The path is the foundation of practice.

This "way" is not the way of the Daomen, but the way of the Great Dao. Regardless of whether it is a practitioner of Confucianism, the Art of War, or any other school, the first path of cultivation must be to manifest the Dao lineage.

In ancient times, the so-called cultivation seeds were those who were born with the Dao lineage manifesting themselves. But the human race does not set a lifetime by talent, and the Kaimai Pill is one of the ways to solve the cultivation qualifications.

Borrow the power of the elixir to manifest the human body's Dao veins. It can also give birth to the vitality of heaven and earth and nourish the body. Qi and blood feedback, thus giving birth to Dao Yuan and embarking on the path of cultivation.

Speaking of which, compared to Zuo Guanglie's tools that were destroyed by the explosion, the Kaimai Pill should not be considered precious.

But for this beggar in despair, this is the only key to unlocking the treasure of the human body.

The only death through the ages is difficult, and the fate is desperate to beg for the grace of heaven!

Now, the beggar has seized the key to his hope.

He was so religious.

He held the jade bottle with trembling hands, aimed his trembling lips at the mouth of the bottle, and fell down with his head up!

Next to it was a silent broken view, and in the distance was the corpse of a group of beggars, with broken flesh and bones on the side.

At this moment, the sunset is still shining, and the clouds are scattered in the sky. The corpses are in the wilderness, and the sick beggars swallow the pill.

The Open Pulse Pill rolled down the tip of his tongue, turned into a warm current down his throat, and then dispersed into the limbs.

The beggar closed his eyes slightly, and at this moment thousands of images circulated in his mind.

Work hard in the cold and summer, practice swords in spring and autumn.

Hunt down the thieves and fight the bandits.

In the end, he walked down from the West Mountain, where the bandits were gathered, with a single sword, and became a bloody man.

Only then did he get a Pulse Opening Pill.

How many years did it take him to get close to the otherworld?

He's doing his best, he's struggling all the time, how did he get here?

His mother died young, and his father, who later died of illness, almost exhausted the last vestige of the family.

He was alone, and he was his own support.

From the competition of thousands of miles to enter the Taoist Academy, in the fierce competition of the outer courtyard, I finally caught the key to the extraordinary for the first time.

But the Kaimai Pill was taken away by the person he trusted the most.

Poisoned, besieged.

He fought his way out to avoid the search and blended into the beggars.

I wanted to wait for the opportunity, but my body couldn't hold on.

He grew weaker and weaker, and finally could only lie hopelessly on a pile of straw, waiting for death.

He dragged his sick body and struggled out to search the battlefield, just because of a heart that would never give up, but he didn't expect to be able to pick up a Kaimai Pill!

An existence as strong as Zuo Guanglie, why he has a Pulse Opening Pill on his body, the reason for this has come to an end with his legend, and no one knows it anymore.

But the story of the beggar has thus continued a new chapter.

Fate is unpredictable, and nothing more than this.

The beggar turned his mind and felt the indescribable changes in his body.

He felt the warm power emanating from all corners of his body, "swimming" through his body in a way he couldn't understand, eventually converging towards his spine.

The process is slow and clear.

I don't know how long it took, but a weak force rose from the tail vertebrae, up and up along the ridge. It's like there's an earthworm swimming up the river in the middle of the river.

The process was difficult, but the warm power from all parts of the body continued to rely on it...... "little earthworm" finally swam through this long journey, through the ridgeline, and straight to the heavenly spirit!

A miracle happened.

It was as if he saw light in his body.

Warmth erupts from every corner of the limbs and flesh.

He no longer perceives cold, no longer feels weak, no longer feels pain.

The veins are present, and the vitality is nourished.

The beggar opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining.

He felt a lot of power in his body, and he finally took control of his fate once again!

His Dao vein has been revealed, and although the Dao Vein True Spirit is only a lowly little earthworm, it also means that he can officially step into the transcendent path.

Flying away from the sky, in and out of the green underworld, it is no longer an unattainable dream!

One day, the ram white, Mo Jingyu, and even Zuo Guanglie and Li Yi...... These thunderous big shots, what they can do, he can too!

......

The beggar stood up and stared at the pile of minced meat at his feet.

Life gazes at death, and the opening connection ends.

He buried Zuo Guanglie and the beggars outside the ruiguan. Rao is Dao veins are beginning to show his energy, and he is not busy until the middle of the moon.

This is a trivial thing that may not be useful, but it is a truth he practiced.

The beggars, though they chose to abandon him when danger came, did not abandon him in the wilderness in the dying days before him. Although he couldn't ask for medical advice, he at least gave him a few sips of water to drink.

With these, if you can, you should also put them into the ground. If you don't suffer in this life, you will still be helpless in the next life.

It is believed that only by entering the earth can we be safe. In the vastness and compassion of the earth, the souls of the dead can rest in peace.

Finally, the beggar stood in front of Zuo Guanglie's grave.

"The person who buried you is not a nameless person, Fenglin City, Qinghe County, Zhuangguo ......" The beggar stood in front of the small grave in the moonlight, his body was dirty, and his hands were dirty, but he straightened his back and said his name very calmly: "Jiang Wang." ”

The tiger is not written, but has the air of eating cattle.

