In the endless darkness, Wang Ming didn't know how long he had been up and down.

When consciousness returned to his body, he found himself transformed into an eagle, coming to the world he had once set foot in.

The inner world of the heavens.

Last time, he came here with an ideology, wandering in a seemingly boundless world in a god mode all the time, and this time, he became an eagle with a physical body.

It's a wonderful feeling, he's not a bird, he doesn't know how an eagle flies, but the magic is that when he realizes that he has become an eagle, he naturally knows how to fly, stretches his wings, and skimmes silhouettes in the sky.

He could probably understand why humans yearn for the sky so much.

Different from the sword that pretends to be a thing, he experiences soaring in the air as an individual, which greatly relaxes Wang Ming's body and mind, and an infinite sense of freedom fills his body and mind.

However, the long flight also made his physical strength gradually exhausted, and just as he was about to land, something surprised him inexplicably crashed into his eyes.

In the distance, a vague shadow appeared, although it was not clear to see, but Wang Ming could judge that it should be a village!

And above the village, a little smoke is rising!

In the world of rejection, there are other people!

But soon, a mountain-like feeling of exhaustion swept over, and without waiting for Wang Ming to make further observations, he fell straight from the sky.

Hurt.

This was Wang Ming's first reaction, but it was not the pain of falling to the ground, but a headache, since he had the power of merit to reshape the sea of knowledge, he had never felt this feeling of the sea of knowledge being consumed.

What did I do~

Wang Ming couldn't help but groan.

"Yo, the little master is awake!" a familiar voice said.

It's a roaring dog, and it seems that his consciousness has been detached from the world that rejects the sky.

It's just that his head hurts a little, and Wang Ming can't help but raise his hand to support his forehead.

Wait a minute, why does this arm feel something wrong?

Skimming his head with difficulty.

Wang Ming's pupils dilated instantly.

Then, a series of 'gurgling' sounds rang out.

A huge eagle sprang up from the ground, its flapping wings kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Goo-goo-goo!!" Wang Ming was a little open, and let out a series of strange sounds.

He turned into an eagle!

Shining eagle eyes, eagerly staring at the whistling dog in front of him.

"Calm down and use your spiritual sense to talk!" the voice of the Roaring Sky Dog sounded directly in Wang Ming's mind.

Yes, although the mouth can't speak, you can still use your spiritual sense!

The sudden change made Wang Ming confused.

"What's going on?" Wang Ming hurriedly asked.

"How do I know, I haven't practiced eight or nine Xuangong, that night after you absorbed the mark of your master, you passed out, a day ago you suddenly turned into an eagle, fluttering blindly in the sky, if I hadn't used a trick, you would have been arrested!" said the Howling Sky Dog.

"That day, a day ago, I was in a coma for a few days?" Wang Ming said in surprise.

"You've been in a coma for seven or eight days. The Howling Dog said casually.

"Goo-goo-goo!!" was so emotional that Wang Ming forgot to use his spiritual sense again.

"I've been in a coma for seven or eight days, how is it possible!" Wang Min couldn't believe it.

"How is it impossible, I still think the time is short, but your kid has a really good foundation, it only took such a short time to wake up, it seems that the master did not choose the wrong person." The Howling Sky Dog stretched out his hand and tugged at Wang Ming's wings.

"Then how did I become an eagle?!" Wang Ming withdrew his wings, this feeling was really strange.

"What are you doing as an eagle, showing off?" asked the Howling Dog.

Wang Ming's face was like a sand sculpture.

"Show off?" Wang Ming was about to retort, when he suddenly reacted.

Eighty-nine Xuangong!

Legend has it that the Erlang God will also change seventy-two times, but isn't this eighty-nine Xuangong a method of refining the body? How did it become a technique of change!

Also, how come I don't know what kind of transformation I can do?!

How do I change back?

"Eighty-nine Xuangong is extremely profound, the master planned to teach it to me back then, but I can't comprehend the true meaning of it at all, so I don't know what the situation of this exercise is, everything can only be understood by yourself, why don't you calm down and take a good look at it?"

Also, as soon as he found out that he had inexplicably turned into an eagle, Wang Ming was in a mess, and he didn't calm down to think about it carefully.

After listening to the words of the Roaring Heavenly Dog, Wang Ming sat down cross-legged and prepared to meditate.

It's just an eagle, crossed with two cultivated legs, coiled awkwardly, which is really a bit laborious.

After finally sitting down, Wang Ming concentrated his mind on the sea of knowledge.

Wang Ming remembers very clearly, before he fell into a coma, he had experienced a big battle, and he had to hurry up to see if there was any big basket.

It's good, it's calm, and it's a mess of porridge if it's not like Wang Ming, but what is that mass suspended in the middle of the sea?

Mentally closer, Wang Ming found that in the middle of the sea of knowledge, there was an extra gray-white eagle!

And, when he 'looked' at the eagle, it was as if he were looking at himself!

What's going on?

The doubts in my heart just rose, and suddenly a realization appeared.

Genshin.

This is Wang Ming's original god!

However, according to what Wang Ming has learned, only by entering the realm of keeping quiet can he cultivate into a primordial god!

And in a sense, as long as the primordial spirit is not destroyed, even if the physical body is completely destroyed, it will not be able to die!

And he definitely can't have the realm of keeping quiet, Wang Ming knows very well that he is still a cultivator of the realm of resurrection.

Then, this can only be the credit of eight or nine Xuangong.

However, why is his original god a sand sculpture?

Thinking of this, a streamer suddenly swept over the edge of Wang Ming's perception range in the sea of knowledge, attracting Wang Ming's attention.

That's the rejection of the sky, why is this guy still in his own sea of knowledge!

Following the direction of the sky-rejecting flight, Wang Ming's perception reached the edge of the sea of knowledge.

Only then did Wang Ming notice that the biggest change was here.

In the past, due to the existence of the power of merit, his sea of consciousness has always been golden, but now, the light has dimmed a lot, not that the sea of consciousness has been damaged, but there is a feeling of returning to normal.

The edge of the entire sea of knowledge is covered with gray-white runes, like a wall, surrounding Wang Ming's sea of knowledge.

And just now, Wang Ming felt that his sea of knowledge was like a starry sky, and from time to time a little light flashed, and when he reached the edge of the sea of knowledge, and then looked back at the entire sea of knowledge, he finally found that those flashes really existed.

Golden runes appear and disappear in the sea of knowledge.

The power of merit remaining in the sea of consciousness was all condensed into golden runes!

Although it was not as dazzling as before, Wang Ming vaguely felt that these golden runes were even more powerful than the simple power of merit before!

Could this be the mystery of the Eight or Nine Xuangong?

If the power of merit in the past was a plate of loose sand, then now, it is an army integrated by eight or nine Xuangong!

(End of chapter)