Since there is no way to leave this formation, and since his current strength has reached the peak state and it is difficult to advance an inch, trying to impact the soul return realm seems to be the only thing he can do now.

He knew very well that if this formation was not unraveled on his own initiative, with his current strength, it would be impossible to leave at all. Perhaps, after entering the soul realm, the certainty of leaving here will be greater.

It's just that he doesn't have any confidence in whether he can successfully advance, and in his own estimates, success or failure is half and half. That didn't stop him from trying it, though. With the existence of that Yuan Qi Spirit in the body, even if it fails to advance, it shouldn't be a big deal.

Before you know it, three days have passed in a flash. During these three days, the dialect sat quietly in place, without any movement.

"Hoo ......"

Suddenly, a sound similar to the blowing of a strong wind rang out, and immediately after, the rich vitality visible to the naked eye slowly flowed.

At this time, Fang Yan's brows jumped unconsciously, and he didn't know if he was in some trouble.

"Whew!"

Almost at the same time, the speed of the flow of the surrounding vitality suddenly accelerated, and if you looked closely, the direction of these vitality surges was the location of the dialect.

"Boom!"

It only took a few breaths, and the vitality that had only flowed around him suddenly seemed to have received some order, and with a bang, it surged towards Fang Yan's body like a flood.

Suddenly, the dialect was shining brightly, dazzling. Completely swallowing his figure in it, it is not real again.

"Hmm......"

A muffled snort came from the dialect's throat. And with the sound of this muffled hum, the original bright light suddenly dimmed, revealing his true face.

However, compared with a quarter of an hour ago, the dialect at this time seemed to be like two people. At this time, his brows were tightly locked, his face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down his cheeks, as if he was suffering great pain.

It didn't take long for his body to slowly tremble. But it only took two breaths before his head jerked back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out like a drizzle.

"Poof......

Dots of red blood spilled on the weeds on the ground, dazzling.

After Fang Yan spat out this mouthful of blood, his body shook violently, but in the end, he stabilized himself and did not fall.

The wind and rain gradually stopped, and with the spit out of this mouthful of blood, his figure finally calmed down, and his frowning brows slowly stretched.

However, the beads of sweat on his face and his pale complexion have not changed much compared to before.

After more than half an hour, Fang Yan suddenly coughed lightly and slowly opened his eyes. For some reason, in his eyes, there was a tiredness that could not be concealed. It looked as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

"Ahem......"

As soon as his eyes opened, he coughed violently, and a sticky stream of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, quickly staining the clothes on his chest brightly and dazzlingly.

Looking down at the blood stains on the ground, the corners of Fang Yan's mouth flashed with an indescribable bitterness, and in this bitterness, there was also a hint of self-deprecation.

This time, the promotion failed!

Although this result was expected by him, when this result was really so cruel in front of his eyes, he was a little unacceptable for a while.

With a long exhale, Fang Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, then slowly closed his eyes again.

Because of the failure to advance, the majestic vitality that poured into his body had no time to be transformed into his own use, so these domineering vitality caused great trauma in his body. If it weren't for the existence of the Vitality Spirit, it would be impossible for these wounds to recover without three or five years.

However, it was precisely because of the existence of the Spirit of Vitality that he dared to take a risk. Otherwise, even if he lent him a few guts, he wouldn't dare to try it when he was only fifty percent sure.

After all, he also knows that if he fails to advance, it will cause great harm to himself, and I don't know how many people will lose the opportunity to advance forever because of a failure to advance and leave an injury in their bodies that is difficult to recover.

Half an hour later, Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes. At this time, his face was obviously much better than before.

Standing up slowly, Fang Yan stretched his hands and feet, carefully examined it, and after making sure that there was no major problem in his body, he breathed a sigh of relief.

His injury this time was the worst he had ever suffered. Although there was a spirit of vitality, the vitality that poured into his body was too strong, destroying the tendons and veins in his body to a mess. Rao is the spirit of vitality, and it took more than half an hour to repair it.

"The soul returns, it's really not so easy to enter." Fang Yan sighed with great feeling, and his expression was extremely complicated.

No wonder there are so many people trapped in the Soul Condensation Realm forever, and they have never been able to step into the level of the Soul Realm. This time, he finally experienced it for himself.

Smiling bitterly, he took a deep breath and slowly sat down in place, urging the transparent blade to fly into the distance.

"Chok—"

With a snort, the blade stopped in mid-air.

Fang Yanwan smiled and shook his head, his face did not show any surprise, and with a thought, the blade flew back and stopped in front of him, quietly suspended in mid-air.

Sitting in place with nothing to do, he felt unaccustomed to dialect, now his strength has reached the peak of the Soul Condensing Realm, before he enters the next realm, no matter how much he cultivates, it will be useless, and there is no possibility of improving his strength.

Since this is the case, he naturally won't go to cultivation anymore.

It's just that he was trapped in this formation, and he didn't seem to have anything else to do except cultivate.

Somewhat bored, he looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the hot spring behind him.

Stunned by the streak of hot air coming out of the hot spring, he didn't move for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Huh?" After a while, his eyes shrank slightly, as if he sensed something, his expression changed slightly, he stood up from the ground suddenly, and walked quickly to the edge of the hot spring.

"It's strange, the vitality of these four weeks seems to come from here." Fang Yan felt it all around, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The rich vitality around is really emanating from this hot spring.