Mythical Cultivation

After carefully reviewing everything, Wu Ming knew that he had been in seclusion for long enough. During this time, he was immersed in the deep control of his own spiritual power.

He repeatedly pondered every detail of the execution of a technique and every route of spiritual energy flow, striving for perfection. After all, when entering the Foundation Establishment Realm, many things were vastly different from before, and he could no longer use the vision and methods of the Qi Refining Realm.

Now, everything that needs to be consolidated has been consolidated, and there are some signs of breakthrough. It is time to come out.

He slowly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed in his deep eyes, and then he quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and unlocked the many restrictions set up around his residence.

With a slight ripple, the mysteriously shimmering barrier dissipated like a dreamlike bubble. Wu Ming shifted slightly, and suddenly, like a ghost, he appeared outside the door.

On this sacred peak shrouded in clouds and mist and filled with immortal aura, a group of outer disciples were waiting outside in the open space in front of rows of bamboo houses.

They were dressed in simple white Taoist robes, their eyes filled with anticipation and admiration. In the open space outside Wu Ming's residence, nearly a hundred outer disciples were either sitting casually on the ground or standing tall.

Their faces showed expressions of anticipation, awe, or curiosity. They were the disciples who were attracted by the powerful energy fluctuations emitted by Wu Ming when he broke through the foundation-building stage a month ago.

At that time, Wu Ming was in seclusion trying to reach the Foundation Establishment stage. The surging Yuan Qi of heaven and earth gathered together madly, forming a huge Yuan Qi vortex. The tremendous power could be clearly felt within a radius of several miles.

These outer disciples felt such a strong fluctuation of vital energy, and naturally would not miss such a good opportunity to practice. They rushed over, wanting to use this vital energy to improve their own cultivation.

"I've met senior brother!"

Just as Wu Ming's figure appeared, nearly a hundred uniform voices rang out like a loud bell, as if everyone had discussed it in advance.

The sound was clear and loud, echoing in the silent venue, and was particularly shocking.

The reason why the outer disciples waited here for a whole month instead of leaving early was naturally because they had their own plans.

On the one hand, the vast amount of vital energy Wu Ming brought with him during his foundation-building process was like a continuous spiritual spring, nourishing their cultivation path. Over the past month, they absorbed this vital energy day and night, and many of them had seen a significant improvement in their cultivation.

On the other hand, they also wanted to meet this newly promoted inner sect senior brother who had successfully established his foundation. In this immortal cultivation sect, the gap between inner sect disciples and outer sect disciples was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Inner disciples can not only obtain more training resources and more advanced martial arts secrets, but also have more promotion opportunities and broad development space.

Being able to meet such a new inner sect senior brother, even if I can't become friends with him, at least it would be good to get to know him.

Maybe one day they can get guidance from this senior brother, or get some help at a critical moment. This is undoubtedly a rare shortcut for them, the outer disciples who are struggling on the path of cultivation.

"Greetings, fellow apprentices!"

When Wu Ming heard everyone's greetings, a gentle smile appeared on his face and he returned the greetings leisurely.

His voice was calm and steady, carrying a reassuring power. Seeing so many people waiting outside his door, he didn't feel the slightest bit surprised.

Because he was one of these people back then, and he also ran around for a chance to practice and struggled for a little bit of resources.

He was well aware of the hardships and difficulties faced by these outer disciples, and he also understood their feelings at the moment.

So, when he saw them, he remembered the way he came.

Glancing at these outer disciples, Wu Ming felt a faint sense of emotion in his heart, as if he saw himself working tirelessly for his dreams.

"My humble abode is simple and I really don't have enough space to properly entertain all of you fellow disciples. I'm sorry I won't invite you all into my humble abode one by one. I'll just gather with you all here."

The person who spoke was Wu Ming. He was wearing a moon-white robe with light blue cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, which fluttered gently in the breeze.

Although his voice was not loud, it seemed to carry an invisible power, clearly falling into the ears of every disciple present, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

"You're too polite, Senior Brother. We couldn't ask for more!"

A tall and sturdy disciple in the crowd was the first to respond, his face beaming with excitement. The other disciples nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with joy.

You know, in this immortal cultivation sect, the brothers who have advanced to the foundation-building stage are like the stars high above, and there is a huge gap between them and the outer disciples.

Not every senior brother who advances to the foundation-building stage is so easy to talk to. Some of the easy-going senior brothers will explain to them the problems they encountered in advancing to the foundation-building stage after advancing, and encourage them.

However, some senior brothers who are difficult to get along with will devote all their energy to higher-level cultivation or tasks after advancing, and are unwilling to have too much communication with them, the outer disciples.

These senior brothers would completely ignore the existence of these outer disciples, as if they were just insignificant ants. Who would bother to talk to ants?

Therefore, hearing that Wu Ming wanted to meet with them to discuss Dao was undoubtedly good news for these outer disciples, and they naturally wanted it very much.

For the next hour, Wu Ming sat upright on the stone bench in front of the bamboo hut, his expression focused and serious. He tilted his head slightly, lost in memories, as if he were back in the difficult years of seclusion, building his foundation.

Then, he slowly began to explain his experiences in seclusion and foundation-building. His voice was steady and magnetic, like a clear mountain spring, gurgling and nourishing the hearts of every disciple.

He talked about the difficulties he encountered during the retreat and how he found a way to break through in desperate situations;

It tells the story of the fierce battles with inner demons time and time again, and how one overcomes oneself with unwavering willpower;

It tells how to cleverly use the surrounding environment to replenish spiritual energy at the critical moment when spiritual energy is scarce.

Although there were no such miraculous visions as the legendary golden lotus falling from the sky and emerging from the ground, the many outer disciples present were fascinated by what they heard.

Some of them frowned slightly, as if trying to digest every word Wu Ming said; some had shining eyes and expressions of sudden enlightenment on their faces; and others nodded from time to time, expressing their deep agreement with Wu Ming's views.