Chapter 124 Circulation

Author: walking in the dark

Chapter 124 Circulation

There is a mist in the heart and soul, as if there are clouds floating and sinking. Being here is like being at the bottom of the sea.

But in this endless ocean of chaos, there is a small patch of light.

It was a purple bamboo that was radiating a faint light of pity.

That was the manifestation of He Qing's spiritual roots.

The reason why you can practice cultivation only if you have spiritual roots is because it can illuminate the mist in the soul and sense where the spiritual energy is.

He Qing manifested here, as if he turned into a lightning and traveled here.

The first step in building the foundation is to find the divine treasure first if you want to open it.

In this place, the only source of energy is your own spiritual roots.

The stronger the spiritual root, the easier it is to find.

He Qing now has a top-grade thunder spirit root, which is not bad at all.

He immediately wandered around.

This place seems to be endless, but also seems to be only within a small area.

In the haze, He woke up.

Opening your eyes, you see a colorful flowerbed in front of you, with many small flowers swaying in the wind.

He was sitting cross-legged in the room. The wooden window was wide open, and the breeze blew in, blowing the pure white window screen up in the air and then hanging down.

He Qing stood up. Although he had a high level of understanding of the exercises, practice was a step-by-step matter.

No matter how familiar you are with the theory, to really build a tall building you have to build it layer by layer.

"It's still not enough." He Qing sighed.

Although he was better than Hou Wudao, he was new to foundation building after all, so it was nothing.

Gongsun Xun is not really a talented person.

When Ziyu's generation was fully mobilized, He Qing's combat power became somewhat critical.

Even without them, Tanya of the Fire Demon Sect is now almost invincible, no one can stop her, no one dares to fight.

He Qing had seen the power of Tanya's attack before, but thinking about it now, he was still far from reaching that level.

The war between the seven major factions has just begun, but it has also reached the point of being in full swing.

Some disciples in Zixiao Sect have died.

There are no allies in this war, it is a complete melee, just to snatch spiritual objects.

He Qing only fought twice, once against seven foundation builders, and then against Yang Zhou who was in the late stage of foundation establishment.

Facing the people of Shijiandong for the second time is extremely difficult and dangerous.

For the first time, both sides had concerns and did not make a fatal move.

This time, it was because the others were evenly matched, and He Qing wanted to kill but was protected by a spiritual creature.

In fact, in the outside world, it is no longer known how many people died and what kind of chaos it has become.

The seven major sects are doing well, but the first to suffer are the lower-level monks.

The Fire Demon Gate, Shijian Cave, and Xianyue Palace have ordered scattered cultivators to open up wasteland and hunt for treasures on a large scale.

The situation of Zixiao Sect is better, and they pay attention to morality, but the low-level casual cultivators don't have much choice.

When a force encounters a crisis, moral choices must be made.

Correspondingly, the seven major sects were in chaos first and lacked control over their subordinates. At the same time, all the cities and towns also began to be in chaos. Pirate cultivators and demonic cultivators took the opportunity to cause chaos and were rampant everywhere.

At this time, it is like the end of the dynasty, with demons and monsters appearing.

He Qing came to the third floor, from where he could overlook the entire city.

There are a lot of people in Fang City, and despite the chaos, there are still monks from Guazhou and Taizhou coming to take refuge every day.

Of course, this also led to a lot of chaos.

Visible to the naked eye, fights broke out in several places.

Blood splattered everywhere, a monk was beaten to death, and his body lay on the ground, with no one paying attention.

It took a while before someone came to search for the body.

There was also a group of people who were led out of Fangshi to open up wasteland.

Seeing this scene, He Qing was thinking about another question.

After all, the sect is a sect. They have not formed a complete political power and have not focused on the general public.

There is no one to take care of these things, there are no strict and regular regulations to restrict them, and there is no protective power.

The world of immortality in the four major states is completely scattered. The cities and towns are like isolated islands in the sea. There are some connections, but the connections are very weak.

How difficult it is to become a complete and unified country in this geographical environment where spiritual energy is unevenly distributed.

This is also one of the root causes of confusion.

'Forget it, I'm just a slightly bigger ant. Don't think about it so much.'

He Qing shook his head and shook off the thoughts in his mind.

His next plan is to continue practicing.

This struggle was enough for him to digest the previous accumulation.

When it comes to building the foundation, practice is really a slow stream, and a retreat can often last for several months.

For the ancestor of Jindan, one retreat may even last for several years, and long-term retreat may even last for decades.

At this point, life becomes longer and time becomes slower.

"A defeat is a defeat. There is no one in the world who has never been defeated. Even if he is invincible in this world, he is still weak when he is born.

The heart of the sword has been broken, and he is nothing like the heart of the sword. If he can't break it and then stand up, how can he be called a genius? After hundreds of defeats, he still keeps moving forward and will eventually win.

If the golden elixir doesn't come out, then let them handle it by themselves. My way lies within oneself, not within the sect."

In the dark cave, the firelight flickered, reflecting light and shadow on the uneven mountain walls.

An old man with gray hair couldn't help but sweat broke out on his forehead when he heard Master Han Jian's angry scolding.

Master Han Jian came from a humble background and acted casually.

However, if he really made him angry, he would just strike with a sword.

The old man was also speechless in his heart, forgetting that Hou Wutian was deposed, Hou Wudao also fell.

Not only that, Fang Huatian fell into Tanya's hands, and Xiao Hua went there without making a sound.

All of a sudden, the young generation in Shijiandong seemed to be dying.

After exiting the cave, a middle-aged man holding a sword couldn't help but reveal a sneer on his lips.

"I have to trouble my ancestors with trivial matters. They are a bunch of trash. It would be nice for this kind of trash to die, otherwise living would be a waste."

"If we don't have them, what will be the future of our sect?"

"You only have one life, and the sect will not be destroyed for five hundred years."

The maintenance of the sect never requires too many people, only one Jindan Patriarch.

"Junior Brother Pei is right."

"Besides, we seek Tao for ourselves, not for the sect." Pei Feiyun raised his head and said calmly.

"The sect has been growing up for many years and maintains many people. It is necessary to maintain the inheritance."

"This is naturally the case for mediocre people like you."

"You" the old man was angry.

Although this person was the first among his ancestors, he was still a little annoyed by being so indifferent and frivolous towards him.

In any case, after all, he is also a foundation-building Dzogchen monk, a person at the top of the Four Continents.

Pei Feiyun looked over and laughed.

"snort."

Seeing the old man throwing down his sleeves and walking away, his laughter seemed to get louder.

Pei Feiyun walked into the cave, and with the slow pace, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The long sword was constantly trembling, as if it was making a sword cry, and he gently held the sword's hilt with a big, rough hand with distinct joints.

"Ancestor, Feiyun has come to ask for advice again."
To be continued...