Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Wuzhuang Temple is the Daoist temple of Zhenyuan Daxian, the ancestor of earth immortals.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and tile here is imbued with the ancient Taoist charm that has been passed down from ancient times.

Especially deep within the inner gate, there is the legendary ginseng fruit tree that is said to be as old as heaven and earth, which is the spiritual hub of Wuzhuang Temple.

Shen Feng is waiting for the wind.

In the past few days, he unexpectedly discovered that every night at midnight, when the yin and yang of heaven and earth are in harmony, the spiritual energy of the earth veins of Longevity Mountain will undergo an extremely subtle tidal surge.

At that time, a gentle breeze originating from the depths of the inner sect will blow towards the outer sect along the direction of the earth's veins, eventually dissipating into that desolate forest.

For ordinary cultivators, this wind was nothing more than a slightly cool night breeze, nothing unusual.

But in the eyes of Shen Feng, who had entered the Dao through wind and possessed the rudimentary form of the Samadhi Divine Wind, it was an unparalleled opportunity.

"Thump!"

In the distance, the distant sound of the bell from the main hall of Wuzhuang Temple drifted over, marking the start of the midnight hour.

coming!

Shen Feng suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

The medicinal herbs outside the stone house began to droop slightly.

A seemingly ordinary night breeze, but one that actually contained a strange rhythm, arrived as promised, passing through the palaces and towering peaks of Longevity Hill.

The wind was extremely light and gentle, without a trace of smoke or fire.

Shen Feng's divine sense had already transformed into an invisible fine net, spreading out in the void.

As the breeze swept across the herb garden, he clearly detected a faint, peculiar scent in the wind.

This is a kind of vitality that is... pure to the extreme.

It is different from the vibrant life force of plants and trees, and also different from the nourishing life force of elixirs.

It carries an ancient, vast, and profound sense of weight, as if it has traversed endless years. This is... the Qi of Yi Wood!

It was a trace of Daoist charm emanating from the ginseng fruit tree!

Without any hesitation, Shen Feng tightened his senses instantly and carefully extracted this insignificant wisp from the vast night wind.

"hiss!"

The moment that wisp of wind entered his body, Shen Feng couldn't help but gasp.

Although that wisp of Yi Wood Qi was as weak as a drop in the ocean, its essence was terrifyingly high. As soon as it entered Shen Feng's meridians, it instantly stagnated the spiritual power that was originally circulating freely in his body, and even caused him to feel instinctive fear and retreat.

"Such a powerful vitality!"

Shen Feng was secretly alarmed, but he dared not pause in his movements.

He immediately mobilized the wisp of true meaning deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, which he had been carefully suppressing and which appeared dark yellow and turbid.

It was through the aid of the [Primordial Mirror of All Forms] that the prototype of the Samadhi Divine Wind was formed.

Although this prototype is quite powerful, possessing a terrifying ability to destroy bones and erode souls, it is also wild and unruly.

If it weren't for the restraint of the Weak Water True Meaning within the original body, it would probably have already backfired on itself.

At this moment, Shen Feng had a thought and guided the wisp of Yi Wood Qi that he had intercepted, slowly injecting it into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"boom!"

A muffled thud, audible only to Shen Feng, exploded inside his body.

The nascent Samadhi Divine Wind, originally filled with a violent aura, began to churn violently the moment it came into contact with this wisp of life!

The dark yellow wind blades attempted to shred the foreign object.

But that wisp of Wood Qi showed amazing resilience. It did not compete or fight, nor was it impatient. It allowed the wind blades to cut it, but it never dispersed. Instead, like spring rain nourishing all things, it gradually seeped into the interior of the wind blades.

Gradually, a wonderful change occurred.

The originally dark-colored wind blade began to transform after absorbing this trace of life.

The dark yellow color gradually became clear and pure, with a faint hint of green.

More importantly, that originally wild and unruly nature gradually became docile under the nourishment of this vitality.

Shen Feng could clearly feel that his control over this nascent divine wind was increasing at an astonishing rate.

He could barely activate it before, and it was extremely mentally taxing. But now, with the fusion of the Yi Wood spiritual energy, the wind seemed to have become a part of his body.

"Is this... the principle of the five elements generating each other in an endless cycle?"

A sudden realization dawned on Shen Feng.

The Yellow Wind King's Samadhi Divine Wind follows the ultimate path of dissolution and unimpeded movement. Therefore, although its power is great, it is biased, difficult to sustain, and very easy to backfire on the practitioner.

The Taoist practices of Wuzhuang Temple emphasize longevity and long life, using the Qi of Yi Wood to nourish the body and spirit.

At this moment, Shen Feng used this trace of Yi Wood Qi to neutralize the unruly nature of the divine wind. Although it weakened its killing power in a short period of time, it injected it with infinite possibilities and potential for growth.

This is not merely a simple killing technique, but a true supernatural power that can lead to enlightenment!

Shen Feng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

At this moment, the sky outside the window was already turning a pale white.

He looked down at his palm.

In the palm of his hand, a tiny, thumb-sized cyan vortex was slowly rotating.

It no longer exudes the destructive pressure it once did; instead, it gives off a vibrant and exceptionally lively feeling.

Shen Feng waved his hand gently.

"laugh!"

The cyan vortex instantly lengthened, transforming into a thin, hair-like wind blade that pierced straight through the stone wall in front of it.

"Silent and unobtrusive, with even greater control than before."

A satisfied smile appeared on Shen Feng's lips.

Although this divine wind is still very weak, it has already found the right path.

As long as he remains hidden in the Wuzhuang Temple, day by day, this divine wind will eventually transform into a true Samadhi Divine Wind that belongs to him!

Shen Feng stood up. He felt not at all tired, but rather refreshed and full of energy.

The night of cultivation and harmonization gave him a profound understanding of the rudimentary form of the Samadhi Divine Wind, and he was able to control it more freely.

……

As dawn breaks and the clouds gather, the outer herb garden welcomes another day of work.

Shen Feng pushed open the stone house door and took a deep breath of the unique, refreshing air of Longevity Mountain in the early morning.

He looked at the ten acres of medicinal fields that had been assigned to him, where the most basic Dew-Gathering Grass was planted. This spiritual herb needed to be watered with spiritual spring water every day in order to keep its leaves thick and lush.

Irrigation is a laborious task. Ordinary laborers have to carry water from a distant spring and carefully irrigate the land. It is both time-consuming and laborious. Often, even after a whole morning, they cannot irrigate five or six acres of land.

Most of their time was spent on this repetitive work, leaving them no time for anything else.

Shen Feng walked toward the spiritual spring, but his mind was racing. He needed more time to comprehend the wood element in the evening breeze.

We must develop more efficient methods to free up time from labor and use it for spiritual practice.

As he drew water, he immersed his consciousness into his sea of ​​consciousness, where the cyan vortex slowly rotated, agile and docile.