A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

The golden symbol on the ice wall, which was supposed to sparkle with a faint glow, lit up.

Then the silky white light in the ice peak wandered one by one, and it turned into a very tall dwarf.

The little man's eyes were closed, he was glossy, and he looked just like the old man in the white robe.

The old man outside the ice peak saw this, his arms lifted, one finger slightly between his eyebrows.

“Pu Pu”!

A milky white filament lasered out of it, and after flashing, a hole penetrated the ice wall and disappeared into the dwarf's forehead.

After a slight movement in the complexion of the dwarf, his eyes slowly opened.

A pair of pupil light fluctuates and is the color of red gold.

“Thank you for your hard work, but it's finally done. As long as we can get the Silk of Light, we can shorten the time for refining this guy down there by half. In that case, I can also relieve myself. Otherwise, if it really takes tens of thousands of years to refine, I'm afraid there will be something else unforeseeable.” The dwarf slowly said that his voice was exactly the same as that of the white robe.

“It really is, naturally the best. But those Thunder Night Talismans are a bit unfortunate. These figurines were meant to be left to a few greatly valued descendants of the tribe to help them survive several robberies.” The old man sighed.

“There's no way out of this. Originally brought down from the Immortal Realm some spiritual charms and dandruff without the lower realm, after so many years and several catastrophes of the family, it is now consumed seven, seven, eight, eight. There are only a few thunderbolts left to impress these large multipliers. However, it was a very unexpected thing that the ancestors of Shixin had fallen and instead came to the two great multipliers of the people. Han Li, the two great multipliers, was the same day and Qianqiu they entered the demonic realm together.” Jinmuang flashed a few times in the small man's eyes, "he said.

“It is indeed a great multiplier for this newcomer. On that day, they didn't know what had happened to them in the demonic realm. Chiaki and the others had all fallen and died. Only this man had retreated, and when he returned to the spiritual realm, he passed through the sky and became a great multiplier. He also easily struck a great multiplier of the Night Forks at the Great Multiplier Ceremony. His strength was far from comparable to that of an ordinary Grand Multiplier Brother.“ The old man in the white robe revealed a certain amount of coarseness and seemed to be explaining to the dwarf, as if he were talking to himself.

“It seems that this human boy really entered the Spirit Pool and devoured the Pure Spirit Lotus, otherwise he would not have such strength. That's fine! The greater the divinity, the greater the score will be when entering the Little Hurong Realm to gain the grasp of the Silk of Light.” The dwarf shrugged back.

“That's what I thought. Otherwise, Mojan would have come with the words of the Ozzou ancestor, and I would never have easily promised them a deal.” The old man in white smiled softly.

“Well, now that things are going well, let's just keep going. I must purify Jinxian's soul now, and leave everything out there to you to deal with. Those people don't have to wake me up anymore unless they come out of Little Shura.” The old man in the white robe said without any hesitation.

“Okay, you can just refine it with peace of mind. You and I are one, and if you can refine the Immortal Soul Dan quickly, I will benefit immensely.” The old man in the white robe smiled, single-handedly pinched, one finger pounding a little emptiness in the ice wall.

“Bang" sound!

The dwarf nodded only, and his body should be acoustically nodded and the light disappeared.

The old man then turned around, did not see any movement, his feet flashed with spiritual light, and the transmission light array appeared on its own.

After a buzz, the old man disappeared vaguely from the space.

……

True Immortal Realm, on an endless continent, a neat square of spiritual fields is being served by countless farmers dressed in yellow vigour.

If you look closely, these “peasants” have the same face and look at Mune as a living humanoid puppet.

Most of these spiritual fields are planted with a huge rice grain with a thick mouth of the main stem bowl, which exudes an unimaginable purity of spirituality and can be spiritually reinvigorated with a sip.

In the void of more than a hundred fathers on the farm, there is a huge cloud of colors, sitting on top of it a man wearing a robe and carrying a variety of objects.

Together, one or two or three of them, young and old alike, are dressed as street children, patrolling over large areas of spiritual fields, and from time to time prompt objects in their hands to release a clear rain under their bodies to pour down the spiritual fields below.

At higher altitudes, however, there is a sea of rolling mist, sweeping down, unable to see the edges, as if to cover the entire continent.

And just below the misty sea of Lingtian, a spiritual bird and a spiritual beast are traveling in and out of the misty sea, carrying some people dressed in different clothes.

suddenly a dragon roar rolls over!

