Ten years of solitude and arduous practice have finally yielded the best results.
Lin Yi was overjoyed. He strolled casually on the East Pole Peak. Occasionally, the young disciples who were in charge of managing the palace or the handymen who looked after the medicinal fields would see him, but they would disappear in the blink of an eye.
What should we do next?
After thinking about it, Lin Yi decided that waiting was the best option.
Three years later, in the rear hall of the Golden Sun Hall, the main hall of the Haoyang Sect, Lin Yi met his master and received a magical artifact, the Soul-Suppressing Lock.
This is a magical artifact specifically designed to calm and control the mind, crafted from a variety of rare materials.
"On the path of cultivation, we should support each other. Now, your master can't help you much anymore. How you walk the road ahead depends entirely on your own efforts."
Lin Yi could sense that his master had reached the level of Yin Yin giving birth to Yang, but because the Haoyang Sect's foundation was too shallow and there was no suitable ghost cultivation method, he had never undergone the tribulation of lightning.
The Ghost Immortal endured nine tribulations of lightning in his quest to attain the Great Dao of Yang God.
Thunder is the most violent force in nature, combining creation and destruction. The tribulation of ghost immortals is the sublimation of life, but also a call to death.
Lin Yi chose a new world: the Yangshen World.
It is perfectly normal for a fourth-level cultivator to descend the mountain to travel and seek opportunities for a breakthrough.
Lin Yi left the Baiyang Mountains and wandered aimlessly, eventually choosing a secluded, deserted hill where he set up a concealing formation before embarking on a new journey.
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After late autumn, although it did not snow, the cold air grew heavier day by day.
The harshness of winter can be felt from the long, thick, crystal-clear icicles, as sharp as swords, hanging from the eaves of every house in Yujing City.
Yujing was the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty.
The Great Qian Dynasty was at its peak, a vast and prosperous land with a population of tens of millions, and was a superior celestial empire.
This year marks the 60th anniversary of the founding of the nation and the completion of a sixty-year cycle of establishing the dynasty!
Over the past sixty years, four emperors of the Great Qian Dynasty have worked diligently to govern the country, bringing it to a golden age of prosperity and flourishing prosperity.
Lin Yi arrived quietly.
Seeing through the illusion before him, he turned and looked around. It was a large mountain, nearly a hundred miles in circumference. Although it was not majestic, it was densely forested, with complex terrain, numerous peaks, flowing springs and waterfalls, as well as chaotic rocky forests.
"I wonder what time it is now? Has Yi Zi started cultivating yet?" Lin Yi thought to himself as he walked down the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain stood a dilapidated temple called "Qiuyue Temple," which was guarded by an ordinary old monk. Lin Yi donated some money for incense, and the old monk immediately spoke frankly and without reservation.
Knowing that every year at this time a scholar named Hong Yi would come to the mountains to sweep the tombs and stay overnight at Qiuyue Temple, Lin Yi pondered what to do next.
In this world, cultivators mainly follow the paths of human immortals and ghost immortals. Qi cultivators like him are extremely rare, if not nonexistent.
As a fourth-order cultivator, Lin Yi's body has been tempered many times and is comparable to the Martial Saint of the Human Immortal Path.
However, unlike the other way around, his essence and energy were mixed with the external world's energy, losing the purity of a Martial Saint and thus lacking the powerful killing force against Ghost Immortals.
If we compare ghost immortals to magicians, then the martial saint's blood furnace can be seen as a magic-suppressing domain. Getting too close would have unimaginable consequences.
"Leaving aside the path of human immortals for now, as for the path of ghost immortals, I remember that there is a top-level Taoist method in this Western Mountain, the 'Past Amitabha Sutra' of the Great Zen Temple."
Lin Yi extracted fragments of memory from the depths of his consciousness and pieced them together bit by bit.
As night fell, the north wind howled, making the walls on all sides crack and creak, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.
In the courtyard of the temple's side hall, weeds covered the ground, and withered grass was swept up by the wind, creating a desolate scene.
Waaaaah! Waaaaah!
From the distant mountains came several mournful howls, like wolves and foxes, carried on the night wind, or perhaps like night owls.
Deep in the mountains, ancient temples, north wind, the laughter of wolves and foxes—all of this is a terrifying scene.
With a creak, Lin Yi pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard. He then noticed several fist-sized green flames floating up and down in the valley a few miles away, which was quite eerie.
"Will-o'-the-wisp." Lin Yi glanced at it, then left Qiuyue Temple and headed into the mountains.
The darkness posed no obstacle to him whatsoever.
Lin Yi's divine sense spread in all directions, and the surrounding scenery was reflected in his mind, forming a three-dimensional picture.
After traveling a short distance, a dark valley appeared in the distance, with a faint light of fire in the center of the valley.
Upon closer inspection, you can see a large bonfire burning in the middle of the valley, with dozens of snow-white foxes sitting around it.
These foxes, half-squatting and half-sitting, looked just like people. In particular, they were all holding books and making strange noises, as if they were reciting, just like children studying in a private school.
A group of foxes are reading like humans!
Humans are the masters of this world; if you want to achieve something, you must learn from humans.
This is a group of foxes with ideals and aspirations.
Lin Yi observed carefully and found that some of these foxes had already developed intelligence, but they did not understand the art of cultivating qi, so they could not transform into human form.
The method of cultivating Qi is a low-level tradition in this world.
Lin Yi revealed himself, and the group of foxes panicked upon seeing him.
"Quiet." A voice came from beside the campfire. The voice was stiff and the tone was strange, like someone had a fishbone stuck in their throat, but at least the words were enunciated in a fairly standard way and could be understood.