Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

The calamity clouds seemed like an endless nine-colored sea, hanging upside down in the sky. Countless colorful clouds rose and fell like waves, making bursts of rumbling thunder.

His mind seemed to freeze for a moment, and the Eye of the Calamity Cloud seemed to be getting bigger and closer, until finally, it turned into a soft cloud and completely enveloped him.

Until a wisp of cloud passed by, blocking his sight, and then quickly drifted away.

Although it was only a moment, the world before his eyes had changed drastically since the clouds and fog moved away.

"Is this... an illusion?"

He looked ahead in confusion, with a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

The calamity clouds that covered the sky and the sun had long since disappeared, and the huge light curtain in the distance had also disappeared. The cultivators who were watching the battle, including the master and the grandfather, as well as the senior sisters and fellow disciples, had all disappeared as well.

I don't know when a boundless sea of ​​white clouds appeared before my eyes, and countless towering peaks were looming in the sea of ​​clouds. Above each peak, there was a flashing colorful spiritual shield, like a sharp sword emitting divine light, piercing the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds was nothing but boundless mist formed by countless spiritual energies that had turned into substance. The spiritual energy here was so rich that it was no weaker than that of the top-grade spiritual veins.

In the sea of ​​clouds, countless cultivators were flying in the air, transforming into lights of various colors, shuttling back and forth between hundreds of spiritual peaks. Among them were cranes serving as mounts, as well as spiritual beast mounts that only high-level cultivators could have.

High in the sky, there is a dark green phantom of a clawed turtle lying on the top of the clouds. The ups and downs of the clouds stir up light dark green ripples, which turn into a light shield to protect the safety of this area.

This familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar scene made Jiang Han feel extremely alert.

"Is this the Dao Heart Tribulation?"

Jiang Han sat on the cliff, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, his hair swaying slightly, and a gleam in his eyes.

Others all say that the Tao Heart Tribulation is extremely strange. It is silent, but it directly points to the deepest desires in the heart of the cultivator and can see through the greatest obsession of the human heart. All of its means can affect the Tao heart of the cultivator, making people fall into the trap unknowingly, which is simply impossible to guard against.

If one's heart of Taoism is not firm, or if one is burdened by desires and cannot extricate himself, he will be trapped by this calamity and will not be able to recover his spiritual consciousness until his body dies and his Taoism is destroyed.

Only by sticking to one's original heart and breaking through delusion can one find one's true self and achieve supreme freedom.

"I did have some obsession with this place."

The place where he was at this moment was Lingtian Sect, on the cliff at the top of Lingtian Peak, the place where Lin Xuan had gone into seclusion.

From this place, one can view the entire sect, and right under one's body is the eye of a top-grade spiritual vein. The spiritual energy is rich and extremely pure, only slightly inferior to the spiritual spring.

If he could practice here, one day would be equivalent to a hundred days of hard practice. It was much better than his dilapidated cave with thin spiritual energy.

This cliff was originally the place where Ji Yu meditated and gained enlightenment. She spent the whole day watching the rise and fall of the sea of ​​clouds and the life and death of the gatekeepers. Later, Lin Xuan said that he liked it, so she gave this place to Lin Xuan for his use.

Lin Xuan has eight more places for retreat like this.

When he was young, Jiang Han used to envy Lin Xuan very much. He envied him for having such a good place to practice, and envied him for being able to say whatever he wanted.

At that time, he had fantasized that it would be great if he could have a spiritual vein eye as a cave dwelling. He didn't need a top-grade spiritual vein, even a spiritual vein eye of a low-grade spiritual vein would be enough for his cultivation.

In that case, he wouldn't have to run around collecting spirit stones and spend a lot of time exchanging for resources.

He could then devote more time to cultivation, and catch up with his senior sisters, so that they would no longer be able to call him a waste or a hopeless case.

But until his death in his previous life, he never possessed a spiritual vein eye, nor even a complete cave.

It's ridiculous that as a powerful person who has reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage and can be regarded as the backbone of any sect, he doesn't even have a complete cave in Lingtian Sect.

And now, he has already obtained a cave with abundant spiritual energy, and there is also a top-grade spiritual spring in it that is a hundred times more precious than the Eye of the Spirit Vein. He can use it at any time. No one will drive him away, and no one will be afraid that he will dirty the place.

However, now he no longer cares about his past wishes. Sitting here now, although there are some small ripples in his heart, he does not feel too much.

This precious land on the cliff that he had longed for but could not obtain seemed to be just an ordinary place with abundant spiritual power. It was only so-so in use and was far inferior to his spiritual spring. Compared with the thunder pool where he often went into seclusion, the gap was even greater.

But, why does he appear here?

Could it be that this Eye of the Spiritual Vein is his deepest obsession?

Does it count?

Judging from his current feelings, this shouldn't be considered an obsession, right?

Jiang Han raised his hand and touched his face, then summoned a water mirror and looked around.

Well... it was his face for sure, and the touch felt real, the pain didn't seem fake, it was even stronger than when he was undergoing the tribulation, it had already reached the strength of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Including internal cultivation...

Jiang Han's expression changed slightly: "Has the infant been formed successfully?!"

In his dantian, there was a palm-sized nine-colored Taoist infant sitting cross-legged, emitting lively nine-colored light, and the light changed color continuously with the rhythm of his breathing.

He only had a slight realization, and it seemed as if the heaven and earth were connected. The lotus in his heart lake emitted a faint green divine light, and he constantly gave rise to a mysterious feeling, as if he could comprehend some law and artistic conception in the next moment.

The feeling was so comfortable that he was reluctant to retract his spiritual thoughts. He wished he could continue to comprehend it in this way until he had completely grasped the great Dao of heaven and earth.

The black sword heart above the Heart Lake and the thunder mark at the bottom of the lake were still glowing, just like before.

Including the purple sea water in the sea of ​​consciousness, the acupoints opened by the Star Sea Sutra and the purple rosary.

The words "immortal" and "demon" and the black and white yin and yang fish above the sea were also slowly rotating as usual.

The soul has also condensed in the sea of ​​consciousness, just like a real person, sitting cross-legged under the Yin-Yang fish, as if comprehending the inheritance of the Immortal Emperor.

Everything seemed so real, as if everything was telling him that this was the real world.

Real cultivation, real opportunity, real world, real disciples of Lingtian Sect, and the real him.

But within this reality, there is a sense of weirdness, as if it shouldn't be like this.

Is this all an illusion?

That's too real.

The other biggest problem is that the sword spirit is not there.

The sword spirit has a special identity and is extremely mysterious in itself. It would be difficult for ordinary illusions to involve her.

In this way, combined with his previous memories, this place must be an illusion, but it is somewhat real.

At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly sounded behind him.

"Xiaohan, why are you here alone again?"

"Didn't Master tell you that your realm is not stable yet? Although you barely survived the Dao Heart Tribulation, your soul was still damaged. When your divine consciousness returned, it was accidentally contaminated with a trace of demonic thoughts. It is extremely easy to develop demonic obstacles. You need someone to accompany you at all times."

The familiar voice and unfamiliar tone made Jiang Han's face change slightly. He quickly turned around to look. After seeing who it was, his eyes suddenly fixed.

"Xia Qianqian??"