"You didn't die in a nameless place, this place is called True Vision. Although the plaque is illegible and the name is unknown, it will be known to the world because of you!"

After saying these words, Jiang Wang bent down and bowed seriously: "May you have a spirit in heaven and can rest in peace." ”

This bow is not only because of the Kaimai Pill left by Zuo Guanglie, but also because of the compassion, openness and courage he showed.

Characters like Zuo Guanglie deserve any respect.

Tonight is the full moon, and the bright moon shines on the new grave.

There was a breeze blowing.

Jiang Wang saw that a little silver light floated out of the tomb of Zuo Guanglie, slowly rising in the moonlight, converging into a small, silver crescent. It floated above the new tomb, and where Jiang Wang could reach it, it looked mysterious and noble.

"It's ......"

Jiang Wangfu to the soul.

He reached out and grabbed the silver crescent.

It's dark.

In the almost endless darkness, a gentle voice sounded. This voice seems to contain the truth of heaven and earth, the mystery of the avenue, and it makes people's hearts clear when they hear it.

"Welcome to the Lord of the Blessed Land of the Cave True Ruins!"

In the next moment, a little light appeared, and countless points of light appeared.

Countless lights obscured his vision, and when Jiang Wang regained his vision again, he saw that in the vast darkness in front of him, there was a bright galaxy surging!

And in front of the galaxy, there was a teenager hanging over.

This person's eyes were clear, his nose was high and straight, and his expression was so gentle that it didn't seem to be any aggressive, only the slightly pursed lips showed a hint of stubbornness. There was no decoration on his body except for a Taoist robe of unknown material.

Jiang Wang was stunned.

Because this teenager is himself. Although the clothes are different, and they are much cleaner and fresher than his own current situation, how could he admit himself?

And he is "looking" at himself in a non-visual sense from a perspective that he cannot yet comprehend.

"Dogen feedback is insufficient, and the stage is sealed in nineteen layers. ”

That gentle voice rang out again in the starry sky.

"The eighteenth layer of the stage is sealed. ”

......

"The second layer of the stage is sealed. ”

Every time this sentence appeared, the galaxy in front of him dimmed a little.

Jiang Wang tried to make sense of what he had observed, and then he heard:

"The Three Grades Theory Sword Seal. ”

"The Four Grades Theory Sword Seal. ”

As before, it continues until the "Eight Grades on the Sword Seal." "I stopped.

Jiang Wang didn't understand the meaning of this, but he thought it had something to do with his low strength. The so-called "Lord of the Blessed Land of Dongzhen Ruins" should be Zuo Guanglie and not him.

At the same time, he observed a line of text floating in his line of sight that he had never seen before.

This script was completely different from the Zhuang Guo script he had studied, and it was extremely unfamiliar to him, but he clearly perceived the meaning of these words.

"Work: 1850 points. ”

Jiang Wangzheng was pondering, and the self he "saw" suddenly took a step forward and became one with him.

This process was so short that it could almost be omitted, and Jiang Wang moved his hands and feet, all of which were unsatisfactory. In this mysterious world, he finally has some kind of entity.

And in the next moment, the stars in the vast void suddenly churned, and a whole brilliant galaxy surged towards him!

He was drowned in the galaxy.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning, and when Jiang Wang came back to his senses, he had already appeared in a fairy-like space, and many messages flowed through his mind at the same time.

This is the world of the Illusory Realm, and the blessed land of the cave ruins where he is located is wrapped in this world.

The silver crescent he grabbed was called the Void Key, and it was the key to entering here. It uses the power of the Taiyin Star to pull the host's spiritual consciousness into the Illusory Realm.

Everything is realistic here, except that it will not cause damage to the host's actual physical body, everything is no different from the real situation.

The stage is the place where the exercises and Taoism are deduced, and the consumption required for deduction is "gong".

The Sword Discussion Platform is dedicated to shuttling through the Illusory Realm and competing with other cultivators.

The generation of "merit" mostly comes from the battle, and the battle at the same level, the victory will increase the merit, and the defeat will deduct the merit. There is a corresponding bonus for overstepping challenges.

There are a few other ways to do this. For example, the corresponding cave heaven blessed land will have "gong" output on a regular basis.

Among the seventy-two blessed lands, the lowest-ranked blessed land of the East China Sea Mountain produces 100 merits per month. And for each level of the next 36 blessed lands, the production will be increased by ten. For each level of the 36 blessed lands, one hundred more will be added to the productive work.

The blessed land of Dongzhen Ruins occupied by Zuo Guanglie ranked twenty-three, and could produce 1,850 merits per month.

This is Jiang Wang's current food.

Although the specific effect was not yet known, Jiang Wang had already heard his own intense heartbeat.

This place...... This place!

This splendid galaxy world seems to have a huge secret lurking.

Just the stage and the sword platform it shows unfolds a vast and turbulent world.

Speak in the blessed land, talk about the sword in the galaxy, how majestic!

And before today, Jiang Wang hadn't even heard of its name.

His mind was agitated for a while, until he cast his eyes on a sundial phantom and saw this line of text:

The master of the blessed land, after fifteen days, will accept the challenge of the lord of the twenty-four green jade altars of the blessed land.

Failure will be degraded.

The five words are as black as ink, and the words are like a thousand words.