Yun Qing couldn't even use the heavenly book to judge that person's realm, the cause and effect connected to him was too terrifying, and Yun Qing couldn't afford the price for this kind of prying.
If there is no mistake, the other party should be the pillar of Lu Tiantan, the Grand Master of the Mirror. But what makes Yun Qing strange is that the other party doesn't seem to feel the great benevolence and holiness of Qianyuan's gentlemanly way, but only a kind of detached aura of being too forgetful. It would be ridiculous if the leader of Lutian Temple did not cultivate the inheritance of Lutian Temple. It seems that there are differences in the orthodoxy of Lutian Temple.
Yun Qing didn't have time to think deeply, the pressure on her from the Lutian Holy Altar was getting stronger and stronger, and it was almost impossible to move an inch.
With the influx of wishes, the murals were activated, and the flat ground of the altar began to undergo mysterious changes. Grass appeared, the ground began to undulate, and water gathered in the lower part, forming a small lake, while the higher part stretched to the sky, and the top was covered with ice and snow. The water in the lake evaporated, and the wind brought heavy rain down on the grass, and insects could still be heard on the muddy grass. The ice and snow at the foot of the snow mountain melted, and the thin stream flowed into the lake along the grassland, and the lake was always connected with the central holy pool.
At this time, the altar of Lutian almost constitutes a complete natural cycle, as if it is a world of its own.
At this time, the entrance ceremony of the flower boys has already begun, and the low voice of singing crosses the highlands and lakes, across the grasslands and snow-capped mountains.
After the song was over, the flower boys were also scattered to different terrains. At this time, other high priests also began to enter the arena.
The place where Yun Qing was assigned was on the top of a snow mountain. They had also practiced many times before this, but there was no such mysterious change in the Lutian Altar at that time. At this time, Yun Qing had just stepped on the grass, and her whole body was almost wet, but she was still suppressed by the altar and couldn't spare her hands to deal with her embarrassment.
The top of the snow-capped mountain was terribly cold, and the breath was crystallized, and Yun Qing's clothes were wet, which made her feel very uncomfortable. Fortunately, she has been fasting for a while, and "swallowing her breath" has somewhat improved her physique, and she can still survive for a while. But at the end of the sacrifice, she had to condense her true energy on the one hand, temper her soul on the other hand, and maintain the vitality of her physical body in the end, so I don't know if she can take care of it.
There is a half-blooming snow lotus on the snow mountain, Yun Qing sits cross-legged next to it, stretches out her hand to melt a ray of light, and only uses the technique of Xuanyuan Huayu to nourish the vitality of the snow lotus. Not far from her on the mountainside, there are also several handsome flower boys. They are all in groups of several people, and they take turns to inject milder qi into the snow lotus.
Yun Qing didn't care about these, but silently turned the big sun and black sky wheel in the loud and orderly voice of prayer. The greater the power of the wish, the more terrifying the repulsion force of the altar to the different kinds of true energy will be, and the faster Yun Qing can draw the true energy inward. The true energy of the gray-black big sun and black sky wheel will condense a little every week, but the operation will become more and more difficult every week. It's like screwing a screw, the stronger it gets later, but the harder it is to unscrew it.
The speed of wish power gathering is getting faster and faster, and more and more Lutian Temples have risen into the air, spreading all the way to the border of Jingguo. In fact, the Hundred Flowers Festival is more straightforward and can be understood as a large-scale formation prepared for a thousand years. This formation uses the Lutian Holy Altar as the eye of the formation, the thousands of Lutian sub-altars as the base pillar, and the incense accumulated by countless Lutian Altars over the past thousand or even thousands of years as the driving force. A small formation, with countless restrictions superimposed on the small formation, covering the entire mirror country like a spider web.
Human Dao came later than Yao Dao, Immortal Dao, Demon Dao, etc., but in recent years there has been a trend of great prosperity. This is inseparable from this powerful technique of gathering strength. There is no other race that can maintain such a firm and extensive belief like the human race, and can directly use this belief to strengthen orthodoxy. If the Hundred Flowers Festival can be completed this time, then the Holy Altar will be one step closer. It seems that the great prosperity of the human race is no longer just a certain momentum, but will become a reality.
For Yun Qing, since there is such a top-level formation that has been carefully prepared for thousands of years to borrow, she is naturally embarrassed to let it go.
Under such oppression, the gray-black zhenqi condensed little by little, gradually turning from gray-black to dark ink, but this black still has a turbid feeling, and there are still many impurities.
One day after sunrise and sunset, the singing never stopped.
Every corner of the Lutian altar was full of worshipers, and even the empty hanging city was crowded with people, and countless Lutian disciples knelt down to worship. Every ounce of their belief has turned into a vow to enter the altar, which is much stronger than ordinary people.
Yun Qing could already clearly feel the stagnant feeling in her meridians, and every week when her true energy circulated, it took her all of her mind. Fortunately, there were no other disturbances in the altar, and even the snow lotus had no tendency to wither.
She suppressed the anxiety in her heart, tried her best to relax herself, and exerted force again to condense her true energy. At this time, the purity of the true qi had reached a critical point, and many impurities were expelled. She mixed this part of the matter into the snow water and made it flow into the central holy pool of the Lutian Altar.
