Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Why is there no movement?"

Wen Rennuo, who was only at the Jindan stage, looked up at the sky so hard that his neck felt a little sore, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on, so he asked with some confusion.

"Yang Dingfeng is regulating his spiritual energy."

A gentle voice sounded at the right time.

Xiao Shihua wore a faint smile on his face as he patiently explained, "Arnold, do you know why, regardless of the number of acupoints, cultivators who wish to achieve Divine Transformation must wait at least 49 days to achieve it?"

Before Wen Rennuo could reply, Xiao Shihua answered, "That's because, in fact, the time required to refine the laws into the acupoints is not that long. According to the cultivator's level of control over the laws, some with extraordinary talent can even refine it in an instant."

"But before using the acupoints to carry the laws, it is necessary to condition the Nascent Soul, allowing it to slowly transform from a spiritual body to a [body of law], so that it can withstand the power of the laws."

"If you haven't completely transformed your Nascent Soul's body into a body of law, and you rashly refine the law into it, it will only cause irreversible damage to your Nascent Soul's Dharma image. In serious cases, there's even a chance that your body will explode and die."

"And the process of transforming the Nascent Soul Dharmakaya into the Dharmakaya Body takes exactly 49 days, no more, no less."

"I see!" Wen Rennuo suddenly realized, "Doesn't that mean the first forty-nine days are nothing interesting? Damn it, Brother Shihua, didn't we come too early?"

Xiao Shihua smiled faintly, "For a disciple from a major sect like Yang Dingfeng, who has the support of the Spiritual Transformation Sect, the past forty-nine days of refining his Dharma form are indeed extremely boring. After all, he is trapped in this Spiritual Transformation Formation, and is secretly guarded by several Heavenly Monarchs of the Penglai Orthodox Sect. No one can touch him."

"But for a casual cultivator with no background, these 49 days of immobility are the most dangerous process. If a Divine Transformation cultivator comes and interferes for a moment, he will die and his cultivation will be annihilated."

After saying that, Xiao Shihua looked at Jing Yu, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Jing Yu naturally ignored this person and just stared at the extremely thick spiritual clouds above the sky and the looming figure that was currently entrenched at the top of Xiyue Peak.

Forty-nine days passed like this, and more and more cultivators gathered around Songfeng Pavilion, all wanting to witness with their own eyes whether Yang Dingfeng's transformation into a god was successful or not. Wen Rennuo, who arrived first, was already yawning... Just when he was bored, the inspiration from heaven and earth suddenly changed, and he jumped up straight.

"here we go!"

Lu Yingzhao's expression was solemn. "Yang Dingfeng's Nascent Soul Dharma Image has completely transformed into a Body of Law. If the laws are not refined into his acupoints, his Nascent Soul Dharma Image will soon be directly assimilated and eliminated by the various laws of heaven and earth... Once the Body of Law is formed, there is no turning back!"

Ye Xingyun stroked his chin and chuckled, "Guess which law the Master of Chess will start with? I'm guessing one of the Five Elements Laws... It's said that when a law is refined, the laws of heaven and earth resonate, and all sorts of strange phenomena will occur. Who knows if it will be a celestial fire, a flood on the Golden Mountain, or even a scene of wild vegetation growing wildly..."

But what they did not expect was that the scene of the Five Elements Law condensing into substance did not appear. Instead, an extremely unbearable stench came from the top of Xiyue Peak and was transmitted to the outside world through the Spirit Transformation Formation, causing all the cultivators who were watching to frown. Some of them could not hold on and even blocked their sense of smell.

At the same time, large amounts of filth fell from the sky. The cultivators put up magical shields to isolate themselves, but the filth seemed to be omnipresent. Most of them were unable to avoid it and ended up getting on their robes, making everyone's body covered with a foul odor.

Even the most unlucky ones are the sword practitioners who carry magic swords with them.

A ball of filth stained a sword cultivator's magic sword, instantly defiling it. The sword cultivator felt extremely painful as the magic sword, which had been nurtured for many years, had its spiritual power severely damaged.

As for Yang Dingfeng, who was standing on the top of Mount Xiyue, his entire physical body was covered with a thick layer of filth. He became smelly and had lost the demeanor of a True Lord Yuanying. Instead, he looked like a homeless beggar who had not washed his body for several years.

Ye Xingyun was lucky, as none of the filth falling from the sky landed on him. However, he pinched his nose, his fat face flushed the color of liver, and he screamed in a shrill voice:

"What kind of law is Yang Dingfeng cultivating?"

[The Law of Filth].

Yang Dingfeng ignored the changes in his body. At this moment, a ball of constantly rotating filth was quietly residing in an acupoint in his Nascent Soul Dharma Image. It was the manifestation of the [Law of Filth].

Before the cultivators could clean up the filth on their bodies, bursts of dark green poisonous fog suddenly filled the sky and earth, attracting the cultivators' escape lights.

"It's poisonous! Run!"

A cultivator shouted and everyone fled in all directions. The cultivators outside the formation were not seriously poisoned because they were isolated by the Songfeng Pavilion's mountain protection formation. However, the Xiyue disciples who stayed on Xiyue Peak suffered. Many disciples did not have time to escape and were knocked unconscious by the poisonous gas.

Xu Baiwei endured the poisoning of her body and quickly transferred out the disciples with lower cultivation and who had been poisoned and fainted.

Jing Yu also inhaled some poisonous gas outside the formation, but with a slight movement of his Ku Du body, the toxins in his body were completely cleared.

He thought to himself, "The toxicity of this poison gas is quite ordinary. Even a Qi-cultivating cultivator wouldn't be killed by it... After all, it's just a small amount of the manifestation of the law. Compared to the law itself, it has no power at all. No wonder Xiyue Peak didn't evacuate its disciples in advance... But Yang Dingfeng, who has refined this law into his acupoints, is different!"

Sure enough, Yang Dingfeng, who was sitting on the top of Xiyue Peak, had his face turned purple-red, and it was obvious that he was severely poisoned.

"The Law of Poison! This is definitely the Law of Poison!"

Lu Yingzhao was puzzled. "This Qi Zhenjun is indeed from the demonic path. How come the first two laws he cultivated are so bizarre? He doesn't have the slightest trace of a righteous immortal."

Not to mention Lu Yingzhao, many low-level cultivators who came to join in the fun looked at each other in bewilderment. They had heard that when a cultivator becomes a spirit, the corresponding laws will manifest in the world, which will be of great help to the practice of the corresponding spells and magical powers.

For example, if Yang Dingfeng is refining the [Law of Fire], then in the process of refining the law, the fire cultivators will most likely get some insights related to the law. The cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage will have the opportunity to get started with this law, and the cultivators below the late Nascent Soul stage can also take this opportunity to practice fire magic, which can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

But now, not only has he gotten into trouble, but many monks have also been poisoned. Who can he go to for justice?

But what these monks didn't know was that the nightmare had just begun.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, a Qigong cultivator coughed violently several times, and it became unstoppable, causing all the cultivators around him to start coughing.

"Ouch!"

A monk covered his knees, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and cried out in pain:

"It's not even rainy yet, why is my old joint problem coming back?"