My world double door

Time gradually came to the early morning, and the valley was quiet.

But in Li Yang's sea of ​​consciousness, the power of the martial soul was surging.

The Dharma of the sword beast, the Dharma of the escape beast, the Dharma of the shadow wind wing beast, and the Dharma of the black tortoise beast.

The core true meaning of various martial arts, the Wuji magic, the Xuantian martial arts... the Dharma condensed from the soul martial arts of many soul warriors' skills turned into light spots.

These light spots revolved around the Wuji Dharma as the core.

A powerful Wuji Dao rhyme rose from it, which could contain everything and condense everything.

Under the guidance and fusion of this Dao rhyme, the charm of many Dharmas merged with each other bit by bit, and finally a terrible Dharma condensed out, its merit was Wuji, and it seemed to have infinite mysterious power.

A tall and majestic figure containing the Wuji true meaning appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"This is not as simple as the Wuji phase, the secret skill of the earth-level ultimate soul warrior in the [Wuji Kungfu]. I'm afraid its power is not inferior to the ultimate martial arts of the heavenly grade."

Li Yang felt his special Wuji phase and could clearly feel that it was different from the secret Wuji phase hidden in [Wuji].

His Wuji phase was born from the Wuji phase, but it surpassed the Wuji phase and became his own thing. With the true meaning of Wuji as the core, he walked out of his own path and cultivated his own Wuji phase!

"In this way, my path in this world has finally taken shape."

Li Yang felt the power in his body, the Wuji phase, the Wuji divine power, and the unparalleled flesh, and his face was full of smiles.

At this time, he was the complete self who took the path of this world to the limit!

"With the blessing of the Wuji Dharma, my combat power can be increased by at least ten times. This is a power that is completely comparable to the Wuji divine power, even the invincible physical body is a little worse."

Li Yang opened his eyes and felt the surging power contained in the Dharma in the sea of ​​consciousness. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He turned his head to look at the world around him. The tranquility in the valley made him smile happily.

The surroundings were as quiet as the vacuum in the depths of the universe, and there was no sound to disturb the peace. When the first ray of light was like the fingertips of an angel, gently and carefully penetrating the heavy curtain of the night, the valley seemed to be cast with magic and began to slowly wake up from the abyss of sleep, just like a sleeping beauty awakened by a melodious morning song, with hazy poetry and endless tenderness.

At the first light of dawn, the eastern sky was as white as a fish belly. The faint light, which was almost imperceptible, seemed to be timid, slowly spreading inch by inch, like a skilled painter, using the most delicate brushstrokes to outline the vague and mysterious outlines of the peaks surrounding the valley. The peaks were like a group of silent giants, half-hidden in the curling morning mist, as if guarding the unspeakable secrets in the valley. As the light gradually increased, the sky seemed to be ignited and quickly dyed a light orange-red. The clouds were like exquisite gauze, floating lightly and freely in the air, covering the valley with a layer of dreamy, gorgeous and dazzling colorful clothes, making people intoxicated in this beautiful visual feast.

At this time, the valley was still filled with thick morning mist like milk, like the gentle breath exhaled by the earth in its sleep, and like a flowing, translucent mysterious curtain, gently and tightly enveloping the entire valley. The mist was heavy, like a magic eraser, cleverly blurring the clear outlines of trees, rocks and streams. Everything became hazy and poetic, like a freehand ink painting by a master, slowly unfolding on the huge canvas of the morning, with each stroke containing endless charm and reverie. The sun struggled to penetrate the layers of cotton candy-like mist, sprinkling wisps of golden light, as magical and beautiful as flowers scattered by a fairy, forming bright and dazzling light paths in the mist, in which dust danced and flickered happily, like a dream, as if performing a silent and gorgeous dance of light and shadow.

