Ren Qing's whole body was enveloped by the raging thunder, and the light released caused the surrounding area to fall into daylight, and the sound of explosions could not be heard.
Every once in a while, the thunder that acts on Ren Qing will change, covering almost any known type of catastrophe.
Taoism divides thunder into five thunders, the eastern wooden thunder is in the liver palace, the southern fire thunder is in the heart palace, the western mountain thunder is in the lung palace, the northern water thunder is in the kidney palace, and the central earth thunder is in the spleen palace.
As a result, the Heavenly Tribulation's tempering of Ren Qing's physical body was completely from the inside out, and the fragile organs were the first to bear the brunt.
Ren Qing groaned from time to time. Although the Heavenly Tribulation originated from the Tiandao Tree in the world in his stomach, and its power would not exceed the upper limit of the Corpse Jie Xian, it did not mean that his body could easily withstand it.
The internal organs were somewhat overwhelmed, and blood seeped from the blood vessels.
Ren Qing endured the stinging pain and moved Sanqingtian's Great Zhoutian, allowing his body to transform as much as possible, laying the foundation for promotion to heaven.
The monks in the sanctuary didn't dare to get close to Ren Qing at all. Even from a thousand meters away, their skin and flesh felt numb.
After prolonged contact, the body and soul will show signs of collapse.
They couldn't help but be shocked by the intensity of Ren Qing's practice. The thunder used to refine his body was completely superior to the thunder of heavenly tribulation used by the Heavenly Immortal.
The thunder of heavenly tribulation that ordinary monks avoid, Ren Qing has maintained for hundreds of thousands of years.
Dameng Zhenren and Song Zongwu accidentally came to check on Ren Qing's condition, but they did not act rashly after seeing Tianjie who was sending chills down his spine.
The two of them couldn't help but feel shocked. Although they had always felt that Ren Qing was sure to step into the way of heaven, the time between them was too short.
Ren Qing had just broken through the Corpse Realm Immortal, and he was already preparing to transcend the Corpse Realm Immortal.
They had no intention of disturbing Ren Qing and continued to retreat in the world of stomach, striving to deepen their understanding of the way of heaven.
It has been tens of thousands of years since the two of them were promoted to Da Luo True Immortal. When facing the Tiandao Tree, they still feel that the rules of the Dao contained in it are as vast as the sea.
Da Meng Zhenren always felt that he had understood one-tenth of the dream path, but as time went by, he found that the rules of the path contained in the Tiandao Tree were becoming more and more difficult to understand.
The Tiandao tree at the beginning may have the rules of the earthly immortal level, but now it has exceeded the scope of the corpse solution immortal.
Little did Master Dameng know that the Tiandao Tree would absorb the insights of hundreds of millions of monks.
As long as the population of the world in the stomach is rich enough, there is no limit to the growth of the Tiandao Tree, and the corpse is just a starting point.
Song Zongwu stared at the Tiandao tree, which is hundreds of thousands of meters high. Each leaf hides a small world of the Tiangong, which looks extremely majestic.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Big dream, it's hard to imagine that the Tiandao tree in front of you was transformed by Ren Qing's consciousness, right?"
Dameng Zhenren was silent, touching the half-empty and half-solid tree trunk with his palm, and the clues about the dream appeared in his mind.
As long as the consciousness is outlined along the Tao lines, one can understand the dream road.
"I want him to stop and look at the scenery of the world, but the situation does not allow it. Sooner or later, Ren Qing will cut off his emotions and desires."
Dameng Zhenren said quietly: "The world is changing too fast, and Ren Qing is growing too fast."
Song Zongwu nodded, looked at Master Dameng with complicated eyes and said, "I always have the illusion that I am in a dream, as if I was in Sanxiang City in Xiangxiang not long ago."
"Of course it's not a dream."
Master Dameng answered succinctly, then closed his eyes and immersed himself in practice.
Song Zongwu still wanted to say something, but when he saw Master Dameng being so disrespectful, he had no choice but to smile bitterly, touch his nose, and retreat beside him.
It has been tens of thousands of years since the two of them reached Daluo Jinxian. It would be false to say that they have not made any progress.
However, they still have only a partial understanding of Daluo Jinxian's cultivation, so they have to constantly understand the way of heaven and try to find the path.
But at least one thing is certain.
Daluo Jinxian's continued promotion is definitely not the way of heaven, because there is only one way of heaven in the world in the stomach, and that is Ren Qing.
As the two of them let their minds wander, unknowingly, there were more and more monks under the tree.
Among them are Li Yaoyang, Mu Yi, Miss Bai, Sensheng and other veteran earth immortals, as well as several new generation earth immortals who have just passed through the tribulation.
They are like cicadas parasitic on the Tiandao tree, sucking the juice from the Tiandao tree.
The bush at the top of the Tiandao tree is where the heaven is. The Incense Fairy uses the divine seals and the power of the rules of Tiandao to act.
