The astral boundary, rumored to be a realm that existed after ancient times, as for how it appeared, no one knows, only that in the astral boundary, the margin is endless, the vitality is extremely strong, and some places are filled with the power of the primordial gods.

Martial artists enter the Condensation Realm, condense the Yuan Shen, and achieve the unity of consciousness and Yuan Shen, you can freely enter the Star Boundary, as long as your physical body is settled, you can rely on the Yuan Shen's indefinite cultivation in the Star Boundary, until you break through the Divine Sea, the body and the Yuan Shen are one, and you no longer need to worry about the decay of the physical body.

"This place, how can it be similar to the astral world of Xiuzhen, the world of cultivation, what is the relationship between the two" After observing a little, Ding Yan found that the galaxy in front of him was very similar to the Xiuzhen world where he was located, but in the Xiuzhen world, if you want to cross the stars with your physical body, you must reach the realm of forgetfulness, that is, the holy realm of life and death.

Starry sky, infinite darkness!

Ding Yan soon discovered that in this starry sky, there was no existence of Yuan Force, no matter how he sensed it, the surroundings were empty, and only a pressure permeated the void, which existed forever.

Pressure?

Ding Yan was taken aback, and found that 'himself' now had no 'body' at all, only a wisp of consciousness, a wisp of thought, and a wisp of thought, floating in the endless starry sky.

Eastern Regions, Valley.

Airplanes!

A ruthless force spread out from the handsome young man, and feeling this aura, the five old men of the Condensation Realm couldn't help but change color.

"The little guy's strength is so strong, now I'm afraid it's just a little small!"

Fire Raven Venerable sighed.

The old man in black agreed, "It should be the Seven Heavens"

The breath returned, and the five old men breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, the intensity they sensed from this breath should have directly entered the early stage of condensation.

"At the beginning of the prosperous era, the last of the three holy sons of our Qingtian Holy Land has also entered the realm of condensation, presumably this martial arts tea party should be very exciting," the rickety old man said in a hoarse voice.

The old man with the gossip ribbon nodded, "The Ferris Sect has developed rapidly in recent years, and that Mo Tianqi is even more of a minority of the Sevenfold Heavens qualification. The first swordsman of the Ancient Sword Sect is also a Sevenfold Heaven qualification. Luoxia Sect also has a seven-heaven qualification, named Jiang Zhiwei. As long as there is a Life and Death Holy Realm in these three sects, it may be logical to be promoted to the Holy Land."

There are only nine high-ranking forces in the entire Shinto Continent, and they are all behemoths that have been inherited for 10,000 years.

"In the astral realm, not only my Shinto Continent has holy lands, why care about them, as long as the Holy Son grows up safely, with the qualifications of the Seven Heavens, it is not impossible to achieve the reincarnation overlord, maybe, there is still hope to win life and death"

During the discussion of several people, the valley changed, and countless vitality formed a whirlpool, all of which were absorbed by the handsome young man.

"Huh" exhaled, and the handsome young man opened his eyes, like a sharp sword, his gaze was cold and ruthless, and his silver-white hair naturally drifted down.

"Ling Shengzi, congratulations on condensing your true self and stepping into a new world on the road of martial arts" The martial arts primordial god entered the body, and the five old men stepped into the air.

"Thank you" Ling Wuya's face did not change at all, in the past half a year, his temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes, and it seems that he has truly entered ruthlessness.

The corners of the Fire Raven Venerable's mouth twitched, indifferent enough.

"Ling Shengzi, when will you enter the Star Boundary?" the old man with the gossip ribbon didn't care and asked.

"Back to the Holy Land"

Spit out three words, Ling Wuya slowly stood up, and without waiting for a few people to answer, he directly dodged and disappeared into the valley.

Fire Raven Venerable: ""

The rickety old man said hoarsely: "The ruthless way is worthy of its name"

A few people nodded, and the figure gradually disappeared.

Nine Heavens.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Ding Yan's consciousness floated in the endless starry sky, and he didn't know how long he stayed in this void world, it seemed like a month, and it seemed like half a year had passed.

During this period of time, Ding Yan tried many ways, but he couldn't 'fly' into the nebula, which was close in front of him, but he couldn't enter, this strange situation reminded Ding Yan of the legend that had been almost forgotten in the world of cultivation.

In the world of cultivation, there are rumors that in ancient times, a great power appeared in hell, forcibly crossed the Yellow Spring with his physical body, and performed a real immortal technique, reaching the end of the world and ascending to the immortal throne.

This man's name has disappeared in the long river of history, but his name is shocking to the past and the present.

Mud Bodhisattva!

"Could it be that there is an immortal art in this starry sky?!" Ding Yan was shocked by his own idea.

Immortal arts, above all supernatural powers, every kind of immortal arts, have earth-shattering and thorough power, since ancient times, every monk who has mastered immortal arts, is a peerless powerhouse that shocks the ancient and modern times, in this world is called divine arts, is a martial arts that can only be mastered by true gods.

Ding Yan, who used to be the overlord of the Tribulation, clearly knew how much it would help him to master a divine technique.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Ding Yan began to observe the trajectory of this immortal art, which is also a divine art, but he soon found that this kind of martial arts is not something he can learn, at least now he can't comprehend the mystery, after understanding this, Ding Yan felt very regretful.

The existence of divine arts, countless martial artists may not be able to encounter it once in their lives, Ding Yan has practiced for more than 10,000 years, and he has not seen it, but he has only heard of it.

It can be said that seeing divine art is a kind of chance, and it has nothing to do with cultivation.

Thinking of this, Ding Yan's consciousness fluctuated, and he directly 'sat down', his thoughts spread wirelessly, and he began to comprehend the mystery of this starry sky.

I don't know how long it has been, Ding Yan 'opened' his eyes, estimated it, and almost fifteen days have passed.

"It's a pity"

Fifteen days of understanding, Ding Yan still couldn't understand the mystery of the divine art, but in a hazy way, he saw a vague handprint, the handprint was vast and magnificent, and it seemed to exist forever.

After giving up speculation on divine arts, Ding Yan began to think about how to leave this starry sky.

"According to the information collected, after impacting the Nine Heavens until the consciousness is completely dissipated, it should automatically return to the physical body, why do I still have the mental consciousness to stay here?"

"Could it be that my soul is strong and my thinking and consciousness stay for a long time?"

"Or maybe the remnants of this starry sky have trapped me here"

Thoughts work, and hypothetical thoughts turn around.

Deep in the unnamed peaks, in the chambers.

Ding Yan's physical vitality gradually disappeared, a dead gray energy surrounded his body, his skin was dull, wrinkles appeared, and he began to age.

In the Purple Mansion, the sun rays of the evolution of the Yuan Shen Jin Dan are the same, the Xingchen Yuan Shen sits with his eyes closed, and the Feng Shen Bang is quietly suspended.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, Xingchen Yuanshen, who was sitting with his eyes closed, moved, his hands slowly rose, his ten fingers flipped over, every movement was clearly visible, and every distance seemed to be measured, no more, no less, touching Xuanmy.

With the ten-finger pinching seal, the purple mansion changed, and streams of silver-white energy appeared out of nowhere, some formed nebulae, some formed the Milky Way, as if evolving a deep starry sky.

As soon as the handprint stopped, one pointed to the sky and the other to the ground