This shocking discovery made Fang Ziyu extremely excited. Reaching the Nascent Soul stage meant that he could already ride a flying sword and no longer had to be trapped in this cave. But on second thought, he was worried again. Because according to the speed of ordinary people, when the Nine Heavens Mysterious Heart Dao Technique reached the fourth realm, they would enter the Spirit Silence Stage. At this time, the people of the Jade Mirage Palace would have to go out everywhere to find rare treasures to cultivate their own magic weapons. Once they reached the Nascent Soul Stage, they would have their own magic weapons to fly in the air. Usually, flying swords were used in the Hollow Jade Temple. However, Fang Ziyu's fortuitous encounter these days had allowed him to jump from the later stage of the fusion stage to the Nascent Soul stage. Therefore, he did not have the time to find his own magic weapon. Without a magic weapon, he could not fly. Fang Ziyu sat on the ground dispiritedly. The feeling of having hope and then being disappointed was really unpleasant. It was like climbing out of a very deep hole and finding himself in an even bigger and deeper hole. It was so unbearable that he wanted to vomit blood. He helplessly looked at the dense vines at the entrance of the cave and thought,"Could it be that the heavens have destined me to live here for the rest of my life?”
Thinking of the three faces of the monk, the Taoist priest, and the warrior that gave him nightmares every night, and thinking of the scene when the nanny held the monk's legs tightly and told him to leave when she was dead, Fang Ziyu looked up at the sky and shouted,""No, I can't die here! I want revenge, I want to kill all of you!”With a wave of his hand, a thread of true energy shot out from his finger. With a " pa " sound, a vine branch broke off.
Fang Ziyu stared blankly at Teng Zhi. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. He slapped his head and shouted,"That's right. If there's no magic treasure, I can use something else to replace it. Why am I so stupid? Flying swords are straight, so choosing some straight tree branches should be able to replace flying swords, right?”
Fang Ziyu chose the straightest vine branch among the vines, and after easily getting it down, he was in a dilemma because no one had told him how to cultivate a magic weapon or how to make it fly.
Fang Ziyu held the vine branch and stared at it for a long time. In the end, he decided to give it a try no matter what. He decided to infuse his Genuine Qi into Teng Zhi first.
Fang Ziyu was shocked by this sudden movement of zhenqi. It turned out that as soon as he willed it, three powerful streams of zhenqi were immediately sent out from his dantian. Then, they inexplicably condensed into a strange stream of zhenqi that absorbed and repelled each other and instantly spread to his limbs and meridians. Moreover, this stream of zhenqi was so powerful that he could not believe it. Fang Ziyu didn't know that this was the difference between the Nascent Soul Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage. Before the Nascent Soul Stage, the dantian was like a small generator, self-sufficient. After the Nascent Soul Stage, the Nascent Soul was like a large power plant. It not only supported the meridians in his body, but also helped him control the things in the outside world. As long as a self-cultivator could refine a spiritual treasure to the point where it recognized its owner, then control it with his yuanying would be as flexible as controlling his own hands and feet. Even though Fang Ziyu did not have a Nascent Soul, the amount of zhenqi he had accumulated from the three types of qi balls was definitely not lower than that of a Nascent Soul.
Mount Kunlun was a place with abundant spiritual energy. These vines had been growing here for thousands of years, so they had already gained sentience. Therefore, Fang Ziyu could easily control this vine.
During the process of cultivation, Fang Ziyu discovered something interesting. It turned out that the Nascent Soul that was replaced by three streams of genuine Qi could control this Teng Zhi and make it fly in the air. With this shocking discovery, Zi Yu immediately decided to carry out the sword control plan. He first stood on top of the vine branch, then used his true energy to control the vine branch and let it rise into the air. In the beginning, Teng Zhi only moved slightly, but in the end, Teng Zhi carried Fang Ziyu and slowly left the ground. Even though he was only slightly off the ground, he was already extremely excited. When Fang Ziyu decided to raise Teng Zhi's cultivation a little more,"”Teng Zhi was torn into pieces, and he fell back to the ground.
