Chapter 133: Heart Painting Talismans, Visualizing the Vermilion Bird

  Xu Yang's spirit transformed, traversing sand, stone and mud all the way to the center of the earth.

  The further down you go, the thicker and more intense the aura becomes. Eventually, it almost solidifies into a liquid state, becoming so dense that it's hard to breathe.

  "If I can cultivate here, my progress will be a thousand miles in one day." Xusun sighed, but it's hard for his physical body to come here.

  The surrounding Xuanqi energy has transformed into a faint, milky white mist, with strands resembling clouds and fog, exceptionally beautiful. However, this is not the place where Xuanqi is most concentrated, so Xu Yang continues to head deeper underground.

  "My goodness... what a magnificent view."

  Below, a robust and unparalleled milky white giant dragon coiled into a ball, shrinking before a brilliant white liquid pearl, sleeping. This giant dragon was probably thousands of miles long and hundreds of feet thick, surprisingly made entirely of refined liquid Xuan Qi.

  Xu Yang noticed that the liquid Xuan Qi forming the giant dragon had a tendency to solidify, most notably at the nine-clawed part, as if it was made up of bright crystals stacked together, shining brightly.

  "This is... Xuanjing!" Xu Yang's heart was shocked.

  Xuanjing is a treasure that surpasses Xuan Stone, it is pure and unadulterated, even a small piece contains extremely vast energy, very suitable for Xuan cultivators to cultivate.

  Xu Yang was well aware that this milky white liquid giant dragon was the spiritual vein hidden at the bottom of Haiyun Mountain.

  Xu Yang would not be foolish enough to disturb the spiritual vein, otherwise it would cause a shockwave in the earth's pulse. To say nothing of his current weak heart and soul incarnation, even if his physical body were here, he would absolutely be suppressed and turned into a ball of blood mud.

  A mountain peak, how many folds?

  Xu Yang had never calculated it before. Roughly estimating, there were at least tens of thousands of jin. In comparison, Xu Yang's physical body of over 600 jin was really too insignificant.

  So it is said that human strength has its limits, but the greatest power lies between heaven and earth.

  "Can't disturb the spiritual vein, just borrow a little light, it shouldn't mind, right?" Xuyang muttered to himself.

  Xu Yang used his spiritual power to draw talismans in mid-air, and a series of mysterious transparent tracks appeared, suspended in the air, condensing into various talismanic patterns that gathered but did not disperse.

  Xu Yang continuously drew twenty-four talismans, one every moment, and his spiritual body dimmed a little each time. This method of drawing talismans without relying on external objects, purely by the power of his spirit, was too exhausting for his spirit.

  "If you're going to do it, do it big." Xǔ Yáng finished drawing the last talisman, his mind stirred slightly, and twenty-four transparent talismans floated gently towards the coiled Spiritual Veins, finally landing lightly in the liquid Spiritual Vein.

  "The great task is accomplished." Xǔ Yáng's spirit transformed, a fleeting illusion, barely maintaining human form.

  "Hurry back to your true self and nourish your mind and spirit. This exhaustion is too great." Xǔ Yáng's spiritual body quickly ascended, and in an instant he was already inside the Jing She.

  "Huh? Why are there two women on the bamboo bed?" Xu Yang was taken aback, seeing Bu Yi and Li Yu Rong sitting shoulder to shoulder on the bamboo bed practicing.

  Inside the pavilion, there were only two women, Bu Yi and Li Yu Rong. They were also quite bold, wearing only their undergarments, in a way that allowed them to come into contact with nature most conveniently, breathing in and out.

  "Lei Yu Rong's chest was indeed full and plump, but compared to Bu Yi, she couldn't help but pale in comparison." Xǔ Yáng's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, flashing through countless ideas in an instant.

  Xu Yang was soon overcome with embarrassment: "Damn it, this is originally the boudoir of those two women, I walked into the wrong room! And yet I still dared to ogle their half-naked bodies, and what's the difference between this and being a voyeuristic pervert?"

