Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

In the far north of the Ice and Fire Realm, there is a thick gray fog. There are no living creatures here. Even the most ferocious beasts will not take a step closer to the gray fog.

Within thousands of miles of gray fog, the yellow sand is dyed with a faint layer of gray. Even the sunlight shining here seems to be gray, and there is a smell of death.

This is a dead place, a complete dead place.

Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan walked through the boundless desert, came to the front of the gray fog, and lowered the escape light.

After they killed the tortoise-shaped ferocious beast and collected the inner elixirs of both ice and fire attributes, they stopped looking for the ferocious beast and went all the way to the north of the cave, passing through the pits and returning to the surface.

The ground is a hot desert. After countless years of baking, the yellow sand has turned into crystalline gravel the size of broad beans, which is extremely hard.

Along the way, the two encountered several sandstorms that blocked the sky and the sun.

The strong wind picked up the gravel and swirled it, which was enough to crush gold and iron. It also had the effect of confusing spiritual consciousness. It was somewhat similar to the fire cloud gourd, a spiritual weapon that Chen Yuan once used.

Jing Shuhan's physical body was weak and he had to activate his true energy to resist the violent sand and dust.

Chen Yuan could easily withstand the sandstorm, but the robes on his body could not. He had to activate his true energy, and the consumption was not much less than that of Jing Shuhan.

The speed of the two of them was greatly slowed down in the sandstorm, and a ferocious beast made a sneak attack in the sandstorm. At the critical moment, Chen Yuan used his unnamed magical power and displayed his power to kill the seventh-level ferocious beast that looked like a lizard.

When there was no sandstorm, the two of them hurried on their way. It took them three days to finally reach the far north.

As long as you pass through the gray fog, you can pass the first trial.

Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan each took out the evil beast inner elixir with two attributes: ice and fire, and sent them into the thick fog.

After the stagnant gray mist swallowed up the four inner elixirs, it slowly surged up, revealing a passage that allowed two people to walk side by side.

Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan looked at each other and walked into the thick gray fog with extremely solemn expressions.

This gray fog also has a name, it's called Heart Refining Fog.

Behind the two of them, the gray mist slowly closed, covering their path, waiting for the next visitor.

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There was only a short passage in the gray fog, about three feet long. As Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan stepped forward, it extended forward little by little. Further away, it was covered by dense fog.

There was motionless gray mist in all directions, and the same was true above the head, leaving only three feet of space.

The sky seems to be hanging above your head, and you can touch it by raising your hand.

There is silence in the gray fog, even the sound of footsteps will be swallowed up by the gray fog, it is so quiet that one can go crazy.

The two walked in silence, surrounded by an eternal wall of gray fog. It seemed that it had been like this since ancient times and had never changed.

In this lifeless environment, even time seems to have stood still, and there seems to be no difference between moving forward and stopping.

But Chen Yuan always walked forward firmly, step after step, neither fast nor slow, but never stopping.

For those who have died once, they will no longer fear anything except death.

Jing Shuhan suddenly slowed down, her eyes seemed to be infected by the gray fog, covered with a light gray, and her expression became a little dull.

"wake up!"

Chen Yuan gave a soft drink, but when it reached Jing Shuhan's ears, it was like thunder on the ground, or Huang Zhongda Lu, his mind was shaken, and he immediately woke up.

Her face was as white as paper, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes. She bowed her hands to Chen Yuan and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for giving me the heads-up and waking me up from my silence."

Chen Yuan frowned and said: "This mind-refining mist is extremely weird. It can lead people into annihilation without knowing it. Didn't the fairy make preparations in advance?"

Jing Shuhan pursed her lips slightly and said with some embarrassment: "I prepared some means, but I was forced to use them when dealing with Qi Lang."

Chen Yuan thought of the two sword cultivating magical powers he got from Qi Lang, one of which had the effect of attacking the soul.

He said no more, and the two of them continued walking forward.

After walking for a while, a vague figure appeared in the fog ahead.

Chen Yuan immediately stopped. Jing Shuhan's mind was eroded by the gray fog, and his reaction was slower. But when he saw Chen Yuan stop, he also stopped.

The blurry figure became clearer and clearer, slowly walking out of the gray fog and coming within three feet in front of the two people.

This is a young monk with a handsome appearance, wide robes and long sleeves, and a high crown tied up in a bun. His face is gray, his pupils are gray, and his body is also gray. He is walking slowly this way, his face is dull and his footsteps are silent.

Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan's expressions changed slightly, and they spread out to both sides to make room for themselves.

The high-crowned monk stepped forward and walked to the two of them step by step.

Jing Shuhan subconsciously shrank to the side, biting her lower lip tightly, her face was bloodless, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Chen Yuan turned sideways and stared at the high-crowned monk. His hands in his sleeves were tightly clenched, ready to activate Zhu Yan's true blood at any time.

