The twig was horrified and struggled desperately.
"Don't eat me. If you want to eat me, eat the lotus flowers you just took out. They can also heal wounds."
"Their laws are incomplete, how can they compare with you?"
The little branch felt very regretful. If it had known this earlier, it would have stayed in its dantian and absorbed the purple air quietly without making a sound.
The Tai Chi diagram absorbed 90% of the purple energy, but still left 10% for it.
Seeing that the twig was annoyed, Xu Chunniang shook her head and smiled, then collected it into her dantian.
"I'm not going to play around with you any more. It's time to get down to business."
She left the cave and leapt above Xiaowu Mountain in one step. Her eyes swept across every flower and stone on Xiaowu Mountain, finally stopping on Xiaojuzi and Xiaobai.
Human beings are born with imperfections, and the purpose of spiritual practice is to complete the missing principles and to transform human beings into saints.
If you cannot take the step of becoming a spirit, no matter how much preparation you make, it will be in vain.
Relying on external objects to survive the thunder tribulation, even if you barely survive it, your lifelong achievement will stop there.
Xu Chunniang smiled and shook her head. She had been hesitant to take that step all these years because she was obsessed with appearance and fell into inferiority.
Because he was worried that he would not be able to survive the thunder tribulation safely, he wanted to find a foolproof method to protect himself.
But there is no perfect method in this world.
Preparing for the divine thunder tribulation with a flawed body is just a waste of time.
After taking another look at Xiaowushan, Xu Chunniang disappeared from the spot and fled into the depths of the mountains.
In the deep mountains thousands of miles away from Xiaoyao Sect, spiritual energy is scarce, people are seldom visited, and even birds and beasts are rarely seen.
Xu Chunniang swept the surroundings with her spiritual sense and nodded with satisfaction.
You can survive the tribulation here without being disturbed by the outside world.
The twig sensed her thoughts and was so frightened that it jumped out of her dantian.
"You, you, you, are you planning to survive the tribulation now?"
"Didn't you tell me that no matter how much preparation we make, it will be useless?"
Little Branch was dumbfounded. "Then you don't have to rush like this, right?"
Xu Chunniang shook her head and said, "Go into my soul and take a look."
The little branch entered her soul doubtfully, and after seeing a new purple puddle forming inside, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
"This is... the Purple Palace Sea of Consciousness? When did it appear? There was clearly nothing there just now!"
Zifu, the residence of immortals, is one of the signs of breaking through the Divine Transformation Stage.
“Just a while ago, I felt a sense of peace I had never felt before, and the Purple Mansion was born.”
After feeling the wonder of the Purple Palace, Xu Chunniang continued, "Once the Purple Palace is born, it is irreversible. We can only go with the flow."
The little branch just felt a headache and had a bad premonition.
This time, the leaves it has grown with great effort may really be lost.
"That's the 59th thunder tribulation. The first thunderbolt can kill a Yuanying cultivator. Are you sure?"
Xu Chunniang looked up at the sky. It was a clear blue sky with white clouds floating by. Not to mention thunder, there wasn't even a hint of haze.
"How will you know if you don't try?"
The little branch wanted to cry but had no tears, and wilted like an eggplant hit by frost. "When you pull my leaves later, please be gentle!"
After saying that, the small branch looked resigned to its fate and silently retracted into its dantian.
Xu Chunniang curled her lips slightly, and her spiritual consciousness fell on the Nascent Soul in her Dantian.
After the Purple Palace in the Yuanshen manifested, the Yuanying in the body also showed a tendency to melt.
The outermost circle has gradually become blurry and turned into the essence of the Nascent Soul, dripping into the Dantian.
“Tick!”
Xu Chunniang practiced the Tai Shang Xiao Yao Heart Sutra, transforming this drop of Nascent Soul essence into a ball of purple air, which slowly flowed into the Purple Palace through the spiritual vein.
The purple palace in the soul was originally the size of a small puddle, but after absorbing this ball of purple air, it expanded slightly.
Refining essence into Qi disperses the Nascent Soul, refining Qi into Spirit and returns to the Purple Palace.
Only by refining all the essence of the Nascent Soul and incorporating it into the Purple Palace can the step of refining Qi into spirit be completed.
"Tick, tick..."
As time went by, the Nascent Soul in the Dantian became smaller and smaller, while the Purple Palace in the Primordial Spirit became larger and larger, turning from a small puddle into a lake.
After the consciousness fell into the Purple Mansion, there was a mysterious feeling, as if one could hear the white clouds flowing silently in the sky and see the sun, moon and stars constantly changing and replacing.
A thought arises, a thought falls, everything is empty, and everything is free and easy.
Suddenly, Xu Chunniang felt as if she was high in the sky, floating towards higher places.
I don't know how long I floated, but the surroundings suddenly fell into emptiness and darkness.
It turned out that she had found herself in a paradise without realizing it.
In the world beyond heaven, it is so quiet that even time seems to have stopped. There is no direction and no purpose.
Xu Chunniang looked around, curiously examining everything around her, and floated towards the unknown future.
I don't know how long I wandered, but a ball of blue fire suddenly appeared, coming from far away, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill.
Just as Xu Chunniang was about to dodge, the blue flames hit her, freezing her so much that she became unconscious.
Hit by the blue flame, she fell heavily from the sky, all the way back to the ground, and then smashed into the mud.
There was hard soil on all sides, and Xu Chunniang, buried in the soil, was squeezed very uncomfortably.
The soil that she could break with just her fingers in the past now pressed down on her like a mountain, making her unable to move.
After trying for many times and failing to break through the soil, Xu Chunniang had no choice but to give up and try other methods.
She thought of seeds. No matter how deep they were buried, seeds could break through the soil and grow vigorously.
If she can grow like a seed, this little bit of soil will not be able to limit her!
In this strange state, Xu Chunniang completely forgot her own identity and devoted herself to being a seed.
She ignored the discomfort of being squeezed, breathing hard, and imagined herself growing.
The soil pressing on her loosened a lot without her noticing.
Finally, one morning, the sprouting seeds broke through the soil and saw a ray of sunshine.
Xu Chunniang breathed in the fresh air greedily, her chest filled with the joy of new life, and her body swayed happily with the breeze.
She forgot everything and only remembered that she was a seed and now a grass.
As spring goes and autumn comes, the newly grown grass on the ground has become very lush. It holds up its broad leaves and sways in the wind, like the king of this land.
The autumn wind is ruthless. It sweeps across the land and inadvertently turns the leaves of the grass yellow.
Blown away by the autumn wind, Xu Chunniang felt as weak as if she had suffered a serious illness.
She tried hard to grow as she had before, but she was powerless and could only watch herself getting weaker day by day.
There seems to be a voice in the dark telling us that this is the fate of a grass, from taking root and sprouting to withering and dying.
She is a blade of grass and should accept her fate of withering.
Is that so
Xu Chunniang was not willing to accept this. Why should she, as a grass, accept the fate of withering
She liked the sunshine and breeze, the occasional rain and dew, and the soil beneath her body.
She did not accept this so-called fate and the inevitable death.
Xu Chunniang waved the yellowed leaves on her body, fighting against the cold wind of late autumn with her claws and fangs. She didn't believe in fate!