Fifty-six years of hard work, once the sword out of the immortal road.

It seemed that the immortal gate cave was opened, and countless spiritual energy swarmed, forming thousands of miles of glow, washing Jiang He's body.

His skin turned from shriveled back to full, and the twilight faded from him, except for the long gray hair and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, telling of the past.

His momentum is rising.

First-order, third-order, fifth-order ......

The speed of growth is enough to make anyone jaw-dropping.

On the nearby mountains, the Sect Master of Wentian was attracted by the vision of the glow and looked at it from afar.

But seeing that in Tianwen City, there seemed to be a peerless fairy sword, slowly unsheathed, blooming with brilliance, making it involuntarily close its eyes, afraid of burning its eyes.

His mind was shaken, and an unbelievable thought arose.

"In Tianwen City, someone is feathering and ascending to the immortal?"

It's not just the Heavenly Sect.

Thousands of miles of glow came from the ends of the earth, sweeping across the sky, and even mortals could see this vision clearly, let alone the immortal sects in various places.

Qingcheng Daoren, Wuyue Zhenxiu, Jishi Yin God, Tiannan Sect Master......

One by one, the Mahayana monks looked at the glow, as if they saw the long sword unsheathed, knocking on the immortal gate, and were shocked.

They involuntarily got up, soared through the clouds, and walked away with the glow, wanting to pursue the truth.

Tianwen inside the city.

The old man sat across from him, closer than anyone else.

He has been in charge of dreams and observing Jiang He for fifty-six years, and he knows everything better than anyone else.

That's why.

He shook him more than anyone else.

"Even Mahayana monks, once they are completely immersed in their dreams, will forget the things of the past, and before they wake up, they will become a mortal."

"Even if you embark on the path of cultivation again, there is no past experience, which is equivalent to starting from scratch."

"Did he break this iron rule, awaken the method outside of dreams, and re-embark on the path of cultivation?"

Countless messages flow into the hearts of the elderly.

"No ......"

"His consciousness is still asleep, his memory is drowning in the depths of dreams, and only his heart has manifested as a human being, walking in the world......"

"What's more, even if he awakens a method other than the dream realm, it is impossible for him to hide my perception and practice secretly."

The old man suddenly realized.

Jiang He did not awaken the memories of the past, nor did he bring them into the Dharma.

Fifty-six years after asking, his brilliant Dao heart was not only not contaminated with a little dust, but went through some tempering and completely bloomed with brilliance-

It's like a fairy god in a dream, and he will not be slaughtered by others, but will become the master of dreams.

This enlightened Dao heart, which is comparable to that of an immortal god, also dyes the dream realm with his color, making the dream realm surrender to his will, follow his thoughts, and evolve.

When he wants to forge his own path.

The road appeared before him.

That's all.

Even if the old man is the forger of the dream, he can't go against his will and forcibly reverse all this-

He could have done that, but the dream would also be fragmented and shattered on the spot.

"The way of dreams depends on will."

"He has the will of a fairy, and he thinks that this place is real, and dreams surrender to him and follow his true ......"

The old man looked at Jiang He with a complicated expression.

He is the creator, the master, and the master of dreams.

At the same time, it is also the dream itself.

Now his last wisp of fantasy dreams has followed Jiang He's will.

"In the depths of my heart, do you admire his Dao heart so much and want to pursue his will......

"yes......"

"If I had such a Dao heart back then, I wouldn't have drowned in a dream......

With a long sigh, the old man dissipated like smoke and dust.

……

To ordinary people, the glow of thousands of miles is just a strange celestial phenomenon.

The immortal cultivators could feel the amazing sword intent contained in it, and when they looked at it from a distance, they were intimidated by the blade, and it was difficult to get close.

Even the Sect Master of Wentian, as a Mahayana immortal cultivator, stopped outside Tianwen City and did not dare to enter.

It wasn't until half a day later, when the glow had dissipated, that he tried to enter the city to find the source of the vision.

However, when he came to the teahouse in the center of the "storm", he only saw some ordinary tea customers, and did not see the imaginary fairy dust people.

Just as the Sect Master of Asking Heaven was confused, a breath flew from outside the city, turning into a red-robed Daoist.

"Blood River Demon ......"

The Heavenly Sect Master's eyes lit up.

This red-robed Taoist cultivates the method of blood refining, which can rely on the blood and qi of living beings, nourish his own bloodline, improve the qualification of roots and bones, etc., which contains many effects.

He slaughtered all the people in this way, forming a rolling river of blood, and based on this, he established the Blood River Sect, which made many enemies.