The Heavenly Altar is equivalent to the eye of the entire large formation, but it is too large, and its interior is self-contained, so it is also equivalent to a small formation, and this holy pool is the eye of the small formation. It has a crucial position in the Hundred Flowers Festival, and Yun Qing doesn't know what will happen if impurities are mixed into it. But she dared not keep the impurities by her side no matter what. At this time, she was guarding the snow lotus and could not move. If these things with strong magic aura were not dispersed, it would be easy for the Lutian altar to find the strangeness on her body.
This time, the zhenqi of the big sun and black sky wheel finally turned into a pure and deep black color. Although it can't reach the level of "swallowing light and soul", it looks full of magic.
not enough. Yun Qing sighed silently in her heart.
If the state of mind cannot be brought up, then no matter how strong the external force is, there is still no way to achieve the most perfect level. Yun Qing doesn't want to have flaws in the first step of cultivating the Tao, the more the beginning is the more important.
This is also the reason why she didn't use foreign objects to wash the marrow and cut the bones. Instead of seeking quick results, it is better to use a more difficult method to obtain better results. Today's cultivators are unwilling to use the method of "swallowing food and swallowing qi" because they can't bear the pain of not eating any heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and only relying on spiritual energy to survive. Yun Qing can bear it, she longs for the seemingly limitless body tempering like the ancient cultivators, longs for the kind of continuous improvement that takes a thousand years as a cycle, instead of the current rapid progress in just a short moment.
The same goes for infuriating. The first ray of true qi in the magic way is particularly important, because the practice of the magic way is to directly generate a ray of true qi from the aura of heaven and earth, and then let this ray of true qi gradually grow through countless cycles of heaven and earth. For Yun Qing, if she can't reach the most perfect state at the beginning, then it is impossible to make up for this shortcoming in the following practice. After all, they are all born on the basis of this ray of true energy. If the foundation is not solid, the stamina will not be much better.
Another two days.
At this time, the true qi of the Great Sun Hei Tian Chakra has been condensed into a thread-like thread, which is almost immobile in the meridians. Yun Qing would feel extremely painful even if she stimulated her true energy even a little bit, let alone functioning. Her state of mind is still not completely stable, there is always something restless, like a wild beast that makes her restless.
Most importantly, the flower in her hand has begun to wither slightly.
The flower boy also has a rotation, if she fails, someone will come to replace her. In this way, Yun Qing's previous efforts have been wasted, and what she is waiting for is the last moment of tempering her mind, so that she can raise her true energy and soul to a new height in one fell swoop.
Yun Qing must last until the end of the sacrifice.
The condensing of the big sun and black sky wheel has basically reached the extreme. Unless her state of mind can go further, it is impossible to achieve "swallowing light and soul". She temporarily gave up concentrating her true energy, and devoted her mind to the Kunshan Jade Fragment Art, trying her best to maintain the vitality of that branch of flower.
She has been exhausting her mind to condense her true energy, but at this moment she suddenly let go of this matter, Yun Qing suddenly felt a relief in her heart, as if a boulder had been moved away. She followed the example of the man sitting upright in the void, letting her mind go empty. The heart is pure, the mind is pure, the body is pure, and the dust is not stained.
On the fifth day, many branch altars exhausted their vows and descended slowly. Yun Qing's breathing gradually slowed down, and the whole person sat in the ice and snow as if there was nothing, and his vitality gradually disappeared.
On the tenth day, almost all the sub-altars had descended from the sky, and the Lutian Altar began to slowly return to silence.
At this time, Yun Qing has entered the state of sitting and forgetting. The world of mortals cannot touch the body, the secular world has already been seen through, the human heart, desire, consciousness, and ordinary heart are constantly washed away, and the heart is like still water.
Just when all the power of the vows was collected at the holy altar and the holy pool was slightly rippling, Yun Qing also began to really temper her soul.
Forget the body, forget the intelligence, and even the spiritual platform is no longer visible in the soul. As the saying goes, there is no mirror and no platform, so where does the dust come from
In the end, only the soul of Yun Qing remained, washed away by thousands of wills, as stable as a rock.
The ceremony of walking on the altar has come to an end, and the high priests left one after another. The national teacher in white clothes and white hair was stationed here with his real body and never left. At this time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the top of the snow-capped mountain where Yun Qing was.
Yun Qing's whole body was covered by ice and snow, and she couldn't see any vitality, but the branch of snow lotus bloomed extremely enchantingly.
Originally, after the altar ceremony was over, all the visions would be restored, but there was no such sign at all in the snow mountain where Yunqing was.
The heart is like still water, and the mind is fixed on the cold mountain!
Yun Qing slowly opened his eyes, and the strange eyes with black pupils and the man above the holy pool looked at each other for a moment.
"call!"
Yun Qing's whole body was ignited with raging black flames, and then he disappeared out of thin air.
The national teacher stood up suddenly and waved a golden light towards the holy pool.
Almost at the same time, a monstrous fire that was exactly the same as the black flame of the Great Sun Black Sky Wheel ignited on the surface of the holy pool, and this flame collided with the golden light silently.