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When you reach that realm, you will possess great magical powers. You will be able to watch the long river of time, the clouds rolling by, and the changes of the world and the cycle of eras. Your soul will even have the initial characteristics of immortality.
The comprehension and control of the Great Dao by such beings are far beyond the reach of creatures below the level of Immortal King. Every time an Immortal King gives a sermon, it is a feast of breakthroughs. Countless cultivators are blessed, gain enlightenment on the spot, and break through bottlenecks.
Even a true immortal would salivate over such an opportunity, let alone a small cultivator in the Tao realm.
Wang Heng responded without much thought.
"Okay, I understand. When are we going?"
Wang Mian in the firelight was not surprised by this, because it involved the Immortal King preaching, which was an unimaginable blessing and no one wanted to miss it.
Moreover, not all creatures can participate. Only those with extraordinary talents or those with strong and profound backgrounds are eligible to attend. It is very difficult for creatures from other backgrounds to enter.
In a world where the law of the jungle is the essential rule, it is undoubted that identity and status are important no matter where you are.
"My lord, in seven days, we will go to the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea, where Immortal Hua Yun lives in seclusion," Wang Mian replied.
"What? The Purple Bamboo Forest of the South China Sea?"
Wang Heng whispered, a little surprised, because in the Perfect World, Shi Hao once dreamed of returning to the ancient immortal world, and when he returned to that life, he met and experienced a grand gathering of geniuses, and the location was in the Purple Bamboo Forest of the South China Sea. Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
"What's wrong, sir? Is there something wrong with this place?" Wang Mian, in the firelight, heard the abnormality in Wang Heng's tone and asked hurriedly.
Wang Heng waved his hand.
"nothing.
By the way, who is this Immortal Hua Yun? There was an Immortal King present at the Tianjiao event held in her secluded place."
"Immortal Hua Yun is a close friend of many Immortal Kings in our world. Her status is much higher than that of some Quasi-Immortal Kings."
"alright, I got it."
Wang Heng nodded.
If he has a deep friendship with the Immortal King, it would not be surprising.
He believed that if this True Immortal Hua Yun had any difficulties, the Immortal King would lend a helping hand. Just based on this point, the True Immortal Hua Yun's status would far exceed that of a quasi-Immortal King.
"I will come to remind you when the time comes. Before that, you can just concentrate on your practice." Wang Mian said respectfully.
Wang Heng nodded: "Thank you for your help, senior."
"Sir, there is no need to do this. This is Wang Mian's job."
After saying this, the sound transmission flames shattered, turned into sparks, and disappeared into the void.
Wang Mian's figure also disappeared.
In the secret room, only Wang Heng was left, sitting cross-legged on the Kunmu cushion, looking thoughtful.
"The Purple Bamboo Forest of the South China Sea, a dream back to that life...
Who will I meet this time that I know well?" Wang Heng said to himself.
He guessed that the times were different, and the event he attended was not the same one that Shi Hao dreamed of.
Moreover, he would not meet the Phoenix Girl, the young man carrying the Immortal Golden Sword, the girl holding the White Unicorn, and so on.
It was the middle of the Ancient Immortal Era at that time. The alien land had not yet launched a large-scale attack, and even the exploratory attack had not yet been launched. It was still early.
The only familiar people he could meet were probably some True Immortals or Immortal Kings.
No matter what, he was still looking forward to this event. As he had reached the top of the ancient monument realm, he would definitely be the focus of this event and the center of the vortex. Wang Heng felt that the time had come to test whether he was real gold.
There are only seven days left before the event. He doesn't want to waste any of these seven days. He races against time to gain enlightenment, trying to make himself stronger before the spotlight arrives.
"Buzz!"
Wang Heng took out a ball of light. This was a rare treasure given to him by the Chaos Immortal Vine. There were not many immortal springs like this one even if he searched the entire ancient world.
This thing is not only rare, but also very delicate. It cannot be moved by ordinary methods, otherwise it will be seriously damaged.
The fairy spring in front of him had been sealed and cut by a great master using the correct ancient method. It had been moved from the place where the fairy spring was first born and could be carried around without damaging the fairy spring itself. However, it was still somewhat inferior to when it was at its peak.
There was no way. The Chaos Immortal Vine cut off Qiankun's great fortune, damaging the foundation of this spiritual root of heaven and earth. It was normal for it to be affected.
