Zhang Ling was rapidly flying through the sky, covering two hundred miles in a short time. Only then did he slow his escape light and glance back with a troubled expression.
He had sensed a somewhat special look in Dongfang Ya's eyes when she looked at him earlier. It seemed... well. "Heh, why think so much?"
Frowning a few times, Zhang Ling shook his head and continued to fly quickly.
Half a day later, he was still flying in the Black Cloud Desert.
Looking at the still present environment of ten thousand miles of yellow sand below, Zhang Ling's escape light flashed, and he changed direction, plunging downwards, directly entering the sand layer.
He traveled all the way to a thousand zhang below ground. Zhang Ling released a ball of yellow sand, spreading it in all directions. Within a few breaths, he created a large space.
Half a day was not enough to fly back to the Immortal City, and the Mystifying God Fruit, a spiritual fruit of this kind, could not be delayed any longer.
Therefore, he planned to consume this fruit here.
Of course, this was not a safe place, and necessary protection was still needed. With a thought, an oval-shaped triangular stone appeared in his hand.
This was precisely the Sumeru Grotto-Heaven that originally belonged to the Blood Demon Loose Practitioner.
A burst of spiritual power struck it, and the stone shimmered with spiritual light. The entire stone rapidly grew larger.
In the blink of an eye, it grew to over a hundred zhang tall, like a small mountain, and landed on the ground. A layer of white mist swirled around it.
A small path emerged from the mist, and the black-faced youth who was the transformed Xuan Tortoise walked out.
Zhang Ling nodded at the Xuan Tortoise and entered this misty mountain.
The Xuan Tortoise temporarily stayed outside to protect him.
Walking along the small path towards the mountain, he could see several spiritual fields on both sides.
Having such a Sumeru Grotto-Heaven was very convenient; he had transplanted many of his rare spiritual herbs onto it.
Reaching the summit, Zhang Ling entered a well-equipped cave dwelling. He went directly into the cultivation quiet room.
Waving his hand, he cast a Water Spirit Art, washing away the dust and dirt from his body. Then, he changed his attire.
Sitting cross-legged on a yellow futon, Zhang Ling flicked his hand, and a jade box floated before him, containing a fist-sized fruit.
The Mystifying God Fruit was enveloped in a layer of milky white spiritual light, and the color of the fruit peel was a mix of white and yellow, resembling a pear. However, it had some colorful small spots, flashing with spiritual light.
With a gentle sniff, he could smell a faint fruity fragrance, giving a refreshing feeling.
Zhang Ling calmed his mind and consumed the Mystifying God Fruit.
As soon as he swallowed the spiritual fruit, a cool sensation spread throughout his body, making his consciousness very clear. But gradually, the cool feeling became warm, and there was also a burning sensation from within.
He did not know how long this feeling lasted, but Zhang Ling felt his consciousness become somewhat chaotic, as if he were drunk.
He shook his head a few times, and double images appeared before his eyes. Even his divine sense was somewhat unable to condense and gather.
He did not know how long this feeling lasted, but an unusual blush appeared on his body. Zhang Ling's consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.
It was as if he were really drunk.
...
In his intoxicated state, many chaotic scenes floated into Zhang Ling's mind.
There were his childhood experiences, the confusion of becoming a cultivator, and the fear during life-and-death crises. And that hint of arrogance in his heart after achieving the Nascent Soul stage.
These constantly changing thoughts were like illusions. However, Zhang Ling still knew where he was and was not affected by these changing thoughts.
However, he did not know that due to the turning of thoughts in his heart, the spiritual power on his body also changed, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
His cultivation realm actually showed a state of instability. Sometimes it directly dropped to the Qi Refining stage, and sometimes the spiritual pressure on his body broke through to the Nascent Soul middle stage.
Even more strangely, at this time in his sea of consciousness, the nascent soul also transformed into his phantom, swaying and drifting in the endless sea of consciousness.
The cultivator's sea of consciousness is originally without boundaries. This is the space transformed by the cultivator's consciousness, and the divine sense is emitted from here.
As the nascent soul also became intoxicated, Zhang Ling's feeling of himself became weaker and weaker.
Gradually, he lost his memory and did not know who he was. The nascent soul also turned into the appearance of a child, wandering around in the sea of consciousness.
He did not know how long this state lasted, but Zhang Ling's nascent soul seemed to have grown a little, and the originally misty scene in the sea of consciousness changed into many things accordingly.
