Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Everyone present widened their eyes and stared at Fu Ling'er without blinking, afraid to miss any of her subtle expressions and movements.

At this moment, the air around was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound. They just stared at Fu Ling'er intently, carefully observing the changes in her expression.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon, a quarter of an hour had passed.

At this moment, Fu Ling'er, who was concentrating on taking the patient's pulse with bated breath, suddenly trembled slightly. Her dark eyebrows, like distant mountains, were tightly furrowed together, forming a deep wrinkle, as if she had discovered something shocking.

Everyone's mood fluctuated as her expression changed.

Fu Ling'er changed her hand and placed it on top, concentrating on feeling the subtle pulse from her wrist. If she hadn't been born with an extraordinary keen sense, she probably wouldn't have been able to detect this extremely weak, almost non-existent pulse.

Her brows furrowed again, and her qi and blood flowed extremely slowly. This was the pulse sign of the cold evil entering the body. As time passed, everything around her seemed to become quiet, with only the faint sound of her heartbeat echoing in her ears.

However, when she carefully checked, she suddenly felt a pulse as fast as the wind disrupt her thoughts. But in a flash, she regained her weakness and powerlessness, and it happened again not long after, and the cycle continued.

What a strange pulse, why is this?

Fu Ling'er took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm, but a trace of worry arose in her heart. Was such a strange pulse caused by injury?

Fu Ling'er withdrew her hand for a while, and without waiting for Xuanyuan Que to ask, she slowly said,

"The pulse of the ancestor is very strange. Sometimes it is like a violent storm, and sometimes it is weak and powerless. This cycle repeats over and over again. This may be the reason why the ancestor's health has not improved. As for why the pulse is like this? I still need divine power to enter the body to test the truth. Ancestor, do you have any objection?"

"Ling girl, just explore," the old ancestor smiled faintly and placed his hands generously on the table.

So, everyone's worries, which had been put at ease, were lifted up again.

I watched Fu Ling'er's hand touch the old ancestor's pulse again.

Fu Ling'er's divine power slowly entered the ancestor's meridians, and he closed his eyes, carefully feeling the scene he 'saw' after the divine power entered the meridians.

The already extremely fragile meridians were covered with dense, crisscrossing cracks! These cracks were like huge and precise spider webs, tightly wrapping the entire meridian. Each crack seemed so deep, as if it was torn apart by an invisible force, which was shocking. Looking closely, you can find that these cracks are still spreading, and it seems that they will completely collapse at any time, making these fragile meridians completely useless.

The divine power moved forward and entered the chest cavity, but everything in front of her shocked Fu Ling'er. She saw that the internal organs in the chest cavity had long lost their vitality and vigor, and became as lifeless as dry tree stumps.

The surface of those organs was covered with deep and shallow, crisscrossing grooves, like an ancient city wall eroded by time. And in this desolate area, there were countless tiny holes dotted in between, so dense that it made people feel terrified.

Looking at the shrunken heart again, it was beating feebly, like an old cow in its twilight years, struggling to maintain its last breath of life. The weak heartbeat seemed to come from a faraway place and could disappear at any time. What was even more shocking was that there was a big hole missing at the bottom of the heart. Through the hole, one could clearly see the empty scene inside, without a trace of blood flowing.

Continuing to explore downwards, the divine power finally reached the Dantian. Fu Ling'er couldn't help but widen her eyes, and was once again shocked by the scene before her and speechless.

She saw that the ancestor's Dantian, which should have been filled with vigorous vitality, was now barren and dead. It was as if it had been mercilessly burned by the scorching sun. The entire Dantian was cracked, forming countless crisscrossing gullies of varying depths. These gullies seemed to be deep traces left by the years, witnessing the past glory and vicissitudes.

Some gullies are wide and deep, like canyons, while others are narrow and long, like tiny cracks. They are distributed in this dry Dantian in an irregular manner, making people sigh at the impermanence and fragility of life.

What shocked Fu Ling'er even more was that there was a layer of black substance attached to the dried-up Dantian. Some places were dark, some places were light, and it was mottled all over the Dantian.

What is this? Fu Ling'er "looked" at the black substance and intuitively felt that the black substance was the root cause of the ancestor's body being unable to be cured.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling'er quickly controlled her divine power and moved closer to the darker area.

However, the moment the divine power approached, the black substance, like a disturbed monster, opened its huge mouth like the abyss and wrapped around Fu Ling'er's divine power.

In just a few seconds, the divine power was completely devoured. The black substance seemed to be still unsatisfied. It tumbled twice and then attached itself to the dantian again, returning to deathly silence.

O-M-G, what the hell is going on? A living thing?

Fu Ling'er, who always remained calm even when faced with a mountain collapsing in front of her, was frightened by this strange thing. What on earth was that? She had seen a lot, but she had never seen anyone with such a situation in their Dantian? Moreover, she didn't remember any monster that looked like black quicksand.

Fu Ling'er couldn't help but ask Feifei, but Feifei didn't say anything for a long time, because she had just "seen" the black substance. Suddenly, a white light flashed in her mind, as if something passed through her mind.

The distant memory began to slowly replay in my mind like a rewind. Suddenly, the picture gradually became clear. It was a vast battlefield filled with smoke.

On this tragic battlefield, gods and demons from all sides gathered together, and they each displayed jaw-dropping magical powers. Some gods were burning with blazing flames, and everything they passed through turned into scorched earth. Some gods wielded lightning swords in their hands, and every swing was accompanied by earth-shaking thunder and lightning.

Suddenly, a tall figure in purple was seen fighting fiercely with someone. In the chaos, a man in white not far away suddenly threw something at the back of the man in purple.

The thing shot into the purple-clothed man's back like a flash of lightning. Then the purple-clothed man's back was injured, and a stream of black blood immediately spurted out of the wound. But in the blink of an eye, the black blood quickly shrank back into the wound as if it had life, and the wound no longer bleeds, and even the wound only leaves a scar.