Fengtao got married to a monk in "Falling Star Valley" more than 300 years ago, and now they have two sons.
They all worshiped under the sect of "Luo Xing Valley", and it was smooth sailing, which made Feng Tao very satisfied with this.
A whole family can embark on the path of immortality, which is what the monks most want to see.
However, her Taoist companion has been unable to conceive a baby. Now his lifespan is about to reach its limit and he has closed the door to death. It is unknown whether he can meet again.
Fengtao had no choice but to think about how many Nascent Soul cultivators there were on this continent. Although Fengtao was unwilling to do so, there was nothing he could do.
Since she couldn't compete with the way of heaven, she spent all her time on her own cultivation. However, even though her spiritual roots were very excellent, she still encountered a bottleneck and was stuck in the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.
No matter how hard she practices, there is still no looseness. In addition, the Taoist couple may not be able to come out of seclusion anymore, and the children have branched out and have their own things.
She returned to Feng's family more than ten days ago in a depressed mood. There was no need for her to stay and guard the "Falling Star Valley" all the time.
Now that the ancestor of Tianxingzi Yuanying is in charge, "Luo Xing Valley" has long been a first-class sect, and those foreign forces no longer dare to covet it easily.
Fengtao walked casually along some of the stone paths in the fort, occasionally nodding slightly with some people who saluted her. She tried her best to relax her mind and let herself do whatever she wanted.
Along the way, Fengtao looked at the scenery everywhere. Although these scenery had changed, the overall layout did not change much.
This reminded her of the places where she had played or practiced when she was a child, and all those childhood playmates had already entered the avenue of reincarnation.
Under the influence of emotion, Feng Tao's already indifferent heart also had some waves, but she allowed these thoughts to spread...
She has long been used to life and death. She fought for "Falling Star Valley" and killed countless people. Her hands were stained with blood, and her heart had become cold and heartless.
However, this kind of childhood memory still touched the deepest part of the woman's dusty past that she had not seen for a long time, and her thoughts gradually increased.
And this is also the result she wants in her heart. She needs various insights to make her suddenly have a clear understanding...
As Fengtao walked, the fog before her eyes became thicker and thicker without realizing it, and soon she was walking on a stone path sandwiched between two mountains.
The fog here is very heavy, making the vegetation between the two mountains wet. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, but Fengtao keeps having dusty memories in his mind.
She also let go of her normally suppressed emotions. After seeing some of the scenery just now, she couldn't help but think of her father, Feng Zaiyu, and her mother.
And because those two people failed to form pills, they disappeared early in the foundation building stage. This made Feng Tao try not to think about them anymore on weekdays.
Now that I deliberately let go of my suppression, too many beautiful or sad emotions flooded my mind like a tide.
Although there were scenery in front of her eyes, she was filled with more pictures that made her feel dazed. "It's sorrow, scattered among the falling maple leaves, bit by bit in my heart..."
Feng Tao, who was walking, suddenly felt a warning sign in her heart. She couldn't help being startled, and her whole body immediately froze in place as the magic power in her body was instinctively running.
"How did I get to this place?"
Feng Tao looked at the heavy mist billowing in front of her eyes, and her pretty face couldn't help but reveal a look of astonishment.
She walked casually in the castle, and before she knew it, she came to the path leading to the Yin Tomb at the back of the mountain.
And with her current status, even if there were people guarding her at the back, they would not dare to stop her after seeing her, and seeing her frowning in thought, no one would dare to come forward and disturb her.
Not everyone can come to the Yin Tomb in the Back Mountain of the Feng family, but for Fengtao, there is no forbidden area in the entire Feng family that restricts her.
"How did I get here?"
Fengtao frowned. She hadn't been to this place for a long time. That was when her parents were buried separately. Because of her special status, she had to choose a geomantic treasure place here. How many times had she been here at that time?
Second-rate.
Later, when I worshiped again, I would not come here anymore, but would just burn incense and worship in the ancestral temple.
After the Feng family disciples die, they will be buried in this area. The Feng family also has its own methods to ensure that their disciples will not turn into ghosts. That is true burial.
The Feng family actually has its own means. When its disciples are about to run out of life or are about to die due to serious injuries, they can turn them into ghosts here.
In that way, they can continue their lives in another way, but the Feng family has ancestral precepts and will not allow the clan members to survive in this way until the family inheritance is almost cut off.
Such ghosts remain in the Yang Realm. In order to preserve their spiritual intelligence and avoid normal reincarnation, they need to endure great punishment and pain from heaven.
Not only does he live without humans and ghosts all day long, but he also needs to practice special exercises to keep himself alive. Ghosts do not recognize him as the same kind, and living creatures think he is a ghost.
And even if they live so desperately, they cannot continue to live forever. Often, they will eventually die after dozens or hundreds of years.
If you do that, you will fall directly into Shura Prison, where you will never be able to escape and suffer endless pain.
