Practice begins with immortality

Half a year later, in the South China Sea, a sparsely populated sea area.

On a deserted island, clouds of spiritual mist covered the entire island, floating like clouds.

Suddenly, a powerful suction force appeared in the center of the island, sucking in the nearby spiritual energy.

All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of 500 miles was attracted by this suction force, forming a huge spiritual energy vortex. Even the range covered by this wave was constantly expanding.

The creatures in the sea, sensing this fluctuation, swam towards the deserted island.

The creatures that have become demons are absorbing and exhaling the gathered spiritual energy to cleanse their demon bodies and improve their strength and realm.

Creatures that have not yet become monsters come here driven by instinct, hoping to use the rich spiritual energy to break through their own limits and become monsters.

However, the law of survival in the ocean is cruel and ruthless, with the strong preying on the weak. Most of these mortal spirits who become demons will become food for even more powerful sea beasts in the future. Only a very few lucky ones or those who have activated the bloodline of demon beasts can survive.

As time goes by, this deserted island gradually becomes a place full of life, but later it will be filled with blood and killing.

In the center of the island, Wang Bai was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, his hands in seals, practicing his martial arts with all his strength.

At this time, a faint light surrounded Wang Bai's body, and his breathing was steady and powerful, as if he had merged with the surrounding world.

The Earth Origin Fruit was indeed one of the most effective spiritual objects for forming an infant. After consuming it, Wang Bai felt the connection between his spirit and the golden elixir become even closer. He could clearly feel his spirit being drawn to the golden elixir, gradually merging into it. The process was like the fusion of water and milk, a natural fusion.

After Wang Bai successfully injected his spirit into the golden elixir, he began to enter the second step of breaking through the Nascent Soul: breaking the elixir, or more accurately, transforming the elixir into an infant.

Under Wang Bo's control, his golden elixir began to undergo miraculous changes. Ripples gradually appeared on the surface of the elixir, and it began to flow like liquid. Over time, the elixir gradually liquefied, transforming into a ball of golden liquid.

Then, the golden liquid began to condense, slowly forming a pure white figure about an inch in size. This figure looked exactly like Wang Bai, but exuded a pure aura. This was Wang Bai's Nascent Soul.

If you look closely, you can find that Wang Bai's Nascent Soul seems to be covered with a layer of five-colored light.

At the moment the Nascent Soul was formed, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky. Immediately afterwards, bolts of lightning descended from the sky, striking Wang Bo. These bolts were incredibly powerful, each one containing terrifying energy. This was the Nascent Soul's Heavenly Tribulation.

Facing the Nascent Soul Tribulation, Wang Bo did not intend to use magic weapons or other things to resist like other cultivators. With the physical strength of his Nascent Soul and his current immortality, he could completely withstand the tribulation.

So Wang Bai stood up, looked up at the lightning in the sky, and faced the thunder head-on.

Then, the first lightning bolt struck Wang Bai, followed by the second, the third... and more lightning bolts followed, turning the place into a sea of ​​thunder.

As time went on, the power of the thunder tribulation grew stronger. The last few lightning bolts roared like giant dragons, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, but Wang Bai still took them.

Afterwards, the calamity clouds dissipated, and Wang Bai's Nascent Soul was completely formed under the influence of the thunder tribulation.

At the moment when the Nascent Soul was fully formed, Wang Bai's consciousness seemed to sink into the water. Everything was dark and Wang Bai could not feel anything. Time seemed to freeze, and everything fell into silence.

Then, as if opening his eyes, Wang Bai began to see or perhaps sense his surroundings. He found himself inside a simple thatched hut, the air thick with the stench of fish. He looked down at his hands, their rough skin bearing the marks of labor, and the scent of his body clearly marked him as a fisherman.

As time went by, the young fisherman gradually grew old. His body became weaker and weaker, and his face was covered with wrinkles. He was already an old fisherman.

After that, the years continued to pass, and the old fisherman became even older. He was so old that he could no longer move and could only lie on the bed waiting to die.

"Is this the inner demon's illusion? It's like a real world, where the people, things, and events are all self-consistent, and there are no logical loopholes to be found, but—"

"I will not grow old, nor will I die!" Wang Bai's eyes on his old face suddenly burst into a gleam of light. At this moment, a sword shadow split the illusion, and Wang Bai's consciousness returned to reality.

The inner demon calamity is broken!

The moment the illusion in his mind was broken by the Demon-Slaying Style, Wang Bai officially became a Nascent Soul cultivator.