The stream in the valley slowly woke up in the morning mist and glimmer, like an awakened elf, and immediately began its never-ending chanting. The clear stream is like a lively child, gurgling, bypassing stones of various shapes and scattered in an orderly manner, passing through dense and lush grass, and shining like a jumping silver fish in the morning light. Its sound is crisp and pleasant, as if playing a cheerful and exciting morning song, intertwined with the occasional bird calls in the valley, together composing a harmonious, beautiful and touching natural harmony. The gurgling sound of the water is particularly clear and loud in the quiet morning. It is the pulse of the valley, beating the rhythm of life vigorously, injecting a lively and vibrant atmosphere into this quiet world, making people feel the infinite vitality and charm of nature.

The grass by the stream is full of crystal clear dewdrops, like strings of fine crystal beads. Each dewdrop is like a microscopic and wonderful world. They roll and gather happily on the grass leaves, reflecting the colorful light of the morning light and flashing a dreamlike brilliance. When the breeze blows gently like a gentle mother's hand, the grass leaves sway gracefully, and dewdrops fall and drip into the stream, splashing tiny and lovely water droplets, making subtle dripping sounds, as if whispering to the stream, sharing the beautiful secret of this morning, and as if telling each other their hearts, conveying their thoughts and concerns for each other.

The birds are undoubtedly the most outstanding singers in the morning in the valley. As the sky gradually brightens, they fly up from the branches where they are perched, shake off the morning dew, and can't wait to start singing. First, there are a few shy tentative calls, and then they sing one after another like a surging tide. Some birds sing melodiously, like weeping and complaining, as if they are telling an ancient and mysterious legend, and every note is full of affection and longing; some birds sing short and crisp, as if they are sending a cheerful and joyful greeting, conveying the expectation and longing for a new day; and some birds sing in groups, their songs interweaving and blending together to form a grand and wonderful piece of music, which seems to be praising the magic and greatness of nature, and the tranquility and peace of the valley. Birds fly freely among the trees, their figures flashing swiftly among the branches and leaves, some concentrating on foraging, some playing and playing, adding infinite vitality and vigor to the quiet valley, making people feel as if they are in a fairy tale world full of joy and harmony.

The trees in the valley sway gently in the morning breeze, as if they are doing a grand morning exercise. The tall and straight pine and cypress trees stretch out their dense branches and leaves, as if paying high tribute to the sky; and those low bushes are clustered under the trees, their leaves are particularly fresh and green under the moisture of the morning dew, as if they have just been washed by water. The woods are filled with the fresh and pleasant pine scent and the unique fragrance of plants and trees. This is the unique perfume of nature. It is mixed with the moisture of the soil, the sweet fragrance of flowers and the coolness of the morning mist. It permeates every corner of the valley, making people feel relaxed and happy, as if their hearts are cleansed by this pure breath, becoming clear and peaceful. The breeze blows through the woods, making a rustling sound, as if the trees are whispering in the morning breeze, sharing each other's dreams and thoughts, and as if they are beating the rhythm for the birds' songs, performing a wonderful musical feast together.

In the depths of the valley, there are occasionally a few roars of animals, which are the unique morning calls of wild animals in the valley. Maybe it is the call of an agile fox foraging in the grass, or the soft neigh of a deer that has just woken up and is walking in the woods. They follow the laws of nature in this quiet land and start a new day. Although these roars broke the silence for a moment, they did not destroy the peace and harmony of the valley. Instead, they made people feel more deeply the primitiveness and wildness of the valley. It is a complete and mysterious ecosystem, in which every life plays a unique and indispensable role, and together maintains the delicate balance and harmonious coexistence of this land.

As the sun gradually rises, the morning mist begins to slowly dissipate, like a shy dancer, dancing lightly under the hot gaze of the sun, with reluctance and attachment, and gradually retreating from the stage. The scenery in the valley also becomes clearer and clearer, the outlines of the peaks become clearer, as majestic as if they were cut by a knife and an axe; the branches and leaves of the trees are more emerald, as if shining with the brilliance of life in the sun; the waves of the stream are more dazzling, like countless diamonds jumping and flashing on the water. However, although the sun has spread all over the valley, the tranquility and peace still follow like a shadow, permeating the air, as if time has deliberately slowed down here, making people involuntarily immersed in this wonderful morning time, forgetting the hustle and bustle of the world, and the soul has been deeply baptized and purified.

