Become An Ancestor In Immortal Cultivation World

Looking at Ning Shiyu's panicked figure, Ning Shixue felt doubtful and walked into the retreat room without thinking too much.

"Master, my uncle sent two storage bags, one of which contains medicinal materials, and the other said it was sent by Qinghe County."

"Oh?" Lin Sheng felt happy, this "desire" was finally delivered.

The medicinal material storage bag took one look and was handed directly to Lin Zhi. The storage bag sent by Qinghe County contained five palm-sized brocade boxes with sealing charms affixed to them.

Lin Sheng took off the sealing talisman and opened the brocade box. There was a fist-sized colorless muddy substance inside, without any smell.

‘Is this what lust is condensed into? ’

Lin Sheng was curious, so he reached out and pinched a little bit and rubbed it. It was very soft and had a slightly sticky feeling.

"Master, is this desire?" Lin Zhi's face was full of curiosity.

"To be precise, this is just a type of desire, called lust. This is the first time I have seen it." Lin Sheng covered the brocade box and handed it to Lin Zhi together with the storage bag.

"Since the refining of the Jingyuan Pill failed, let's stop for a while and prepare to refine the Dream Desire Pill.

"The female disciples gave them three attempts, and those who failed were arranged to go to the basement to make alchemy."

Lin Zhi showed hesitation: "Sir, if I refine the dream elixir, then your Foundation Building thing."

"Don't worry, you go and refine the Dream Desire Pill first. If any of those female disciples can successfully refine the Dream Desire Pill, you can then refine the Rank Two pill."

There is no rush to do the Foundation Building. Now that I have just finished my work and started to rebuild, I still have to get used to it for a while.

Lin Sheng looked at Ning Shixue: "In the future, you can give the medicinal materials sent by uncle directly to Zhi'er without giving them to me."

Ning Shixue nodded: "Master, do you still want to retreat?"

Lin Sheng looked solemnly: "Well, you two go out. If there is nothing important, don't disturb me."

"Well, I wish you great success in advance." Ning Shixue said softly.

"Haha." Lin Sheng smiled, waved his hand, and the two girls stepped back.

Lin Sheng took out the elixir jade bottle and poured out nine blood pills. Without any hesitation, he picked up one blood pill and swallowed it, closing his eyes.

There was nothingness in front of him. As the elixir dissolved in his abdominal cavity, bloodshot streaks appeared in the nothingness. They were far away at first, but as time went by, they slowly got closer.

These blood threads as thin as hair grew larger and larger, and finally turned into bloody tendons. They were like living creatures, entangled together and struggling desperately.

The flesh muscles are covered with dense blood-colored lines, like human faces.

At this moment, one of the faces suddenly opened its eyes.

Lin Sheng was startled and suddenly opened his eyes. He appeared in a space made of muscles.

Different from last time, this time he could clearly see bloodshot streaks forming a human face on the surrounding muscles.

The faces of these people have their eyes closed, and their expressions are vivid, some are malicious, some are sad, some are happy.

‘Joy, sorrow, sorrow, no anger, four desires and demonic skills, am I in my own Spirit Root? ’

Lin Sheng was startled by his own thoughts. He lowered his head and looked at the resentful face under him, then raised his hand and pressed it down.

This time, he directly touched the muscles, which were full of elasticity and felt inexplicably familiar, as if the muscles were part of his body.

‘Am I really in my Spirit Root? ’

Lin Sheng subconsciously looked inside himself. He saw the bloody Spirit Root in his body, and he also saw himself sitting cross-legged in the Spirit Root.

The picture instantly shattered, like a mirror shattering. Lin Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and returned to the retreat room.

‘Is this method related to Spirit Root? ’

Lin Sheng was thoughtful, recalling the various changes in the Blood Pill in his mind.

‘Countless blood threads make up the tendons, and these tendons are the embodiment of the Spirit Root. Could it be said that the blood threads can be condensed into the Spirit Root? ’

‘No, it’s not that the blood threads condensed into the Spirit Root, but that it penetrated into the Spirit Root and changed the Spirit Root. ’

‘The first time he took the blood pill, blood threads appeared and penetrated Linzhi’s body, sucking up his mana. This shows that blood threads can swallow up mana. ’

Lin Shengruo had some enlightenment and thought further along this line of thinking.

‘The human face that appears on the tendons is the soul of the demon seed, and the Spirit Root is coiled around the demon seed, and it swallows up some souls invisibly? ’

‘Swallowing mana and soul, is this method related to swallowing? ’

Thinking of this, Lin Sheng looked inside himself. In the bloody Spirit Root, thirty-six golden lights of destruction were clearly visible, and each one was extremely bright and dazzling.

One blood pill, one-ninth of a human head, actually condensed all the golden light of destruction.

The last time he swallowed the blood pill, he had condensed twelve rays of golden light of destruction. Now one blood pill has directly condensed twenty-four rays. This is two hundred and forty years.

Gold Core Perfected Being only has a lifespan of five hundred years. This blood pill directly saves more than two hundred years of hard work. In this way, doesn't the nine blood pills cover more than two thousand years?

‘That old man is definitely the Nascent Soul True Monarch, and I’m afraid he’s still above the Nascent Soul. ’

Lin Sheng was shocked. In comparison, the green elixir refined from Xu Changqing's head was not comparable at all.

