The strongest ancestor of the heavens

Chapter 148
Yuan Hao didn't know anything about what happened in the Tai Yuan Sect. After all, Yuan Hao was not an omnipotent god, but a person who had initially mastered extraordinary power.

Although the secret room where Yuan Hao retreated was also within Tai Yuanzong, not far from the main hall, but Yuan Hao has since retreated.

He has been in the dark secret room, let alone going out for a walk or something like that. He has been sitting on the futon without moving.

In the dark secret room, a young man who looked like a puppet sat on a futon with an expressionless face.

As time went by, no matter how much dust accumulated on his body or the beard on his face gradually grew, the young man still sat there motionless.

It seems that the young man has turned into a statue, not a body of flesh and blood, but copper skin and iron bones.

No matter how much time has passed, even if everything is destroyed, the sky collapses and the earth collapses, it will not shake the youth at all.

In this way, I don't know how long time has passed, and I don't know when, in the airtight secret room.

It was as if a breeze had been raised, causing the dusty secret room to dance in the air with the breeze.

Seeing that driven by the wind, the dust raised will drown the young people sitting on the futons, making them dusty.

At this moment, the young man who looked like a sculpture puppet suddenly opened his eyes. Immediately, the void was filled with electricity, and the small secret room became an ocean of light.

And as the young man opened his eyes, bursts of intense coercion swept through the secret room without warning.

The dust that was about to drown the young man was pushed to the corner without any resistance under the strong pressure and turned into piles of inconspicuous dirt.

Yuan Hao didn't pay the slightest attention to the dirt that was pushed into the corner of the wall because of his coercion.

He didn't even look at her, his face was full of smiles, and his heart was filled with endless joy and excitement.

After unremitting efforts day and night, Yuan Hao finally consolidated his Dao foundation thoroughly at this time.

There is no longer any danger of retreating in cultivation, not only that, after this period of practice, the harvest can be said to be quite large.

Not only has he taken a solid step in the initial stage of the Golden Core level, but he also has the Dao heart and realm of the Golden Core realm.

Only after reaching such a point, Yuan Hao dared to say that from now on, he was a genuine Golden Core cultivator.

Looking around the secret room, Yuan Hao sighed with emotion, he finally took this step, this step.

The meaning is so different. It means that I have taken the first and crucial step on the road to immortality.

Think about walking step by step, meeting robbers, encountering adventures, and even encountering enemies.

But after he came over, Yuanhao began to have his own understanding of cultivation in his heart.

What Yuan Hao didn't know was that the cognition of one's own cultivation path was a compulsory course for monks, because it was so important.

It not only helps in self-understanding, but also plays a role in guiding the way forward. It can be said that Yuan Hao has truly integrated into the spiritual world at this time.

But there is no absolute in everything. No matter what it is, it has its two sides. If there is a good side, it will naturally have its bad side.

Since there will be so many benefits after finding your own path, why is it kept as a top secret and not passed down from generation to generation, whether it is ancient people or people today?
It's just because one person counts the shortcomings, two people count the strengths, and three people are Zhuge Liang. Therefore, the understanding of the path of practice.

If you want to make progress, you have to communicate and discuss more. Even so, you still won't reveal your core ideas.

It is impossible to just want to absorb the benefits of others, but you are not willing to give it yourself. Therefore, the discussion of Taoism is carried out among friends.

Only then will I reveal a little bit. It can be said that people who practice and communicate with each other are cautious.

This is understandable, because you have your own way, your own knowledge, and even your own way, if the enemy accidentally knows it.

That's a very hopeless thing, because others can calculate your weaknesses based on your path.

And once the enemy knows your weakness, the consequences, needless to say, are absolutely serious.

But these experiences must be passed on. Only in this way can a sect and a force not weaken and remain strong.

Therefore, the ancients thought that before they died, they wrote Taoism books, and these Taoism books are the most precious wealth of a sect.

Those Taoist books that Yuan Hao bought before going into seclusion were like this.

Such Taoist scriptures, let alone seeing them, even hearing them, are infinitely less likely, let alone buying them.

That's impossible, I'd rather destroy it than show it to you, this is the preciousness of Daoist scriptures.

After flicking the dust off his body, Yuan Hao stood up. As Yuan Hao stood up, there was a burst of "crackling" fried beans from all over his body, and the sound sounded extremely crisp.

After moving his slightly stiff body, Yuan Hao looked at the door of the secret room and murmured to himself: "I don't know how long time has passed.

Staying in this dark secret room for a long time, Pindao is about to go moldy, but fortunately, now he can finally go out, staying here again, Pindao really doubts whether he will go crazy. "

Don't think this is fake, it will be like this for anyone, let alone a month, even if it is three days.

They couldn't stand it, not to mention that Yuan Hao stayed in this dark secret room for six months.

Even if Yuan Hao didn't know the specific time, but in Yuan Hao's feeling, time must have passed for a long time.

Just look at the thickness of dust accumulated in the secret room. Therefore, Yuanhao can be sure that the time of this retreat will not be short.

Thinking of this, Yuan Hao couldn't wait to get out of seclusion. So much time had passed and he didn't know what was inside the sect.

My apprentices don't know how to worry about whether Xiao Mengyao will blame herself again.

Thinking of his little apprentice, Yuan Hao smiled wryly, fearing that he would not be able to escape this time.

It's been so long, after I leave the customs, I will definitely be given the supercilious look of my precious apprentice.

Opening the stone door that had been closed for an unknown amount of time, a burst of intense light pierced through, Yuan Hao involuntarily closed his eyes.

Because he hadn't seen the light for a long time, when he came out, he was pierced by the sun again. Therefore, even though Yuan Hao reacted quickly, his eyes were still crying involuntarily after being strongly stimulated.

After closing his eyes and getting used to it for a while, Yuan Hao finally opened his eyes and looked at a clear sky.

Yuan Hao's mood couldn't help but get better. Unexpectedly, it would be daytime as soon as he left the customs. The time is very good.

At this moment, a burst of quarrels suddenly came from not far away, reaching the ears of Yuan Hao who had just left the customs.

After listening carefully for a while, the joy on Yuan Hao's face completely disappeared.

(End of this chapter)