Chapter 217: Longevity Disaster, Tears, and the Final Reach of Golden Elixir

Of the three disasters of Jindan, the most dangerous is the disaster of life span.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters can still be overcome with strength, but the disaster of life span is invisible and traceless. What needs to be confronted is a certain rule.

Under this rule, Han Yi trembled all over, and when he came back to his senses, he was already on the side of the road. In front and behind him, people came and went, it was very lively, and cars were driving on the road.

"Back?"

Han Yi frowned, his memory stayed at the last step of Jindan, and he sensed the arrival of the mysterious rule, and then he returned to Earth again.

"Strange."

"This situation is the same as the mortal tribulation faced when building the foundation."

"But the jade butterfly given by Zhuge Wuyou did not mention this. It only said that when a cultivator passes the life disaster, he will be pulled into a mysterious space and go through an assessment. If he passes the assessment and comes to his senses, the real world is only a moment. If he fails the assessment, he will die."

"So, the scene I saw at the moment is the world transformed by the life disaster, that is, the assessment?"

"But what is the assessment?"

Han Yi stood on the road, frowning and his eyes changing.

There were many pedestrians on the road, so Han Yi had to retreat to a more inboard position and found a step to sit down.

Now that he has returned to his mortal body, the memory of the Yuheng Realm for more than 40 years in his mind began to seem a little unreal in just a dozen minutes, as if the memory of more than 40 years was someone else's experience, and he only got the "memory" but did not experience it.

And the memory of the earth is becoming clearer and clearer.

He could remember that the company's server broke down the day before yesterday, and he stayed up all night to troubleshoot it. It was not until yesterday morning that it was properly handled. According to company regulations, overtime pay is available.

Oh, right.

In two days, it will be my daughter's fifth birthday, and I need to prepare a gift for her. My son is also two years old. The weather is hot during this period, and there are always mosquitoes at home. The air conditioner is not cold enough, so I need to contact the maintenance master to add refrigerant.

And my wife is writing a novel at home. It seems that she has been stuck these days. I have to buy some of her favorite durian cake to give her a surprise.

In addition.

My mother's knees are aching again. As she gets older and the weather changes quickly, she has a lot of these minor problems. I took her to see a Chinese doctor half a month ago, but the doctor was still too young. This time, I plan to change to a more authoritative hospital for a comprehensive examination.

Thinking about it.

Han Yi's memory of this world is becoming clearer and clearer.

Relatives, friends, family, work, neighbors, trivial matters, conflicts, happy and worried things are becoming more and more vivid.

At the same time.

The memory of Yuheng Realm has not disappeared, but it seems to be getting more and more blurred.

It was as if there was a mysterious rule that made him not care so much even though he knew that he was forming a pill and overcoming the disaster of life.

Although there were memories, they were just memories at the beginning.

It was getting dark.

Han Yi stood up from the steps and suddenly slapped his head.

"Oh no."

"Today is my birthday, my family is still waiting for me, why am I in a daze here."

"I have to go back quickly."

Han Yi walked quickly towards the subway entrance. The shops on one side of the road seemed more real as he passed by. He glanced at them inadvertently and recalled that he had passed by this place many times.

As he walked towards the subway entrance, more and more people came and went, people who had just got off work, people who came out to play, old people, children, women, men, noisy and lively.

As usual, he punched in the gate and squeezed into the subway. After forty minutes, the subway arrived at the station. He exited the subway entrance and rode the small electric stove parked near the subway entrance. After another ten minutes, he arrived home.

Open the door.

The familiar face came into view, and the smile on Han Yi's face bloomed and became a flower.

The daughter by the door screamed and threw herself into his arms. The son who was farther away, with his short legs walking very fast, also wanted to rush over and compete with his sister for his father, but was caught by his wife.

"Dad, Dad, I want a hug, hold me high."

The daughter danced with her hands and feet, and was picked up by Han Yi, turned around, and put down again.

"You're back. Are you tired? Wash your hands quickly and get ready for dinner."

The wife also smiled, put the son down, packed up her things, and got ready for dinner.

Han Yi put his daughter down, put the bag away, pushed open a little gap in the kitchen door, looked at his busy mother inside and said, "Mom, I'm back."

The mother turned around and saw her son coming home from work, and smiled and said, "I'm glad you're back, get ready for dinner."

"Okay!"

After a while.

On the small dining table, the youngest son used a children's dining chair, and the daughter was older and could cook and eat. The wife was feeding the daughter and the mother was feeding the son.

