Chapter 1932 Immaculate Spirit
With this Immaculate Spring, one can cleanse his spirit body into an Immaculate Spirit Body, make up for this shortcoming, and from then on there will be no worries in cultivation. Thinking of this, Qingyang suddenly understood that this Immaculate Spring should be the reward for himself after passing the sixth level of the Duckweed Illusion. At this time, he has not yet entered the seventh level.
Qingyang is the second person to pass the sixth level. True Lord Chiping passed it earlier than him, and he doesn’t know what the reward is. Immaculate Spring is extremely rare. There should not be a second one in the Duckweed Illusion. True Lord Chiping’s reward is probably not Immaculate Spring, but it should be better than Immaculate Spring.
After a while of random thoughts, Qingyang no longer hesitated, took off his clothes and jumped into the pool. Soon, a cool feeling swept over his body, just like taking a cold shower on a hot day. Every pore on his body felt comfortable. Moreover, this cool feeling did not stop there, but gradually penetrated from Qingyang's skin into his body, flesh, blood, meridians, and bone marrow, penetrating into every part of Qingyang's body. He even felt that his soul seemed to become cool at this moment.
As the cool feeling penetrated deeper, Qingyang's body seemed to be undergoing some changes. The dirt hidden deep in the flesh was slowly forced out, some impurities in the blood were slowly transformed, some hidden diseases in the meridians were quietly restored, and the defects in the bone marrow were slowly made up. The whole body was shining inside and out, even purer than a newborn baby. Even his soul seemed to have been washed, and it seemed extremely clear and comfortable at this time.
Qingyang carefully felt the whole world, it was so comfortable, so beautiful, as if it suddenly became more intimate. Unconsciously, Qingyang completely relaxed and fell asleep in this Immaculate Spring without any precautions. This was the first time in hundreds of years.
Fortunately, there was no danger around. This floating duckweed illusion was just for training and improving the monks. Of course, there would be no threats around at this time. Time passed little by little, allowing Qingyang to sleep happily in this pool full of Immaculate Spring water.
It was not until the next morning that Qingyang woke up in the pool. At this time, Qingyang's whole body was refreshing and light from the inside out. The whole person seemed to have been reborn. Whether it was in the skin, blood, meridians, Dantian, or deep in the bone marrow, there was no trace of dirt and impurities. I am afraid that newborn babies are not so clean. Even the Yuanshen was unprecedentedly clear, the true essence was running smoothly, and the efficiency of cultivation was also improved.
His physique had been cleansed into a pure spirit body without him noticing, surpassing most cultivators. In addition, he had nine spiritual roots, which was unprecedented. I am afraid that there would be no one in the world with better qualifications than him. Qingyang felt that if he sat down and tried to break through at this time, he could definitely break through the bottleneck of the transformation of the spirit in one fell swoop, and there would be no more stagnation. However, he did not dare to try. First, there was not enough time. The Thousand Infants Conference would end in more than a month at most. Breaking through here would delay the time to explore the next few levels. Second, the floating duckweed illusion had restrictions on the cultivation of the contestants. Breaking through here would most likely be forced out. Therefore, Qingyang only hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea.
The pure spring water in the pool, although it still looked like clear water at this time, was no longer as pure as before. It could be clearly felt that there were many tiny impurities and dirt floating in it, which must have been forced out of Qingyang's body. It was said that the pure spring water could only be used once. After Qingyang soaked in it, the remaining pure spring water had lost its function and turned into ordinary spring water.
As for the Immaculate Spring next to it, it cannot be moved because of the extremely harsh conditions for its formation. Qingyang has benefited from the Duckweed Continent, so he will naturally not do the kind of thing that would destroy the Immaculate Spring after eating. In less than a hundred years, the pool will be filled with Immaculate Spring water again, leaving it to future generations.
Not long after Qingyang walked out of the pool, a light and shadow appeared in front of him, exactly the same as the light and shadow that appeared on the ring after Qingyang defeated five opponents on the sixth floor. Qingyang stepped in and appeared in another place in a trance.
There is no city or hall here, but a barren mass grave with a few sparse trees. There are graves everywhere, some big and some small. The small ones are only half a person tall and ten feet in radius, and the big ones are like the mausoleums of dukes and marquises, more than ten feet high. I don’t know what is buried inside.
Qingyang had no channels in this regard, and no place to inquire about the news. He didn't know the rules of this level at all, but he understood one thing, that the difficulty of this seventh level would definitely not be low, otherwise there would not be so many people blocked at this level in previous Thousand Infants Meetings, and he had to be doubly careful.
Qingyang walked forward all the way, and there was nothing unusual for a long time, until he passed by one of the large tombs, and suddenly heard a burst of singing from behind the tomb. Qingyang followed the sound and walked over, and saw a sloppy old man leaning on the tomb and singing loudly. There was also a huge wine gourd next to the old man, the lid was open, and there was a faint smell of wine. Looking at the old man's appearance, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were hazy. It was obvious that he sang out because he drank happily.
Although this sloppy old man looked very different, his demeanor was extremely similar to Qingyang's ordinary master, Taoist Songhe, which could not help but evoke some memories of Qingyang and added a sense of closeness. Moreover, he was also a wine lover and could smell that the wine in the gourd was definitely not bad.
Although he knew that this person's appearance was a bit strange, Qingyang still walked forward, sniffed, and then said to the sloppy old man: "It is said that a thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend. How can drinking alone be as happy as drinking with two people? Senior, you have good wine, can you share a few cups for me to taste?"
Hearing Qingyang's voice, the sloppy old man turned his head and squinted his eyes. He sobered up a lot immediately, hugged the wine gourd in his arms, and said: "I spent countless efforts to brew this wine. Not everyone can drink it. Considering that Since you are also a wine lover, if you can pass my test, it would be fine to share a few cups with you. ”
Qingyang did not expect that he would ask the right person with a casual question. This level is much more polite than the previous ones, so he continued to ask: "I don't know what the test you are talking about is."
The sloppy old man said: "If you want to drink my wine, you must first have strength. I am a late-stage cultivator of the Incarnation Realm. Not everyone is qualified to drink with me. Let's put it this way, I won't make it difficult for you. As long as you can defeat me at the third level of the Incarnation Realm, you will pass this test."