Since ancient times, he has cultivated immortals and walked against the sky.

The wind and the rising sun, the slightly hot sun warms people's hearts, the boundless pouring down from the sky, shining on the boundless wilderness, the earth is in a thriving state, boundless ancient trees, small bridges and flowing water, incomparably fresh, and the aura is compelling.

In the square that projected bright spots of light cut by the branches and leaves, nearly a thousand figures sat quietly, including slightly young boys and girls, middle-aged men and women, and even people with mixed hair.

At this moment, they all closed their eyes very seriously, and their breathing between their noses showed a very rhythmic feeling, and with the breath of breathing, their bodies seemed to have a subtle light that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

The breeze blew quietly, and the clothes fluttered, but it was a little spectacular.

At the edge of these nearly a thousand figures, there is also a figure sitting quietly, this figure is also a teenager, fourteen or fifteen years old, with soft and slightly scattered black hair, the face is a little thin, and it still looks immature.

He clasped his hands together in front of him, his eyes closed, obviously entering some kind of cultivation state.

At this time, around this young man's body, there was a visible light blooming, and that light, a trace of light aura, was surging towards his body.

Some of the people around him suddenly opened their eyes quietly, looking at the light around the young man, they couldn't help but lick their mouths, and their faces showed some anticipation, and then the silence began to be broken by their whispers.

"Is it going to start again?" a teenager beside him whispered.

"Condensation!" The other boy also said in a low voice, his immature eyes fixed on the starlight beside the gray-clothed boy.

But just a moment later, the strand of aura that was free suddenly suddenly dispersed. Caused a sigh from all around.

"Condensation, is it really that difficult?

A sigh of disappointment came out softly, and Chu Tianxing's eyes were already a little scattered. Around him, the crowd shook their heads silently, withdrew their gaze, and returned to their respective cultivations.

Standing up, facing the boundless mountains beyond the square, his figure seemed to be thinner again.

Failed again, he couldn't remember how many times this was the first time the spirit gathering failed, no matter how tenacious he was, at this moment, he could no longer easily get rid of the boundless frustration and despair.

Looking at the boundless mountains in front of him, the warm and warm sunlight seemed to be unable to warm the young man's cold mood at this time, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he shook his head and looked at his hand, and murmured a little indistinctly: "Could it be that my qualifications are really so poor?"

Chu Tianxing clenched his fists tightly, the joints of his five fingers clicked in the mutual squeezing, and his nails had pierced deeply into his palms, but he didn't seem to feel pain at all.

Chu Tianxing is fifteen years old this year, but it has been ten years since he entered the Sword Lake Palace.

Jianhu Palace is one of the few huge immortal cultivation sects in Tianyue Kingdom, with tens of thousands of disciples, and Chu Tianxing is one of the countless outer disciples.

However, the outer sect is actually not a disciple of the Sword Lake Palace in the real sense, and only when he successfully gathers qi and becomes a spirit and steps into condensing qi can he be recognized by the sect.

The people in the square in front of him are all people who have not yet condensed, or they have come by themselves, or they have been sought by the people of Jianhu Palace.

But among these people, Chu Tianxing is the only one who has persisted for ten years.

In ten years, the senior brothers and disciples who entered at the same time as him have either already left, or have entered the fourfold and fivefold condensation, and several of them with outstanding qualifications have even entered the late stage of condensation, almost on the verge of building a foundation, but he is still outside the threshold of condensation, and in ten years, he still has not succeeded in condensing.

He was still a mortal.

Mortals, in this world, too many. In Tianyue alone, there are more than 10 billion people.

But the progress is so slow, but it is not that Chu Tianxing is not working hard enough, on the contrary, his efforts are second to none among the outer disciples, others practice the exercises once, he will practice three times, others meditate for one hour, he will be three hours, but such hard work, still has not received any reward, his cultivation, there is no growth, Chu Tianxing's heart is full of frustration.

In other words, he didn't cultivate at all.

Cultivating immortals is divided into Qi Condensation, Foundation Building, Ning Dan, Yuan Infant, and Transformation God, which is what Chu Tianxing knows now, but it is said that there is a higher realm on it, but that is just a rumor.

Each stage is further divided into 10 layers, the first to third layers are the early stage, the fourth to sixth layers are the middle stage, the seventh to ninth layers are the late stage, and the tenth layer is called Dzogchen, as long as you break through the bottleneck, you can move on to the next stage.

Although the immortal path is difficult, it is also gradual, from shallow to deep, such as the exercises in the condensation period, which are only the entry, the first reunion into the spirit, stepping into the realm of condensation, and isolating the door of the immortals. Good qualifications can be practiced in two months, and if the qualifications are a little worse, they can be done in one or two years, even the most stupid people can succeed in three or five years. If it doesn't succeed in three or five years, it has basically been determined that it has no chance with the Immortal Dao.

