturally understood this principle, but there was no need to make it so scary, right? Every time he walked by, he felt like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
Soon, they arrived at the secret room where Wang Heng was practicing. Wang Mian didn't waste any words and directly told him all the matters that needed to be paid attention to when practicing. He spoke in great detail, fearing that Wang Heng might make some mistakes while practicing. At that time, although he could protect Wang Heng's life, it would inevitably affect Wang Heng's future path of practice, which was not what Wang Mian wanted to see.
"Sir, the soul seed is different from other ancient seeds. It needs to be planted in the purple palace of the head. This is the residence of the primordial spirit and the most important part of the human body. You must be extremely careful."
After listening to this, Wang Heng looked thoughtful.
"Senior, I have a question. Why must the soul power seed be planted in the purple palace of the head?"
Wang Mian glanced at him and was not surprised by Wang Heng's question. He knew that Wang Heng had lost his memory. If he hadn't lost his memory, he would never ask such a common sense question.
"Because the closer the soul power seed is to the Yuanshen, the greater the blessing to the Yuanshen, the greater the cultivator's combat power will be. Therefore, it can be seen that the best place to plant soul seeds is the purple palace of the head."
Deep down, Wang Heng did not agree with this statement.
He felt that the human body should be a whole, and walking the path of the spirit did not mean giving up the physical body.
If the Supreme Soul is planted in the Purple Palace, it is equivalent to concentrating all the Taoist fruits in the body in the Purple Palace, while other parts of the body are ignored, which is tantamount to taking an unconventional approach.
Perhaps planting it in the Purple Palace can cause a rapid increase in spiritual power in a short period of time, but this is not a path for sustainable development.
The potential of the human body is spread throughout the body. All of it has its merits and is the soil for the growth of the seeds of Tao. How can we give it up like this?
He thought about it and felt that he should plant the Supreme Soul Seed in the Dantian area of his abdomen, which is also the place where most ancient species are planted and where the human body stores essence.
If it takes root here, it will be most in line with the expression of the Tao Seed Method in the human body form. Then, it can take root downwards, grow upwards, become luxuriant, and finally bear Tao fruit, with the Three Flowers gathering at the top of the head.
Wang Heng immediately told Wang Mian his idea.
After listening to this, the True Immortal Realm cultivator frowned slightly. From ancient times to the present, cultivators who choose soul seeds all plant the seeds in the purple palace of the head, without exception. Over time, it has become common sense.
Wang Heng's idea was very unique, and although it sounded reasonable, Wang Mian was worried that such an attempt would go wrong. The person in front of him was the Immortal King's beloved son, and he could not afford the consequences if something went wrong.
Vaguely guessing the other party's concerns, Wang Heng took the initiative to speak and said that this was his own decision and had nothing to do with anyone else.
Afterwards, regardless of Wang Mian's opinion, he began a bold attempt. Of course, he had to make his own decisions on his own path.
Seeing this, Wang Mian knew that Wang Heng would not listen to him, so he tactfully said nothing more. He just stared at the other party nervously, ready to take action at any time.
Looking at the pitch-black soul seed floating in front of his chest, Wang Heng did not rush to swallow it into his stomach and plant it. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly, urged his spirit, and continued to establish contact with the soul seed. This is something that must be done before planting, and it can greatly increase the chances of success.
As time went by, "bridges" were gradually built between the two. They were very thin silk threads condensed by the power of the original spirit. With each additional silk thread, the distance between him and the Supreme Soul Seed became closer.
They were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, relying on threads of spiritual power to communicate and slowly build up a bond.
Once the planting and fusion are completed, they will be permanently fused and will accompany each other throughout their lives, starting from weak and growing to strong. During this process, as long as Wang Heng does not die, the ancient seeds will never leave him and will always follow him.
Therefore, a great deal of tacit understanding and trust is needed between the two; the thin threads composed of spiritual power alone are not enough.
When the number of filaments reached a certain level, Wang Heng calmed his mind and listened to the sound from the soul seed, which can also be called rhythm.
This is very important and is the key to whether one can successfully cultivate the Tao.
If he could maintain the same rhythm as the ancient species, then the fusion of the seeds would be much easier and faster.
At first, Wang Heng could hear nothing. There was dead silence all around him.
But he did not get discouraged, nor did he get annoyed or impatient. Instead, he listened patiently.