From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

There are many benefits to taking Lingquan for a long time, including stabilizing the origin, cleansing oneself, and changing physical constitution.

But this requires a large amount of spiritual springs, which are difficult for ordinary cultivators to even touch, let alone drink as water. Yingchuan now has a source of spiritual springs that can produce spiritual springs continuously, so he has no regrets at all.

He went into deep seclusion, hoping to quickly break through to the peak of the Golden Core stage.

Although the amount of black oil used increases as the level of cultivation increases, it is still enough.

As time passed, his cultivation continued to grow.

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Time passed quickly, and fifteen years had passed in a flash. His cultivation had also increased to the peak of the Golden Core stage, reaching the critical point of becoming a mortal.

Without any hesitation, Yingchuan arrived at a desolate Gobi Desert in an instant.

He hid his own cultivation and walked in the world like an ordinary person, honing his state of mind.

He began to walk in the world. He understood the nature of life and had no feelings or attachment to the world.

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He is now just a mortal, wandering in the world without a soul, like a lonely ghost, seeing all the mountains and rivers.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but one day, he came to a small village in the mountains.

This village is mainly engaged in hunting, and they are quite welcoming to outsiders. If they want to invite them to have a meal together, let alone someone like Yingchuan who seems to have an extraordinary status, their first thought is to curry favor with him.

Yingchuan knew exactly what they wanted to do. There was no need to care. In his eyes, they were just a group of monkeys.

But he didn't do anything. He just nodded lightly as a sign of agreement, and then he paused there.

This place is very remote, and Yingchuan just happened to come here, so this place is very poor, and apart from occasionally hunting some prey, there is no meat.

There were few original women in the village, and the rest were either from neighboring villages or abducted. Of course, they could not afford any good quality ones.

The abducted woman was in great pain and wanted Yingchuan to beg her for help. However, all this had nothing to do with Yingchuan.

They took out their treasured old goods to entertain him.

In the evening, they gathered with Yingchuan, a group of strong men and old men gathered together, drinking and bragging, their voices were vulgar and unbearable to hear.

Yingchuan looked at the porridge with a few rotten rice grains floating in front of him, he picked it up and took a sip.

There was a deep vulgarity in the mundane world that corroded his body. He let it go and remained silent.

With a slight stroke of the palm, blood flew and it turned into a hell. There was no particular requirement for becoming a mortal. How could a mortal guess what a real cultivator looked like?

He didn't care about the lives of mortals. He set a big fire, and the mountain village was destroyed. He left that place and continued to walk in the world.

He has his own Tao in his annoyance, which is just to calm his "Tao heart" and polish it.

He was extremely calm inside and had no concept of killing. He had killed so many people that he had no concept of life anymore.

Man, human nature makes him feel bored. He looks at all life equally. He has no interest in it. It doesn't matter.

He also looks down on humans. He is fed up with them. He finds humans disgusting and wants to abandon them. He wants to become "God", the real "God".

Human beings are ridiculous creatures. They think they are the center of the universe, but they are nothing but a group of monkeys. Even if they have history, they are just more advanced monkeys.

He was high above, looking down at the monkeys like a god.

The "person" in Yingchuan's heart became smaller and smaller, his eyes became colder and colder, and his determination to follow the Tao became more and more resolute.

There was a voice in his mind that kept telling him to transform into a baby...transform into a baby, but it was suppressed by him.

During this process, his cultivation was constantly being honed and improved, and he wanted to hone his cultivation to be strong enough.

He continued to walk through the world, without a purpose, not knowing where he was going or where he was going.

There was no change in his appearance, and he was calm, like a real mortal. He took one step after another without stopping.

His state of mind became extremely calm. Nothing could shake him, no one could block his way, and no one could change his way. His gaze was as firm as a rock.

He insisted that this was not his way. He wanted to truly transcend and become the true "God". This was his lifelong pursuit and no one could do it.

He lives only for himself, he doesn't care about anyone. A hundred years is enough to wear away a "person", and the only thing in his heart is the pursuit of "Tao".

He pursues becoming a "god", and even more so the process. He enjoys this process, and this is the real life. Only in this way can he feel that he is alive.

What he pursues is true freedom, freedom between heaven and earth, true freedom, which includes everything.

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He came to Weiwu, a place that had almost recovered after more than sixty years. He was a mortal.

Yingchuan did not hide himself. There was nothing to hide. His wanted posters were everywhere and most people knew him.

He entered the city without any difficulty, and when he looked at it again with his current perspective, he gained more.

He was like an ordinary man, walking on the road. In his eyes, all the scenes in the world had no meaning. All things in the world were like a piece of paper.

He walked straight through the city without stopping, taking in the experience.

He walked in the world, experienced all kinds of life, and gained insights from them.

A few years later, when he was 180 years old, he encountered his Nascent Soul Tribulation.

At this moment, he was extremely calm, calmly facing this catastrophe. Xu Mofeng was observing from a distance, full of curiosity about what kind of catastrophe Yingchuan would go through.

The "people" of Yingchuan are basically gone, only the so-called "anti" remains.

Dark clouds gathered, rumbling sounds were heard, the atmosphere was extremely suppressed, thunder flashed, and the void shattered.

A shocking flash of lightning passed by, and the blood-red thunder transformed into a giant axe, which came down with the might of splitting the world.

A bright sword light flashed, the void exploded, time and space became unified, and it fell down, and the two rays of light collided violently.

Xu Mofeng was shocked. He didn't expect Yingchuan to be so perverted. He would do this right at the beginning.

Above the void, a Taoist diagram appeared, blocking the calamity light. With the Earth Card on Yingchuan's head, he was invincible and had great power.

His cultivation had been constantly honed and became stronger before, which was why he was able to achieve this level.

He was extremely powerful, his fist shot up into the sky, shattering everything, and no lightning could strike him.

Yingchuan had a plan, which was why he did not immediately start drawing the lightning into his body.