  The illusory divine body quickly stepped out of the pavilion and returned to Xu Yang's own pavilion, returning to his physical body.

  On the bamboo bed, Xu Yang slowly opened his eyes, only to feel a wave of dizziness, which was a manifestation of excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

  "Taking this opportunity to enter the Town of Xuan Tower, tempering the heart and spirit power is the best choice." Xu Yang re-entered meditation, introspecting the starry sea. The Town of Xuan Tower trembled, drawing Xu Yang's heart and spirit into the tower.

  The sky is still vast and desolate, the remains of the 81 Xuan Huangs tell a story that cannot be put into words.

  Xu Yang came straight to the end, where the cliff and stone steps were located.

  "Last time I stopped at the 36th level, this time I don't know how many levels I can step on?" Xu Yang made his preparations and stepped onto the first stone step.

  The thousand-jin weight came crashing down, but Xu Yang was well-prepared, his waist straight as a gun, and he stepped up the stairs one step at a time.

  "It seems like there's some kind of illusion, this time it's much easier than last time." Xǔ Yáng took a step over the tenth level of stairs, his pressure doubled, but he still had spare energy.

  The twentieth step, Xu Yang's body began to hunch over.

  The twenty-ninth step, Xu Yang struggled to climb down and crawled to the thirtieth step.

  Level 37... Level 42... Level 51...

  Finally, at the fifty-ninth floor, Xu Yang could no longer bear it, turned over his body and panted heavily towards the sky.

  The internal space of Zhenxuan Tower was in an uproar, the precipice stone steps disappeared without a trace, and Xuyang's spiritual power returned to his physical body.

  Like last time, Xu Yang went through this round of tempering and his spiritual power was once again full, his spirit was refreshed, even more so than before. This is the benefit of the Zhenxuan Tower's Cliffside Stone Steps, every time he reaches the limit and returns to his physical body, his spiritual power will recover fully.

  "This time, his spiritual power has increased by another 20%." Xǔ Yáng was very pleased. The stronger his spiritual power, the more likely he would successfully transform his soul and advance to become a Xuan Master.

  Xu Yang stored his belongings and a brilliant light flashed. He took out the priceless treasure, the Shadow Stone, and focused his mind on it.

  With a loud rumble, Xu Yang's mind was once again absorbed into the Shadow Stone. This time, he wanted to choose a Supreme Beast, observe its divine form, and transform it into a mysterious spirit.

  "Since I'm going to demonstrate the power of Huo Ji Xuan, let's first condense the spirit of Huo Ji Xuan... Zhu Que and Feng Huang each have their own strengths... But in comparison, Zhu Que seems even more ferocious." Xu Yang thought silently.

  Soon, the image of Zhuque's battle appeared. This bird with wings that covered the sky was a fierce creature. Its double wings flapped, stirring up endless true fire, burning the earth and boiling the rivers. A pair of fierce eyes scanned the horizon, shooting out blazing flames that rolled in waves, leaving nothing unscathed.

  "To perfectly materialize the Vermilion Bird's Mystical Spirit, aside from having a robust and profound reserve of mystical energy, I also need to refine some truly extraordinary treasures! For example, the treasured bones and feathers of certain ferocious fire-type beasts and birds can transform into wings. And as for those eyes that can transform anything, they require some extremely hard and yang spiritual materials to be carved into shape..."

  "But for now, I can first transform into the embryonic form of Zhuque Xuanling, with its plumage, ferocious eyes and sharp beak. When I have the chance to encounter a treasure in the future, I will continue to refine it."

  Xu Yang concentrated on observing Zhu Que's various postures, such as flapping its wings, striking, soaring high and diving down, trying to grasp the spirit and charm within. Gradually, he seemed to have gained a little enlightenment.

  "To transform into Vermilion Bird, one needs to have a destructive will that burns and annihilates everything, only then can they evolve into the high temperature close to the true fire of Vermilion Bird..."

  Xu Yang manipulated the power of his heart to dodge, evading the residual might of Zhu Que's fierce gaze, but also sensed the destructive will contained within those two streams of flames.