"It is worthy of being the back mountain of Wuji Sect. I am afraid that there are many top martial arts formations hidden below that are beneficial to practice and the soul."

Li Yang felt the beneficial effect of the valley on the soul, and couldn't help but sigh at the convenience and benefits of being in a large sect. Then he had an idea in his heart - could he learn some knowledge of martial arts formations?

"The martial arts formations in this world are different from the immortal formations, and it is indeed necessary to learn."

Li Yang's heart moved slightly, thought about it, and decided to learn, so he stepped into the Sutra Pavilion.

As the Sutra Pavilion of Wuji Sect, it is naturally all-encompassing. In addition to martial arts techniques, there is naturally no shortage of martial arts formation knowledge.

Entering the Sutra Library, the tall bookshelves are like giants standing in a forest, extending from the ground to the ceiling, filled with densely packed books and scrolls. The covers of these scrolls are made of different materials, some are simple animal skins, engraved with traces of time; some are delicate silk, which still exudes a soft luster despite the vicissitudes of life; and some are special papers with tough textures, as if telling the preciousness and importance of the knowledge they carry. Each scroll is surrounded by a layer of faint aura, which is either deep blue, or fresh green, or bright golden, as if indicating the type of practice and the difficulty of cultivation.

Li Yang's eyes quickly shuttled between the bookshelves, and soon locked onto the area where the martial arts formation books were stored.

Compared with other places, this area seems more mysterious and quiet, and there is a faint energy fluctuation around it, as if warning the visitors to be in awe. He approached cautiously, and saw that the martial arts formation books on the bookshelf were carefully classified and arranged according to the level, type and school of the formation.

On the top shelf are some ancient and incomplete fragments of formations. Although these fragments seem to be dilapidated, the rune patterns on each page exude a deep and mysterious atmosphere. They are precious records of the Wuji Sect's ancestors in the early days of exploring martial arts formations. They contain the most primitive and simple formation concepts, and have immeasurable value for a deep understanding of the origin and development of martial arts formations.

The middle bookshelf displays various primary and intermediate martial arts formation books. The covers of these books are painted with exquisite formation patterns. Some are defensive formations, and the patterns are like solid fortresses, giving people a sense of calm and security; some are offensive formations, and the patterns are like sharp blades, which are daunting; and some are auxiliary formations, and the patterns show the posture of smart wings or galloping horses, suggesting that they have a blessing effect on the speed and strength of practitioners. Next to each book is a small spiritual crystal. The light of the spiritual crystal echoes with the book, as if providing it with a constant supply of energy to ensure that the knowledge in the book is not eroded by time.

On the lower bookshelf are some advanced martial arts formation books and notes of formation masters of all generations. These books are rare, but each one is extremely heavy, as if carrying countless wisdom and hard work. Their cover materials are mostly precious spiritual objects, such as dragon skin and phoenix feathers. The runes engraved on them are even more complex and profound. Even a formation genius like Li Yang can only barely recognize one or two of them. The notes of the masters are written in special spiritual ink. The handwriting is either elegant or strong. Every stroke contains the masters' insights and breakthroughs in the process of studying the formation. For those who come later, it is like a beacon that illuminates the way forward.

Li Yang took a deep breath and started reading from the primary martial arts formation books. He gently picked up a book called "Detailed Explanation of Basic Formations" and slowly turned the pages. A faint scent of ink mixed with a weak fluctuation of spiritual power came to his face. The text in the book is concise and clear, but the knowledge of formations described is extremely rich. From the most basic method of drawing formation lines, to the guiding and gathering principles of formation energy, to the construction and application scenarios of different types of basic formations, there are detailed explanations and diagrams.

Li Yang's eyes were focused and fervent. He read word by word, not missing any details. When he encountered something he didn't understand, he would stop what he was doing, close his eyes, think carefully in his mind, and try to integrate the knowledge in the book with his daily understanding of formations. Sometimes, he would stretch out his fingers and gesture the formation lines described in the book in the air, feeling the subtle feeling of energy flowing through his fingertips. (End of this chapter)