Back at his residence, he walked into the ashram, sat down cross-legged, and absorbed the black mist around him into his body, and began to temper this spiritual power that was completely dark.

Close your eyes and meditate on a Buddha statue in an imaginary space, sitting cross-legged with your hands in a seal and a smile on your face.

In the far reaches of the void, wisps of the flourishing aura between heaven and earth leaned over and landed on the Buddha's body, drilling into it inch by inch, helping the Buddha to condense the golden body. The Buddha sat upright in the void, and there seemed to be a wind and waves rising in a pool of blood under him, and the wind showed a dull gray-black color, stirring up waves in the red pool water. However, under the light of the Buddha, the dark matter in the black wind was gradually washed away, and after the infiltration of the red pool water, it did not completely dissolve, but soared upward, crossed the height of the Buddha statue, and turned into a black round sun above the head of the Buddha statue.

This process is extremely slow. When the dark matter in the black sun is washed away, it is still a more pure dark color. The black sun gradually grew stronger, and it rose higher and higher, and rose farther and farther, until finally it was completely detached from the illumination of the Buddha's light and became a star in the extreme distance at the top of the void. Before night, the light of the other stars was suppressed, floating in the void and looming, except for the dark star in the middle of the sky, whose pure black light overshadowed the void, becoming the most dazzling master in the sky.

The changes in this meditation world correspond to the reaction in reality, that is, the black mist around him has completely dissolved into his body, incorporated into the sea of Lingtai consciousness, and turned into a dark little cold star, hidden in the depths of his soul.

The black mist was originally a pure void power, and it was only because his five senses collapsed in the Immortal Pavilion that he took advantage of the void and occupied a part of his body. It was originally to destroy the existence of his spiritual flesh, but because it was never able to annihilate his last consciousness, it gradually connected with his soul and became a part of his perception. This spirit-like force is sharply aggressive, even watching him at all times. But after being washed by the light of the Buddha in his meditation, the negative energy of the countless yin souls and dead souls that were originally mixed with the black mist was cleared and restored to the darkness of the original nothingness, and those sharp edges and corners were also smoothed out, from a beast that could eat his body at any time to a tame domestic dog, obediently shrinking, hiding in the depths of the sea of knowledge, only waiting for the master's mobilization to make a move.

I don't know how long it took, the beast in my heart was finally tamed, and this difficult process was finally completed. Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief and planned to withdraw from meditation. However, when he took one last look at the pool of blood under the Buddha statue, he suddenly noticed an abnormal golden light.

The light did not emanate from the Buddha statue, but from a golden lotus flower that appeared in the blood pool at some point. The lotus flower, the branches and leaves stretched, the stamens petals bloomed, and the state was extremely beautiful, exuding a pure golden halo, like a piece of clear glass. The degree of clarity and purity of the light is not inferior to the Buddha light emitted by the Buddha statue itself.

What is this? Could it be that Young Master Ben has finally stepped into the threshold of the fifth level of Han Blood now?

At this time, an alarm suddenly appeared in his heart, and he immediately returned to reality, and his soul will spread out, and he immediately felt that someone was trying to break into the cave in vain!

That person should have been very proficient in the formation, and carefully bypassed some simple traps and security devices that Qin Yanbu had at the door, without touching any mechanism. If it weren't for Qin Yan's qualitative leap in perception ability, maybe he wouldn't have been able to detect her existence.

But now, her every move can't escape Qin Yan's ears and eyes. Qin Yan's divine consciousness had already covered the surrounding area of a hundred meters, and all the scenes in reality were reflected in his mind, and they were meticulously revealed. He had already recognized the identity of the intruder, it was Song Qingsha, she was dressed in a beautiful costume, carefully dodging the trap mechanism, and slowly groped her way towards the inner room. At her speed, it would take about a stick of incense to get to the door of the ashram.

Qin Yan carefully searched the surroundings again, and also expanded the scope of his perception and spread beyond the cave, confirming that Fang Yiyuan was indeed not there. He wondered in his heart, why did this little demon girl touch it alone, and it didn't look like she was going to sneak attack, could it be that she came to give her arms?

When he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt that the aura in the stone room had solidified, and everything in the heavens and the earth was reflected in his ears and eyes, which was completely different from before.

The tiny particles of insect dust in the air, the breath of seeds in the cracks in the stone corners of the wall, the veins stretching on the branches and leaves of a vine, the sound of each leaf released in the wind, and the faint flow of aura in the stone chamber were all presented to him very clearly. He even felt the sun rise and the moon set outside the cave, and another morning was coming.

Unlike the illusion of the divine search, the real touch brought by this physical observation of the world is incomparable to the former. In an instant, his heart was greatly touched, as if there was a stirring emotion gushing out, almost wanting to lead to singing, drawing his sword and roaring.

This feels very much like the illusion of the five senses reaching the extreme in the Immortal Pavilion, but it is different. In the Immortal Pavilion, he was inevitably attacked by countless small and trivial messages to the point of collapse, but now, as soon as his mind moved, he automatically ignored these useless feelings and focused only on what he wanted to see.

He didn't even need divine sense, he had already heard Song Qingsha's slow approaching voice, and the mood of wanting to dance and sing with a sword was also disappointed, and a sense of boredom and disgust arose.

You guy, trespassing into this young master's cave mansion and disturbing this young master Yaxing, if this young master easily spares you, wouldn't you be sorry for your conscience?

Song Qingsha, who was groping along the corner of the wall, froze slightly, instinctively felt a chill, and at that moment a voice in her heart shouted loudly, persuading her to turn around and flee for her life. But the feeling was fleeting, so fleeting that she thought it was just a momentary delusion.

However, having experienced countless life and death on the verge of life, she certainly knows that this is not an illusion.

'It seems that the owner of this cave is very unhappy with my uninvited behavior!'

She shook her head, letting out a sigh of relief. Now that we have come here, there is no way back, and if the chief is angry, then I will use this body to make amends to him later......

Qin Yan calculated the route she walked, and found that she chose the safest but also the most tortuous one, and it would take at least a stick of incense to get here. He didn't have that much time to wait for an uninvited guest, so he might as well do something else.

He sat down again, spread his right hand, and forced a drop of blood from his index finger, and the color that caught his eyes was a thrilling and magnificent gold, with a faint hint of dark red.

As expected, Han Blood's skill has improved again, and even if he doesn't have luck, his own blood has been transformed into gold.

However, this change also means that I am getting farther and farther away from normal human beings, and I am one step closer to the ending of Senior Brother Huang Fan. Is this joy or sorrow?

He stared at the drop of blood in his fingertips, and suddenly he sighed lowly, and the blood burned under his gaze, turning into golden grains of sand and scattering into the air.