Such a ferocious demon appeared here, and the Sect Master of Heaven was ready to fight.

However, the red-robed Taoist waved his hand.

"The deity has no intention of being an enemy of the Heavenly Sect, but is just chasing the ......glow of the sun."

"Ask the Heavenly Sect Master, can you know the truth about that glow?"

Hearing the words of the red-robed Daoist, the Heavenly Sect Master was a little relieved.

He is not sure that he will take down this demon, and it would be better if he could keep the well water from the river.

"When the glow appeared, I was in retreat, and I didn't dare to enter the city until the glow dissipated, no more than you know."

"Oh?"

The red-robed Daoist narrowed his eyes, not believing the answer of the Heavenly Sect Master.

"This city is at the foot of the Heavenly Sect, something happened, how could you not know?"

"Could it be that the glow is really a fairy sword, you are close to the water, put it away first, and want to swallow the immortal treasure alone?"

The Sect Master's gaze grew cold.

"The devil is the devil, this sect master is kind enough to say it to you, but you are spewing blood."

"Don't say that there is no immortal treasure at all......

"Even if there is really an immortal treasure born, since it is also a thing of this sect in the city on this day, how can you covet it?"

The red-robed Taoist only listened to the second half, and his eyes lit up.

"Okay, there's a baby!"

“……”

The Heavenly Sect Master was speechless for a moment.

Is there something wrong with this demon's mind?

However, before he could get angry, a voice was heard in the distance.

As the smoke gathered, the gray-robed man stood beside the two.

"Immortal treasure in the world? Can you give me a look? ”

The appearance of the gray-robed man was just the beginning.

One after another, the aura flew from the sky and landed in Tianwen City.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoists, why don't you sit down and talk slowly?"

"Amitabha, this treasure is shining, maybe it has something to do with my Buddha."

“……”

I saw a dragon and a Mahayana monk who saw the head and tail arrived at Tianwen City.

The Sect Master's forehead began to sweat.

It's broken.

Whether it is the Blood River Demon, or the True Monarch of Taoism, or the Buddhist monk.

The paths chosen may be different, but the end goal is quite the same.

Become an immortal and become a Buddha, free and detached.

Because of this, they were all attracted by the thousands of miles of glow, and hurried to Tianwen City, wanting to know the truth-

If someone really crosses the gate of heaven and ascends to immortality.

Just knowing about this matter was enough to make the hesitation in their hearts dissipate, strengthen their Dao hearts, and greatly increase the possibility of breaking through.

But if they can't see the imaginary immortals, their thinking will also change.

"Xiaguang is real, since there are no immortals, there is only one possibility left."

"Xianbao is born!"

"Damn, it's just that there are really fairy treasures, but there is nothing."

"These people can't believe me......"

"How can this be a good ......?"

The Sect Master of Heaven was angry and panicked in his heart.

Even if he is a Mahayana monk, he can't compete with so many monks in the same realm, but he can't come up with any immortal treasures.

At this time, there were more than ten Mahayana monks in Tianwen City.

Their verbal confrontation was just a collision of momentum, and when they spread out, the heavens and the earth changed, dark clouds were thick, and thunder roared.

As if sensing something wrong, a large number of birds flew in the city and flew towards the mountains and forests.

The horses in the city also became restless, slamming to and fro in the stables, their heads bleeding.

Passers-by were missing from the streets, and the tea customers had long since dispersed.

Only a table against the wall remained, and a dusty, gray-haired middle-aged man still sat still, as if he was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

However, the breath of the Mahayana monks clashed and was too close.

He seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, frowned slightly, and opened his eyes.

In an instant, the light of the sun lit up from his eyes, illuminating the dark clouds, illuminating the sky, and shining into the hearts of several Mahayana monks not far away.

The Sect Master of Asking Heaven once again faced the astonishing sword intent, and his breath stagnated.

"Damn! There are no fairy treasures at all! ”

"The immortals are sitting there!"

In fact, the glow lasted only for a very short time before it dissipated again.

The middle-aged man also regained his ordinary appearance - gray hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and dusty clothes, no different from those travelers who had wandered for many years.

Only in the eyes, there seems to be a river of stars flowing, extremely bright.

His gaze swept over several Mahayana monks, and instead of resting on their luxurious clothes, he was surprised that all the tea guests in the building had dispersed.

It was found that the tea in the cup was cold, and the old man was nowhere to be seen.

He took out the money and put it on the table, got up and left.

Seeing that this person was about to leave, under the gaze of several Mahayana monks, the Heavenly Sect Master stepped forward and spoke respectfully.