First, there were ordinary things such as mountains, rivers, sun, moon, grass, and trees. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ling was in a valley, watching the white clouds change and smelling the fragrance of grass and trees.
He felt like a newborn baby, curiously sensing these things.
He did not know how long he stayed in this illusory valley.
Until one day, he had the idea of going out and left the illusory valley.
Outside the valley was still a vast expanse of white, without anything.
But Zhang Ling curiously looked around and walked around. He did not know how long he walked when he suddenly saw an old man.
The old man was wearing a linen shirt and sat under a dead tree, holding a book in his hand and chanting something.
Seeing the old man, Zhang Ling felt a sense of familiarity and closeness in his heart. So he walked over.
But the old man seemed unable to see him and just looked at the book in his hand.
Zhang Ling shouted, wanting to attract the old man's attention, but to no avail.
Then he patiently watched the book in the old man's hand. He saw many vague words on it, making it difficult to see clearly.
However, the old man's voice clearly entered his ears. "Heaven and earth are profound and yellow, the universe is vast and desolate, the sun and moon are full and waning,..."
Zhang Ling unknowingly followed along and recited it. Unknowingly, the vague words on the book became clear.
It was as if he had opened a new world. He recognized many words.
At this time, the old man seemed to see him too, and asked with a kind smile. "Do you have a name?"
"What is that?"
In the following period of time, Zhang Ling would go to the old man. The name Zhang Ling was also given to him by the old man.
Until one day, the old man disappeared, he was lost for a while and left there.
Walking farther and farther in the vast space, he did not know how long it took before he came to a valley again. In that valley, he encountered a magical vine.
From this, many memories of cultivators appeared in his mind.
Since then, he embarked on the path of cultivation. The memory became clearer and clearer.
Time also passed quickly, and unknowingly he had become a Nascent Soul cultivator. He even found the Mystifying God Fruit in an adventure and took it, and his cultivation broke through quickly.
But it did not end here.
He devoted himself to cultivation, bitter cultivation in seclusion, and at one moment, he finally broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage.
The realm of the late Nascent Soul stage in the human world is the top batch. At such cultivation, there are very few things in the human world that can threaten him.
After that, he lived freely in the cultivation world for hundreds of years.
But Zhang Ling was not satisfied and wanted to break through to the legendary God Transformation realm. He explored the secret realms in the cultivation world everywhere, looking for various spiritual medicine resources, hoping to break through.
During this period, he resolved several life-and-death situations. He obtained many opportunities.
Finally, before his lifespan was exhausted, he closed the door of life and death and broke through to the God Transformation stage.
"Haha."
At the moment of breakthrough, Zhang Ling laughed wildly, and his whole body's spiritual power oscillated. He was in a space, and countless light spots transformed from the spiritual power of heaven and earth converged on his body.
He seemed to have endless power, and his wild laughter shook the world.
Suddenly, he raised one hand and a shining flying sword appeared in his hand and slashed upwards.
A dazzling sword light instantly cut through the sky above his head, pulling out a long trace. It actually formed a space crack hundreds of miles wide.
This space crack lay across the sky. It was as if the sky had been split open.
Countless flashing spiritual lights flew out of the crack, forming a layer of colored whirlwind, blowing a strong airflow in the world.
The mountains, rivers, and rivers below were shaken, the earth cracked, and the rivers and lakes flowed backward.
Looking for a scene of the earth cracking and the earth collapsing.
Zhang Ling smiled slightly, and lightly raised one hand to the sky, a huge yellow palm hit the sky.
With a earth-shattering loud noise, the crack that was unfolded in the sky shattered into countless tiny black holes. Colliding with each other, it actually healed.
At the same time, he pressed his other hand down, and a five-color spiritual light fell into the earth.
The collapsed mountains and rivers quickly returned to their original state under the power of some kind of rule.
At this moment, Zhang Ling felt that he could control all the power in the world.
He immediately came up with the idea of ascending to the Spirit World.
As soon as the idea arose, the entire sky rumbled, and a large area of colored clouds spread out in the originally empty sky.
The colored clouds gathered thicker and thicker, turning gray-black. Silver-white lightning bolts shuttled through it. Between the flashes of lightning, thick lightning bolts fell.
"Thunder Tribulation."
This seemed to be the Ascension Heavenly Tribulation, Zhang Ling muttered, chuckled, and did not mean to worry at all.
He directly sat cross-legged in the sky, and five-color light spots floated out of his body, and in an instant, they gathered into a thousand-zhang-high, nascent soul phantom.