But the high-crowned monk didn't seem to see them at all. His gray-white eyes looked straight ahead, empty, passing between the two of them, and his figure was gradually swallowed up by the gray mist.

Jing Shuhan let out a breath and suddenly realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead and lowered his eyes.

She was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat like a mortal, which was really unbecoming of a Danjie monk.

"Is this the monk who was assimilated by the Heart Refining Mist? It's so weird." She whispered to ease the embarrassment in her heart.

But Chen Yuan didn't notice Jing Shuhan's abnormality at all. He was completely focused on the high-crowned monk. When his figure disappeared, he suddenly let go of his worries.

"Let's go. As long as we don't disturb these monks, nothing will happen." He turned around and walked forward.

These zombie-like people were monks who had been lost in the gray fog in the past.

Even if the monks have collected the inner cores of fierce beasts with both ice and fire attributes, they cannot be careless.

This gray fog is extremely strange and can infect the minds of monks. People with weak wills and low cultivation will be infected by the deadly aura emitted by the gray fog without knowing it, lose themselves, and become zombies, walking tirelessly in the gray fog.

When the Jueling Island was first opened, many monks collected their inner cores and entered the gray fog with joy. When they met these lost people, they would be attacked immediately if they just asked questions, and they would be besieged by many lost people.

The monks suffered heavy casualties, and only those with the strongest strength could break out of the gray fog.

Later, as the number of times the Absolute Spirit Island was opened increased, the monks of Yuqinghai gradually figured out the rules of these zombies. As long as they were not disturbed, they could live in peace.

People also found that as long as they passed through the gray fog safely, their state of mind could be greatly improved, and the chance of breaking through the bottleneck would increase a lot, so they named it "Refining Heart Fog".

Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan knew the characteristics of Refining Heart Fog and lost people very well, but the monks who did not enter the Refining Heart Fog and face the lost people would never understand the horror of this ubiquitous dead silence.

The two continued on their way and met three more lost people on the road. They all carefully made way and did not dare to disturb them at all.

Jing Shuhan was infected by the Refining Heart Fog twice and almost became a zombie. She was awakened by Chen Yuan's wake-up call.

Her cultivation level in the early stage of Jindan was still a little low, and it was particularly difficult to resist the invasion of Refining Heart Fog.

This is also the reason why it is rare for a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan to pass the first test. The fierce beasts in the ice and fire realm are already difficult to deal with, and they have to walk through the refining fog step by step. For a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

If one's cultivation is low, he will not necessarily become a walking corpse. As long as his mind is firm enough, he will not be afraid of the erosion of the refining fog.

But Jing Shuhan was planted with the technique of external incarnation by the old ghost Liao Ji, and his state of mind was flawed. If he relied on his own strength, it would be impossible to walk out of the refining fog.

Chen Yuan rescued him twice, which made Jing Shuhan look at him with a much softer look, although she knew that Chen Yuan might just be for the group of thunder beasts.

Three days later, the two finally walked out of the refining fog, and the scene in front of them suddenly became clear.

This is a vast valley with towering mountain walls on three sides. A hundred feet above the ground, it is shrouded in thick white fog, just like the square in front of Tongtian Palace.

The valley is lush with flowers and plants, and the fragrance is fragrant, but it does not contain any spiritual energy.

A tall tower stood in the center of the valley, about thirty feet high, with its top immersed in the white mist. It was built of blue-black boulders and exuded a deep luster.

Above the gate at the entrance of the tower, there was a huge plaque with a blue background and three golden ancient seal characters "Yibao Pavilion" written from top to bottom, which was exactly the same as the plaque of Tongtian Hall.

As they walked out of the heart-refining fog, the dead silence and stagnation that weighed on their hearts finally disappeared.

Chen Yuan felt that his body had become much lighter, and his heavy mood, which had always been suppressed in the heart-refining fog, was rejuvenated.

He had all kinds of insights in his heart, and his understanding of life and death, withering and flourishing, and eternal moments was deeper.

He moved in his heart and tried to enter a state of concentration. He calmed his mind and entered a state of concentration. With a change of mind, he retreated again.

Jing Shuhan walked out of the heart-refining fog after Chen Yuan gave him three wake-up calls, and gained the most.

She slightly closed her eyes, her facial expression kept changing, and after a long time, she finally let out a long breath and opened her eyes.

"The Refining Heart Mist is indeed worthy of its reputation. After leaving Jueling Island, I can immediately break through the bottleneck of the middle stage." Jing Shuhan said with a smile.

She has been deliberately suppressing her cultivation, but she can't break through at any time. It takes at least ten years. The Refining Heart Mist greatly reduces the difficulty of her breaking through the bottleneck.

Chen Yuan also showed a smile on his face. He is a physical cultivator. The Refining Heart Mist cannot reduce the difficulty of his breaking through the bottleneck, but after walking in the Refining Heart Mist, his Tao heart is more firm and he has gained a lot.