But Chu Tianxing had persisted for ten years, and although everyone had determined that his qualifications were not suitable for cultivating immortals, he was still unwilling to give up for ten years.

Qualifications, to a large extent, are determined by the spiritual roots.

Spiritual root is a name for the world of cultivating immortals, and there has been no exact description of what it refers to for tens of thousands of years, and theoretically speaking, only people with spiritual roots can cultivate immortals. And the spiritual root is also good and bad, the purer the spiritual root, the better the qualification.

Unfortunately, what he has is the lowest type of spiritual root recognized in the immortal cultivation world, the Five Elements Miscellaneous Spiritual Root, this kind of spiritual root, not to mention building a foundation, even if it can break through the lowest boundary between mortals and immortals, it may not be able to step in.

There is a saying that five spiritual roots are equal to no spiritual roots!

Originally, a person like him with the Five Elements Miscellaneous Spirit Root was basically no different from ordinary mortals, even if he wanted to embark on the path of cultivating immortals, no sect would be willing to include it, but Chu Tianxing's situation was more special, he was a child of a small Xiuzhen family in Tianyue Kingdom, and his father was the contemporary patriarch of the Chu family, although he knew that with his qualifications, he would not have much success at all on the path of cultivating immortals, but he still worked hard to send him here and become a member of the small sect of cultivating immortals in Jianhu Palace.

Ten years of cold and summer, Chu Tianxing's cultivation has never been slack, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, and he has paid much more sweat than others, but even so, he still has no progress. And because of these, he was named a waste by everyone, and in the face of endless ridicule and ridicule, he endured it strongly, and even moved his residence to this Chiba Lake on the edge of the Sword Lake Palace, in order to calm his mind and concentrate on cultivation.

But in the pursuit of immortal paths, qualifications are more important, and it is difficult to make up for them by hard work alone!

Just like the recent rush to the level, Chu Tianxing felt that he was obviously about to grasp the threshold of condensation, but these slight gaps were like a huge chasm, no matter how hard Chu Tianxing tried, he couldn't cross the past.

"Hehe, isn't this our Chu family's waste young master? Why, it's failed again. Chu Tiancheng, this younger brother of yours really gives you the face of the Chu family!"

And just when Chu Tianxing was immersed in that complicated mood, a slightly harsh voice suddenly came, and he raised his head calmly, only to see that more than a dozen figures suddenly walked slowly not far away, and the first person was a young man with a rude-faced face. Duan Feng, an inner disciple.

And beside him, a young man of the same age as Chu Tianxing was looking at Chu Tianxing with an angry face.

Chu Tianxing naturally knew this person, he was his cousin, the son of his fourth uncle, Chu Tiancheng.

"I really don't know what you're doing here with a dead face, are you going to lose my Chu family's face?" Listening to his friend's ridicule, Chu Tiancheng was obviously a little unbearable, and looked at Chu Tianxing with contempt.

And behind Duan Feng and Chu Tiancheng, one figure after another was looking at Chu Tianxing with a smile, they were all inner disciples who had successfully condensed their qi, and they deliberately followed the two of them around here, just to see Chu Tianxing, the biggest joke in the Sword Lake Palace.

"Chu Tiancheng, you can really bear it, if there was such a shameless waste in my clan, I would have slapped him to death a long time ago. Sometimes, I feel ashamed for you!" Duan Feng said with a smile on his face, his eyes were a little arrogant, and after saying a word, he glanced at Chu Tiancheng with some playfulness, raised his feet, left the square, and walked into the distance.

Chu Tiancheng glanced at Chu Tianxing with great hatred, and then followed.

"Even if I can never condense my qi, I am better than you, a dog-legged who can only wag his tail and beg for mercy!" But at the moment when Chu Tiancheng had just raised his steps, Chu Tianxing's clear scolding voice came.

Everyone looked at Chu Tianxing in some surprise, and on the young man's face, there was no unhappiness of being humiliated, but a tenacious stubbornness.

"Huh?" Duan Feng, who heard the voice, stopped, looked at the thin young man, a few traces of anger flashed in his eyes, but he immediately disappeared without a trace, and the fist in his hand tightened. "Very good, it's an unusual piece of waste. ”

And behind Duan Feng, Chu Tiancheng's face was still a little hideous, and he stretched out his index finger and pointed at Chu Tianxing from afar: "A waste is so rampant, you are a waste, and your father is also a waste, it's really amazing! Now, you have angered me, don't let me see you outside the sect, otherwise, I will kill you, even if your father is only a patriarch!"

"Huh. Chu Tianxing responded with some ignorance, as if he was fearless, but in the palms behind his back, the nails had already pierced the palms almost erosively, and the blood was dripping!