However, for Wang Heng, who is only at the Tao realm, even the Immortal Spring Eye with damaged vitality is completely enough.
He took a deep breath of the immortal aura emanating from the immortal spring, and felt relaxed all over, his pores dilated, and he felt as if he was floating in the air, as if he had returned to the state of the birth of all things.
It was just a breath, but it made him feel like he was about to transform.
"This fairy spring is really against the will of heaven. No wonder there are only seven or eight of them in such a huge primitive ancient world. No wonder the remaining immortals can rely on the fairy spring to prolong their lives in the chaotic ancient times." Wang Heng sighed as he looked at the fairy spring. He was very happy in his heart. With such a fairy object always by his side, why should he worry about not being able to achieve the great path?
Afterwards, he placed the fairy spring in a secret room, allowing it to continuously overflow with fairy aura, helping Wang Heng to practice and comprehend the great Dao.
Soon, the secret room was filled with mist, like a fairyland on earth.
In this environment, Wang Heng's cultivation speed became faster. After all, in this ancient immortal system, the closer a cultivator is to the immortal path, the higher the efficiency of his cultivation will be.
Of course, Wang Heng always controlled his cultivation, preventing the supreme soul seed from growing roots, in order to prevent it from accidentally entering the rooting stage.
The time he had spent in the Zhongdao realm was too short, and he had not yet fully appreciated the scenery of this realm. He felt that there was still room for improvement and perfection.
It would be best to wait until after attending the Tianjiao Gathering to discuss the matter of breakthrough. On the one hand, he can communicate and interact with beings of the same level at the gathering. On the other hand, the Immortal King's lecture is a rare opportunity, and he can use it to fill in the gaps.
I felt discomfort in my chest today. My heart could be heard rumbling when I breathed. My whole body was numb and my face was stiff. I went to the hospital for a check-up, and nothing was wrong. The doctor said it was probably due to too much mental stress. When he heard that I was writing a book, he asked me if it was because readers were urging me to update. Haha, I just shook my head and said I might be under a lot of pressure because I had a wedding recently.
I said that my readers are very tolerant and they didn't abandon the book even though I updated it once a day. They know I'm busy recently and didn't rush me.
My wedding is on the 14th. I’ve been really busy lately. I’ll have plenty of time to write after the 14th.
Chapter 35 Mount
Time flies, and seven days go by in a flash.
With the help of the Immortal Spring, Wang Heng's enlightenment became more efficient. After a period of hard practice, his understanding of the hundreds of thousands of ancient characters in his body became more profound, and he was more adept at using them, as if he were using one's own arm.
This is an impossible task for ordinary creatures in the realm of seed Tao, but it is not impossible for the Immortal King and his son.
At this time, Wang Heng was sitting cross-legged in a fairy mist, surrounded by waterfalls of stars. Those were the ancient fairy characters, and each ancient character was as dazzling and shining as a star.
The Kunmu cushion under his seat continuously exuded a refreshing breath, which seeped into Wang Heng's body, mouth and nose, acting on his spirit, making Wang Heng's mind calm and immersed in a state of enlightenment.
In the lower dantian, the supreme soul seed that has already merged with the flesh and blood is also releasing unique principles of the Tao, helping Wang Heng to become close to the Tao of heaven and earth.
Inside the head, in the purple palace, Wang Heng's soul sat upright with his eyes slightly closed. He did not have the sacred brilliance and solemn appearance of an ordinary cultivator, but only darkness and depth, emitting bursts of black light from time to time.
This is the color of the Supreme Soul Seed, and it is also the color of the sword embryo that the Primordial Spirit transforms into when the Chaos-Calming Technique is performed. Perhaps, this is the most essential and original appearance of the Primordial Spirit, and the golden light is only an appearance, a shell.
Suddenly, a beam of fire rushed in from outside the secret room.
As if aware of Wang Heng's current state, the fire just hovered quietly in front of him, motionless and without making any sound.
It was not until Wang Heng slowly opened his eyes that Wang Mian's voice was heard in the firelight.
"Sir, the seven-day deadline has come, and we should go to the meeting."
"Time flies so fast."
Wang Heng sighed. In his perception, it didn't take him that long, but in fact, seven days had passed.
"There is no time limit for cultivation. The higher the level of cultivation, the longer the time of seclusion. For cultivators in the realm of True Immortals, a seclusion often takes hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years. Not to mention the Immortal Kings. By the time they come out of seclusion, the world has already changed dramatically.