This was because Fang Ziyu had just learned how to use his Nascent Soul Qi, so his control over this powerful zhenqi was still unstable. Although Teng Zhi had intelligence, it was definitely not suitable to be used as a magic treasure. Fang Ziyu didn't know about this. He instinctively believed that as long as it was something substantial, he could cultivate it. He didn't care about anything else and took another branch from the vine to continue practicing his sword kinesis flight.
After breaking countless vines, he finally learned how to control his true energy accurately. This time, not only did the vine not break, but it also carried Fang Ziyu up into the air. Fang Ziyu stood on the vine branch excitedly. Although he was swaying left and right on the vine, he was only one step away from Sword Kinesis Flight. As long as he could control his balance again, he could truly ride a flying sword.
Fang Ziyu's move was unprecedented in the cultivation world. First of all, Teng Zhi was definitely not suitable to cultivate as a magic treasure. Secondly, he was able to use a magic treasure so freely without any training. Even if the ancestor of Taoism was reborn, he would have to exclaim in admiration as a "monster".
No matter what, Fang Ziyu had succeeded. After falling down and climbing back up more than ten times, Fang Ziyu had finally mastered Sword Kinesis Flight.
The final moment had finally arrived. Fang Ziyu stood at the entrance of the cave, his hand tightly gripping the vine branch. His palm was already slightly sweaty. Fang Ziyu had always been practicing in the cave, and the highest point he could reach was the top of the cave. If he were to jump down from the cliff, he would be crushed into pieces if he lost control.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Ziyu said softly,"Rise." The Teng Zhi in his hand seemed to have come alive and floated in the air obediently, then floated all the way to his feet. Fang Ziyu took another deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward. Teng Zhi sank a little, but quickly stabilized. Fang Ziyu was already standing in the void outside the cliff. He pointed forward and shouted,"Fly."
"Sou!" Teng Zhi carried him and flew out like an arrow that had just left the bow.
Fang Ziyu felt extremely happy when he saw that he could really roam the world. He was flying up and down in the air, very excited. However, in his excitement, he did not notice that cracks had already begun to appear on the vine branch under his feet.
"Pa!" After all, the Teng Zhi was not a magic treasure. It could not hold on any longer after it reached its limit and shattered in midair.
Fang Ziyu, who was in mid-air, suddenly felt his feet lighten. His body immediately fell uncontrollably, and the fragments of the Teng Zhi floated in front of his eyes.
In an instant, all the unforgettable memories of the past, the love of Uncle Fu and Nanny, the ridicule he had suffered because of this strange face since he was young, the three faces of the monk, Taoist priest, and warrior that made him angry, and the brotherhood of Xu Aotian, all flashed through his mind in a flash, and then it was blank.
Then, he felt his body fall rapidly.
At this moment of life and death, he suddenly couldn't breathe in any external air, and his internal breath was like a torch.”It was ignited.
It was like a dream.
Suddenly, he understood the method to activate the Nascent Soul True Qi in his body.
It was to first stop the postnatal breathing before activating the true qi breathing in the body, which was also what the Daoists called innate breathing.
Fang Ziyu could feel his zhenqi surging inside his body as the three streams of zhenqi that replaced his yuanying were constantly supplying him with zhenqi.
He suddenly gathered a mouthful of Genuine Qi and pressed his palms down. Immediately, a recoil force was generated, which greatly reduced the speed of his fall. He even rose half a foot up and somersaulted before falling into a pile of dense grass with a bang. He fell like a sky full of stars.
Fang Ziyu sat up from the grass and looked at his hands in shock. Then, he looked at the sky and muttered to himself,"Am I still alive?"
He pinched the flesh on his hand hard and felt waves of pain. Fang Ziyu did a somersault and jumped up, shouting towards the sky,"I didn't die! I'm back!"
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