When Yan Ling came out of seclusion again, it was already three months later.
When Yan Ling walked out of the cave, the sky was filled with stars, and wisps of moonlight fell from the sky. The cool and gentle power continued to nourish everything in the world.
Speaking of which, Yan Ling was not satisfied with his retreat.
Although he has initially refined and refined the power within his body, he has not completely stabilized the realm of Xuanxian, and the use of his body's power is still not as comfortable as before.
However, Yan Ling also knows that stabilizing the realm is not something that can be achieved in a hurry. After all, every realm after becoming an immortal is more vast and unpredictable than before.
The realm of Xuanxian is the realm of stepping onto the great road. It is not realistic to stabilize this realm in a short period of time.
Yan Ling is not in a hurry now. Although his realm has not been completely stabilized, he has finally unified all the power in his body. Whether it is the power of the soul, the power of the physical body, or even the whole body of mana, he has been able to use it together.
If he were to fight that black dragon god again, Yan Ling was confident that he would be able to suppress it easily without using all his strength.
"It's time to take a good look at the world!"
Yan Ling looked up at the bright moonlight, feeling the Qingcheng Mountain that looked more and more peaceful under the moonlight, and gradually became curious about the world in his heart.
Judging from the monks practicing in Qingcheng Mountain, this world should not be simple. Even if it is not as good as the last world he traveled to, it will not be much inferior.
Thinking of this, Yan Ling's figure suddenly floated, and his whole body was like a breeze floating through the quiet night sky on Qingcheng Mountain.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Yan Ling's expression changed and he noticed a strange aura rising from the other side of Qingcheng Mountain.
With his thoughts moving, Yan Ling turned around and flew towards the other side of Qingcheng Mountain. Not long after, he arrived at the place where the strange aura was.
When he arrived here, Yan Ling suddenly realized that it was a stunning beauty as beautiful as a fairy, sitting cross-legged and meditating on a large protruding bluestone between the cliffs.
Her face is as bright as jade, her eyes are cut like water, and her smile is full of smiles. She is not only gorgeous and colorful, but also has an indescribable charm and cuteness, and sometimes shows a gentleness and beauty. She is truly a stunning beauty in the world.
At this time, the moonlight is like water, reflecting on this beauty's skin like gelatin, adding a bit of ethereal fairy spirit to her, making her look so pure and charming, pure and beautiful!
Facing such a peerless beauty, Yan Ling had no intention of striking up a conversation at this time. He stayed quietly on a towering ancient tree, hiding his aura, and looked at this stunning beauty carefully.
In Yan Ling's eyes, this woman who was as beautiful as a fairy was something special. The strange aura he noticed just now was the aura emitted by this woman when she breathed in the moonlight.
This was a strange aura that mixed fairy and demonic aura. Yan Ling had never encountered such a being before, so he became curious. Like a wretched gentleman, he carefully looked at this fairy in the dark.
After half a payment, Yan Ling nodded suddenly and understood why this beautiful woman exuded such a strange aura.
It turns out that this woman is not a human being, but an enlightened alien. However, unlike the demons that Yan Ling has encountered before, this woman does not have the bloody aura of those demons, but instead reveals an ethereal fairy aura.
It was precisely because of this that Yan Ling felt that the aura exuding from this woman was strange enough.
"For those who have obtained the Xuanmen inheritance, no wonder there are no monks in this mountain who come to slay demons!"
Yan Ling watched this stunning woman exhale slowly, and with a breath of fresh air, the surrounding vegetation became more vigorous and exuded vitality, and she suddenly understood in her heart.
After the Lich War, both the Lich and Lich races weakened at the same time and withdrew from the stage of heaven and earth. The human race became the protagonist of heaven and earth. Since then, almost all the successors of Xuanmen were born in the human race.
Because of this, almost all cultivators know that any foreign race with Xuanmen inheritance has a powerful being behind them.
Especially the woman in front of Yan Ling, whose Xuanmen aura is extremely pure, and one can tell at a glance that her inheritance is extraordinary.
Under such circumstances, who else would dare to kill him?
However, what makes Yan Ling feel strange is that the aura of this woman is pure, pure and perfect. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a strong person in the realm of Xuanxian.
But when Yan Ling took a closer look, he discovered that this woman was still in the Dzogchen realm of cultivating the void and combining the Tao, and had not yet passed through the three tribulations of becoming an immortal.
This is really a strange thing, as if something is bothering this woman.
"Which fellow Taoist is visiting?"
However, just when Yan Ling felt strange, the woman suddenly opened her eyes, revealing eyes as bright as moonlight. Her clear eyes pierced through the void and saw Yan Ling's figure.
Seeing that his whereabouts were discovered, Yan Ling simply showed up and said: "Yan Ling, a loose man in the mountains, when I passed by this place, I accidentally felt the fairy's peerless grace. Please don't be offended!"
"I see!"
After hearing Yan Ling's explanation, the woman's eyes suddenly became softer, and the night wind gently blew through the white gauze on her body, making her aura even more ethereal and lofty.
She knew and had seen all the strong men in Qingcheng Mountain, but Yan Ling could easily get within a hundred feet of him before he was discovered. Such strength, even if placed in Qingcheng Mountain, is a top-notch existence.
Because of this, this woman did not have much hostility towards Yan Ling. Because she knew that if Yan Ling had evil intentions, he would have had too many opportunities to take action against her.
"I don't know if Fellow Taoist Yan Ling is passing by Qingcheng, but what's the important matter? I'm familiar with this area, maybe I can be of some help!" said the beautiful woman.
However, Yan Ling did not answer her question. Instead, he asked: "Don't you know what the fairy is called?"
"I'm rude, fellow Taoist, please call me Bai Suzhen!" The beautiful woman, no, it should be Bai Suzhen, smiled and bowed.
However, as soon as the name Bai Suzhen came out, Yan Ling suddenly felt thunder in his heart.
Qingcheng Mountain and Bai Suzhen, when these two names are connected, what else can people think of except "The Legend of the White Snake", a myth and legend that has been passed down for thousands of years?
No wonder the aura on this woman's body is so pure and pure. She turns out to be the White Snake who has been cultivating on Qingcheng Mountain for thousands of years!
In myths and legends, the origin of this White Snake is not simple. She is a disciple of the ancient powerful Mother Lishan, and can be called an authentic Taoist sect.
At the same time, Yan Ling finally understood why Bai Suzhen, who had a high level of cultivation, was only at the level of perfecting the practice of practicing emptiness and combining the Tao.
I think it's because Bai Suzhen hasn't come down from the mountain yet, let alone married Xu Xian. The cause and effect on her body has not been dissipated, so naturally she cannot achieve the realm of immortality.
Bai Suzhen looked at the shocked expression on Yan Ling's face, and her heart suddenly moved. She said softly: "Fellow Taoist, have you heard of me?"
Although she has been cultivating on Qingcheng Mountain for nearly a thousand years, Bai Suzhen has always kept a very low profile. Even few practitioners in Qingcheng Mountain know of her existence.
However, Yan Ling, a passing cultivator, knew of her existence, which made Bai Suzhen suspicious of Yan Ling's origins.