The rich chaotic qi fell down, like a trickle of vines into Mo Qian's body, swimming around and converging in the sea of knowledge.

He found that the chaotic qi in the sea of consciousness seemed to come from the same source as the chaotic qi that fell from the ancient ding, and the aura was almost the same.

Mo Qian didn't move, he stood there quietly, bearing the wash of chaotic qi, waiting for the final transformation to be completed.

Gradually, the chaotic qi became lighter and lighter, while his body became more and more shiny, and the chaotic qi in the sea of consciousness became more and more intense.

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In the end, Gu Ding trembled, and a blue light burst out and submerged into his sea of knowledge, turning into hundreds of ancient words.

The ancient words hang above the sea of his knowledge, like the true meaning of the avenue emerging, and like the manifestation of heaven and earth, mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful.

Mo Qian's mind turned sharply, quickly analyzing the meaning of the hundreds of ancient words, and finally his whole body trembled, and his eyes were dull.

"How can this be"

At this moment, Mo Qian seemed to have lost all his strength, and the whole person was fluttering, as if he would be paralyzed to the ground at any time.

Through the analysis of hundreds of ancient characters, he learned a message that made him almost despair.

In the cultivation world, after stepping into the realm of incarnation, monks will condense their true spirits.

Since the beginning of the spiritual realm, cultivation is not only to cultivate the physical body, but also to cultivate the true spirit, only the physical body and the true spirit can assist each other, in order to have stronger combat power.

The further along the path of cultivation, the more important the true spirit becomes to the monk, and when the cultivation reaches a certain level, as long as the true spirit is not destroyed, even if the physical body is completely destroyed, the physical body can still be reunited.

Sutian is vast, and among the major galaxies, there has never been a shortage of some special geniuses, and some geniuses are the same as Mo Qian, and there is a true spirit by birth.

And this innate true spirit, also known as a special spirit, is born with some special abilities, just like a person with a fire spirit, he is born close to the way of fire, and it is easy to control the method of fire warfare.

There are also those who have the spirit of nature, are naturally close to nature, and can go further than ordinary people on the way to the physiognomy master.

Whether it is the spirit of fire or the spirit of nature, these are 'blessed spirits' and can bring many benefits to people.

In the same way, there are not only special blessings in this world, but also special 'bad spirits', bad spirits that can bring disaster to people.

Mo Qian learned through those ancient characters that the true spirit he was carrying was not a blessed spirit or a bad spirit, but a forbidden spirit in between.

In the infinite galaxy, there are no fewer people with blessed spirits and bad spirits, but there are very few people with forbidden spirits, and at most two or three forbidden spirits can be born in an era.

The Forbidden Spirit, as the name suggests, is a forbidden being that can bring benefits to the monks, as well as endless troubles for the monks.

However, all forbidden spirits will have many obstacles in front of them, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate, and if they want to complete the cultivation of true spirits, they will have to put in hundreds or even thousands of times more effort than ordinary people.

However, some forbidden spirits are born with the shackles of fate, and they are not able to cultivate to perfection by hard work, and no matter how much they pay, it is still difficult to get rid of their fate.

Just like Mo Qian, he has the 'Spirit of Creation' in his body, and if he wants to cultivate to perfection, there is almost no hope.

He learned from the ancient characters that the spirit of creation is small, great, and even complete, and these three stages require the help of treasure medicines that are difficult to find in the world to cultivate.

If in ancient times, when the resources between heaven and earth were very abundant, there would be a glimmer of hope for the spirit of creation to cultivate to perfection.

It's just that in the current world, the resources of heaven and earth are becoming more and more scarce, and there is almost no hope to find the treasure medicine needed in the three stages, which is where he feels desperate.

"Spirit of creation, is this my fate?"

Mo Qian gathered his perception on Zhihai, staring at the true spirit sitting in the center of Zhihai, and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Around his true spirit, although the white horses from before were no longer there, they were covered with a gray divine chain, which was all transformed by order and locked his true spirit.

If he wanted to cultivate the Spirit of Creation to a small level, he would have to use rare elixirs to break those gray divine chains in order to break through smoothly.

If his cultivation reaches a certain level, but the spirit of creation is still not yet small, then he will face a great disaster, or even die.

Possessing the spirit of creation, this is equivalent to cutting off his path of cultivation and cutting off his hope of reaching the peak.

Mo Qian stood there, thinking of his master, his parents, and his friends.

These people have high hopes for themselves, and they cannot bow their heads to suffering, and they cannot be disappointed by suffering.

"If this is fate, then I will break it. ”

Suddenly, Mo Qian raised his head, his eyes became resolute, and he vowed to move forward and break the shackles of fate.

Even if the road ahead is difficult, he still has to find a glimmer of hope, and as long as there is hope, he will not give up.

He believes that as long as his steps do not stop, he can step on a smooth road.

Thinking of this, Mo Qian suddenly laughed, and his smile was very sunny.

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Mo Qian calmed down and shifted his gaze to Gu Ding.

From the hundreds of ancient characters, he not only learned about his own specialness, but also learned about the extraordinaryness of Gu Ding.

