Gou asks for longevity in another world

After Fairy Wenqin left, Dengdao Mountain returned to calm.

He didn't feel lonely on this mountain alone.

For him.

No matter how exciting things once were, they were all just a temporary thing.

But it can be regarded as a kind of seasoning on the road to seeking immortality.

Occasionally, when I have nothing to do, I might try something.

Rather, it is all in his quest for Tao.

Even insignificant!

Currently.

The most important thing for him is to practice hard.

The more you approach the Tao, the more you understand. Only then did I feel more and more insignificant.

The avenue is vast, when can we be called immortals? !
  In the first year after Fairy Wenqin left, he practiced hard in seclusion.

In the second year, I also practiced in seclusion.

That is.

The speed of spiritual consciousness improvement was suddenly much slower than when Fairy Wenqin was still there.

This huge gap can be described as a world of difference, just like practicing with medicine and practicing without medicine.

It also took him several years to adapt again.

His current spiritual consciousness is no less than one hundred and eighty miles away, and the distance from two hundred miles is only a mere ten miles away.

This also shows the improvement that Jinghongqu brought him.

However, this improvement is highest during the first dual cultivation.

The subsequent improvements were not so exaggerated.

But the key is to be able to repeat this practice over and over again.

Its value may even be greater than the effects that several ordinary spiritual species can bring to him.

From this we can see the effect and value of this stunning song by Fairy Wenqin.

Very high, very high!

His investment and transaction are no longer considered losses.

For him, he has even made a lot of money now.

The improvement of spiritual consciousness is much more difficult than the improvement of mana.

Even if.

For him.

For any high-level monk in the world of immortality.

Every ten or one mile of improvement in spiritual consciousness is a matter of joy.

Although the spiritual consciousness will inevitably improve with the improvement of realm and mana, this improvement is very small and quite slow.

When breaking through the bottlenecks of big realms and small realms.

Divine consciousness is also a very important thing! !

. .

In retreat on the mountain.

Three years, four years, ten years... they were all leaving him.

In the blink of an eye, it has been thirty years since Fairy Wenqin left the sect and went to another realm to cultivate immortality, and she has never come back during these thirty years.

Thirty years is not a long time for the old monster who transforms into gods. The time spent in one retreat may be much longer than that.

These rotten peach trees on Dendao Mountain have been ripe and rotten for thirty years.

The top of the mountain is already covered with fallen leaves and rotten peaches.

It can be seen that the owner on the top of the mountain may not have been out for many years.

A retreat lasts for thirty years. He is really capable of staying at home.

Maybe this is not called being a homebody but simply not being so sensitive to time.

It's like a god-transformation monk who doesn't care about a few minor spirits in his body, if there are any.

Not to mention lower spirits, even middle spirits and upper spirits, none of them have much value to the old monsters who transform into gods, except for the extreme spirits.

This thing is also of great value to the gods. At the same time, it is also the main currency among the gods.

A mere downer.

Time is even less valuable to him than this.

Thirty years of seclusion is far from his limit, and it's not that he thinks thirty years is too long, but in this year, his fourth-level high-grade pure spirit grass finally upgraded to the fifth level.

Level five!
  It has been a long time of several thousand years since the time when the spirit in the Heavenly Spirit World was weak to now, right? !

For thousands of years.

Even for him, this kind of time still seems long.

During the year he was in seclusion.

The Pure Spirit Grass that he first started cultivating has finally reached this stage.

Not easy.

It's not easy!
  He didn't expect that he would actually see this thing reach such a high level in his "lifetime".

Gu Changsheng burst into tears.

The fifth-level Pure Spirit Grass has not changed much.

It's just very high.

It went up a lot.

It is almost as tall as the tallest mountain in the cave.

Look from bottom to top.

As if connecting heaven and earth!
  After this pure spirit grass, which was the earliest cultivated and the highest grade, entered the fifth level, the amount of spiritual energy it could spit out increased significantly.

It's almost the same as a third-level spiritual vein.

One tree can hold up countless trees.

