Mysterious mirror hanging high

Suddenly, a silver light appeared under the sea surface - it was hundreds of thousands of silver thread fish swimming in from the deep sea.

They are only three inches long, silver-white all over, and their scales reflect a faint light in the sunlight.

More and more fish gathered, gradually dyeing the entire sea into a swaying silver silk.

At three quarters past noon, the sky suddenly changed.

Suddenly, fine golden spots appeared in the air beside the sea cliff, like stardust stirred by invisible hands, and the vortex of [Mysterious Gold Qi] was finally completely formed.

This vortex hangs ten feet above the sea surface, swallowing and exhaling the essence of the sun and the Gengjin energy overflowing from the magnetic mountain on the seabed. Every rotation spreads out a circle of light golden spiritual ripples.

The fish were boiling.

The first silver fish suddenly swung its tail and shot out of the water like an arrow!

Its body drew a silver arc in the air, and its fins spread out vigorously, cutting through the stagnant air like a knife.

However, when it was still several feet away from the black gold energy, it fell down with all its strength, splashing a fleeting wave when it hit the sea surface.

Then came the second, the third... countless silver shadows leaped up from the waves one after another, like a meteor shower flying in reverse.

Wow - Wow -

Silver splashes continued to explode on the sea surface, and schools of fish rushed forward one after another.

Some were snatched away by seabirds as soon as they jumped out of the water; some hit the reefs, their silver scales bursting; and even more ran out of energy in mid-air and fell back into the sea like raindrops.

The entire sea was filled with salty white mist, and layers of white fish bellies floated in the waves, making the monks dizzy.

until--

An exceptionally agile silver thread fish leaped into the air!

Its tail fin flapped out spiral water ripples, and it used the force to soar into the air a second time and plunged into the golden vortex.

The black gold energy instantly wrapped around its body, and its silver scales were coated with a layer of red gold at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fish's eyes turned into amber-colored glass, and golden lines appeared on its back. During the fall, it had transformed into a golden [Golden Thread Fish].

"It's done!" exclaimed the monks on the shore.

The moment the golden thread fish fell into the sea, a circle of spiritual light burst out from its body, scaring the surrounding silver fish into retreating.

Just as it was about to swing its tail and swim towards the deep sea, it was instantly caught in the hands of a Jindan Zhenren with his magic power, who laughed triumphantly.

After that, some silver fish successfully turned into gold, but more silver shadows were still jumping in vain.

As the sun set in the west, the black gold energy finally dissipated, and the sea surface was filled with exhausted silver fish, which were obviously at the end of their strength.

The waves rolled a dying silverfish onto the rocks, its gills opening and closing with difficulty, and its scales had turned a deathly gray.

Zhao Yuanxi took the silver fish, whose life was hanging by a thread, into his hand, transferred a trace of magic power into it, and released it back into the sea.

Seeing that the mysterious gold energy had dissipated and the chance to turn into gold was gone, the silver fish swam around in a circle in a daze, and then slowly swam away into the distance.

"You don't have to save it."

A voice rang out in Zhao Yuanxi's ears: "Every year, hundreds of thousands of silver fish gather here to transform into gold. Only a handful of them are able to transform. A small number of them die of exhaustion, while the majority disperse. They will appear here on this day of the following year, and this cycle will repeat until their lifespan ends."

"Even if you save it, it will come back next year, but it will die here one day."

“Even if it turns into gold by chance? It will only become a spiritual resource in the hands of the cultivators.”

Zhao Yuanxi turned around in surprise, only to see Jing Yu in a gray robe standing on a reef nearby with a gentle smile on his face.

At this moment, the world was completely silent, and the noises of all the cultivators present seemed to have faded away. Zhao Yuanxi swept her mind and found that only she and Jing Yu were left here.

"The rest of the cultivators have been isolated by my magical powers." Jing Yu said:

"I noticed yesterday that you weren't in a good state, and your mood seemed a little unstable. What's wrong? Are you stuck in a dead end?"

"If you have any difficulties, tell your uncle."

Zhao Yuanxi lowered his eyelids and whispered:

"Uncle, what does the late Nascent Soul stage look like?"

Jing Yu was slightly stunned by this. He didn't know how to answer Zhao Yuanxi's incoherent question, but he saw Zhao Yuanxi talking to himself:

"Yuan Xi has read many of the cultivation experiences of seniors who have broken through bottlenecks. Several Lords of Heaven and True Sovereigns have also given me guidance, but I still can't get the point."

"The book records that when a cultivator enters the late Nascent Soul stage, his Nascent Soul Dharma form approaches maturity, and his entire body becomes as transparent as colored glass, radiating light both inside and out."

"The book also states that the transition from the middle stage to the late stage is a huge hurdle. One must hone the mana and true essence within their body until there is no more room for improvement, leaving only a tiny bit of spiritual light to build upon. This allows for an instant enlightenment, and the Dharma form will instantly reach the realm of emptiness and enlightenment."

"Yuan Xi is over 1,400 years old this year. If he didn't have the extra 500 years of lifespan from the [Eternal Green Dao Body], he would probably only have 500 years left to live."

"But my magical power has clearly reached its limit, so why can't I grasp that spark of inspiration?"

"Or, does that little bit of spiritual light really exist?"

Jing Yu was speechless and didn't know how to answer for a moment - when he broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage that year, it was almost a natural process, as if it was just an ordinary day in countless hours of cultivation.

What flash of inspiration? He didn't even notice.

Zhao Yuanxi's eyes dimmed. "Uncle, cultivation is much more difficult than the sect's affairs, or even governing a country."

"When it comes to handling general affairs, practice makes perfect. If I issued a wrong order earlier, I would quickly receive feedback on the results, and I wouldn't make the same mistake again next time."

"Over time, handling all kinds of chores becomes as natural and easy as breathing. I just need to follow my past experience."

"Can you practice? Sometimes when you're reaching a higher level, you don't even know where to go. You're like a headless fly, running around everywhere, and in the end, you end up with a bloody head and nothing to show for it. It's inevitable that you'll feel discouraged."

Zhao Yuanxi sighed slightly, "Plus, Yuanxi has only reached the third stage of the Nascent Soul… Every acupoint in the Nascent Soul is crucial. Without eyes, one cannot see; without ears, one cannot hear; without noses, one cannot smell… If one is not precise enough in grasping the various spiritual changes in the world, it is inevitable that even the slightest mistake will lead to a great error."

"But what Yuan Xi lacks is more than just the foundation of the immortal way."

"Your second disciple, Ye Jinyuan, has similar spiritual roots to Yuan Xi, yet he has now achieved the Five Apertures of the Infant Realm and is poised to achieve Divine Transformation... Previously, Yuan Xi thought he was simply benefiting from his uncle's influence, but now it seems that Jinyuan is truly gifted and possesses his own unique perspectives on cultivation. He is a man of exceptional comprehension."

"It turns out that Yuan Xi's talent is not good enough, and his understanding of cultivation is also extremely mediocre."

"It turns out that I was able to become a Nascent Soul, which is already a blessing from heaven. Before, I still wanted to aspire to become a Divine Being. I really overestimated my own abilities."

Zhao Yuanxi looked bewildered:

"Uncle, if I am destined to have no hope of success in this life, then how should I live my life from now on?"