In the master bedroom of the main house of the small courtyard, a steady stream of spiritual energy gathered from all around, forming a vortex of spiritual energy invisible to the naked eye, hovering over the head of the barren road.

If there were monks passing through this place at this time, they would definitely be shocked, a monk who had cultivated in the Qi refining period could actually trigger an aura vortex of this scale?

Sitting in the center of the aura convergence, the pores of the whole body are dilated, the flesh is full, and the aura is frantically absorbed into the body.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth swept into the body, flowing along the meridians and blood for thirty-six Great Zhou Heavens, turning into a trickle of spiritual power as thin as a hair, and converging into the dantian.

The aura is like water, the meridians are the way, the dantian is like the river, the river becomes the river, the river is the sea area, and the avenue can be expected.

At this time, in the barren dantian, there was a fog, and the spiritual power was floating and rising like a mist, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I don't know how long it took, the spiritual power mist in the dantian suddenly churned violently, like hot water boiling, and exploded violently.

After the tea effort, the exploding spiritual power mist slowly condensed again, and it seemed to be more condensed.

"Whew!" the absurd Daoist exhaled a breath of turbidity and slowly retracted his efforts.

"I have finally been promoted to the fourth order of the Gathering Spirit Realm, and if I continue at this pace, it will take less than a year to enter the Guiyuan Realm, and at most half a year!"

The corners of Huang Wudao's mouth were slightly upturned, and there was some secret joy in his heart.

Although he is cultivating again, his current cultivation is only recovering his pre-rebirth realm cultivation.

But the improvement of cultivation is a thing to be happy about in itself, isn't it?

I have to say that the "Nine Turning Heavenly Demon Technique" is really an anti-heaven exercise, and there is almost no bottleneck in cultivation before condensing the golden pill.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the desolate Dao to reach the peak of the Returning Yuan Realm in just three years under such thin aura conditions on the earth.

You must know that most ordinary monks will not be able to build a foundation in their lifetime, and even those lucky ones who can build a foundation will take at least a few decades.

Even the monks who took hundreds of years to build a successful foundation at the end of their longevity are still very many.

However, these have nothing to do with the absurdity, everyone has their own fate, and cultivation is even more incomparable.

"It's not a matter of such a hard penance, it seems that after you reach the Guiyuan Realm, you have to go out and take a look and get some heavenly treasures!"

In this heaven and earth, the aura is so strong, it can't be said that there are a lot of good things.

"I don't know if I can find the secret about you here, since you brought me into this world, there is always a reason, right?"

Huang Wudao rubbed the bronze ring on his finger, his eyes stared, stunned.

When he was still in infancy, he became an orphan, and then was adopted by the master, and this ring was the master's recognition gift to him, and he recognized the master with his blood, and carried it with him to this day.

It is said that this ring is the treasure of the master's sect, but it has been passed down to the hands of the master of the barren and undao, and no one in the past generations of the sect has been able to recognize it.

Since the establishment of the entire sect, Huang Wudao was the first person who could recognize the ring as the owner, which made his master very pleased, and he always boasted that he had confiscated the wrong apprentice.

Thinking that the only master who could be regarded as a relative in his past life and this life had been seated, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

He groaned for a long time, then sighed softly, closed his eyes, and sank his mind into the ring.

With a momentary feeling of weightlessness, when he opened his eyes again, he was already in another place.

This is the space in the ring, and unlike other ordinary storage magic weapons, he has completely entered it in his own body, not just using his spiritual sense to peep.

This alone is enough to be called a treasure, not to mention that the real disadvantages of this Sumeru Qiankun medium do not stop there.

What it really goes against the heavens is that, relative to the outside world, as long as you cultivate in this medium space, the flow of time will be slowed down, and it will reach a terrifying level of one to fifty.

In other words, after cultivating inside for fifty years, only one year has passed outside, and this situation ignores Shouyuan.

No matter how long he has been cultivating in the media space, the passage of Shou Yuan is only calculated according to the outside world, which is also the feat that the original Desolate Dao could use more than 20 years to complete the feat of condensing nine golden pills for thousands of years.

But everything has advantages and disadvantages, there is no aura in the space in this medium, and at the same time, after people come in, they can no longer absorb the aura of the outside world, and can only cultivate by carrying spirit stones or heavenly treasures from the outside world.

Therefore, in his previous life, he would create a company to make money, and then use the money to loot the few remaining heavenly treasures on the earth to help him cultivate.

By the way, the usable area of the entire media space is only a little more than a hundred square meters, and the rest of the area is a gray fog.

This fog is very strange, not only can the naked eye not see the situation inside, but even the divine consciousness cannot penetrate it.

Moreover, this fog seems to be very strongly forbidden, and once a person gets close, he will inevitably bounce back and cannot step into it.

In fact, the space in this Qiankun ring is only two square sizes at the beginning, and it will be enough for one person to lie in it.

But after the unremitting efforts of the wilderness, it was finally expanded to the area it is today.

As for the time flow rate of this ratio to fifty, it has not changed from beginning to end, and I don't know if it is because it can't be improved in the first place, or if the strength of the absurdity is not enough.

In general, from the point of view of the wilderness himself, there is still a lot of room for improvement in this Qiankun ring, and there must be other functions that have not been discovered by himself, and it is definitely not an ordinary treasure.

Just being able to protect one's soul and pass through the rift of time and space unharmed is not comparable to the ordinary magic weapons in the cultivation realm.

If the protagonists in those novels have any golden fingers, then their own golden fingers are probably this Qiankun ring, right?

Aramada froze and put these thoughts behind him for the time being, and then he subconsciously glanced around.

It's been more than half a month since he came to this world, and he's been busy with his cultivation, so he didn't have time to check if the things in the medium space were lost when he crossed over.

But he didn't know if he didn't see it, he was startled when he saw it, he didn't pay attention at first, and now he found that the whole space was in a mess.

The area of more than 100 square meters is full of miscellaneous items, basically some books and electronic products, as well as a large number of daily necessities, and even a limited edition sports car.

When he was on Earth, in order to save trouble, he stuffed all the things he often used into the media space to facilitate access at any time.

But these things don't seem to be needed now, and he began to sort them out with a helpless face.

After more than half an hour of busy work, Huang Wudao finally sorted out these sundries, and the whole space suddenly became neat and orderly, and it seemed much empty.

If any of these things can come in handy, it is probably the pile of gold bars in the corner, and a flying sword that can barely be regarded as a magic weapon.

Huang Wudao felt that as a monk, he was really poor, the kind that was so poor that he didn't even have a decent magic weapon.

"Money is a good thing, but now it's just a blank slate!" said Akino, picking up a stack of dollars from the piles of bills that had formed a wall.

This pile of banknotes is full of dollars, a whole 100 million, as the universal currency on the earth, it can be used when he goes to various countries in the world to collect heaven and earth.

Therefore, it is more convenient to carry these cash with you, but in this world, it is naturally equivalent to waste paper, and it is too till to use it to wipe your buttocks.

Before leaving the space, the desolate ones took one last look back and left the medium space.

From now on, he will take root in this world with a new identity, and the past represented by these things will be the secret he has buried deep in his heart and enjoys exclusively.