Gu Tian's cultivation reached a bottleneck, although the power of spiritual consciousness became more and more powerful, but it could not escape the ravages of the spiritual consciousness storm. Gu Tian seemed to be caught in a dead cycle, constantly devouring the power of spiritual consciousness, and then being dispersed by the spiritual consciousness storm, and so on. Gu Tian didn't dare to stop once, because he knew that if he stopped, it might mean death.

The Purple Mountain Ancestor was also deeply impressed by Gu Tian's spirit in his eyes, if it was him, he might not be able to guarantee that he would be able to persevere. Seeing Gu Tian constantly suffering, his sea of consciousness was full again and again, and was ravaged by the storm again and again, the Purple Mountain Ancestor also had no way, he was afraid that Gu Tian would one day not be able to hold on, and his soul would be scattered, although it was too easy for the Purple Mountain Ancestor to take it away at that time, but he would also experience the baptism of the spiritual consciousness storm.

Gu Tian kept thinking about how to solve the current situation, he was now in a stalemate, if there was no way to crack it, Gu Tian might be like this for the rest of his life.

Again, Gu Tian watched the storm of spiritual consciousness wreak havoc in the sea of his consciousness, and he let himself have a wisp of residual knowledge left, quite helpless.

Spiritual Storm How, How Should I Deal With It? Gu Tian tried to find the pattern of the appearance of the storm, but after a while, he was a little disappointed to find that the appearance of these storms did not have any warning, and they could strike at any time. It's too hard to control this storm of consciousness.

While absorbing the power of spiritual sense, Gu Tian kept thinking in his mind, as if muttering to himself, the spiritual sense storm...... Psionic ...... Storm?

Suddenly, Gu Tian paused, and the words that the Purple Mountain Ancestor had said came to mind in his mind.

The cultivation realm of the people of the Wu clan is divided into three levels, the spiritual consciousness realm, the primordial spirit realm, and the divine consciousness realm, and this is the spiritual consciousness storm, specifically for the spiritual consciousness, if I cultivate the primordial spirit, will I not be ravaged by the spiritual consciousness storm? The more Gu Tian thought about it, the more he realized that it was possible, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and finally found a way out.

In that case, then I will condense the original spirit!

Gu Tian did not hesitate at all, the devouring power above the spiritual sense burst out, and the surrounding spiritual power frantically converged towards Gu Tian, but in a moment, those spiritual power had reached its peak. In the sea of ancient heavenly knowledge, the power of spiritual consciousness was surging, and Gu Tian shouted

"Condensation!"

I saw that the power of those spiritual consciousness was centered on the spiritual consciousness of the ancient heavens, frantically converging, and the sea of ancient heavens was overturned.

However, at this moment, the spiritual consciousness storm swept in again, and Gu Tian's spiritual consciousness naturally failed to escape the catastrophe, and turned into a wisp of residual consciousness. Gu Tian seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and after the storm of spiritual sense, he would devour the power of spiritual consciousness again and condense the primordial spirit.

"Condensation!"

"Condensation!"

"Give me Ning!"

......

In the sea of Gu Tian's knowledge, the sound of shouting echoed, and Gu Tian tried again and again. Originally, with the current spiritual strength of Gu Tian, it was not very difficult to condense the primordial spirit, but if you wanted to condense the primordial spirit in this storm altar, it was simply a fantasy!

The Yuan Shen of the Purple Mountain Ancestor has been quietly staying aside, watching Gu Tian fail again and again, he does not have any ridicule, Gu Tian is so persevering, this attitude is enough to make everyone admire, even he is ashamed of himself.

"If this son escapes this catastrophe, the future is immeasurable!"

I don't know how long it took, Gu Tian's technique of condensing the Yuan Shen became more and more proficient, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and now Gu Tian was able to condense the prototype of a Yuan Shen, although it was a great progress, but it was far from condensing the Yuan Shen. Gu Tian was not discouraged, this was his only hope, he firmly believed in the obsession in his heart and kept trying.

Within the Ancient Heaven Sea of Knowledge, it was tumbling and surging, and a large amount of spiritual power was converging towards the sea of knowledge. I saw that there, a figure sat quietly, his face was blurred, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the figure was the same as Gu Tian, but it was much smaller. "Gu Tian" sat there, a powerful spiritual sense fluctuation spread out, I saw him open his mouth, the devouring power burst out, some greedily devouring the surrounding spiritual power, the spiritual power on his face squirmed, outlining the outline of his face.

Gu Tian was already very close to success, and the spiritual consciousness storm was striking again, and everything he had done before was in vain, so he had to start all over again. Gu Tian obviously had some habits, and the condensation of spiritual consciousness power was very proficient and handy, but after a while, he could condense a wisp of residual consciousness into the same way before. Gu Tian slowed down and carefully carved the lines on his face, the more critical the moment, the more Gu Tian couldn't be in a hurry.

In this way, Gu Tian has experienced hundreds of devastation again, his face is becoming clearer and clearer, the lines on his face are very obvious, and Gu Tian's appearance can be clearly seen. When the last trace of spiritual power poured into the body of the Ancient Heaven Yuan God, a strange fluctuation spread out. Gu Tian's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the powerful power of the Yuan Shen directly dispersed the power of the surrounding spiritual sense!

Gu Tian's Yuan Shen was suspended above his sea of consciousness, and the power of the Yuan Shen spread out and slowly sank into Gu Tian's body, and Gu Tian's body in the Storm Altar was a dead gray color, and at this moment, those dead qi slowly receded, and it was actually full of vitality.

However, after a while, the dead air on Gu Tian's body had all faded, Gu Tian opened his eyes and looked at his body again, and the long-lost familiarity made him feel more cordial. Gu Tian breathed a heavy sigh of relief in his heart, the feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe was too wonderful.

Gu Tian moved his body, his body was already numb on the ground, he stood up, and the feeling of full power returned to Gu Tian's body again, not only the physical body, Gu Tian has now successfully condensed the Yuan Shen, and his spiritual sense can perceive everything as soon as he moves, Gu Tian's whole body is full of momentum, and he is unprecedentedly confident.

"Huh?" As soon as Gu Tian got up, a figure appeared outside the Storm Altar, with a graceful figure, who is it not that Dieyu?

"Who are you?" Dieyu looked at Gu Tian in front of her vigilantly, could it be that the Purple Mountain Ancestor succeeded in taking it so quickly, and was not afraid of the storm of spiritual sense?

"Thank you Dieyu senior!" Gu Tian clasped his fists and bowed, unable to hide the smile on his face.

"It's you, I didn't expect you to survive, it's incredible!" Dieyu's face was full of shock, and she couldn't close her mouth in surprise.

Gu Tian was about to speak, but a sudden change occurred, Gu Tian's face changed greatly, and he saw that the vitality on his body faded rapidly, and the color of dead ash spread all over his body again......