To some extent, the Refining Heart Mist is the biggest reason for the Jindan cultivators to enter Jueling Island.

It is both an additional test for the first trial and a reward for passing the first trial.

Just as the two were talking, a figure walked out of the Refining Heart Mist dozens of feet away.

Chen Yuan turned his head and saw that it was a middle-aged cultivator, dressed in black, with three short beards under his chin, and a square face.

After he walked out of the Heart Refining Mist, he stopped and closed his eyes slightly, obviously trying to comprehend the change in his state of mind.

After a while, he opened his eyes, nodded to the two, and walked towards the Strange Treasure Pavilion.

Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan did not delay any longer and walked towards the Strange Treasure Pavilion.

There was no hostility between the three. Fighting was prohibited in the valley, just like in the square. Anyone who started a fight here would be struck to death by a thunderbolt descending from the white mist, without exception.

Chen Yuan stepped into the first floor of the Strange Treasure Pavilion. The wide hall, the nine-zhang-high roof, and the thick and thin pillars and beams made the cultivators who entered it look extremely small.

On the four walls of the hall, there were many square platforms embedded in the walls, scattered at different heights. Some were empty, and some were covered with a thick layer of white light, guarding the treasures inside.

Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense, and in less than ten breaths, he had checked all the square platforms.

Most of the square platforms were empty, and only a few of them had treasures. However, there were as many as 168 square platforms covered with yellow light.

As long as the speed of passing the first test was not too slow, one could take a treasure from the square platform.

Among the 168 square platforms, 32 of them were filled with magic weapons with shining spiritual light, and the rest were spiritual herbs, spiritual materials, jade slips, and the inner pills of fierce beasts.

Every thing here was enough to make the Jindan cultivator excited, but in comparison, magic weapons were the most precious.

There were always ways to obtain spiritual herbs and spiritual materials, and there were also inheritances of magical skills, but the refining and cultivation of magic weapons all required a huge price.

Chen Yuan's goal was also focused on magic weapons, but through the light shield, he could only see the shape and type of the treasures, but could not see the depth of their spiritual energy.

At this time, the middle-aged cultivator had made a choice.

He looked at a square platform three meters high on the left side of the hall, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he walked over quickly.

Chen Yuan followed his gaze and saw a crimson short bow in the square platform, one foot long, with a black dragon carved on the bow.

The black and red colors blended together, making the short bow look extremely fierce.

The middle-aged monk walked to the bottom of the square platform. Without seeing him make any movements, the yellow light shield on the square platform dissipated by itself, and the crimson short bow flew towards the middle-aged monk by itself, emitting surging spiritual energy.

This crimson short bow turned out to be a mid-level magic weapon!

The middle-aged monk caught the short bow and put it into his dantian. His face was even more joyful, and he turned around and walked up the stairs leading to the second-floor hall.

Jing Shuhan looked at the disappearing figure of the middle-aged monk and said in surprise: "This person actually recognized this short bow magic weapon, how lucky he is."

"Maybe he has a wide range of knowledge and has seen the record of this short bow before." Chen Yuan said lightly.

The magic weapons in the Yibao Pavilion did not appear out of thin air, but came from the monks who died in Jueling Island.

At the beginning of Jueling Island, the Yibao Pavilion was full of ancient magic weapons, which were strange and weird, and were called "ancient treasures". The monks who passed the first trial could choose them at will.

But as time went on, more and more monks entered Jueling Island, and the ancient treasures were picked up, and magic weapons, spiritual herbs, and spiritual materials began to appear on the square platform.

What is surprising is that these magic weapons actually came from the monks who died in Jueling Island before and were assimilated by the Refining Heart Mist!

They stayed on Jueling Island forever, but the magic weapons on their bodies strangely appeared in the Yibao Pavilion, lying quietly on the square platform as a reward for passing the first trial, for the later Jindan monks to choose at will.

Not only magic weapons, but also the jade slips, spiritual herbs, and spiritual materials they carried with them, appeared in the Yibao Pavilion together with the spiritual herbs and spiritual materials that were originally produced on Jueling Island.

No one knows who put the treasures of these dead monks into the Treasure Pavilion. There was a Yuanying monk who used a secret method to suppress his cultivation and entered the valley just to find out, but in the end he got nothing.

Since then, there are always some lucky people who will pick up the magic weapons they know from the square platform as soon as they see them, without having to take a chance and just choose one at random.

There are also some unfortunate people who saw the magic jade slips left by their teachers and ancestors in the Treasure Pavilion, and took back this legacy after many years with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

As an outsider, Chen Yuan naturally did not know the origin of these magic weapons, so he could only turn his head and look at Jing Shuhan: "Among these magic weapons, are there any that the fairy knows?" (End of this chapter)