Li Xian sat quietly on the side, looking at Bixia Yuanjun like a jade sculpture, waiting quietly.
At this time, Bixia Yuanjun entered a state that Li Xian could not understand. In this state, Bixia Yuanjun reached a "pseudo-saint" state.
In this state, Bixia Yuanjun almost possesses the shadow of a saint; the only thing missing is the "core" of a saint.
This was the method arranged by Suiren. After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, Bixia Yuanjun finally entered the sprint stage.
This accumulation includes Bixia Yuanjun's own cultivation accumulation and insights, as well as various treasures around her. These treasures formed a formation that Li Xian had never seen before; even many of these treasures were unknown to Li Xian.
But Li Xian knew one thing: any treasure still outside would be enough to drive the quasi-saint crazy.
In order to arrange these treasures to form the most accurate formation, Suiren brought the most advanced supercomputer from the Shang Kingdom. After discovering the convenience of technology, Suiren quickly accepted it. Even Suiren had to admit that in terms of pure calculation, the saints could not compare with the supercomputers of the Shang Kingdom.
Even now, there are still several supercomputers working around, constantly monitoring, calculating, and fine-tuning the surrounding environment, formations, etc.
Around them, there were Sui Mu and many of Bixia Yuanjun's disciples, quietly waiting and guarding. Although this was Sui Ren's dojo, there was no guarantee that something unexpected would happen.
Fortunately, nothing happened until Suiren returned. When Suiren returned with the black tortoise, Li Xian smelled a meaty aroma...
"What a nice smell..." Beside her, the butterfly fairy 'Bai Ling' couldn't help but smell the fragrance. Bai Ling was a transformed butterfly and had always lived in Bixia Yuanjun's dojo, simple and lively.
Li Xian suppressed his laughter, but was also somewhat shocked. He saw Suiren grabbing a flaming mountain with both hands and throwing it directly to the ground. The earth trembled.
The flames gradually faded, and a huge black turtle appeared in front of the immortals. The turtle was probably a hundred meters in size.
But the turtle looked miserable, its back shell collapsed and shattered, its breath was barely there, and it was already on its last legs. A soul seemed to be roaring, but it was engulfed by Suiren's flames and nailed into its body by a sharp sword, unable to escape.
Suiren moved without any hesitation. He waved his hands lightly and a flash of light flew out from the turtle's body.
"Ouch..." The turtle's soul roared, full of grief and indignation. However, it was completely powerless. The soul was about to collapse, but at this moment the sword burst out a little light, which actually stabilized the soul that was about to collapse.
The black turtle's soul was full of cracks and it was wailing in pain, but it was all in vain.
Suiren wrapped the spiritual light with Suiren's flame and began to refine it. A little bit of golden light seeped out and penetrated into Bixia Yuanjun's body.
"This is the Black Turtle's realization of the Dao!" A voice echoed in Li Xian's mind. It was Suiren's voice. "The foundation of a saint cannot be directly plundered. What I can do is to thoroughly burn and stimulate the Black Turtle's foundation and let Bixia realize it. Whether she can cross the final threshold depends on herself."
Li Xian bowed slightly to Suiren, thanking him for his advice. If a saint could point out something, it must be an important thing.