Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

In a small secret realm of the Tianmi Sect, Ling Qingfeng sat on the upper beast head with a solemn expression.

A fellow apprentice sitting below him said in a low voice.

"The demons have been spying on us too much lately. We can't stop them even if we fight them off...!"

"Looks like I need to go meet Lingtong. A lot of ghosts have been coming out of the Netherworld lately, and I heard that the group of demons hiding in the dark have also started to act...!"

"Yes, Big Brother, a few days ago, the disciples in Xunshan captured a demon cultivator."

"What are these monsters staring at me for...?"

Ling Qingfeng said angrily.

He is the most wronged person. He didn't get any benefit at all just because he is famous and everyone is staring at him.

Although Lingtong is a demon, he still has some friendship with her, and they are all fellow spirits. It seems that they need to unify the front first on this matter.

Otherwise, how could he, alone, resist the underworld and the demon world?

Ling Qingfeng himself knew very well that there were several old guys in the Netherworld and the Demon World who were stronger than him.

Several monks who were undergoing tribulation discussed it again before dispersing.

It has been hundreds of years since Ling Qingfeng last came back.

The Tianqiong Sect activated the Shadow Hall and went around the world to inquire about the whereabouts of the Xuantian Lingteng.

But there is still no clue, and almost all the five states controlled by humans have been searched thoroughly.

All cultivators and sects above the Mahayana level have secretly known the truth.

Not to mention identifying the target, there is not even a suspected target. It has to be said that this has dealt a heavy blow to the confidence of the Tianqiong Sect.

During this period, Ling Qingfeng never went out again. He was waiting anxiously and even tried to calculate it using the tracing method.

But the result made him even more uncomfortable than the first time he calculated it. Firstly, a long time had passed and the trace had disappeared without a trace. Secondly, he couldn't even measure the aura of the Xuantian Lingteng.

This is what made him even more angry. If it was interrupted by someone like last time, at least there would be some clues.

But now, I can't even calculate a single thing, it's all blank, this is the most maddening thing.

In this situation, there are only two possibilities. The first is that the Xuantian Lingteng has left this world, and the second is that it has truly disappeared.

But Qingfeng didn't believe any of them. Even if he left the spiritual world and went to the lower world, there would be traces to follow, unless he ascended to the fairyland.

However, over the past hundred years, no one in the entire spiritual world, whether human or demon, has overcome the tribulation and become an immortal.

However, there were two old monsters in the tribulation period who failed to pass the tribulation and have died.

But now I can’t figure it out, I can’t find it, I’m completely lost.

But he had to look for it. If Ling Qingfeng found the Xuantian Lingteng, his becoming an immortal would be just around the corner.

This is his obsession, and it is not just his obsession. It is the obsession of Lingtong, the powerful people in the demon world, the Ghost Emperor and others.

There is no one who doesn't want to become an immortal. Only by becoming an immortal can one shine with the sun and the moon and live as long as the heaven and earth. No one wants to watch his or her life end.

Ling Qingfeng was really at a loss now. After much thought, he had no choice but to go find Ling Tong of the demon clan to see if they could work together to figure out some clues.

Ling Qingfeng quietly left Tianmi Sect, and no one knew when he left.

After all, he was a cultivator who was undergoing tribulation, so he was very fast. In just six or seven days, he rushed from Tianqiong Province to Tianyao Province.

The demon ancestor Lingtong was born with the ability of intuition. When Ling Qingfeng started to chant it, it felt it.

So when Ling Qingfeng arrived in front of the floating island, Ling Tong had been waiting for a long time.

"As expected of you, the King of Inspiration! I guess you already know the purpose of my visit!"

Ling Qingfeng said with a chuckle.

"I know a thing or two, please...!"

A man and a demon sat down in the thatched cottage, but neither of them spoke first.

"I have a method here that requires you and I to work together. Perhaps we can figure out a glimmer of the secret, but...!"

After a long while, Lingtong spoke in a low voice.

"But what? It's just you and me here. No need to hide anything!"

Ling Qingfeng glanced at Ling Tong.

"My demon race has a long-lost secret technique. I've spent thousands of years restoring 70% of it. It can't predict the past, but it can predict the future. It does cost some of my lifespan, though..."

Lingtong said solemnly.

"The demon race still has such a heaven-defying magical power. How much of their lifespan will it cost?"

The method Lingtong mentioned is actually the art of spirit appraisal.

The almighty Lingtong Demon Ancestor could never have imagined that this mysterious spirit-judging technique was still circulated among their demon clan. This shows how well the Linghu clan guarded this secret.

"About 10 to 20 years...!"

Lingtong thought about it and said uncertainly.

"So what are you waiting for? Go ahead and give it a try! Don't let anyone else get there first..."

The art of spirit appraisal has been lost for a long time. No matter how powerful Ling Tong is, he has only restored 70% of it.

But if he wants to perform it, he can't do it alone, he must have the cooperation of an expert, and Ling Qingfeng is the right person.

Ling Tong used telepathy to tell Ling Qingfeng some details.

Then Lingtong was seen sitting cross-legged on the ground with a solemn look on his face, pinching various spells with his left and right hands, and a strange aura slowly rose.

In just the time it takes to stick up an incense stick, beads of sweat appeared on Lin Lingtong's forehead, which shows how much he was exhausted.

At this time, Ling Qingfeng stretched out his hand and a stream of spiritual power was injected into Ling Tong's body.

Lingtong's hands moved faster, and gradually a cloud of mist rose in front of it. It was only the size of a washbasin, swirling up and down.

Then Ling Qingfeng attacked twice in a row, but this time he attacked the mist.

About another stick of incense later, the mist slowly turned into a water mirror.

Under Lingtong's continuous actions, Ling Qingfeng also tried his best to cooperate. Every time they made a move, they not only consumed the spiritual power in their bodies.

At the same time, it was also consuming their lifespans. Fortunately, both of them were cultivating to overcome tribulations, and their lifespans were very long. They didn't feel anything at all if they lost ten or twenty years of lifespan.

Under the spells cast by the two, a picture slowly emerged on the water mirror, which was blurry and not very clear.

When the picture became slightly clearer, the water mirror shattered with a snap.

“An ancient mirror…!”

Ling Tong and Ling Qingfeng both cried out in low voices. They never expected that after all their calculations, they only came up with an ancient mirror.

At this moment, the spirit of the weapon in Hanhai Province looked up and looked far away in the direction of Tianyao Province, grinning coldly.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, do you know if there is anyone among the human cultivators who uses this ancient mirror...?"

“I can’t remember…!”

Ling Qingfeng thought for a long time and shook his head.

Although I can't remember it, this ancient mirror is definitely a treasure used by human cultivators. Now I just need to use the mirror to find the person.