Leng Jingran sat cross-legged on the bed and recalled the conversation he had with the four clowns. He had not had many friends since he was young. Although his adoptive father was very good to him, he was very busy with work and rarely interacted with them.
His adoptive father later adopted a girl, but within two years, his sister went missing, and he became even lonelier. Leng Jingran had been a very independent child since he was young. He had a peaceful personality but was also a little quiet. He usually stayed at home other than going to school.
After his father passed away, he didn't even have anyone to communicate with. After school, he would stay at home to cultivate, as if everything had become a habit. After all, a sixteen-year-old boy was at the age where he longed for friends and communication. He also had a lot of curiosity about the outside world. Leng Jingran was no exception. Therefore, when the four living treasures stuck to him, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he patiently communicated with them and even helped them modify their cultivation techniques.
Leng Jingran thought of his adoptive father, his sister whom he had spent two years with but was unforgettable, and those four living treasures. Finally, his gaze fell on the black storage ring on his right ring finger. It was this ring that allowed him to embark on a path of cultivation that he did not know of.
The original ring was not a ring. His adoptive father had told him that when he found him at the door, there was a ring-shaped birthmark on his right ring finger.
Until one night when he was ten years old, Leng Jingran was woken up by a strong pain on his right ring finger. He was surprised to find that the birthmark slowly squeezed out of his finger, as if it had a life of its own. Finally, the birthmark completely separated from the flesh and turned into a black ring. The words "death" were engraved on the ring.
Leng Jingran's entire body stiffened as he looked at the ring on his hand in horror. After a long time, whether it was an illusion or something else, he found that the symbol-like words on the ring began to slowly twist.
Leng Jingran became more and more afraid. He wanted to take off the ring, but he found that he couldn't move his body at all. He could only watch as the words left the ring and hung in the air. They lined up neatly and rushed towards him. Leng Jingran was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound. The row of words instantly rushed into the space between his eyebrows. Then, he blacked out and fell on the bed.
When Leng Jingran woke up again, he was in the hospital. His adoptive father, who was beside him, cried tears of joy and told him that he had been unconscious for three days and three nights. If he did not wake up, his adoptive father was prepared to send him abroad for treatment. After a few rounds of full-body examinations, the doctor could not tell why Leng Jingran was unconscious, so he was discharged from the hospital in a daze.
When he returned home, Leng Jingran suddenly thought of that terrifying ring. He looked at his finger and found that the birthmark was still a birthmark. There was no ring at all. Leng Jingran secretly rejoiced. It turned out to be a dream. That black ring did not exist at all.
That night, Leng Jingran tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he would think of that ring. Unknowingly, his left hand touched the birthmark on the ring finger of his right hand. Suddenly, a lot of information appeared in his mind, a lot of information that he had never come into contact with before.
Leng Jingran was so frightened that he trembled. His left hand moved away from the birthmark, and the information suddenly disappeared. However, as soon as he touched the birthmark, the information would appear again. After trying it a few times, Leng Jingran felt that there was nothing to be afraid of. The curiosity of a child overcame everything, and he began to study the information.
Leng Jingran let out a sigh of relief after he finished deciphering the information. It turned out that the black ring did exist, and this information was sent to him by the ring.
The ring was a supreme-grade divine artifact called the Primal Chaos Ring. Not only did it have almost unlimited storage space, but it also came with a very powerful defensive array. The storage space of this ring contained many collections and cultivation techniques left behind by the previous Ring Master. In addition, the Divine Art "Chaos Heart Sutra" cultivated by the previous Ring Master and the magic art of using the ring were also transmitted to Leng Jingran's mind.
After deciphering the information, Leng Jingran began to hesitate again. Should he practice the Chaos Heart Sutra or not? He lay on the bed and thought for a long time. Could he become a god after practicing? Would he be able to fly in the sky like those immortals on television? In the end, the child-like nature of worshipping immortals and ghosts finally prevailed. Following the instructions of the Heart Sutra, he sat down cross-legged and began his journey of cultivating the divine…
According to the meridian path marked by the Heart Sutra, divine essence energy was brewed. After persisting for a week, he finally felt the divine essence in his body. He impatiently began to direct this divine essence to flow through his meridians. After his divine essence circulated a large circulation, Leng Jingran felt his entire body warm and comfortable. It was indescribable, as if he was going to float.
He followed the heart sutra's instructions and circulated his divine essence in his meridians for nine great circulations before putting away the cultivation method. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had been practicing for a day and a night. Fortunately, his adoptive father had gone to another province to discuss business, and it was the weekend. Otherwise, his secret of cultivating the spirit would definitely be discovered. He secretly made up his mind to be more careful when practicing in the future.
Leng Jingran rolled over and got out of bed. Suddenly, he realized that his body was sticky and uncomfortable. He took off his clothes and took a look. Oh my god, his entire body was covered in a layer of black sticky substance. On second thought, the Heart Sutra had mentioned that the first practice would condense the body and expel the impurities in the body. This layer of black substance was probably the impurities in the body.
It took a lot of effort to wash away these impurities. Now, Leng Jingran felt refreshed all over. The world in front of him was brighter, and his five senses were enhanced. His body's flexibility had also increased by several times. He had not rested for a day and a night, but not only did he not feel tired, but he was also in high spirits. Leng Jingran thought to himself, Haha, it's really good to cultivate the spirit. I don't have to sleep in the future.
Right, the collection in the ring, I have divine essence energy now, I can use magic arts to look at the collection in the ring. Thinking of this, he climbed onto the bed again, sat down cross-legged, and carefully chanted the spell.
As soon as he finished chanting, he realized that the scene in front of him had changed into a huge space. Leng Jingran was shocked. He relaxed and the space disappeared. The scene in front of him had changed into his own bedroom.
Leng Jingran tried a few more times. As long as he relaxed, he would come back. After thinking about it, he understood that it wasn't his main body entering. His mind entered the storage space of the ring. After thinking it through, he began to observe the space leisurely. The space was about the size of two football fields. It was empty and there were three doors at the end.
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