"Senior, wait a minute!"

"Hmm...... I? ”

The middle-aged man stopped, slightly confused.

The Sect Master of Heaven nodded quickly.

Although the middle-aged man in front of him was not the same as any strong man in his memory.

However, he knew very well that the person in front of him had probably broken through the Mahayana realm!

"That's right, dare to ask your seniors, have you already become an immortal?"

"Feather into an immortal?"

Jiang He shook his head and said to the richly dressed strange young man in front of him.

"You're mistaken, I'm not an immortal."

Not an immortal?

Sect Master Wentian immediately asked.

"Then what realm are you in now?"

“……”

Jiang He was silent for a while.

He really can't answer this question.

Not long ago, when he decided to forge his own path, his past experiences and experiences came to mind -

It is true that after losing his memory, no matter how much he comprehends and how high his state of mind is, he will not be able to create an incomparably perfect method at once without having in-depth contact with the practice.

However, here is the dream land.

When the path of dreams chooses to pursue him, it is like destiny, and all the methods contained in this world are dismantled and broken into pieces of information, integrated into his experience and state of mind.

As Lu Rong said.

He needed a way, and the road appeared.

He naturally embarked on this path, and the power of heaven and earth surged with it, and his strength continued to increase.

Now that he has digested this method, he has completely entered the path of cultivation, and his strength is undoubtedly worlds different from before.

But what exactly has been reached......

He didn't know.

After all, the only thing he can use as a reference is his own self during the period of inducing qi into the body.

"After the air is drawn into the body......"

"Probably Qi training?"

Jiang He guessed.

His understanding of the realm of cultivating immortals was limited to the number level of one, two, three, four, five, which was easy to understand.

Not much is known about the detailed terms formed according to the process of practice.

I only know that the qi is followed by the practice of qi...... Finally, there is Mahayana.

There seems to be some foundation in the middle.

He felt that he should have gotten a lot stronger, so he added.

"It's also possible to build a foundation."

“……”

You build the foundation of nm.

If you build a foundation, wouldn't I be a Mahayana monk who might as well practice qi?

Jiang He saw the expression of the young man in Chinese clothes, guessed his thoughts, and smiled.

"Looking at the way the Taoist friend is dressed, are you a monk of the Heavenly Sect?"

"I don't know what kind of realm I am now...... Can you ask for some advice? ”

With Jiang He's previous status, even if he visited various sects, it was impossible to meet Mahayana monks.

He didn't know the identity of the Heavenly Sect Master.

Sect Master Wentian didn't know his background either.

At this time, the Sect Master of Wentian looked at this strange middle-aged man, and only felt that he was in great trouble-

The strength of the other party is unknown, the temperament is unknown, in case of turning the face, there will be more than luck.

He turned around, but found that the Mahayana monks such as the Blood River Demon had left at some point, and there was no way to get out of the pot again.

I could only reluctantly agree.

"Senpai, please."

……

Ask Tianzong.

After three days of discussion, the Sect Master of Heaven was relieved,

He found that this immortal cultivator named Jiang He did not cross the immortal ladder and become an immortal as he imagined.

is still a mortal man.

Of course, this is just talking about the realm.

In terms of strength, Jiang He is incredibly strong.

When the glow lit up, the ultimate sword qi gushed out, and the Sect Master of Heaven had tried all the methods, but there was no way to resist it.

I could only watch as the light of the sun shattered his body's protective qi, and death was close at hand.

Thankfully, it stopped.

Sect Master Wentian finally couldn't help but ask.

"Jiang Daoyou, what kind of method is this glow, how can it be so powerful?"

"True immortals are nothing more than that, right?"

"This is the light of my heart that protects my Dao."

Jiang He spread out his hand, and the glow fell on the palm of his hand, like a sword and a stick, hazy and dreamy.

He spoke.

"I bothered for a few days, but the sect master answered patiently, and I was grateful."

"Although your sect only asks about heaven and earth, not about your own heart, and about the world...... But there are few evil deeds. ”

"I hope that after I leave, the sect master will be able to restrain the sect members."

"Since you have chosen to be an outsider and be alone, then you will completely retreat to the mountains and forests, and don't ask Hongchen again."

Jiang He suddenly said this kind of thing, and the Heavenly Sect Master didn't take it to heart, he asked curiously.

"Where is Jiang Daoyou going?"

The glow dissipated, and the figure vanished.

In the ears of the Heavenly Sect Master, there was only a few voices left.

"Fifty-six years of wandering, now open up the road ......"

"Naturally, it's to practice it."

(End of chapter)