But this method cannot be said to have no benefits. First, when the family is about to cut off the inheritance, you can use this method to live a few more years.
And during that period of time, it would be possible to continue the inheritance, otherwise this technique would not be passed down.
In addition, if you can survive in this way of being neither human nor ghost, if you can cultivate a ghost baby, you can even walk in the sun, with amazing magical powers.
However, this kind of success rate of cultivating a ghost baby has only been seen by Feng family disciples in the classics. It is twice as difficult as the normal birth of a baby.
Since the birth of people like Feng Tao, it has only been recorded in the classics. It was seen that someone had succeeded a long time ago, but no one has seen it at all.
Fengtao looked at the entrance of the valley in front of him and knew the reason why he was awakened. There was already the entrance valley to the underground tomb.
As she was approaching so closely, the formation there had already sensed someone intruding, which was a sign that they were about to launch an attack, so she suddenly felt a warning sign.
The formation here prohibits attacks. Even after she gave birth to a baby, she personally assisted in the reinforcement, which also posed a life threat to her.
To face this danger, she could either turn around and leave, or take out a skull given to her by the Feng family to eliminate the danger.
Fengtao didn't think about entering, she just came here accidentally, quietly took a few steps back, and the warning signs in her heart suddenly disappeared.
However, after taking a few steps back, she did not turn around immediately. Instead, she stared blankly at the looming valley entrance in the thick fog ahead.
After her mind opened up today, various memories came flooding back. When she saw the valley entrance in front of her, Fengtao felt that a group of people seemed to have appeared there.
And among that group of people, there was not only her father, who was as rich as a jade, but also her young self... Hundreds of years later, in the mist in front of her, figures were constantly forming...
Her eyes fell on the crowd, and she saw a few figures that still seemed familiar to her, including her fellow sect senior brother Tang Tian, second senior sister Wu Yizhen, and Tian Denghu, who had a crush on her.
As well as the old man in green robe standing beside the ancestor of the Feng family, some of them were whispering, some were looking around, and there was also an ordinary-looking young man, just standing behind silently.
Feng Tao silently recited these titles, and a long-lost confusion appeared in her beautiful eyes. Those things were her first and most dangerous experiences on her journey to immortality.
In order to bring in reinforcements, she actually caused a catastrophe. She was almost killed that time, but the enemy finally gave up considering her special status...
What Feng Tao didn't notice was that when she murmured in her mouth, she referred to several of the people she mentioned earlier as members of the same family.
But the two people at the back knew each other by their names. Fang Guangjun was the person she hated the most. Every time she saw her senior brother and second senior sister, Fengtao would feel guilty in her heart.
After all, they helped me for free out of friendship, but in the end they almost died here.
Perhaps it was because of this that even if the senior brother and second senior sister succeeded in seizing the body, it still took a long time to practice. They needed to stabilize the fit between the soul and the body.
This made the two of them, who were originally regarded as brilliant disciples in the sect, fail to successfully build the foundation and passed away early in grief.
This makes Fengtao never want to think about this matter. If senior brother and senior sister had not wasted that time, they might be able to succeed in building the foundation, and maybe they could set foot on a further fairy road like themselves...
But the Zhang Ming she talked about had once become her inner demon. He emerged from nowhere like a monster and became the youngest generation of golden elixir experts in "Luo Xing Valley".
But not long after, it quickly disappeared like a meteor, and finally disappeared.
It seems that his arrival is just for a legend, a legend that makes "Luo Xing Valley" rise because of his appearance...
"He... disappeared from the Holy Demon City. The sect searched for him, but there were no clues. The sect said he might have died unexpectedly after going out!
But how could someone like him, who was so invisible, die so quietly?
But I... prefer to believe that he should have found his master, returned to where he came from, and cut off this relationship..."
Feng Tao looked at the group of people who seemed to exist in a trance in the thick fog ahead, and finally let her eyes fall on the person she remembered most.
The boy who caused her inner demons to appear, the boy who passed by like a meteor, the boy who was unrivaled in the sect war.
Not only did he save the ancestor of the Feng family, he also saved his master Zhu Luomu, and... the sect. Otherwise, Yu Rong would have already entered the sect, and Tian Xingzi would not have been able to wait for the reinforcements to arrive!
She was not qualified to know this back then, but as her status increased and she became more powerful, she already knew too many secrets in that battle.
Then, after many years of silence, that young man brought about a massive catastrophe of condensed golden elixirs. Everything was at its peak, but came to an abrupt end one day!
But Fengtao didn't believe that that person had fallen. Such a deep-minded person, even now, could only be far behind him.
Because Tian Xingzi once mentioned something to her, that person might have left to look for his master, but this matter should not be publicized.
So the last news about that person was just the private speculation of the disciples in the valley. Tian Xingzi and the others just said that Elder Zhang was out traveling...