In the burial world adjacent to the ancient world, there is a group of special creatures called funeral masters. They practice in dreams, and one dream can last for a million years. Some even dream for an entire era. "Wang Mian said.
Wang Heng naturally knew all this, especially the lineage of undertakers, where the time of sleep was measured in epochs.
"Senior, wait a moment. I'll be there soon after I get ready."
The fire flickered, and Wang Mian nodded and said, "Don't worry, there is still a lot of time, just prepare yourself. You will probably be the center of everyone's attention during this trip to the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea. I hope you will be mentally prepared."
"I know this."
Upon seeing this, Wang Mian said goodbye, and then the fire shattered on the spot, turned into sparks, and disappeared. Only Wang Heng was left in the secret room.
After a long time, the door of the secret room opened, and Wang Heng walked out step by step, passed through the creepy passage, and came to the outside world.
Wang Mian had been waiting there for a long time.
"Sir, we are going to the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea to attend the meeting. We are not only representing ourselves, but also the Wang family. Therefore, the mounts and carriages we ride must be of a certain level of elegance and must not lose the dignity of the Wang family."
Wang Heng nodded.
"Sir, please follow me. The Wang family's mount breeding area is over here."
Wang Mian greeted them and walked in front to lead the way, while Wang Heng followed behind.
Soon, they came to a place where birds were singing and flowers were blooming. Tall and beautiful mountains stood one after another. Pure white fairy mist was blowing and lingering between the rivers and ridges. Spiritual springs and waterfalls fell from the sky. Birds and auspicious beasts often appeared. It was a scene of auspiciousness.
As soon as he arrived here, Wang Heng heard a loud bird cry, resounding through the sky. He looked up and saw a green divine bird. It had a golden phoenix crown, green feathers, and long feathers on its tail, which were colorful and very beautiful.
“This is a pure-blooded blue phoenix raised by our Wang family. It is about to become an immortal. It has acquired many unique skills of the Wang family. Its magical powers are earth-shattering in the supreme realm. It was also fortunate enough to serve as the immortal king’s vehicle once.
At that time, when the Immortal King traveled, he used a nine-headed pure-blooded blue phoenix to pull his carriage, and wherever he passed, everyone bowed down to him. "
Wang Heng was secretly shocked.
"In other words, there are eight more pure-blooded blue phoenixes like this?"
"About that. There are about ten beasts as strong as the one in front of us." Wang Mian said casually.
For the Immortal King family, mounts of this level are not uncommon.
However, most of the ancient carriages pulled by eight-headed supreme creatures at the peak level are only qualified for Immortal Kings to ride, which is already a very high standard.
Once you enter the true fairyland, who would be willing to be someone's mount?
"Senior, what kind of ancient beast should we choose as our mount this time?" Wang Heng asked.
Wang Mian smiled upon hearing this, pointed to a towering mountain in front of him, and said, "It's just behind there. Although their strength is not as good as the pure-blooded blue phoenix, their reputation is comparable to that of the pure-blooded blue phoenix. They are indispensable creatures for immortals to travel with, and represent auspiciousness and majesty."
Wang Heng looked towards the towering mountain and felt that the mountain was so majestic and vast that he could not see the top or the edge.
This area specially designed for raising mounts is also a small world with a vast territory. Countless ancient beasts live in it. They are only summoned out of this place when the creatures of the tribe go out and need transportation. At other times, the activities of the ancient beasts are not restricted and they can forage freely.
Wang Heng followed Wang Mian and headed towards the back of the mountain. Along the way, Wang Heng saw too many new and interesting things. He looked left and right, taking in the sights and enjoying himself.
There is a golden-winged Roc flying high in the sky. This creature is so beautiful, with its golden wings spread, releasing brilliant golden light, just like a moving sun hanging across the sky, blocking out the sun and casting large shadows.
There are also big fish living in the water, with dragon whiskers, dragon horns, dragon scales, and claws sticking out of their abdomens. At first glance, they are obviously related to real dragons.
There is also a holy deer with a pair of horns emitting soft light. As long as you get a little closer, you will feel a cool breath entering your mind, and your impetuous mood will gradually calm down. This state is very suitable for enlightenment.
Wang Heng was shocked. There is such a magical creature? Can it help people realize the truth?