Han Yi was eating, and for some reason, he always felt a little unreal.

There are more wrinkles on my mother's face, and a thin layer of white hair. Some time ago, she even asked me to buy a hair cream for dyeing black hair online, but later I didn't use it because I was not used to it.

My wife smiled and said that she finally had an idea while feeding her daughter. How should she conceive and write the next step of the plot to make it more suspenseful.

Then.

Talk about the recent things in the community group, who quarreled with whom again, whose children were too naughty, be careful when playing down...

Han Yi responded while eating and shook his head. The unreal feeling just now disappeared again, and he said naturally.

"By the way, I traveled through time and came to a fairy world, and got a golden finger. Yes, it was the golden finger in your novel. He lived for more than forty years, and a lot of things happened there. At the beginning I was just an outer disciple, and later..."

"...It should be almost golden elixir now."

Han Yi talked for about ten minutes. At the end, Han Yi stopped chewing and frowned. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.

"No, it's not fast, it's forming pills."

Han Yi's eyes lit up.

Beside him, his wife, whose job is to write novels, commented with a smile.

"However, your idea is not very good. You have already reached the world of cultivating immortals, so why are you still so stubborn?"

"It shouldn't be all swish, swish, swish, push all the way, three years to build the foundation, ten years to build the golden elixir, thirty years to be a Nascent Soul, fifty years to become a god, and then ascend to the immortal world and live a happy and immortal life."

"However, some of the plots in it can be used as a reference."

Speaking of this, she patted Han Yi on the shoulder.

"Okay, don't worry about my affairs. I'm enlightened now. I can code 10,000 words tomorrow. It won't be a problem at all. The subsequent plot has been conceived. It won't be a problem to write an outline of three million words."

Her slap woke Han Yi out of his doubtful frown.

The thought that suddenly popped up just now disappeared without a trace.

People, sometimes like this, suddenly feel that they just thought of something very important, but then they suddenly forget it and can never think of it again.

At this time, the little son who was eating started to make a fuss again. Han Yi quickly turned on his mobile phone, jumped to the short video app, selected several short educational videos suitable for children in his collection, and showed them to him to stop his fuss. .

…

Next, the days went on, with warmth, sweetness, and contradictions in the ordinary, but Han Yi's character could always make this family better little by little.

One day a month later.

The dream from a month ago suddenly came to Han Yi's mind, and he decided to write it down.

It took him half a year to write 300,000 words.

After all, he is not a professional writer of novels. Although the plots he wrote are relatively ups and downs, he is not a writer. His words lack the parts that make readers shine and the rhythm that arouses emotional resonance.

He published these more than 300,000 words on a novel website, but he couldn't even sign a contract. The few readers who chatted only laughed and complained. Although Han Yi didn't care, he was sure that he was not suitable for writing novels. .

then.

He deleted the published novel and put the three hundred thousand in his private blog.

This blog is his personal blog that records his life, experiences, emotions, and all kinds of things besides work. It was built by him using a cloud server. It can be regarded as his own little world.

In addition to this blog, he also built a workbook to record the progress of the work project.

The blog and workbook are the entire record of his life.

Three years later.

Han Yi had completely forgotten this absurd dream.

On this day, he took annual leave to attend the funeral of an old leader.

This old leader was the leader of his first company when he just graduated. He was gentle and helpful to Han Yi. Although he had experienced many things in the workplace over the years, he still respected this old leader. Leaders will give some gifts during holidays and come to sit down and chat.

The old leader is not very old. He is seventy-eight years old this year. In the new era where people generally live to be over ninety years old, it is indeed sad to die at this age.

After the funeral.

Han Yi felt a little depressed. He walked across a road without knowing it, stopped, and looked at the bus stop sign on the side of the road and the steps leading inside behind the stop sign. He couldn't help but be slightly startled.

The familiar scene seemed to have some kind of forgotten memory that was suddenly brought up again.

Very important.

Very important.

Very, very important.

There is something that I have forgotten.

Han Yi turned sideways and looked at the traffic flow on the road. He took another look at the row of shops on the side of the road, which felt a little unreal.

He walked towards the side of the road, stepped onto the steps, then turned around and sat down.

this moment.

It seemed like something forgotten was starting to roll around in my mind, but it was just a little bit off.

Moreover, this thing that was passed by me also revealed a sense of urgency.

Very urgent.

very urgent.

"correct."

