Purple Sun Cliff.
A figure surrounded by flames and lightning was waving his fists on it. Every move was complete, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking.
"Ha!"
The voice suddenly roared loudly. The arm wrapped in flames waved forward, and the stones not far away instantly exploded, sending rocks flying everywhere.
However, the fiend-like figure retracted his arm, and his eyes were filled with surprise.
"It's been a year, and I've finally stepped into the realm of breaking through space!”
Chen Fan muttered to himself. There were blue lightning dots around his left arm. They were actually lightning snakes.
Now that his strength had increased greatly, he still felt that the path of Qi cultivation was long.
He collected his other thoughts and continued to train his fists and cultivate bitterly.
………………
Time passed by in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.
In the past ten years, many of Mao Mountain's talented disciples had almost completed the Body Forging and stepped into the Qi Refining Realm.
The most famous one was Shi Jian.
If Chen Fan hadn't been ahead of him, he would have been the eldest senior brother of this generation.
Shi Jian had entered the Sutra Depository ten years ago and had chosen the Lightning Fist, which was said to be one of the top three most difficult techniques in the entire Mao Mountain.
And to everyone's surprise, he successfully mastered it and became a top disciple in one leap.
Other than Shi Jian, there were also some talented geniuses such as Lin Fengjiao, Si Mu, Qian He, Ying Gu, etc. After entering the Qi Refining Realm, the elders of the nine peaks competed to take them in as core disciples and teach them their mantras.
Apart from these talented disciples, there was another eccentric disciple in Mao Mountain called Mama Di. He was lazy and cunning. No Taoist priest liked him at all.
But overall, the disciples in this area were still very outstanding.
Especially the rare genius Chen Fan.
These 48th generation disciples were even called the Golden Generation by the Sect Leader, Xuanling Daoist.
The golden era of Mao Mountain began.
………
Ten years later.
Purple Sun Cliff.
This cliff was high in the mountains and dangerous in the ground, with few people.
Ever since Chen Fan came here to cultivate, this place had been listed as a forbidden area by the Hierarch and no one else was allowed to come near except Chen Fan.
This place was also called the Holy Mountain by many disciples.
"Rumble…"
Over the years, this cliff had been interwoven with thunder and lightning all year round, and there were also raging flames. From time to time, flames that were dozens of feet high would rush into the sky, illuminating everything around them.
Within the range of the Purple Sun Cliff, once someone approached, they would feel a sense of suppression and palpitation.
At the edge of the cliff, there were originally some small insects crawling around. Now, it had completely turned into scorched earth. Not even an ant could be seen.
At the center of the Purple Sun Cliff, there was a layer of black fog. One could vaguely see a figure within it. That figure was also surrounded by lightning and flames.
At this moment, countless bolts of lightning interweaved in the sky and suddenly fell vertically. A loud thunderclap sounded.
The black fog dissipated, and a figure sat cross-legged.
On the left arm of the figure, several blue runes were densely suspended, and lightning flashed and interweaved. Divine fire revolved around his right arm, tempering his muscles and bones.
As he closed his eyes and breathed in and out, streams of fire power as thick as a finger rose and fell between his mouth and nose, tempering his internal organs.
It was Chen Fan.
It had been ten years since he had come up the mountain. His handsome face was now even more handsome.
He was only 12 years old when he went up the mountain. Now, he was 22 years old and had fully grown. His height had also reached 1.9 meters.
In the past ten years, Xuan Ling had been nurturing Chen Fan with a lot of resources. Chen Fan's Dharma Power had improved tremendously and the lake of Purple Qi in his Dantian had turned into a sea of Purple Qi.
The Nine Heavens Divine Fire Technique had already reached perfection a long time ago.
He even specially entered the Sutra Depository.
He had learned the Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist!
Now, he was also at the Perfection Realm!
In ten years, he had cultivated both cultivation techniques to the realm of perfection.
That was simply unimaginable.
The realms of spells were: Beginner, Small Success, Large Success, Peak, and Perfection.
The higher the level, the harder it was to cultivate.
Not only had Chen Fan perfected the Nine Heavens Divine Fire Art and the Lightning Fist, but he had also fused them into one.
It surpassed all cultivation techniques!
Such talent.
In the entire world, he was the only one who could do it.
This was the power of a hundredfold talent!
In addition, Chen Fan had also mastered the Heavenly Talisman Runes to a new level. He could summon lightning with a single thought.
In his opinion, the Heaven-Connecting Talisman was a terrifying peerless technique.
As expected of one of the Eight Wondrous Skills.
Among all the talisman techniques, there was no talisman technique that could be compared to the word technique.
With the addition of divine lightning and lightning fire, he was already completely invincible in the same realm.
Even if the founder of Mao Mountain was resurrected, he wouldn't be a match for Chen Fan.
A breeze blew and Chen Fan opened his eyes.
A familiar figure greeted his eyes. It was Daoist Xuan Ling.
Daoist Xuan Ling looked at his disciple, who looked like a god and a demon, and suddenly felt a little emotional.
Time passed too quickly. It was almost the time it took to open and close one's eyes. The child from back then had already grown so big.
"Master!"
Chen Fan stood up and bowed respectfully.
The other party had really given him too much. All kinds of resources seemed to have been poured in endlessly, allowing him to smoothly reach this realm in these ten years.
Such kindness was as heavy as a mountain.
"Disciple, follow me to ring the bell today!”Daoist Xuan Ling said calmly.
"Good!"
The Divine Fire and Divine Lightning on Lin Fan's body dissipated instantly, revealing his muscular body.
He was tall and slender, and every inch of his skin was perfect. He was wearing a black and white Daoist robe that only the eldest true disciple could wear, and his eyes were emitting a terrifying light.
Taoist Xuan Ling led Chen Fan to the bell.
"Master, let me ring the bell!"
Chen Fan had a rough idea of what he had to do.
Taoist Xuan Ling raised his hand to stop him and said slowly,""Today, you are going down the mountain to train, so I should be the one knocking!”
After saying that, Daoist Xuan Fa pushed his magic power and rang the bell.
"Dang! Clang! Clang!"
The bell rang, and the gloomy black fog in the sky dissipated. Light shone into the earth, welcoming endless vitality.
At that moment, the voice echoed throughout the nine peaks and all the disciples of Mao Mountain were alarmed. They all chose to break out of seclusion and use their techniques to rush towards the Spirit Treasure Hall.
In a short while, many figures came, riding flying swords, or walking.
The three bells echoed for a long time, and more people rushed over one after another.
"In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed!"
"I can finally go down the mountain, but why do I feel a little reluctant?”
"I used to think that the time I spent on the mountain was very long, but now I feel that time flies!”
"After this farewell, I don't know when we'll meet again!”
"Senior Brother, where are you going to train?”
"I want to go home and see my elderly parents!”
On the wide bluestone field, everyone revealed a sad expression, immersed in the grief of parting.
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