In the still silent Spiritual Cultivation Research Institute, all the practitioners looked at each other.
Was it successful?
They came from all over the country to observe this person's breakthrough process.
This person has been sitting on the stone for three minutes, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy have stopped.
On the big bluestone, Cai Qi opened his eyes and looked around, looking at familiar and unfamiliar people.
Whatever was strange, mysterious, or big-faced in the starry sky, everything was gone.
In his memory, those one hundred and fifty years of life were even more profound.
He didn't know whether it was Zhuang Zhou Mengdie or Huang Liang Yimeng.
Even if he could break through the innate door, he still couldn't see through the secret.
He took a look at his Yin Shen, and every trace and piece of it was exactly the same as in his memory.
After dozens of seconds of silence, under the gazes of many practitioners, Cai Qi's body moved, and an inexplicable aura helped him stand up straight, as if he were flying into the air and stood up effortlessly.
He opened his mouth and analyzed the path of innateness bit by bit. His voice was neither urgent nor slow, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
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When he was preaching about innateness, a wisp of Yin Shen had floated out and flew towards the distance of this specious land.
It was just a thought in my mind, as if walking by the light, but in an instant I arrived at the foot of this cliff that had gone through many vicissitudes but remained unchanged.
With another move, Yin Shen took the light and took form, stopping on a piece of grass.
Two steps further, you will reach the top of the cliff, which has lost its appearance. He once practiced swordsmanship here.
In a flash, the cave under the mountain wall is still there.
Cai Qi was silent for a few seconds, then walked in like a living person.
Entering the cave was a long and narrow passage. He took his time and walked along the relatively well-preserved cave wall.
At first, there was wind. Then, as we turned around, there was no flowing air.
What caught the eye was a small grotto, which was dark and dull inside.
Of course, in his eyes, night and day are no different.
Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the grotto is a well-proportioned old body that has endured for thousands of years.
His beard and hair are all white, and his skin is dry but crystal clear. He looks particularly fairy-like. Under the smooth skin, there seems to be slow and heavy blood flowing.
Was it successful?
Cai Qi looked at the body of a Taoist who should not have existed. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. Is he the current Cai Qi or a Taoist from the Song Dynasty?
This was a dream of his, or a dream of a Taoist from the Song Dynasty.
He succeeded and was at a loss.
Looking at the familiar face of this corpse, looking at the long sword lying across his knees.
Cai Qi's Yin spirit moved, and he made a magic hand seal, and wisps of mysterious light lingered and fell into the body of the Taoist.
When he was about to die in the Song Dynasty, his Taoism was no weaker than the innate state, and he could use mundane things to peek into the innate state. How could he just let himself die like this?
If he really went back to ancient times and was thousands of years away from the spiritual energy tide, then with some careful planning, he might be able to recover in the future.
If this was Huang Liang's dream, then when he woke up, he would regard it as a big dream of eternity, passing by in a flash.
And now, the expected third situation has happened.
Therefore, he first explored the body of the Taoist to see if a Yin God had been born.
Plop——
Plop——
There was a tiny sound beating, like a heartbeat, but the beating sound was heavy and slow.
Cai Qi put down his Yinshen arm, and the body made of moonlight gradually dimmed. His plan in the Song Dynasty succeeded, but also failed.
The success lies in the wonderful Xuan Gong, which breaks the mysterious point of life and death in the physical body, and spends thousands of years like a living corpse that does not wither.
This place is very magical. There are dragon veins hidden in the underground cave, and there is the power of strange art and cosmic light. Mysterious skills that have been studied for a hundred years have maintained the inner breath for thousands of years and protected the immortality of the physical body.
The failure is that the Yin Shen has Qi but no spirit. After two years of spiritual energy tides, it only makes the body more spiritual and cannot regenerate the Yin Shen.
In the end, the realm is still not enough. If the realm is enough, even if you die, you can recall your true spirit and extend your life for a lifetime.
After sealing his seal and drawing his body back, Cai Qi stepped forward and penetrated the Taoist's head.
Entering the body, the familiar senses are still there. Whether it is the structure of the body or the thoughts of Yang Shen, they are exactly the same as in the memory.
It's just that compared to him a thousand years ago, his current body is too powerful, a thousand times stronger than the physical body in this world that just broke through the innate.
There are 1,296 large orifices that channel spirits. The thoughts of Yang Shen are powerful and reside among more than a hundred small orifices among the large orifices.
The meridians are broad and perfect, and the eight extraordinary meridians are unobstructed. The inner breath that has been running for thousands of years is like a trickle, but it has revived independently under the nourishment of spiritual energy. It is unknown how much stronger it is in terms of quality.
Under the rotation of the offerings of essence and energy, the three talents move together, and the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit are constantly rotating and blending.
The physical body that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly revived on its own. Twisted fluctuations appeared around him, and majestic spiritual energy overflowed from the cave sky, making up for the lack and consumption of his body.
Is his current state innate? Or is he a celestial being?
Cai Qi couldn't judge. He only knew that he could destroy mountains and rivers with just his thoughts. His actual sword intention was enough to cut off everything. His physical body and mystical skills could be transformed into gods. He could change his size as he wished. Even a severed limb could be reborn again.
In such a state, is it possible to face them head-on?
That being who controls all living things in the world, that being whose face spans the entire starry sky, what does his current appearance mean to them, a bigger ant?
The Taoist from the Song Dynasty opened his eyes, picked up the long sword from his legs, and walked out of the cave step by step.
From here, we will look at the stars in Kunlun and guard one side of the human world.
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At the Institute of Spiritual Cultivation, Xinjin Xiantian's sermon has ended, and many practitioners may have gained something, but they all left after thanking them one by one.
The spiritual researchers fully listened to the "opinions" of the person involved and then all retreated.
Cai Qi straightened his clothes and walked towards the director's office of the Institute of Spirituality with a calm expression on his face.
Bang bang bang——
The crisp and unhurried sound penetrated the wooden door and spread inside, shaking the air and alerting the anxious middle-aged man.
He stroked his forehead, looked at the details in the text, and tried to explain the person's thoughts.
"Come in." The director, whose hair was bald and about the size of his thumb, closed the documents and responded.
Click——
Cai Qi, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, opened the door and walked in. After closing the door, he walked closer and sat in front of the director.
"Is something wrong?" The director was a little confused. He had just broken through Xiantian, shouldn't he go back to stabilize his cultivation first?