Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu's incarnation ceremony came to an end. Lu Yingzhao and Guan Lingxiao ascended to heaven in broad daylight, which became a legend for a while and attracted much discussion from all the cultivators.

Even though the God Transformation Ceremony has ended, Tianxu Island is still the largest gathering place for cultivators in the entire East China Sea, and the cultivators stationed here are still overcrowded - including some cultivators who are good at scheming and maneuvering, trying to get close to a high-level cultivator who is practicing on Tianxu Island.

As the only blood relative of Xuanjing Tianjun and also a Yuanying Zhenjun himself, Zhao Yuanxi naturally became the target of flattery and intrigue by many lower cultivators. However, at this moment, Zhao Yuanxi had no intention of dealing with these trivial matters. Instead, he declined all visitors, hid in the valley for seclusion, and used a large formation to isolate the inside and outside.

When she returned to her valley, the moonlight was filling the cold pool in the valley.

The valley here is rich in spiritual energy, and it is one of the best in the entire Tianxu Island. After Zhao Yuanxi opened the Divine Cauldron Formation and destroyed the Immortal Dynasty, he returned to Tianxu Island with his uncle Jing Yu. Jing Yu specially selected such a treasured place for him to practice, and it has been hundreds of years since then.

The priceless Snow Glass Tree beside the pond was still quietly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and its petals fell like ice crystals, just like every night of her unremitting cultivation over the past hundreds of years.

But today, she felt a little tired.

Wan Lingjun's words still lingered in my ears, every word clear and shocking.

"...If I had been able to achieve five or more orifices back then, even if I ended up dead, I would have tried to achieve the Spirit Transformation. But it's only three orifices? Why waste my years? I might as well grow old with the one I love, and then my life will not be wasted..."

Zhao Yuanxi stepped into the abode, his fingertips brushing against the window frame.

Outside the window, the sea of ​​clouds rises and falls, and the stars hang low. It is a scene that I have seen for hundreds of years, but tonight it seems particularly cold and lonely.

For thousands of years, she got up at 3:00 AM every day and rested at 12:00 PM, honing her magic power, strengthening her body, practicing her skills, and cultivating her supernatural powers... She did this regardless of the cold or heat, or rain or shine.

Whether in Wushan Market, Xiaoyao Fairy City, or even in Shending Heaven... no matter how heavy the chores and government affairs were, she never forgot to practice.

In the past few hundred years since following my great-uncle to Tianxu Island, I have put aside all mundane affairs and concentrated on nurturing the Nascent Soul Dharma Image in my body.

It seems that as long as you work hard enough, you can make up for your innate lack of talent and understanding.

But today, Wan Lingjun's words shattered the dream she had carefully maintained for thousands of years.

This night was the first time that Zhao Yuanxi did not practice.

She took off the precious robe that she carried with her all day long, which helped her practice, and put on a plain white robe. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall on her shoulders, and she took off the ice flower hairpin that she had nurtured for who knows how many years.

The jade hairpin was placed on the table, and the flowing spiritual light seemed to dim a little.

She walked to the couch made of ten-thousand-year-old cold jade by the window. This couch could calm the mind and help with spiritual practice, but she had never actually used it as a couch.

She slowly lay down, and the magic power in her body stopped flowing, making her feel uncomfortable for a moment.

Monks have long been accustomed to practicing instead of sleeping. During the practice, they can enter a deep state of meditation, which allows them to restore their spirit, hone their magic power, and relieve fatigue.

For them, sleeping alone is both a luxury and a waste of time.

But today she did nothing, just closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright outside.

Zhao Yuanxi slept until noon. She sat up and stared at the clear sky outside the window. This was the first time she missed her usual morning practice class, but she felt a sense of relief and inexplicably relaxed.

After walking out of the valley, Zhao Yuanxi walked aimlessly on the Fugui Mountain Road. Suddenly, he saw a flash of light in the distance. It seemed that several foundation-building monks were talking and laughing, passing by the mountain road.

"Wait, where are you going?" Zhao Yuanxi stopped a few people and asked.

The monks who were stopped were wearing Xuanjing Taoist uniforms and were obviously disciples of the Taoist academy. When they recognized Zhao Yuanxi, they were all startled and became stiff.

"So it's Master Yuanxi who's here... Master, we're planning to go to [Linhai Cliff] and watch [Silverfish Transform into Gold]."

"Hmm?" Zhao Yuanxi was slightly startled. "What is [Silverfish Transformed into Gold]?"

Several disciples looked at each other, and one of the female cultivators boldly said:

"On this day of the year on the east coast of Tianxu Island, a naturally formed magnetic mountain on the seafloor, three feet below the cliffs, meets the sun's energy in the sky. Every noon, a vortex of spiritual energy called [Mysterious Gold Qi] condenses on the sea surface near the cliffs."

"There is a fish in the East China Sea called the Silver Thread Fish. If it inhales this Mysterious Gold Qi, its silver will turn into gold and transform into a Golden Thread Fish."

"But this [Mysterious Gold Qi] usually condenses in the air. If the silver thread fish wants to transform it into gold, it must jump out of the water, and jump very high."

"So every year at noon on this day, hundreds of thousands of silver thread fish gather along the entire east coast to transform into gold. However, due to the limited amount of [Mysterious Gold Energy], only a few fish can transform into golden thread fish."

"At that time, thousands of silver fish will leap out of the water, which is an incredible spectacle. Every year, monks go to watch it."

Zhao Yuanxi was slightly stunned: "So there is such a wonder."

She had lived on Tianxu Island for hundreds of years, but she practiced in the valley at this time every day, so that for hundreds of years, she was completely unaware of this matter.

"True Lord, do you want to go and see what's going on?" the courageous female cultivator asked tentatively. "It's rare to gather so many silver thread fish. It's not easy."

"Many silver thread fish have to swim slowly from far away oceans to make this leap, perhaps spending their entire lives on this long journey for this slim chance of transformation."

"Among them, countless silver thread fish kept leaping higher and higher, eventually running out of energy and dying from exhaustion."

"The meat of these silver thread fish is delicious. With simple preparation, they become a rare delicacy. The golden thread fish that have transformed after absorbing the [Mysterious Gold Qi] are even more precious. We, the lower cultivators, are not lucky enough to enjoy them. If you, the True Lord, want to try them, you can ask the Jindan True Lords who are collecting the golden thread fish on the scene for some."

Zhao Yuanxi was silent for a moment, then nodded and flew towards [Linhai Cliff].

When we arrived at the place, we found that it was already full of cultivators, most of whom were practicing Qigong or building foundation. There were only dozens of Jindan Zhenren, and there were very few in the Yuanying realm.

Zhao Yuanxi had no intention of alarming others. She simply suppressed her breath and transformed herself into an ordinary female cultivator. Riding on a cloud, she chose a place with a wide view and quietly waited for the scene of [Silverfish Turning into Gold].

Not long after, the sun above the sky gradually moved upwards, and the huge and pure solar essence fell down, gradually condensing into a vortex of spiritual energy shining with golden light on the edge of the cliff by the sea.