This phantom had three heads and six arms, wearing golden armor. Holding gourds, flags, copper rings, golden swords, and other treasures exuding powerful spiritual power fluctuations in his hands. A huge blue dragon was wrapped around his body, which was very mighty.
The gourd flashed with five-color spiritual light, gently shaking, and turned into five different-colored gourds, a large area of yellow sand, a large area of flames, and streams of black water emerged from it.
From the black flag, a yin evil aura rushed out, and countless ghost shadows gathered into a dark cloud.
The golden sword flew out of his hand, and a tiger roar came out, turning into a huge white tiger, roaring at the silver thunder falling from the top of its head.
A powerful sonic wave hard-shattered countless lightning bolts.
The nascent soul phantom, using other treasures also showed their power, and easily passed this heavenly tribulation.
After the heavenly tribulation, the bell rang. A burst of fairy music entered his ears. A piece of glow descended from the top of his head, and true dragon celestial phoenix and other auspicious beasts coiled in the glow.
Zhang Ling was bathed in the glow, and his cultivation soared. In the blink of an eye, he reached the late stage of God Transformation.
Immediately afterwards, a soft cry entered his ears, and this glow turned into white jade-like ladders, all the way into the void.
A fairy crane flew down from the void. Directly lifted his body and flew all the way up.
The whistling gust of wind, five-color flames, and other visions surrounded his body, and Zhang Ling remained motionless.
Fly all the way into the void.
The void was dark and lightless, but in a moment, dazzling light appeared in front of him, stabbing Zhang Ling unable to open his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ling felt a sense of weightlessness, and the fairy crane under his feet had disappeared.
He fell from the void, and he quickly cast a spell, wanting to use means, but suddenly found that the spiritual power on his body was out of control, and the many exercises and secret techniques he had practiced seemed to have lost their effect at this moment.
He kept falling down, falling into the endless darkness.
...
In the cultivation quiet room, Zhang Ling suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the ground, his eyes were full of light and shadow, full of trance.
He seemed to have experienced the heavenly tribulation and ascended to the Spirit World just now. He could still vaguely remember his power when he was crossing the thunder tribulation just now.
However, at this moment, he rubbed his head and felt that he had not become stronger, but rather a little weak.
Zhang Ling sat there blankly, his eyes blank. After a long time, he laughed. "Hehe, it turned out to be a beautiful dream."
What cultivation advanced greatly, broke through to the God Transformation stage. It even attracted the Ascension Heavenly Tribulation.
All of this was just a dream he had.
After becoming a high-level cultivator, Zhang Ling rarely slept. This sleep really made him feel deeply.
He was still in the cultivation quiet room, and his cultivation was naturally still in the early stage of Nascent Soul. There was also a layer of hot sweat on his body, and he was hot all over.
After exhaling a long breath, Zhang Ling's mind calmed down. He sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes, carefully sensing his current situation.
A whole day passed before Zhang Ling stood up again. Two fingers swiped in front of him, and the earth spiritual power coiled around his fingers instantly turned into black-blue spiritual power, drawing a water mirror in front of him.
This was a small water attribute spell, he had not practiced it. But at this moment, it was as if he had practiced it countless times, and he did it instantly.
The water mirror reflected his current face. It looked like his face was a little black and red.
Zhang Ling smiled, and used the Water Spirit Art again, washing his entire body. Looking at his face, it was white and red, with a baby-like texture.
The black and red complexion just now was just a layer of impurities on his body.
After the cultivator condenses the golden core, the impurities in the body are basically discharged.
He had the Nascent Soul cultivation, but he did not expect to be able to discharge so many impurities.
It can be seen that this Mystifying God Fruit is indeed as rumored. It has a powerful effect of Yi Jin and marrow washing.
In addition, there is a wisp of slender five-color spiritual power constantly coiled in his dantian at this moment, and this wisp of spiritual power gathers but does not disperse.
The earth spiritual power he practiced has the effect of being refined after being entangled by this wisp of spiritual power.
At the same time, his cultivation has also increased slightly, although it is still the initial realm. But it is only half a step away from the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Zhang Ling felt that he would break through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul in less than ten years.
This feeling was not an exaggeration, but recalling the cultivation realm in the dream just now, he seemed to have broken through once.
Although it was in a dream, the invisible layer of bottleneck has been passed.
That is, he has no bottleneck in cultivation now, and as long as he condenses spiritual power, he can naturally break through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
This is the greatest effect of the Soul-Bewitching Fruit.
Zhang Ling stayed in the quiet room for another two hours before walking outside.
