Chen Yang woke up from a trance and put down the Yuanshi Baojian.
Yuanshi Baojian, whether it is the drop of blood in the front or the soul appraisal in the back, the meaning is very clear, that is, to pass on that scroll.
"But what's the point of this?"
Chen Yang was puzzled.
The statue of Yuanshi Tianzun is like being imprinted in the depths of the soul and cannot be forgotten.
Invisibly, there is a meaning that exists from ancient times and will never be destroyed.
"What is the use?"
Chen Yang shook his head, confused.
"Forget it, we'll look at it later."
He glanced at the sky and realized that it was still early in the night, so he simply sat cross-legged on the bed and visualized the burning picture in the void in his mind.
Unknown to the passage of time, the thought of eternity has invisibly imbued Chen Yang's soul.
I don’t know how long has passed, it seems like a minute or a lifetime.
While Chen Yang was in meditation, he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Chen Yang suddenly woke up.
The old grandma pushed open the door and entered.
In just a few hours, the old nanny not only did not recover due to the self-cultivation she said, but her face became increasingly pale, as if she had been missing for many years.
"Old mama, you..."
Chen Yang asked with concern.
"It's okay, let's hurry up."
The old mama forced a smile and said, "Young Master, there are as many as three thousand ways to practice in the world, and all of them lead directly to the other side, which are the so-called three thousand avenues."
"However, there are generally three types of cultivation among people in the world, which are called:
One, god; two, immortal, and three, miscellaneous.
The god is the Yang God. After cultivating spiritual thoughts, he first leaves the body and then travels at night to reach the Yang God;
Immortals are human immortals who nourish their Qi and blood, practice martial arts, and become saints in their flesh. They are called human immortals;
Miscellaneous are miscellaneous things, such as Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, Taoism can lead to the other shore..."
As the old grandma explained, Chen Yang gradually understood.
There is no doubt that King Zhenbei is a real martial arts immortal, who has reached the state of being reborn with a drop of blood, and the will of his fists is the will of God.
They are of the Yuanshi lineage and follow the path of Yangshen.
First, cultivate the spirit, reach the point where the spirit is out of the body, and rely on the visualization diagram to emerge from the Yin Shen.
This Yin God belongs to Yin and can only move at night, so it is called night travel.
It cannot touch most things. Even if it reaches the realm of night travel, also known as the Yin Shen realm, it still has no direct means of attack.
Only the treasure of reliance can change this.
Looking for treasures with familiar or innate attributes of Yin, and using Yin gods to rely on them, various invisible and formless strange powers can be formed.
The old grandma said this and reluctantly demonstrated.
She stamped her feet and fell down.
The next second, a silver needle flew up and shuttled back and forth in the void. If Chen Yang didn't want to see it clearly, it would probably be invisible to the naked eye.
It was obvious that the old mama's body was only a foot away and had no protection at all. If Chen Yang was willing, he could just step forward and punch out the old mama's dying body to destroy it.
However, when the silver needle brought out streaks of light in the void, Chen Yang knew what was going on.
If the old nanny really wanted to take action against him, she could just use the Yin Shen to leave her body and rely on the silver needle to hit him. He would not even have time to react before he would be pierced through the heart and die.