Reborn as a tree, the peerless god is obsessed

Holding the tinder in his hand, he walked for less than half an hour before he saw a recessed area on the right, which seemed to have a tightly closed stone door.

To the right of the door, there was an arched area, hidden by dense vines. She fumbled around, and with a rumbling sound, the stone door slowly opened.

The hall, which can accommodate two to three hundred people, has a very high ceiling, which looks like it is covered with a thin layer of fog, with starlight flashing from time to time.

The hall was furnished with stone tables, stone benches, stone beds, and stone tables. Yet, it didn't seem overly cluttered, appearing refreshing and clean, as if someone had just cleaned it.

There are three more doors on the opposite wall of the hall.

When Xue Yao opened the middle one, what came into view was a narrow passage that could only accommodate one person, connected to another cave hall.

She opened two more doors, each with a cave hall behind it.

There's no feeling of stuffiness here; the air is just as fresh as outside. There's even greenery in the hall, with lush vines on both sides and a gurgling stream on the far left.

She scooped up a handful of stream water and felt a sweet, spiritual energy that permeated her heart and slowly spread throughout her body. It was a spiritual spring. It was actually a spiritual spring.

"God bless me, what a blessed place!" Xue Yao liked it very much. She immediately sat cross-legged on a cloud-like rock, took a deep breath, and began to practice according to the routine taught by her mother in her previous life.

The secrets taught by her mother in her previous life were deeply imprinted in her mind. She knew that this was not a cultivation method that could be easily grasped, and it required a pious heart and extraordinary perseverance.

“Only by truly understanding the mysteries can one glimpse the true meaning of cultivation.”

Xue Yao remembered her mother's teachings and advice in her heart, which became the motivation and guidance for her to persist in her practice.

He collected his thoughts, his mind gradually calmed down, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Regulate the breath in the body and try to enter the state of cultivation.

At the beginning, she was a little confused and didn't know how to control the rhythm and strength of the practice.

However, she was not discouraged. She tried again and again, firmly believing that she would master this unique practice method.

She knows very well that the road ahead is long and only through unremitting persistence and hard work can she go further.

What's more, the current situation does not allow her to slack off any longer, as there are urgent matters waiting for her to solve.

Facing the demon's provocation, her life was at stake, so she had to push herself. In the days ahead, she would never allow those demons and monsters to act tyrannically again.

Gradually, she felt the spiritual energy around her begin to flow towards her, wrapping her like a gentle blanket.

These spiritual energies exuded a fresh breath, gently circling around her body surface, filling her whole body, and entering her meridians, as if wanting to merge with her.

This mysterious power made her feel inexplicably comfortable and at ease. This wonderful feeling made her even more convinced that her practice would yield results.

However, she didn't expect that just when she was about to speed up her cultivation in this state, she suddenly felt a surge of energy and blood in her body starting to run rampant uncontrollably.

"What's going on?" She quickly calmed herself down and stopped rushing into anything. Instead, she carefully followed her mother's instructions. She slowly refined the spiritual energy within her body, transforming it into spiritual power bit by bit and channeling it into her dantian.

Two days later, she finally officially entered the state of cultivation.

The surrounding spiritual energy continued to flow towards her, wrapping her up like a silkworm cocoon.

The cinnabar plum blossom on her forehead occasionally glowed and flickered with a faint light.

On the seventh day, fine beads of sweat began to soak her forehead, and a wisp of smoke lingered around her. Soon, her brows furrowed slightly, and the cinnabar plum on her forehead began to flicker rapidly, turning her face red.

Xue Yao felt the spiritual energy in her body surge, like the steps of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, roaring and swirling wildly within her body.

The strange changes made her fall into an extremely throbbing state, and the energy in her body was like a mighty river, flowing endlessly.

Sweating profusely, she felt as if she was in flames. The spiritual power in her body continued to surge, forming a huge cyclone that surrounded her.

She struggled to maintain the energy in her body, her body trembling slightly.

As her practice deepened, the entire hall began to tremble, as if resonating with her.

The cinnabar plum blossom on her forehead emitted a bright light, becoming more and more dazzling.

At this moment, the sky was filled with clouds, like a series of strange paintings. At this moment, Xueyao was like the brightest pearl in the world, radiating light that was too dazzling to be looked at.

Xue Yao's mind also fluctuated accordingly. She sensed the changes in herself. Those powers that were once difficult to control now seemed to be under her control.

As the spiritual energy boiled, she felt an unprecedented power leaping in her body, filling every cell.

This power seemed to allow her to touch the depths of her soul, where infinite mysteries and wisdom lay. This power seemed enough to allow her to defy fate and emerge from her cocoon as a butterfly.

Perhaps, this was the moment of breakthrough in her cultivation. She knew very well that this moment would change her life.

She slowly placed her palms against her heart and took a deep breath, as if to gather all the spiritual energy of the world into her body.

Suddenly, as if doors and windows opened, she broke through.

Then came an incredible calmness, as if she had become one with everything around her. The spiritual energy was like a part of her, connecting with her thoughts.

Her cultivation had been improved to an unprecedented level, but she did not stop and continued to practice.

Second breakthrough.

The third breakthrough.

……

The sixth breakthrough.

The process is very difficult, and every breakthrough is like passing through the gates of hell.

Fortunately, all six breakthroughs were relatively smooth.

However, the next seventh level, which was also the final level of this retreat, was not so easy. This time, it was probably not as simple as a trip to the gates of hell.

Once Xueyao breaks through the seventh level, her cultivation will soar to a new level. By then, let alone fighting those monsters, no one within a few hundred miles of Plum Blossom Mountain will be able to match her.

On the twenty-fifth day, Xueyao entered the seventh stage and began absorbing even more spiritual energy. Like a sponge soaking up water, she absorbed it wholeheartedly. The cinnabar plum blossom on her forehead flickered rapidly.

Three days later, that was the twenty-eighth day of her retreat.

Her breathing suddenly became rapid and irregular, like a bird trapped in a cage, struggling to be free, or like a soul lost in the darkness, longing to find a home.

Every breath was accompanied by an intense feeling of heat, and she felt as if she was in a furnace, unable to escape.

A powerful and unfamiliar force raged within her, pushing her consciousness to the edge.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down her face one after another.

She struggled to maintain her sanity, but the air around her grew hotter, as if telling an incredible secret.

"Your mother is dead."

"She's dead."

"Haha, she deserves to die."

The sound ringing in my ears was like a low hum from the abyss, which was creepy.

The sound was like a sharp blade tearing through the darkness, causing Xueyao's heart to beat faster involuntarily.

Unspeakable fear and heartache instantly filled her heart, and she felt that she was gradually being swallowed up by some irresistible force.

Her sanity finally collapsed amidst the sound of fiery breathing, and boundless frenzy surged into her heart.

The originally black long hair had now turned a dazzling red, like a burning flame.

His face was hideous, flushed red, and veins bulged on his neck. It was as if he was filled with some kind of gas, ready to explode at any moment.

The surrounding spiritual energy became even more restless. Her eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, and blood was seeping from her mouth and nose.

She struggled, a dying struggle.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, like a brilliant firework blooming in the sky, instantly burning the entire hall.

With a "thump", Xueyao fell on her back.