The sky flashed with crystalline light, and a hundred long blue ice flashes emerged.

As soon as the wind thundered around, the blue ice flashed over this spiritual field.

Such a huge thing, if the spiritual realm appeared in public in front of ordinary beings, I'm afraid not to scatter the frightened soul, it would also attract countless light attention.

But most of it is ignored by the “farmers” who serve the spiritual fields below, as well as by the road children who fuel the clouds.

Occasionally, several Taoists looked up and immediately lowered their heads.

Only two red-toothed teenagers, around the age of twelve and three, showed a slight expression of surprise after seeing the ice in the sky on a cloud of spirit.

“Isn't that away from the grownups! How could the Immortal Palace, which had just left the previous day, have returned so quickly?” A Taoist muttered.

“Looking away from such a hasty appearance of an adult, it seems certain that something important is being done, and it doesn't seem to be going very well.” Another Taoist.

“Maybe. However, far from the strength of adults, we can rank among the top 100 in the Jinhan Immortal Palace. There is nothing we can do in this immortal domain. Tsk, if a disciple like you and I could get away from some of the adult's pointers, but heavenly makeup.” The first Taoist “Tsk” said.

“Stop dreaming, disciples like you and I are only the lowest order of existence in the Immortal Palace, half disciples are miscellaneous service, how can you love such existence without adults? However, Brother, my soul has condensed 70% of the fire. Maybe I can pass the test in the next general election to become a pupil. By then, you will no longer have to waste your time waiting for the commonplace.” The second Taoist bowed his mouth and looked down at the jade in his hand and suddenly had some vision.

“What, 70% of my brother's true body is on fire, I just reached 50%. Looks like we're going to be practicing. If you can't become a class disciple in a few more years, I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the lower realm.” The first Taoist child was surprised and a little scared when he heard the story.

“It's not bad to go to the Lower World. It was said that all but one could not live forever.“ The second Taoist boy said with a smile, very old man.

“I don't want to go to the lower realm. I must be a disciple of character like my brother.” The first Taoist child was absolutely unusual.

“In that case, the brother really needs to push harder. If the true body cannot be condensed within five years, those deacons in the Immortal Palace will not be merciless.” When the second Taoist child saw this, he smiled unconsciously and said seriously.

“Many thanks for your advice, brother will definitely try.” The first Taoist child nodded continuously.

Just as the two Taoists whispered, the blue ice at high altitude stuck behind a tail and stuck one end in the fog sea and flew all the way to higher altitudes.

In an instant, tens of thousands of highs were flown.

The fog swept away, the blue ice swept out, and another spiritual world appeared in front of it.

There are hundreds of peaks, big and small, floating densely over the misty sea.

These mountain peaks are tens of thousands of feet, just three or four thousand small, but each of them is covered with wonderful flowers and grass, and some beautiful pavilions have been built on it.

Between the peaks, an arched rainbow connects, and from time to time, some men and women in long-shirts float over it.

What a beautiful view of the heavens.

The blue ice howled and twisted, passing from mountain to mountain.

As soon as it flashed past several mountain peaks, the ice cream reached the center of the mountains.

There, clusters of more than a dozen mountain peaks float around a huge palace like a city pool.

The palace is golden and glorious, with countless bullets hovering around the entire palace. At the gates of more than a thousand tall towers, you can see some armed golden armor, and a silver plaque hanging high above it, with the inscription “Golden Han Immortal Palace” four huge gold letters.

Blue ice cream a blur, just came to the front of the palace gate, the body surface light converged, fantasized into a tall, skinny black face Taoist.

Dressed in a gorgeous gown, he held a silver silk dust in his hand, without a hint of fireworks all over his body.

And a few of the golden armored warriors standing in front of the palace immediately greeted them, and one of the best-looking armored men, after a brief bow, asked in a humble manner:

“My lord, you are now at the Palace of Immortals. Can I help you? ”

“I have an important meeting with the palace master.” The black-faced Taoist said without thinking.

“This isn't convenient, is it? Today is not a day of deliberation, and the palace master should be practicing in closed confinement, not easily seeing any adults.” This Koshi showed an embarrassing look.

Blackface smelled, his face sank, just about to say something more, suddenly a majestic voice rang in both ears at once.

“Don't stop, let Ming come in to see me. I was looking for him. ”

“Yes, palace master! Please come in, my lord.” Koshi was shocked and hugged his fist with his hands, then hurriedly backed away on one side. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)