In the ocean, an island sits above the waves, somewhere between the unknown and the unknown.
On the island, there are red cliffs, strange rocks, steep walls and unusual peaks. It is indeed a beautiful mountain. The top of the mountain is towering into the clouds, and the palace is hidden in the clouds. It is truly a palace in heaven and a place for immortals to practice cultivation.
Inside the huge palace, there is a long and dark hall. There are a large number of lamps arranged in two rows in the hall, but the lamps are pitch black and do not emit any light.
In front of the main hall, there is an enormous wick platform, on which sits a human figure, who seems to be a sculpture, and does not move at all.
Bear.
With a slight sound, a faint flame came out from one of the two rows of lamps. The lamp was not a bright light, but just a weak wick.
"Um"
Flames appeared, and the sculpture-like figure made a slight sound, as if it had opened its eyes, revealing a golden glow in the darkness.
The light stared at the burning wick, as if observing it. After a long while, it sighed and said, "You haven't even reached the foundation-building stage yet?"
This wick is different from ordinary ones. It does not burn through the existing oil, but as it burns, oil continues to emerge from the wick. The oil falls and soaks into the lamp, and the sculpture-like human figure is stunned.
"Innate spiritual movement of Prome the Heaven-stealing True Body?"
There was a strong sense of surprise in his tone, "How can a mere Qi training recreate my physique?"
The flame of the wick went out, and the flowing oil seemed to burn again, causing the wick to ignite a ball of golden flame. As it burned, a faint golden airflow floated to the body of the meditating person and was sucked in by him.
"The power of Hun Yuan is better than nothing, right? It's a pity that this physique is dead. Otherwise, the day of my enlightenment should be advanced, huh?"
The body that seemed to have been meditating for a long time suddenly stood up at this moment, and its pair of eyes emitting golden flames were filled with anger and surprise.
"Who stole my foundation?"
…
Pingdingshan, in the square.
The fellow apprentices were already standing in an orderly line, including Ling Ling, whose thoughts were hard to guess. She was also laughing and seemed to find it fun, and was standing side by side with Zhang Feixuan and the others.
And on the front steps, at the entrance of the newly built pagoda-like palace, Song Yin stood there, facing his fellow disciples, without saying a word, just watching.
Zhang Feixuan couldn't help himself and said, "Brother, didn't we test it before?"
He always had a bad feeling, otherwise why would they all be gathered in the square.
“I have taken the test.”
Song Yin nodded and said, "But that was just a test, so that I can have a general understanding of you. From now on, until I go down the mountain to clean up, I will personally supervise you and push you to your limits!"
Pushing the limit
Before everyone could think about it, they saw Song Yin's eyes widened.
Bear!
"ah!"
A burning heat wave came from behind Zhang Feixuan and the others, accompanied by howling, making them subconsciously break out in cold sweats.
Zhang Feixuan looked back with a somewhat stiff head, and saw that his fellow apprentices were now covered in white flames and rolling on the ground in pain. Their screams seemed to penetrate their souls and make people shudder.
Oh, just practice.
Wang Qi shrugged indifferently and stood there, waiting for his turn.
But Song Yin ignored them and just stared at these fellow disciples, letting them roll and crawl on the ground until the wailing stopped and they all fainted on the ground, but the white fire was still burning.
"Brother?" Zhang Feixuan raised his eyebrows and said, "My fellow disciples can no longer hold on."
"I know." Song Yin said in a deep voice: "So, we have to push them to their limits! Their bodies can't hold on, but their souls can! Today is different from the past. We have to wipe out the Xumi Meridian and fulfill our master's legacy! So you have to work harder, and my fellow apprentices will definitely understand my painstaking efforts!"
No one understands!
The master doesn't have any legacy to fulfill!
If those people continue to burn, they will become like the master.
Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth but didn't dare to say anything.
Song Yin just continued to stare at these fellow disciples and let them burn there.
The body belongs to the body, and the soul belongs to the soul. In the past, Song Yin refined them only because their physical bodies couldn't bear it. After all, there was no rush at that time.
But the situation is different now. Those evil ways have come knocking on his door, which makes Song Yin feel a sense of crisis, but this sense of crisis does not come from himself.
There is no problem with himself. After being down the mountain for so long, he probably knows about the so-called realms and divisions. Those land immortals are no match for him who has the potential to be a great immortal. There is not even a land immortal in the Xumi Meridian. If he wants to wipe out the evil ways, he can definitely do it alone.
But things don’t work that way. If the junior brothers don’t grow, the Golden Immortal Sect will always remain like this.
This time it was the master who died. The master discovered those evil ways in advance and died to protect them, to protect the mortals.
What about next time
Even if he wiped out the evil sect of Xumi Clan by himself and relocated the sect, if he encountered evil sect again, who would die next time
The Golden Immortal Sect cannot withstand such a torment!
So they have to grow up quickly.
"You have inherited the master's innate talent. I will use the flame of the human pill method to refine you and help you transform quickly. Once you have adapted to the Dao fire, it will be easy."
Song Yin said to the disciples who fainted, "Now, hold on. Even if you have fainted, you must hold on. I was too lenient with you in the past, but now is not the time to show mercy."
Zhang Feixuan curled the corner of his mouth and looked back.
Are you sure they can hear it
If you continue to practice, your body will not be damaged, but your spirit will be scattered.
In the past, these people seemed to be able to only hold out for three to five breaths, but how long is it now
Song Yin also knew that he couldn't force it. When Zhang Feixuan couldn't help but speak, the white flames on their bodies suddenly went out and dissipated as a whole.
"It's reached its limit. I should be able to wake up at night and make it to the evening class. I can practice again at night, so that I can continue after the morning class."
Song Yin nodded and said to Sun Jiubei who was looking at him eagerly from behind: "Junior brother, go down the mountain later and tell the people down there that we will not come down to help them during this period. If they have any difficulties, let them come up the mountain to find me."
"Yes, senior brother." Sun Jiubei bowed.
"Brother, we are still here."
Wang Qizhen wiped the sweat off his head and said with a flattering smile: "Just let us help."
Must go!
Otherwise something bad will happen later!
Hearing this, Song Yin looked towards them, his eyes showing no sadness or joy, just as calm as a still pond.
Rather than looking at people, it is better to say
He was looking at a group of things that were to be refined, including a bell!
Lingling also put away her playful expression at this time, and rarely looked serious, and then said weakly: "Brother, I want to go down."
"Junior sister"
Song Yin said slowly: "Now that you are well, you can't be so lazy. I know you have a special body and your method is comparable to the human pill method, but you still have to practice. If you become stronger, you won't be attacked by the resentment, right?"
The bell shook its head like a rattle, and it stepped back, subconsciously wanting to run.
"I will put in a little more effort for you four!"
After Song Yin finished speaking, his eyes widened, and white flames burned on everyone from Zhang Feixuan to Ling Ling, causing them to freeze. Then, a howl even louder than that of the group of fellow disciples rang out from the square.
"Oh!!"