Han Yi's heart moved, and he immediately took out his mobile phone and opened a favorite web page.

This web page is a manual interface that records many projects, including project status, project progress, project problems, etc.

This is his workbook.

I checked it over and found nothing out of place.

He closed this web page and opened another web page, which was a blog web page.

Blogs have timelines.

He followed the timeline and began to look forward.

Three days ago, I recorded that my daughter’s second-grade parent-teacher conference will be held this Friday and my wife is unavailable, so I have to take care of it this time.

Seven days ago, the water dispenser at home expired, and I had to buy a filter to replace it. It must be completed this month.

Thirteen days ago…

…

Han Yi kept pulling his fingers upward, at this moment.

A group of high school students in school uniforms walked by, laughing and pushing each other. A student who was walking at the edge and whose shoes fell on the second step was suddenly pushed to the side in the direction of Han Yi.

The cold drink in his hand poured directly onto Han Yi's mobile phone screen.

Han Yi stood up suddenly.

Han Yi was only about 1.73 meters tall, and his figure was not very strong. Years of night shifts had made him a little out of shape.

But at this moment, he stood up with a horrified look in his eyes, and his momentum made the faces of several high school students who stopped their steps change drastically. They trembled all over, as if they were stared at by a tiger, and cold sweat flowed down.

"I, I, I didn't mean it."

"Don't be angry, uncle, I'll pay you."

These high school students were all top high school students nearby, and they were also afraid of encountering a vicious person. In their eyes, Han Yi, who stood up at this moment, was an unparalleled vicious person.

However

Han Yi just glanced at the few people without saying anything. Then, his eyes fell on the road ahead, on the bus stop sign, and then he looked back to the shops on both sides.

Everything in his sight was real, alive, smart, and alive.

But when the drink fell just now, he had seen what he had written three years ago in advance.

About that dream.

He had remembered everything.

Longevity disaster.

That's right.

He was going through the longevity disaster, and the world in front of him was the world that the longevity disaster pulled him into. Moreover, the longevity disaster could also peek into people's hearts and recreate the past.

This world was not fictional, but had existed.

In addition, everything that happened around him in the past few years was a secret confrontation between himself and the longevity disaster.

Sharing things about the cultivation world with his family, writing blogs, and attending the funeral of his old leader, the sense of unreality that often flashed by reminded him all the time that this was an unreal world and he was going through the longevity disaster.

His wife interrupted his thoughts, and his memory gradually blurred. He thought it was just a dream, including the fact that these high school students accidentally spilled their drinks. It was all a mysterious rule that made him gradually forget everything in the world of immortal cultivation and become a mortal.

It was not thrilling, but extremely dangerous.

But when he was completely sure that this was the manifestation of the rules of longevity disaster, this world was not far from disappearing.

Thinking of this, Han Yi suddenly showed a trace of urgency in his eyes.

He carried his bag, without even looking at the high school students who were at a loss, and rushed into the subway, rushing into the subway door that was about to close at the last moment.

Everything around him began to slightly dissipate.

The sound in the subway was sometimes far away, sometimes close, and this unreal feeling became more and more obvious.

Han Yi was anxious.

When the subway arrived at the station, he rushed out, rode his electric bike, and walked along the greenway that he had been passing by in the past few years. He watched the green trees on both sides of the greenway begin to flicker, constantly changing between disappearance and existence.

Finally arrived home and opened the door.

The wife was writing a novel in the bedroom, and the mother and daughter and son were playing in the living room. Han Yi opened the door and scared them. The wife also pushed the door open and was about to speak, but it seemed that the pause button was pressed.

Han Yi's eyes were sad.

Two lines of tears fell silently.

In front of him.

The familiar furniture began to flicker and disappear.

The living room that was paused, including the people in the living room, four familiar faces, began to gradually disappear.

His sight began to rise, and rise again.

Boom!

A roar suddenly sounded in his mind, as if the world was created, deafening.

Han Yi came back to his senses.

At this moment.

He was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room of Qinglong Peak, Xuandan Sect.

Around him, there was a dense spiritual mist that could not be dissolved.

However.

When he came to his senses, a golden light suddenly appeared in his eyes, piercing through the spiritual mist. A strong breath was released, which directly dispersed the three-meter gathering spirit array and hit the spirit killing psychedelic array. This third-level middle-grade spirit array was shaken.

The spiritual mist dispersed.

Han Yi's figure appeared.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged on the futon, and the golden light in his eyes gradually subsided. However, two lines of tears on his face could not be stopped.