This is just so much spiritual energy that he has swallowed up on his own initiative.

If he injects spiritual energy into it every day by losing life and replenishing spiritual energy, the amount of spiritual energy he can absorb can go up to a higher level.

It’s almost the same as a fourth-order spiritual vein in the outside world of immortality!
  The fourth level spiritual vein can accommodate multiple Nascent Soul cultivators to practice in it.

and.

The spiritual energy breathed out by the Pure Spirit Grass is very pure.

Even more so for some plants and trees!

A fifth-level pure spirit grass.

It cost him an unknown amount of his life.

It took three to four hundred years to achieve the goal of becoming a god.

Including the many years of investment before becoming a god.

Even though he is now in the state of becoming a god.

It would take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, to ripen such a fifth-level pure spirit grass? !
  hiss.

You must know that if he wants to ripen ordinary fifth-level elixirs, it will only take about ten years at most. He can ripen one plant, but with the Pure Spirit Grass, there are so many at once.

The difference is hundreds of times.

And the effect is not that shocking.

It won't even have a big impact on the world of immortality. How can the world of immortality lack such a third-level spiritual vein?
  One more and one less actually makes little difference.

Even the fourth-level spiritual veins in the outside world are not able to penetrate his eyes of transformation into gods. This is because the treasure of the sea lacks spiritual energy in the cave.

otherwise.

It would be impossible for him to even look at this kind of Pure Spirit Grass.

What rubbish!
  After the fifth level of Pure Spirit Grass, it can still be improved further.

seem.

It's the same as having no upper limit.

However, it would take him thousands of years to mature even the fifth level. If it were higher than the fifth level, ten thousand years would probably not be enough.

Ten thousand years.

Even he felt it was a headache.

So, it is not that he is insensitive to time, but that he is insensitive to the too little time within a hundred years? !
  After thirty years of seclusion in the mountains, he finally came out of the cave.

Do the math.

Only then did I realize that thirty years had passed.

His eyes and expression were all calm, but he was only thirty years old.

He didn't feel much.

Walk out of the cave and onto the top of the mountain.

He glanced up at the top of his head.

"Twenty-eight strands." He murmured softly.

In a blink of an eye.

It has been more than two hundred years since the war between the two races ended.

then.

Most of the spiritual seeds he once spread out in the world of immortality have probably completely degenerated now.

Anyway, during these years in seclusion, he could feel that the growth rate of his luck was getting slower and slower.

Now, the growth that can be brought about has been approaching nothing.

Mortals and low-level immortal cultivators in the world of immortality will never be short of it, just like the weeds that pop up every time.

For more than two hundred years.

These low-level populations in the three domains have already recovered gradually.

It is no longer the withered scene of the past.

But in the world of cultivating immortals, it is not these low-level monks and population that can determine the rise and fall, but the high-level cultivators.    In this world where great power belongs to itself.

No matter how many low-level monks there are, they can't really determine anything.

On top of the mountain.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the entire mountain.

The entire Taoist sect's scene is vaguely visible here.

as.

It's like looking at a landscape painting.

And he is like an outsider outside this painting.

A person who appreciates paintings, observes paintings, and makes paintings from the outside, but is not the person in the painting.

He is Jiang Li, but not completely.

Jiang Li is the ancestor of Taoism, but he is not.

This may be contradictory.

But not very contradictory.

He put his hands into his sleeves and looked at them for who knows how long before waving away.

Quiet and restless, he walked around the sect.

But he didn't even show his face, nor did he alert anyone in the sect.

In a situation where an old monster who transformed into a god wanted to hide.

Even these Yuanying elders within the sect may not be able to see it.

Only three to four hundred years have passed since he became a god within the sect.

But it seems that it has been more than three or four hundred years.

Most of the disciples he saw after entering the sect have withered away in these years.

Even the Yuanying elders are no exception.

Three or four hundred years passed.

There were very few people in the sect who seemed familiar to him.

And most of them are senile and have reached their twilight years.

It’s as if time hasn’t passed three or four hundred years.

