Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

Qi Yang only remembered that he was swept into a space by the water flow, and then met a phantom that looked exactly like himself.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter what means he used, he could not kill the phantom. Instead, his soul was sucked away by the phantom.

From then on, he fell into endless darkness. Only at this moment did he feel dizzy and had a splitting headache. He heard a familiar voice coming from his ear.

So he tried his best to open his eyes, and finally he felt a faint fragrance coming from his mouth and nose, which relieved the symptoms of his headache a little.

Then another stream of cool spiritual power entered his sea of ​​consciousness from his temples on both sides, making him more conscious and his heavy eyelids finally opened.

What came into view was a familiar face, that was his junior fellow apprentice Chen Yunhao.

"Could it be that he is still in a dream? The same is true for Junior Brother. He didn't come to find us...!"

Qi Yang muttered to himself. He hadn't reacted yet and thought he was still in a dream.

"Haha, Big Brother, this isn't a dream...!"

Chen Yunhao patted Qi Yang's shoulder gently.

The feeling of body temperature being transmitted into the body could not be faked. Qi Yang reached out and held one of Chen Yunhao's arms. It was indeed not an illusion.

"Junior brother, why are you here? I remember we were at Black Dragon Pond...!"

Qi Yang spoke with a look of surprise, and looked around at the same time.

"What happened to Uncle and Junior Brothers...!"

Except for him, no one else has woken up yet.

"Don't worry, Big Brother. Master and the others are fine now and will wake up soon. Take these two elixirs first."

Chen Yunhao handed Qi Yang two elixirs, which were elixirs he had previously refined that had effects on the soul and were ordinary elixirs.

After Qi Yang took two elixirs, the symptoms of his headache were indeed relieved a little, but the feeling of weakness all over his body was still very obvious, and his cultivation seemed to have regressed a little.

"Junior brother, what on earth is going on...!"

Qi Yang still doesn't understand that he has actually walked on the line between life and death.

Chen Yunhao briefly talked about the purpose of his visit and what happened after entering Heilongtan.

Before he could finish his words, other people started to wake up one after another.

The same symptoms as Qi Yang, the headache feels deep in the soul.

Of course, this is normal. After all, the soul is damaged, and the body's functions will decline overall. It takes some time to rest before recovery.

Chen Yunhao followed the same method and made everyone sober up first.

Of course, everyone's reaction was surprisingly consistent. They all thought they were in a dream and had not woken up.

I never thought that I would meet Chen Yunhao under such circumstances, not to mention that Chen Yunhao's cultivation level is still in the fusion stage. Who could have thought of this!

"Master, please rest for a while. I will refine another batch of Soul-Fixing Pills for everyone..."

Chen Yunhao was very polite and politely saluted Lin Changfeng.

This is the master and disciple meeting again after hundreds of years, but the meeting is in such a dramatic scene.

Although Lin Changfeng had a splitting headache, he was very pleased that his apprentice would one day become stronger than him.

Just like this trip, if Chen Yunhao hadn't been there, his group of six would definitely have gone without returning, so it can be said that they still took advantage of his apprentice.

Although Lin Changfeng and the other six have woken up, they are still unable to move. They are too weak and dizzy, and cannot walk or fly.

Therefore, Chen Yunhao was eager to refine a few furnaces of soul-stabilizing pills to solve the problem at hand.

Chen Yunhao had never refined the Soul-Fixing Pill before, so he couldn't do it for the time being.

But there was one thing he had to do first. Before he set off, Jiang Ping had already contacted other fellow disciples and elders from Lei Ting Peak to come to Black Dragon Pond together to rescue people.

Calculating the time, Chen Yunhao felt that they should have arrived a long time ago.

So Chen Yunhao asked Lin Changfeng to use the sound transmission talisman to notify the people who were coming later so that they would not worry.

The soul-locking space has disappeared now. Without the barrier of space, the sound transmission talisman can naturally be used.

Lin Changfeng took out a blank sound transmission talisman, whispered a few words to himself, and then activated it.

At this moment, on the large water surface of Black Dragon Pond, a group of more than a dozen people were trying hard to kill various poisonous insects.

Among them was Jiang Ping. All of them had ascended from Thunder Mountain in the lower realm. They were all elders and fellow disciples of the same sect.

Although the various bewildering and poisonous insects in this swamp are almost useless to Chen Yunhao, they are a huge trouble to other ordinary cultivators and are a terrifying existence.

Jiang Ping and his group had been in Black Dragon Pond for four or five days, but they had only advanced over two thousand miles.

Suddenly, a sound transmission note flashed in the air and landed in Jiang Ping's hand. Seeing this, everyone tacitly sandwiched Jiang Ping in the middle.

Jiang Ping took a quick look with his spiritual sense, and his face was immediately filled with smiles.

"My fellow brothers and uncles, Junior Brother Chen has found Uncle Lin and is safe for now. He told us to evacuate first and wait for them outside..."

"Very good……!"

Everyone smiled happily, and the group of more than ten people turned around and walked back.

Chen Yunhao spent two or three days studying the recipe for the Soul-Fixing Pill, but this amount of time was far from enough.

But time is running out now. Fortunately, I have plenty of elixirs on hand, so I don’t have to worry about ruining them. I can only gain experience while refining them.

I failed after refining more than ten furnaces in a row, but this is very normal in alchemy, especially when the furnace is opened in a hurry.

Fortunately, Chen Yunhao could afford to fail, and he didn't need a lot, he only needed to refine one pill.

The Soul-Fixing Pill is a fifth-level elixir, which is difficult to refine. Moreover, the various spiritual medicines in it are light and fragile, making it very difficult to refine.

In short, it took four or five days and dozens of failures before he finally managed to refine a low-grade soul-stabilizing pill.

There is really only one pill, the quality is very average, but the quantity is not enough.

Chen Yunhao copied dozens of pills, ten for each person.

It is unrealistic to repair the damaged soul by elixirs alone. Lin Changfeng and others need to go back and recuperate for several years before they can recover.

Lin Changfeng and others swallowed a soul-stabilizing pill every day. After ten days, the symptoms of splitting headache and dizziness all disappeared, but their faces turned pale and their breath became weaker.

But it’s not a big deal anymore, at least my life is safe.

"Master, do you think we should return...?"

Chen Yunhao saw that Lin Changfeng had finished his meditation and it was time to return.

"It's time to go back. This matter won't end like this...!"

A cold light flashed in Lin Changfeng's eyes. Although this trip was arranged by his master, it was obviously a suicide mission. There must be other hidden secrets.