"I, what is this??"

Han Yi's heart was filled with a sad emotion, which he could not help but surge out. He could not restrain this emotion, and he was unwilling to restrain it instinctively.

In his memory.

The last moment, the three changes of the spiritual sea had just ended, and then, before he could do anything else, the longevity disaster among the three disasters of the golden elixir came.

He knew that the longevity disaster was coming.

However.

When he came to his senses, he didn't know what happened.

For him, time and intuition contradict each other. In reality, it is only a moment, but his intuition tells him that he has definitely experienced a long time in the longevity disaster.

This period of time is the main reason why he cried just now.

Moreover.

His intuition hit him hard, making him not forget, never forget.

But.

Han Yi slapped his head, but he couldn't remember it. He really couldn't remember it.

After a while.

He stopped and wiped away his tears.

Since he couldn't remember it, he didn't force it.

When he became stronger, Yuanying, Huashen, or even became an immortal, he would definitely be able to solve the secret of the longevity disaster.

Han Yi sank his mind and fell into his own spiritual sea.

At this moment.

The three changes of the spiritual sea made the shape of the spiritual sea completely different from that in the foundation-building period. The space here is larger and deeper. The mana in the spiritual sea has become semi-fluid, and there is only a shallow layer.

In the spiritual sea, a golden golden pill floated above the spiritual sea, and the golden light fell, illuminating the spiritual sea.

Han Yi's mind was pulled up and entered the sea of ​​consciousness space.

Although the three changes of the spiritual sea only targeted the spiritual sea, after the golden pill condensed, the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness was also amplified. The space of the sea of ​​consciousness expanded by a full double, and the strength of the soul was also doubled.

From the perspective of the soul alone, Han Yi has reached the standard of the middle stage of the golden pill, and it is not low in the middle stage, at least it is much stronger than Yan Bu who just entered the middle stage of the golden pill.

Han Yi did not choose to come out immediately.

Instead, he sucked in the spiritual energy in the spiritual killing array frantically into his abdomen and pressed it into the spiritual sea.

However

The spiritual energy that could fill the sea of ​​mana in the past, now only increased the shallow semi-fluid mana at the bottom of the sea of ​​mana.

After the promotion to the Golden Core, the mana that his body could accommodate had increased by dozens of times.

You know.

He was a first-class immortal foundation of the soul. When he was building the foundation, the sea of ​​mana also increased by 88 times. At this moment, the breakthrough of the Golden Core was aimed at the sea of ​​mana, so the increase was naturally more exaggerated.

Three months passed.

Han Yi felt a sense of fullness. This sense of fullness was that the sea of ​​mana could accommodate the maximum.

He collected the remaining spiritual stones in the quiet room.

In order to prevent any accidents, Han Yi took out a thousand high-grade spiritual stones at first. However, under normal circumstances, breaking through the Golden Core would not require so many. A basic low-grade magic weapon would only cost about a hundred high-grade spiritual stones.

These thousand high-grade spiritual stones could buy a very powerful low-grade magic weapon.

He knew that just over a hundred high-grade spirit stones would allow a newly-broken Jindan cultivator to completely stabilize his cultivation.

It was not excessive for Han Yi to prepare ten times more.

And this time he broke through.

He spent more than eight hundred spirit stones, and there were still a hundred left, which he put back into the Qiankun Ring.

Then.

He put away the Spirit Killing Illusion Formation.

He opened the door and walked out.

It had been more than nine months since he had been in seclusion.

The speed of this seclusion was more than twice as fast as that of other Jindan cultivators. This was because Han Yi was fully prepared and had a solid foundation.

Walking out of the quiet room, his body began to rise slowly.

Jindan cultivators can get rid of gravity and fly in the true sense.

Han Yi, who was flying up, had just broken through the Jindan, and his feeling of the world was different from before. The whole world was more vivid and clear in front of him.

After being promoted to Jindan, he could be called a real person.

In fact, Jindan is the dividing line between humans and immortals. Being promoted to Jindan means that you are already on the road to immortality.

In some weak spiritual worlds, a golden elixir that can fly into the sky and hide in the ground can be called an immortal.

Cultivators at this level already have mysterious powers.

Suddenly.

He turned and looked towards the Doufa Peak, where a feeling of anger was brewing.

This anger was not from a single person, but from a group.

He frowned and did not go directly to the Doufa Peak. Instead, he landed and walked into the Qinglong Palace.