It's so scary to pick up a human head casually. There are more than thirty heads in the storage bag. If they are all like the old man, then what's the point?

Lin Sheng felt sad and continued to check the Spirit Root to see if there were any new changes. This check did not matter, a serious problem emerged.

The blood-colored Spirit Root has no attributes. To be precise, it has no five-element attributes. It was clear that the Spirit Root was still metallic last time, but now the attributes are suddenly gone.

‘Did Spirit Root mutate? ’

Lin Sheng had a headache for a while. The Spirit Root mutated into Immortal Cultivation World. However, those were normal attribute changes, such as Water Spirit Root mutating into Ice Spirit Root.

No matter how it changes, it is still within the five elements attributes. This is the first time I have seen the attributes changed away.

"Is this the legendary leap out of the five elements?"

Lin Sheng muttered to himself, trying to absorb the spiritual energy in the air. The spiritual energy entering the body would be converted into black mana normally.

"There doesn't seem to be any different changes."

"wrong!"

Lin Sheng's eyes flashed, and he could clearly feel that less of the spiritual energy entering his body dissipated.

In the past, during cultivation, when the spiritual energy entered the body, five out of ten were reduced. Now, when the spiritual energy enters the body, the same is reduced to five out of ten, but the five out of ten are much less. Lin Sheng could feel it clearly.

The reduction in the dissipation of spiritual energy can only prove that the level of the Spirit Root has been improved. The non-attributed blood Spirit Root allows the body to absorb more spiritual energy than the gold Spirit Root.

Lin Sheng looked solemn. The Spirit Root level was improved. This was a big deal. The more spiritual energy he absorbed, the faster his cultivation would naturally be.

Looking at the remaining eight blood pills, Lin Sheng picked up another blood pill and swallowed it without any hesitation.

In a daze, the bloody flesh appeared again, but this time the scene was even more shocking.

The sky and the earth were covered by huge strips of blood-colored flesh tendons. They were entangled and rolled and twisted. Countless flesh tendons were hanging down from the sky, twisting and struggling.

Lin Sheng stood in mid-air, as inconspicuous as a speck of dust amidst countless twisting and struggling huge muscles.

The body suddenly began to feel hot, and bulges appeared on the body. They were wandering around the body, like parasites crawling under the skin, ready to break out at any time.

Lin Sheng was very calm at this time. He guessed that this was the manifestation of "Dharma". There was no feeling coming from these bulges, as if they did not exist at all.

Looking inside himself, he saw that the Spirit Root in his body had grown countless blood-colored tendons, like tentacles, passing through the meridians, flesh and bones, and pressing against the skin.

Under each bulge, there are tentacles.

I don't know how long it took, but a bulge on the back of my right hand suddenly burst, and a bloody tentacle came out of it.

The picture shattered, and Lin Sheng suddenly woke up and returned to the retreat room again.

He quickly looked inside himself and saw many short and thin tentacles growing out of the blood-colored Spirit Root, like plant roots, swaying with breath.

‘Is this still Spirit Root? ’

Lin Sheng had a gloomy look on his face. He found that things were getting weirder and weirder. He didn't expect that obtaining the "Dharma" would turn the Spirit Root into something extremely weird.

But now that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired, there is no way out, either not to eat, or to eat them all.

With a ruthless look on his face, Lin Sheng grabbed the remaining seven blood pills and swallowed them all.

The blood pill melted, and the blood-colored aura suddenly exploded. The tiny tentacles on the Spirit Root began to grow rapidly, and blood threads seeped out from the pores and drilled back into the body from another pore.

Lin Sheng saw a solemn and majestic hall in a trance. An old man with white hair and beautiful face was sitting on a throne in the hall. There were people kneeling around him, and his face could not be seen clearly.

One of them walked out of the crowd, gesticulating, as if reporting something, and the old man suddenly stood up.

Then the scene changed, and there was an ancient inn in the mountains. The inn's courtyard wall was covered with red lanterns.

The old man strolled in from far away. He opened the door of the inn and walked in. The inn was full of people, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

The guy came up to me and seemed to say something.

The old man raised his hand, and a bloody tentacle stretched out from his palm, split into four petals, and turned into a huge mouth, swallowing the man directly.

The crowd in the inn instantly became chaotic. The old man ignored them. He walked to the kitchen and tried to open the door, but failed.

He didn't stop and walked towards the backyard. There were three cabins and an ancient well in the backyard.

The old man passed by the ancient well and leaned forward to look inside. The scene seemed to be paused, and he kept looking around.

After a long time, the old man gradually stood up and walked towards the first cabin. The door of the cabin was easily pushed open and he walked in.

After a long time, the old man opened the door and walked out. He walked to the second cabin.

The old man stood in front of the cabin for a long time, and it could be felt that he was hesitant.

Finally, the old man walked into the cabin, but this time, he never came out.

The picture gradually disappeared like ripples on water, and Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

‘Such a strong monk also died in the inn. It’s really a fluke that I survived. ’

Lin Sheng had a look of emotion on his face, looked at the bloody tentacles that were slowly growing out of his torn clothes, and shook his head helplessly.

"Looks like I have to give you a nickname. Tentacle Monster is pretty good."