Dao Ling was startled. Everything he saw was pitch black, the scenery was invisible, nothing could be seen, and it was filled with a dull and cold smell.
Dao Ling's eyes bloomed like two magic lamps burning. He looked around, and the look of surprise on his face became more and more intense.
From Dao Ling's current eyes, night and day are exactly the same. Let alone it being dark, even certain formations can be seen through, but nothing can be seen here.
After walking for a while, Dao Ling was a little flustered. He couldn't notice the surging energy in his body, as if his body had been chopped off.
"What's going on? I'm not opening the ninth acupoint. Why is there nothing? What's wrong with my body?"
Dao Ling murmured to himself, he didn't know what happened, he just knew that this place was like a dark prison, trapping him in it, unable to get out, and couldn't see anything clearly.
"No, even if the ninth acupoint is against the sky, it will not wipe me out instantly. I don't even have any consciousness."
Dao Ling shook his head. He sat down cross-legged, calmed his mind, and began to try to communicate with his body, trying to turn back.
Time passed very long, and this world was dry and cold, without any life at all, and it seemed that it had not changed for thousands of years.
Dao Ling tried for a long time, but he couldn't feel the movement of his body. He couldn't even feel a trace of the essence of heaven and earth. Even the great road no longer existed.
This place is like an isolated prison, where the human world does not exist, and it is inexplicably scary.
"Get out of here!" Dao Ling was furious. He felt like something was playing tricks on him. He punched out from the air, but this punch was like a mud cow entering the sea, without any energy fluctuations.
"What's going on? What is this place? Why doesn't anything else appear? This is not the real world!"
Dao Ling yelled and kept pumping his fists to break open this place, but he failed. He failed many times. He couldn't get out of this place at all, and there was darkness everywhere.
He didn't believe that this place was boundless, so he started shooting into it, walking very fast, but the world was so infinite that Dao Ling didn't even know how far he had run, and he still had not left here.
"Why is this happening?" Dao Ling's eyes widened angrily. He didn't know what happened. It felt like he had been here for several days.
He originally wanted to take the opportunity to pass the test, but there were only a few hours left for him. If he did it, he would lose a fortune and save a lot of time. This was a gamble with his life.
But Dao Ling didn't expect that when he stepped in, he would get such an ending. There was nothing, darkness and coldness everywhere, and he couldn't get out at all, and it had been going on for a long time.
"What to do? What to do?" Dao Ling was extremely anxious. If this time passes, Tianyan Sect may have completed many years of planning. They can suppress the direction of the source and obtain a heaven-defying blessing.
The Tao clan has a life-and-death feud with the Tianyan Sect. This is a blood feud and must be washed away with blood. The Tao clan did not know how many outstanding people were killed by the Tianyan Sect more than ten years ago. He cannot forget this scene.
He still vaguely remembered Dao Hongan's words, even if there was only one person left in the Dao clan, they would fight to the end and let the Tianyan Sect pay for their blood debt.
He also said that Xiao Daoling was favored by God and would not die easily. He would live and one day, sooner or later, he would enter the Martial Palace!
He dare not forget every sentence, reflecting it deep in his soul. He will complete these things little by little, and regain the dignity of the Tao clan that was trampled on in the past!
But now, Dao Ling is trapped in an inexplicable world. He can't find a way out. If this continues for a long time, he will definitely die.
"I can't sit still and wait for death. I want to go out." Dao Ling took a deep breath and tried to suppress the chaos in his heart. There is nothing more important than this now. What will he fight for if his life is gone?
He sat down cross-legged, felt the body carefully, and frowned, Dao Ling found that the body no longer existed.
"Is this my spirit?" He was surprised, but he shook his head: "Impossible, the spirit cannot exist alone. Only a strong person can do it. What form am I in now?"
He wrinkled, and his face turned inexplicably pale: "Am I already dead? This is the legendary underworld, and I have come to the underworld? No, no, no, I won't die, I won't die!"
He couldn't believe his guess. Dao Ling didn't believe that the ninth creation acupoint was so difficult to open and would be wiped out in an instant without even having time to react.
His cultivation to this level is already very terrifying. If it is really not wiped out instantly, he estimates that the ninth orifice cannot be opened at all, and it is a scam.
"I want to become stronger, I want to go out, even if I only have a trace of spirit now, I will cultivate it to be strong!"
Dao Ling's faith is being restored. He will not sit still and wait for death. He will become stronger and fight out. He wants to see what is going on in all this.
The spirit and the soul are the same. It is too slow to practice this system. Only the strong will spend a lot of time studying it.
Dao Ling calmed down and tried his best to absorb the spiritual power in the world. It can be said that spiritual power is everywhere, but it is so rare that what he absorbs can only be described as pitiful.
I don’t know how this energy is born, but I just know that absorbing it can strengthen the spiritual practice.
Dao Ling is trying to absorb this energy. This is the only thing he can do, otherwise he can only look at the dark night and die in loneliness.
He was also thinking about some of the past experience in soul cultivation, the Star Fire Divine Furnace, etc.
He is exploring the method of cultivating the soul, because this kind of practice is too dangerous. It does not exist in the body and will be cut off directly.
He keeps trying, like a fish swimming in the boundless sea. There are no similar fish, but it is growing up, little by little.
However, this kind of time passed too long and too fast. Dao Ling didn't know how long he had been practicing. He felt as if one or two years had passed.
After working hard for a year or two to achieve this, he still couldn't break through this black space, which once again filled Dao Ling's heart with a layer of panic.
"What's going on in the outside world? Does my body still exist? Have Dahei and One-Eyed Dragon gone out? Did the Tianyan Sect find the treasure hidden at the source?"
Dao Ling made a low voice, and soon his face was full of longing: "How is Ye Yun? Did you go to the alchemy conference? Is Qian Yao okay? And Shi Shi, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Jianzhou in a short time.
I don’t know how you are doing now.”
Thinking of the alchemy conference, Dao Ling's eyes were moist and he murmured to himself: "Qingzhu, my brother is sorry for you and can't help you find the source of your soul..."
Dao Ling was very bald. He didn't know how long he had been bald. He thought of his parents, Ling Yan, and Dao Hongan's words, and he cheered up again.
"I want to practice cultivation. I can't go on like this. I will definitely get out. I still have a lot of things to do!"
Dao Ling looked up to the sky and roared, and continued to practice in silence. Only the silence and coldness accompanied him. He was very lonely, and only the Great Dao accompanied him.
This kind of loneliness is torture, and he wants to fall asleep immediately, but Dao Ling holds on and survives time and time again. He feels like decades have passed outside.
"Ah, why doesn't it work?"
Angry echoes appeared in the darkness. Dao Ling stood up and said in fear: "It has been decades. Am I really dead? I will never be able to get out."
He was very helpless. He remembered what happened to him when he was young, the scene where his origin was poached, and the lame man took him to live. Dao Ling was thinking about the experience of this life, and there were too few things to do now, and he was unwilling to accept it!
"I won't die like this. I have to cheer up and believe in myself!"
Dao Ling sat cross-legged on the ground and took a deep breath. He knew that it was too difficult to get out in his own way. Dao Ling was recalling what he had learned.
Dao Ling recited the scriptures in the dark, trying to make sense of what he had learned.
After reciting for a while, Dao Ling nodded. He opened his mouth and shouted out an ancient character. A golden ancient character hung high in the sky, emitting a faint light curtain and carrying a layer of Taoist rhyme.