There are several immortal monks on the tree trunk, and they grow by understanding the rules of the avenue.
The underworld is stationed at the root of the tree, and it is shrouded in the dregs "Yin Qi" of the Tiandao tree, as well as the judge Yama who maintains the cycle of life and death.
While Ren Qing was practicing, the Tiandao Tree also continued to grow, and the world in his stomach broke through the constraints of the realm.
The world in the stomach has formed a complete chain and is in a virtuous cycle.
Ren Qing didn't know how much time had passed during the practice, but it felt like time had pressed the accelerator button, and hundreds of years had passed in the blink of an eye.
His consciousness was focused on the shelter, but in his eyes, the monks guarding the city were changing from old to new at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It wasn't that time suddenly sped up, but that Ren Qing entered a special state.
The monk with the ghost envoy had just been assigned the duty of guarding the city, and his expression was a little childish.
But when Ren Qing was in a daze, a few more crow's feet appeared in the corners of the city guarding monk's eyes, his temples quickly turned gray, and his body became stronger.
After he reached middle age, he no longer had the impetuousness of his youth, but his respect for Ren Qing never faded, and he would always bow to him when he passed by.
Ren Qing was in a trance again. The middle-aged monk guarding the city was getting old and frail. After experiencing strong winds and heavy rains, he stood on the edge of the city wall and looked at the unchanged scene outside.
The old man left the shelter and went to the safer world in the stomach, waiting for his body to fall into the endless underworld after death.
He did not have high expectations and said goodbye to every relative and friend he knew.
The old man's cultivation level is stuck on the other side of the ghost realm. The higher his cultivation level during his lifetime, the greater the possibility of turning into a zombie.
With his strength, the corpse would have to be soaked in the Yellow Spring water for a long time to complete its transformation. It might take thousands of years, or even longer, before it could one day wake up.
There was another young monk who took over the old man's position as the city-guarding monk.
The two seemed to be related by blood, with vague similarities in appearance, and then the young monk began to repeat the old man's life.
Ren Qing seemed to see countless monks living dependent on him.
He couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of the way of heaven, the efficiency of his practice increased slightly, and the three pure breaths flowed through his meridians and blood vessels.
The Tiandao tree slowly grows branches, and crystal clear fruits are gestating on the branches.
When the melon ripens and the stem lags behind, a new celestial being will be born. I don’t know whose hands this Taoist fruit will fall into, but no matter what the result is, it will promote the progress of the world in the stomach.
A thousand years in a flash.
Ren Qing finally understood why the immortals in the classics were all cold-blooded in nature.
Few immortals can maintain their original intentions in the long river of time. After all, it only takes thousands of years to become an immortal, but the cultivation of earthly immortals often takes tens of thousands of years. It is easy for the emotions of mortals to be erased.
Ren Qing appeared slightly complicated, and then his consciousness fell silent.
He felt that he was coming into contact with the mysterious and mysterious way of heaven little by little. If he could cross over, the disaster that would come from the way of heaven would be nothing.
Ren Qing asked Song Zongwu to interrupt his retreat when he encountered danger in the shelter, and then turned his back on what was going on outside the window.
As time passed, Ren Qing's body became partially petrified due to being immobile for a long time. In the end, only a stone statue was left in place.
He looked excited, and this time he had truly touched the bottleneck of the way of heaven.
Ren Qing seemed to be able to pierce the window paper with just one exertion, reach an unprecedented level, and ascend to the throne of heaven.
The three pure breaths are compressed in the eight extraordinary meridians, and then form a massive amount of viscous five-color crystals, as if the great road is contained within.
Ren Qing stared at Sanqing's breath and couldn't help but frown.
Sanqingtian was at the threshold of transformation, and he himself reacted belatedly, as if being promoted to heaven was not a delusion?
It was obvious that Heaven was so close, as if he could cross it with just a thought, but he had a very unreal feeling that the process of the Corpse Disciple Immortal's promotion to Heaven was so smooth.
as if……
It seems to be driven by information flow?
Before Ren Qing had time to delve deeper, San Qingtian's breakthrough had already started forcefully, and his aura gradually covered his body and soul, filling every drop of blood.
His consciousness fell into the Three Pure Heavens, completely cutting off the perception of the outside world.
Even when the Taoist boy's strange murmur came from outside the shelter, Ren Qing didn't notice it, but his body instinctively restrained his aura.
"No sect is supreme."
"And alone is the beginning of all things."
"Hence the name Yuanshi."
"Everything in the way of luck is supreme."
"And always live in Erqing."
"Out of the heavens."
"That's why he's called Tianzun."
The Prison Hall was shaken, and Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of the three ancestors, finally arrived, which meant that the disaster had reached its peak.
A large number of high-level monks flooded into the shelter, mainly to protect Ren Qing who was in seclusion, and also to find out what kind of disaster accompanied Yuanshi Tianzun.
