Mysterious mirror hanging high

"You've all formed a Nascent Soul, don't you know how difficult it is to open the acupoints?"

Seeing that Ye Xingyun was about to share some of his experiences in forming a baby, several Jindan Zhenren present, including Guan Lingxiao, pricked up their ears, fearing that they would miss any key information.

Ye Xingyun then added, "Condensing the Nascent Soul is a relatively easy step. It should be the easiest for Xuan Jing...but what about the Heart Demon Tribulation that comes after that?"

"I think Xuan Jing has a good character, so we shouldn't be able to trap him."

"The difficulty lies in the step of [opening the mind]."

"You must know that the difficulty of opening each orifice of the Nascent Soul will double. If the difficulty of opening the [first orifice] is [one], then the difficulty of opening the [second orifice] will become [two]."

"If you want to open the [Third Aperture], the difficulty becomes [Fourth]."

"The fourth orifice is [eight]... and so on."

"For two Jindan cultivators with the same Nascent Soul formation conditions, if there are no other variables, each additional acupoint they open will require their foundational foundation in the Immortal Path to double..."

"Back then, Li Suxuan had only just reached the eighth level of his infant form. How many Jindan cultivators in this world would dare to claim that their innate energy is twice as great as Li Suxuan's Jindan?"

Ye Xingyun sighed, "Back when I was a Jindan, I estimated that my foundation was similar to that of the Little Li Sword Immortal. To be able to condense the Nine-Aperture Nascent Soul, I needed the right time, place, and people. In fact, I just took advantage of it and relied on external forces."

"If I were to form an infant again, there's no chance of it ever reaching the Nine Apertures!"

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At the top of Tianji Peak, the strong wind from the sky is like the roar of a dragon and a tiger.

Jing Yu sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy, constantly balancing the magic power and true energy in his body. The major acupoints in his body absorbed and exhaled the essence of the sun and the moon, and he was almost completely enveloped by the rich spiritual energy.

"It's time to condense the Nascent Soul!"

Although Jing Yu's face was calm, his mood was fluctuating a little.

His method of condensing the Nascent Soul was very different from that of ordinary people. He did not follow the [egg-born] method of breaking the elixir to form the Nascent Soul, but took the [viviparous] route.

Although he had used the [Puppet Golden Pill] to simulate thousands of times and believed that he was completely confident, this time was different from a simulation after all, so Jing Yu naturally had to be cautious.

"Kan and Li meet, and the golden elixir embraces the fetus!"

The flawless golden elixir that had been nurtured in the dantian for many years suddenly burst out with glazed golden light.

After a while, the [Flawless Golden Pill] lost its original appearance and gradually grew a head and limbs, taking the shape of a fetus, as if it was sleeping on its side in Jing Yu's dantian.

If this strange phenomenon were seen by cultivators from the outside world, they would surely be horrified - there is a clear instruction in the ancient books of the Xianzhou Realm: "The golden elixir is like an egg, which hatches into a baby" - but at this moment, a birth that goes against common sense is taking place in Jing Yu's body.

Gradually, the shape of the fetus became more solid, and the fingers and toes that were originally connected separated naturally, and it really looked like a baby.

After a long time, fine meridians had already grown in the baby's body. Those golden veins actually corresponded completely to the eight extraordinary meridians in Jing Yu's body, like a reflection in a mirror.

Jing Yu observed it with the method of inner vision and felt that this Nascent Soul was very different from the ordinary Nascent Souls recorded in the book. Generally speaking, the Nascent Souls condensed by cultivators are mostly pure white in color, and some are similar to the colors of their own spiritual roots... or if they have practiced some kind of magic technique, they are often blood-red, pitch black, etc.

But the Nascent Soul that Jing Yu was holding and sleeping in his Dantian was light gold in color, and faintly translucent. One could vaguely see a golden heart beating inside the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul was still sleeping soundly, but it gradually rose from the lower Dantian position within Jing Yu's physical body, and soon rose to the side of Jing Yu's Niwan Palace.

"After the Nascent Soul is formed, the next step is to merge the sea of ​​consciousness with the Nascent Soul, merging them into one. Once completed, the cultivator's Dharma body will no longer be a threat. As long as the Nascent Soul is not destroyed, it can live forever in the world."

"However, for cultivators who cultivate both their Dharma and physical bodies, the physical body is still crucial after the Nascent Soul stage. This is because for Nascent Soul cultivators with strong physical bodies, compared to cultivators who specialize in cultivating Qi, there is another path to spiritual transformation, where the body and soul merge into one..."

"But that's not what I need to consider right now. After all, migrating the sea of ​​consciousness shakes the very foundation of the soul. As the sea of ​​consciousness merges with the Nascent Soul, the mind will be overrun with delusions, leading to external demons invading the body... This is what's known as the [Inner Demon Tribulation]."

Jing Yu calmed down and guided the [Sea of ​​Consciousness] in the [Niwan Palace], which was between reality and illusion, to slowly merge with the sleeping Nascent Soul. At the moment when his Sea of ​​Consciousness completely took over the Nascent Soul, he suddenly heard a demonic sound in his ears, and countless illusions came one after another, as if to completely shatter his soul!

The next moment, Jing Yu's consciousness went dark, and he fell into an eternal and boundless illusion...

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When Jing Yu opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed, unable to move. The powerful body of the original [Golden Body Realm] was no longer there, replaced by an extremely weak body.

His nose moved and he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant.

He heard the sounds of "ding", "ding", and "ding". He turned his head with some difficulty and found that the source of the sound was a huge electrocardiogram monitor.

"This is... a hospital?"

Jing Yu finally realized that he seemed to be lying on a hospital bed, with tubes inserted all over his body, feeling the weak vitality in his body. He seemed to gradually begin to recall what had happened.

"I was bench pressing at the gym when I had an accident..."

It was then that Jing Yu discovered that there was a woman sitting at the edge of the bed. The woman's hair was dyed brown, but a little sparse. She was leaning sideways, holding a fruit knife in her hand, and was peeling an apple carefully.

"mom?"

Jing Yu called out with difficulty. The woman in front of him was his mother—or to be more precise, his mother in his previous life.

The woman turned her head, looked at Jing Yu, sighed, and said:

"Son, you just woke up from a coma and are out of danger. The doctor said you need to rest for a while and not speak..."

The mother's chattering did not stop:

"Tell me about you...you don't pay any attention to safety. Luckily, the coaches at the gym saw you being pinned by the barbell and rescued you in time...otherwise, how would your parents have lived in the future?"

Jing Yu swallowed hard and said slowly, "Where's Dad?"

"Your dad is going to get you some food... You can only eat liquid food these days. Wait a few days and then let the doctor observe you..."

Feeling the mixed emotions of his mother's concern, complaints, and fear, Jing Yu became increasingly silent. This silence continued until a man in his fifties walked into the ward carrying a lunch box.

Jing Yu looked at the man with gray hair with a complicated look in his eyes and called out softly:

"dad."