National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Chapter 477 Soul Returns——

This... sounds like a Qilin? Are there still Qilin living in this forest?

When they were in the first continent, Su Mohui found a Qilin as a companion for him in the secret realm of the academy, but when they started in the second continent, Qilin rarely appeared in Qi Mo's life.

Until recently, when he stepped into the passage to the Ninth Heaven, Qilin disappeared from his spiritual world after leaving only a brief sentence, but the contract between the two had not disappeared.

At this moment, this familiar low hum was like a key, instantly opening the door to long-closed memories, causing endless waves in Qi Mo's heart.

He subconsciously followed the sound of the Qilin's low cry and approached, but the whisper in his ears became clear again. At the end of the mountain path, a stone gate emitting a faint glow appeared. The stone gate was engraved with strange runes, and the runes also flickered with faint light.

Qi Mo slowly approached the stone door. The moment his hand touched the stone door, a powerful force suddenly sucked him in. His eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

But when he woke up again, he found himself in a huge palace.

The palace was magnificent, its walls inlaid with countless glittering gems, shining brightly. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the dome, casting a soft and bright light, illuminating the entire palace like daylight.

The floor was paved with smooth white jade, reflecting the surrounding scenery, making it even more magnificent. In the center of the palace stood a tall statue with a majestic face, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Qi Mo took a closer look and was shocked. The face of the statue was extremely similar to the blurry figure he often saw in his dreams.

Just as he was filled with doubts, the familiar calling voice sounded again, and this time, he heard clearly what the voice said: "Return, my soul, this is your home."

Qi Mo looked around and asked, "Who are you? Why do you keep calling me?" However, no one spoke, and the only response he got was an empty echo.

At that moment, the Ninth Heaven's Heavenly Dao sensed Qi Mo's location, and a powerful pressure instantly enveloped the entire palace. The palace began to shake violently, and the gems on the walls fell with a crisp sound. Cracks appeared on the huge stone pillars, and dust fell.

Qi Mo realized the danger was coming, and he quickly stood up, trying to find a way to leave. But the pressure followed him like a shadow, slowing his movements.

At the same time, in another corner of the Nine Heavens, the body of the Nameless God seemed to have sensed something unusual, and the originally calm power began to surge, severely impacting the balance between the power and the original Heavenly Dao of the Nine Heavens.

For a moment, the wind and clouds in the nine heavens changed violently, lightning flashed and thunder roared, various powerful forces collided with each other, and the entire space seemed to be torn apart.

Thick dark clouds rolled like surging ocean waves, and streaks of lightning flashed through them like giant dragons, illuminating the entire dark sky. A fierce wind howled, blowing the trees in the mountains toppling and tilting. The water of the spiritual spring also became turbulent, creating layers of white foam.

Qi Mo searched for a way out of the palace, only to find that all the passages were blocked by powerful restrictions. Although the palace showed no ill will towards him, he felt uneasy and began to continuously circulate his spiritual power, trying to break through these restrictions.

However, every attempt ended in failure, as his spiritual power seemed so insignificant in the face of the powerful restrictions.

As the pressure from the Heavenly Dao continued to grow, cracks began to appear in the palace walls, and debris fell like raindrops. Qi Mo knew that he had to find a solution quickly, otherwise his life would be in danger.

Just as he calmed down and tried to find a way out again, the voice sounded again -

"The soul returns—"

Qi Mo only felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed, the palace in front of him turned into nothingness, and several illusions appeared!

In the illusion, countless cultivators were struggling in blood and fire. Some of them made hand gestures to cause the Milky Way to flow back, but were struck by a thunderbolt and their bodies and souls were destroyed.

At the same time, a middle-aged man in a black robe appeared. His face was cold, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He looked at Qi Mo and said, "From now on, you will stay here and practice with me."

The middle-aged man's tone was calm, but Qi Mo still didn't sense any malice from him. Instead, he felt a strange gentleness.

"What you just saw is the fate of the cultivators in the lower five realms." The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Those who refine Qi gather the morning glow as food, those who build foundations burn their life essence to ignite their spirit altars—"

As soon as he finished speaking, endless fog began to spread in the void, and a bright lamp suddenly appeared beside the middle-aged man. A black-clothed swordsman appeared in the flame of the lamp, and the golden elixir in his dantian flickered.

"Only when you reach the Jindan stage can you be considered to have touched the threshold of immortality." The middle-aged man continued, but in the image in the lamplight, the sword cultivator's golden elixir suddenly cracked, and a three-inch tall crystal baby crawled out -

"Only after the Nascent Soul is formed can one fast for a thousand years." The baby opened his mouth and swallowed the rain of swords, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a young man who looked exactly like his original self. "But if the Spiritualization fails..."

Having said this, the illusion in the lamp flame suddenly shattered, leaving only half of the charred Nascent Soul wailing.

Qi Mo didn't answer. Instead, he remained silent for a long time before asking, "Why me?"

"Your realm is rising too quickly, and it might become unstable... Whatever." The middle-aged man's gaze fell on the void, and he laughed again: "You will understand in the future. For now, you only need to stay here and practice with me. The people you want to protect and the things you want to do will not take long."

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After countless days and nights, Qi Mo also knew the name of the middle-aged man, no... to be precise, it was his Taoist name - "Xuanxiao Taoist".

At this moment, Taoist Xuanxiao was sitting high on the magnificent palace that Qi Mo saw when he first entered the stone gate, with a vague aura of majesty lingering around him.

Compared to the cold expression as if covered with a layer of frost when he first met Qi Mo, he looked a little more relaxed at this moment, but his expression was still serious, and his eyes were like a deep pool, with no bottom to be seen.

He slowly raised his left hand, and from his wide sleeves, nine ancient bronze lamps suddenly flew out, hovering steadily in mid-air. The lamps were engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns, and the traces of time had left mottled rust on them, but it did not diminish their ancient charm.

In the flickering and jumping flames, a series of thrilling illusions gradually emerged - monks and monsters were fighting a desperate battle, and the shouts and roars seemed to penetrate time and space, faintly echoing in the palace.

"Those who cultivate Qi absorb the spirit of the morning glow and sip the essence of the jade dew to nourish themselves; those who build foundations need to burn their own lifespan to illuminate the spiritual platform and awaken their spiritual wisdom."

Xuan Xiao Daoist chanted in a deep, rich voice, carrying an undeniable power. He flicked his fingers gently, and a stream of spiritual energy precisely struck the first ancient bronze lamp, instantly emitting a brighter light.

In the dazzling light, a monk in black appeared, quietly inhaling and exhaling the moonlight, with faint spiritual fluctuations emanating from his body.

Taoist Xuan Xiao paused for a moment, his eyes swept towards Qi Mo who was concentrating on his training below the stage, and then he said -