Year by year growth, year by year progress, he continues to learn, continue to learn, is also a continuous harvest. The daily progress made him feel satisfied, and the daily practice made him extremely happy, and in the process of this pleasure and satisfaction, he seemed to have a lot and at the same time lost a lot. He felt a little lost from time to time, because he couldn't remember who he was, Tang Yi Xun Zhixun seemed to be both, and it didn't seem to be either. There are two completely different memories in his mind, and with the passage of time, both memories slowly become blurred, and his own consciousness is assimilated, but he gradually ignores these, and all he values now is the Great Dao, just immortality......

Gradually, his cultivation became higher and higher, from the first level of anger to the first level of Qi cultivation, and finally to the ninth level of perfection. His cultivation progress had surpassed that of his companions around him, and the gap between those people and him was getting wider and wider.

Every time the middle-aged monk looked at him, there was always an indescribable relief in his eyes, and he took care of him even more, giving him all kinds of guidance. The resources in the island were unconditionally tilted towards him, and finally, in less than fifty years, he had broken through to the realm of foundation building! And those who had cultivated to the highest level were only those who had just entered the Qi cultivation perfection.

Since then, he seems to have become the sustenance of the middle-aged monk and the hope of all the people on the island. At this time, although he was not complacent and proud, he was indeed a little high-spirited.

More than a hundred years have passed, and he is in the late stage of breaking through the foundation. One day, I suddenly heard the news of the death of a sister in the family, and witnessed her corpse, without a trace of scars on her body, without a trace of pain on her face, and she seemed to walk very peacefully.

He was full of suspicions, this sister was only a hundred and ten years old, and she died so inexplicably, and all the elders kept it secret, and strictly forbade the children of the clan to discuss this topic, what is the reason for this?

The more this was the case, the more he wanted to seek the truth, so he went to ask the middle-aged monk. I didn't think I would know the answer easily, but the middle-aged monk told everything in an unusually calm tone.

It turned out that this was a curse, and if you don't cultivate it, the sooner you die! He followed the instructions of the middle-aged monk and did not inform others about it, just as the elders feared, if he did not have enough heart, he would only end up in panic and anxiety when he heard the news, and eventually he would block the path and bring about his own destruction!

Since then, he has been practicing even more frantically, absorbing selflessly, and it will not take long for him to reach the realm of foundation building, and most of his peers in the clan who practiced together have already died, and he has witnessed all this, but he can't do anything about it! He even wonders if he is too selfish, looking at his deceased relatives one by one, it is pain, but even more fear! And the fear in his heart is far greater than the sadness, he really feels the threat of death, he really doesn't want to die! He wants to live! He wants to live forever!

But cultivation is cultivation after all, and even if his talent is excellent, it is impossible for him to go straight to his feelings.

Soon, he encountered one of the biggest problems in his cultivation - Huandan. What two words that are out of reach! What two words that people yearn for! Although he has already built a perfect foundation, if he takes another step forward, he will be able to shed the mortal womb and become a true immortal, and he will be able to temporarily get rid of the threat of death and have a long lifespan!

It may seem like a step, but it's out of reach.

He was stagnant in building the foundation and was unable to make a breakthrough for a long time, and he became more and more anxious, and he could even clearly hear the footsteps of death, getting closer and closer! The more he longed, the more he couldn't get it, and the more he feared, the more he couldn't break through! His heart was in turmoil, although he was still the one who had the highest cultivation among his surviving peers, but he knew that he was useless! The fear of death completely disrupted his peaceful Dao heart, he hated himself, why did he want to know the truth?! He also hated the middle-aged monk, why did he tell himself the truth?! Although he knows that this hatred is unreasonable, and he knows that this hatred is meaningless, he just can't control himself, and he needs someone who can vent it, even if it's just in his heart.

One day, the middle-aged monk took him away from the island to a distant continent, and then asked him to return to the island on his own, but the middle-aged monk left alone, and from then on, he truly began to live a single and independent life. I don't know how many times he has encountered the realm of life and death, and after going through countless hardships, he finally returned to the island step by step with perseverance, perseverance, and ethereal luck!

During this period, he suddenly found that the difference between life and death was not as terrifying as he imagined, and when he really experienced the situation of near death, although he was more eager for life, he could see death more lightly. I don't know when he stopped thinking so much, and only one idea remained in his mind—cultivation!

Unconsciously, in this strange consciousness, his perception of the Great Dao became more and more profound, and the true meaning of his cultivation became more and more thorough, when all of this had reached an extreme, and his own true essence had also reached an extreme.

At this moment, or in a short moment, or in a few days, or a year, he suddenly realized that there was no barrier between him and this world, and he took that step naturally. Although it was the great momentum of the heavenly bell, there were not too many ups and downs in his heart, and when he felt the Great Dao Jindan that swirled in his body and was condensed by a lot of hard work, he did not have too much excitement or too much joy, because after returning the Dan, he deeply felt that all these achievements were not the end, but the starting point.

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I don't know how many years have passed, and the middle-aged monk who has brought himself into the path and has been carefully teaching himself seems to be unable to resist the erosion of the years, and in the middle of an ordinary night, with the bright stars and moon in the sky as always, he went away with the wind......

At that moment, he felt a heart-rending pain! This is an indescribable pain! So far, after seeing the parting of life and death, he thinks that he is rational enough and strong enough, but who knows that he still can't resist this heartbreaking pain.

This time, he was not crushed by this heartbroken negative emotion, but was even more distracted. Because he knew that the middle-aged monk had gone, and the last hope on the island was himself.

For the sake of the inheritance of the bloodline, he even found a wife and gave birth to offspring. But he didn't love that woman, even if she was so gentle and moving, but he was unwilling to be the last in the family.

With the bloodline, he disappeared a lot of burdens, but added a lot of burdens. But there is no doubt that the cultivation of the realm seems to be speeding up more and more, and pushing the Jin Dan cannot be too much of an obstacle for him.