The thunder disaster of Daode Tianzun caused the world to be razed to the ground, and the drought of Lingbao Tianzun heralded the beginning of the reorganization of the world.
What about Yuanshi Tianzun, what kind of terror does it represent that will destroy the world?
No one on the city wall spoke. In front of the way of heaven, they were as insignificant as ants. If they were not careful, they might lose control of their bodies and souls.
The old and dying Li Tiangang stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes staring into the darkness, his hands supported by several disciples.
Li Tiangang voluntarily fell into a deep sleep five thousand years ago, just to witness the development of the arrival of the Three Dao Ancestors and whether the Jailer Hall could survive.
If the situation is not dangerous, Li Tiangang does not plan to turn to zombies again. He will consider burying himself deep in the ground and turning into a skeleton. Living is not as comfortable as dying.
However, after they waited for more than ten days, there was still no movement from the outside world.
Li Tiangang's spirit reached its limit. Seeing this, Li Yaoyang couldn't help but advise: "Mr. Li, there is no need for you to stay in the shelter. When the trouble is revealed, someone will notify you."
"It's okay, it's okay. No matter how old I am, I'm still in the realm of Heaven's Creation, so I won't be in trouble."
Li Tiangang's condition was that he was severely injured in his early years, and his body and soul needed to take elixirs to suppress the deterioration. However, he did not want to continue living, which led to the collapse of his body and soul.
Song Zong didn't want to say anything but stopped, if Li Tiangang had even the slightest intention to survive.
Whether it is to overcome tribulations or take life-extending elixirs, people in the Heavenly Creature Realm can have almost unlimited longevity.
He respects Li Tiangang's choice. Seeking immortality is indeed a road of no return, with death and no life. Sometimes living is far more painful than dying.
The monks patiently waited for the disaster to come.
Even if something happens temporarily, they will come to the shelter immediately after leaving for a short time. After all, the next tens of thousands of years will be involved.
But what is unexpected is that in the decades after Yuanshi Tianzun came, nothing strange happened at all.
On the contrary, Ren Qing's situation is not optimistic.
Since Ren Qing practiced in seclusion, although he was in the process of refining his body, his body and soul have always been stable and there has never been any violent fluctuations.
The arrival of Yuanshi Tianzun caused changes in Ren Qing's life.
First, the calamity that enveloped Ren Qing's body suddenly disappeared, and then his pores secreted a large amount of blood-red viscous liquid.
Countless voices could be heard roaring in the liquid, causing the liquid to boil like boiling water.
If you look carefully, you can see that the liquid is filled with dense bubbles, and on the surface of the bubbles are faces identical to Ren Qing's.
The monks were a little uneasy. They had never seen Ren Qing become alienated and out of control.
Not to mention alienation, in my memory, almost no alienation occurred after Ren Qing started practicing. Even though he was imprisoned for this, it turns out that Ren Qing seems to be immune to alienation.
Even though fellow student Ren Qing practiced dozens of techniques, he did not worry that he would become possessed.
So they found it incredible that Ren Qing's body and soul alienation was out of control. Could it be because of his promotion to heaven?
Soon the monks overturned their guess.
The alienation displayed by Ren Qing was very slight, not like what would appear on an immortal at all, it was just a slight distortion on the surface of the flesh.
You know, once the immortal loses control, he will be reincarnated.
The alienation is the superficial distortion caused by the newly initiated martial arts monks who take too many pills to increase their cultivation.
Ren Qing's slight alienation did not last long, only about fifty years, and the symptoms of alienation disappeared overnight.
Before the monks could secretly rejoice, Ren Qing's alienation began to recur again.
This time the alienation became serious.
While Ren Qing's body transformed into a corpse, it also developed dragon-like characteristics. Two deformed and useless dragon claws protruded from his chest and abdomen, and sharp dragon horns emerged from the Yongquan hole on the soles of his feet.
The alienation did not improve him at all, but instead made him more deformed.
Such uncontrolled animal transformation is usually more common among monks in the half-corpse realm, and the only way to suppress it is to take pills as soon as possible.
The monk also tried feeding Renqing elixir, but it didn't work at all.
Regardless of whether it is applied externally or taken internally, Ren Qing is like an insulator against the elixir. Not only does the alienation not subside, but it becomes more and more serious.
The monk had no choice but to give up and let him struggle on the verge of losing control of alienation.
Later, Ren Qing's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were blocked by dragon horns, and his skin was covered with a layer of blood-red dragon scales with strange patterns.
He wanted to move Ren Qing away, but his flesh and blood merged with the walls of the shelter, as if he were a cancer attached to his flesh and blood.
Ren Qing's subconscious is also struggling with alienation. His spiritual intelligence is concentrated in his body, and he has no concept of the passage of time in the outside world.
He could vaguely sense that the number of monks in the sanctuary was gradually decreasing, and even when the alienation reached its peak, the sanctuary was actually empty.