It is recorded in the hundreds of ancient characters that this ancient tripod is called the Creation Ding, which has a great relationship with the spirit of creation.

From those hundreds of ancient characters, he also mastered the use of the ancient tripod and knew how to open the space inside the tripod.

A few days ago, he and Mengli guessed that this ancient tripod would have a space inside the tripod, but they didn't know how to open it.

Now, having mastered the method of opening the space in Ding, his heart is also full of expectations.

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Mo Qian pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and shot out a blue light that submerged into the Gu Ding, causing the Gu Ding to suddenly make a buzzing sound, and finally emitted a hazy light.

Around the ancient ding, those engraved plants, trees, mountains and rivers seem to be alive, constantly changing.

Mo Qian looked at the Gu Ding above, his hands kept forming the law seal, and finally the whole person turned into a blue light and disappeared into the Gu Ding.

"This"

After he entered the space inside the ding, he couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the scene in front of him.

Originally, he thought that the space inside the tripod would be a perfect little world, just like the pattern engraved on the tripod body, with grass, trees, mountains and rivers everywhere.

It's just that the scene in front of me is completely unexpected and unbelievable.

The vast space inside the ding, boundless, gray, and everywhere was shrouded in a rich chaotic qi.

At this time, Mo Qian felt that he had returned to the vast chaos, and when the world was not opened, the desolate and distant atmosphere permeated the four directions.

Gray, heaven and earth, really like boundless chaos.

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Collecting land, a crow came from the sound of a crow, accompanied by a sense of sadness in his heart.

Mo Qian walked along the source of the sound, passed through the layers of chaotic qi, walked for half an hour, and finally saw an oval bird's nest.

The bird's nest is made of golden silk, and it is placed on the top of a treasure medicine that looks like bamboo but not bamboo, exuding a faint golden glow.

Through the gap in the nest, you can see a giant egg placed in the nest, and it is constantly making a crying sound.

"It's an ancestral crow"

That was the ancestral crow's nest that Mo Qian had always wanted to explore when he was a child, but he never thought that it would be put into the space in the ding by his master.

He didn't take down the giant egg in the nest, but just stood by and watched, slightly distracted.

He knew that since the master had let the ancestral crow follow him, he must have a purpose.

It's just that the time has not yet come, the ancestral crow is still nourished by the treasure medicine, and when the essence of the treasure medicine is exhausted, the ancestral crow will naturally be able to be born.

At that time, once the ancestral crow is born, it will be of great help to itself, and it will help you walk more smoothly on the path of cultivation.

He is no longer the original child, and in the past ten years, he has also mastered a lot of information related to the ancestral crow, although he does not fully understand the ancestral crow.

But he also knew very well that the ancestral crow, like Qingpeng, had made an immortal name in heaven and earth, and the name of the ancestral crow was even louder than Qingpeng.

And the ancestral crow around him, once he grows up, will not insult his ancestral prestige, and he also has the hope of becoming a taboo-like existence.

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After Mo Qian came here, the crow's cry became louder and louder, as if an anxious mood permeated the air.

The ancestral crow is very extraordinary, and before it is really born, it has the ultimate wisdom and can perceive the existence of Moqian.

Although he had not met the little crow in a proper manner, he would often crawl into the crow's nest and 'communicate' with it.

In the past ten years, it can be said that a deep friendship has been established between him and Zu Crow, and they have long become old acquaintances.

"Little Crow, you stay here with peace of mind, and when you are born, I will take you out to explore the rivers and lakes."

Mo Qian calmed down a few words, which made the ancestral crow stop crying and completely quieted down.

He took one last look at the giant egg, and his hands quickly formed a magic seal, and finally the whole person turned into a blue light and left the space inside the ding.

"It's time to figure out how to get out. ”

Mo Qian stood at the bottom of the tower, looking at the walls of the bronze tower in all directions, and began to look for a way out.

Although, since ancient times, people who enter the Ukiyo-e have never gone out, he still feels that there will always be a way out.

In his mind, although the laws and regulations of Taicang Yuan are strict, it is impossible to lose humanity, and it will not leave even a glimmer of life for his protégé.

Sure enough, after walking half a circle at the bottom of the tower, he finally found a staircase.

He looked at the stairs in front of him, and did not step forward for the time being, but stopped in place to think.

The stairs in front of Mo Qian were covered with layers of thick fog, misty, making it impossible to see the road ahead.

It was the thick fog in front of him that made him stop and not rush forward.

In his mind, this ladder must not be simple, and there may be a big crisis.

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Mo Qian calmed down, and then his hands quickly sealed, accompanied by mysterious runes manifesting in the void.

At this moment, the essence in his body rolled and roared, turning into a vast force, and finally surging towards his right fist.

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Mo Qian punched the void, and the mysterious rune culture made a fist mark and blasted towards the stairs.

He wanted to use his fists to dispel the fog, and when he saw the way forward, he would step on the stairs.

It's just that this punch was punched, but it didn't disperse a trace of thick fog, and it was dissolved by an invisible force.

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