It's like a long, long time has passed.

In his three or four hundred years.

But it is the whole life or most of the lives of so many disciples in the sect.

He didn't think it was that long.

It seems so obvious to these people.

It is obvious that the young man has a beautiful hair and the genius has bowed his waist.

It was as if there was someone who seemed slightly familiar to him in the Sutra Pavilion just now, and he could vaguely face a figure in his memory many years ago.

What seems to be the second question about the heart? !
  Although he has reached the Nascent Soul realm, he is still in his twilight years.

And it's just that I vaguely seem to have seen such a person in my memory.

And there are not many such figures in the entire sect.

"Time."

He sighed slightly in the Sutra Pavilion.

Then leave! !
  And in the Taoist Sutra Pavilion.

A certain figure with gray hair suddenly opened his groggy eyes.

He just seemed to hear a sigh from within the Sutra Pavilion.

However, when I scanned my consciousness, I saw nothing in the Sutra Pavilion.

There were only figures of a group of disciples browsing inside.

There was nothing different between the spiritual consciousness's scans back and forth.

"Did you hear that wrong?"

The white-haired old man muttered this to himself.

But he somehow felt that the voice he just heard vaguely seemed familiar.

But for a moment I didn’t really think about it.

I just had a vague feeling that it might be someone familiar to me.

"It's old."

The white-haired old man shook his head, walked back to his rocking chair, withdrew his consciousness from the Sutra Pavilion, and his eyes turned groggy again.

And just at this time.

He seemed to have spotted a figure in the corner of his vision.

This figure...

Look at this figure that has disappeared into the corner of the corner.

He suddenly froze.

It took a long time before he came back to his senses.

There were several indescribable emotions in his groggy eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago.

On the top of Daowao Mountain.

At that time, the young man's figure was so stunning that he caught his sight.

It covered up the high-spirited figure on the top of Wendao Mountain when he was young.

And after all these years.

He already looked old, but this young man still looked the same as before.

This is the transformation of gods.

pity.

He was afraid that he would never see the future of this figure again.

. .

After wandering around the sect for such a long time, he returned to the top of the mountain.

There weren't many old acquaintances in the entire sect that seemed familiar to him, and even if they were, they were all gray-haired and senile.

It is estimated that these will all fade away in a few years.

It's no wonder that some old monsters in the world of immortality are indifferent to emotions.

Is it strange that there is no one close to you in the world anymore, and your feelings gradually become indifferent?

Not surprising.

That is to say, he has long been used to this.

When he first became a god, he spent a lot of time in the Sutra Pavilion.

ashamed.

Even now, he has not personally copied down all the things in the sect's Sutra Pavilion.

It's just a copy of some relatively important ones.

Probably less than one-tenth of the total number.

The information recorded in the Sutra Pavilion is vast.

It is estimated that even if an old monster transforms into a god, he will not eat or drink for the rest of his life.

Just copy it by hand.

It is impossible to copy them all.

This is bound to take a very, very long time.

Fortunately.

He has already recorded all these contents through other things.

He has time.

One day I will be able to copy it completely one after another.

The premise is that he will not get any more messy ancient books from the world of immortality.

But is this possible?

It will probably be something he will be busy with for the rest of his life.

of course.

This is just something that happens when you have nothing to do.

It will not delay his usual practice.

What an old monster.

How can you be called a weirdo without some weird hobbies? !

of course.

Maybe it's not just a hobby, maybe it's also a way to maintain himself for a long time?
  I'm afraid no one can understand it except himself.

After returning to Dendao Mountain, he began to fall into seclusion again.

Of course, it is no longer just a retreat for several decades.

Occasionally, I would come out of the cave on the mountain to take a look.

It can also be considered to regulate some physical and mental health and mood.

in fact.

Even the old monster who transforms into a god rarely has a retreat that lasts for tens or even hundreds of years.

The body can withstand such a retreat.

But the mind is not necessarily so, and it may be half the result with half the effort.

My mind is full of distracting thoughts.

(End of this chapter)