Immortals Step into Heaven

Zheng Yuan's face was pale, his breathing somewhat erratic. The intense battle had drained him of his mana, leaving him physically exhausted. He quickly pulled a mana-restoring pill from his bosom, emitting a warm glow, and swallowed it. The pill melted in his mouth, sending a warm current through his meridians. He quickly closed his eyes, concentrated, and practiced his cultivation techniques, absorbing the potency of the pill to restore his lost mana.

After a moment, Zheng Yuan opened his eyes again, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he had regained some spirit. He turned his head to look at Ling'er and Xiao Hei beside him, nodded slightly, then turned around resolutely and strode towards the formation with the two of them. Ling'er followed closely behind Zheng Yuan,

After entering the village, Zheng Yuan said, "Ling'er, practice the Shura Sha Tian Jue here. Although this village has just experienced a bloodbath, it has also gathered a considerable amount of evil spirit, blood, and souls. The conditions are quite suitable for practicing this technique, and practicing here should yield twice the result with half the effort." Ling'er nodded obediently, looking around, a flicker of fear in her eyes, but when she looked at Zheng Yuan, her expression became resolute. She found a relatively secluded place with a strong evil spirit, sat cross-legged, and began to practice the Shura Sha Tian Jue.

As Ling'er's cultivation technique was activated, the surrounding evil spirits, blood, and residual souls seemed to be drawn towards her, slowly converging on her, forming faint streams of tri-colored air around her. Zheng Yuan stood guard, his eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance, his Flowing Light Sword tightly gripped, preventing any potential danger from disrupting Ling'er's practice. Xiao Hei also lay quietly nearby, his ears twitching as he similarly observed the surroundings. His eyes revealed a calmness that didn't match his size, as if he too understood the importance of protecting Ling'er's cultivation at this moment.

As Ling'er cultivated the Shura Shatian Jue, a circle of tricolor light gradually formed around her, tightly enveloping her. The three colors of light, respectively, manifested as a deep black, a piercing red, and an eerie purple. As the light flickered, it felt as if countless vengeful spirits howled and raged within, emitting an extremely eerie aura. The light was sometimes as thick as ink, sometimes as thin as smoke, constantly shifting in shape, writhing and struggling as if possessed of life.

Zheng Yuan stared at Ling'er from the side, his eyes filled with worry and concern. Although he knew that the Shura Sha Tian Jue required extraordinary practice, the strange sight before him still made his heart leap to his throat. Xiao Hei, seemingly sensing something, stood up and circled around Zhao Ling'er, occasionally letting out a deep growl, his hair standing on end as if trying to intimidate someone!

Ling'er frowned, a look of pain appeared on her face, and her body trembled slightly. It was obvious that she was enduring the huge impact and torture brought by the martial arts.

Ling'er felt trapped in an endless purgatory. Ten thousand ghosts, claws and fangs bared, lunged at her, their shrill cries mingling. Like a black tide, they overwhelmed Ling'er's soul. Sharp claws, claws, and bites pierced Ling'er's soul with each bite. Her body trembled like a leaf in a gust of wind, her brow twisted into knots, her anguish evident. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, dripping onto the ground and instantly transforming into wisps of mist, entwining with the three-colored light. The surrounding scene became even more eerie and terrifying, like a scene from hell.

Just as Ling'er was about to give up and her consciousness began to blur, Xiao Hei suddenly roared. This roar was like the sound of a huge bell, imbued with endless majesty. It resounded in Zhao Ling'er's sea of ​​consciousness. Wherever it reached, the ghosts seemed to be intimidated by some powerful force. Their bodies suddenly froze, and expressions of fear appeared on their faces. Then they trembled and retreated involuntarily, not daring to come any closer to Ling'er. This bought Ling'er a moment of respite, allowing her to gather a little strength to resist in this desperate situation where thousands of souls were biting at her.

The long, agonizing day finally passed. The once intense, eerie tricolor light gradually dimmed, like a flame consuming itself, until it vanished completely. Xiao Hei collapsed limply at Zhao Linger's feet, his body heaving violently as he gasped for breath, his tongue hanging limply at the corner of his mouth. His fur, soaked with sweat, lay matted to his body, and his limbs trembled slightly, clearly on the verge of exhaustion. Even so, his eyes remained fixed on Linger, filled with vigilance and concern. At the slightest sign of movement, he would force himself to stand.

Zheng Yuan witnessed this scene, his heart filled with emotion and heartache. He quickly walked over to Xiao Hei's side, gently squatted, and carefully removed three Spirit Beast Pills, each emitting a warm, fragrant glow, from his storage bag. He gently stroked Xiao Hei's head and whispered, "Xiao Hei, you've given your all this time for Ling'er. You've worked so hard. Take these pills and regain your strength." He then held the pills to Xiao Hei's lips. Xiao Hei sniffed the pills, a flicker of joy in his eyes. With difficulty, he raised his head, opened his mouth, and swallowed the three Spirit Beast Pills one by one. After a moment, a faint glow enveloped Xiao Hei's body. His breathing gradually steadied, his limbs stopped trembling, and his fatigue eased slightly. However, he remained by Ling'er's side, as if awaiting the moment she would awaken.

Three days passed slowly in silence and anticipation. Finally, Zhao Linger's fingers trembled slightly, and then her eyelids fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. In an instant, a light flashed in her eyes, like a brilliant star streaking across the night sky. That light contained an unprecedented sharpness and confidence, as if after this training, she had been reborn, gaining a new strength.

Xiao Hei, who had been watching over the place, was originally taking a nap. After sensing the movement, he woke up instantly. He barked happily and rubbed Ling'er's legs affectionately, his eyes full of joy and dependence. Zheng Yuan also walked over quickly, a relieved smile on his face, and said, "Ling'er, you finally woke up. I was so worried." Ling'er stood up and stretched her muscles. She felt her spiritual energy filling up and her whole body feeling comfortable. She looked at Zheng Yuan and Xiao Hei, her eyes full of gratitude and warmth, and said softly, "Brother Xiao Yuan, I succeeded.

Zheng Yuan looked at Zhao Linger and was a little surprised. Zhao Linger's cultivation had actually reached the seventh level of Qi training. Although it was a little unstable, it was indeed the aura of the seventh level of Qi training.

He walked up, patted Ling'er's shoulder gently, and said, "I knew you could do it. You've been through so much pain in the past three days. It's really not easy for you to hold on." Xiao Hei was also jumping around, as if celebrating for Ling'er.

Ling'er looked around, seeing the village completely silent. She recalled the ten thousand ghosts ravaging her during her training, and a lingering fear filled her heart. But when she felt the surge of magical power within her, it all seemed like a dream. "If it weren't for Xiao Hei, who repelled those ghosts at that crucial moment, I wouldn't have been able to hold on. Thank you, Xiao Hei." Ling'er knelt down and stroked Xiao Hei's head, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Zheng Yuan nodded and said, "Xiao Hei has indeed made an invaluable contribution this time. When we return home, we must reward him well. Ling'er, you have just broken through and you still need some time to consolidate your realm. This place is quite secluded. Let's stay here for a few days until you have thoroughly mastered this power, and then we will leave." Ling'er responded obediently, closing her eyes again and starting to circulate her spiritual energy to familiarize herself with this new power. Zheng Yuan watched quietly by the side, his eyes full of doting and anticipation. Xiao Hei also lay quietly by the side, occasionally looking up at Ling'er and Zheng Yuan. A warm atmosphere permeated this slightly dilapidated village.