The Ancient Vast Realm

Feeling the soul power that was almost overflowing in his body, Feng Xuan lowered his eyes and his face became a little complicated.

"Five years..."

Feng Xuan walked into the depths of the valley and couldn't help but touch his long black hair that had grown back and reached his waist.

Since he entered this secret realm of time, he has been practicing spiritual patterns, martial arts, formations and other knowledge every day, almost without a day of slacking off.

And what Feng Xuan has been waiting for is that his soul has reached the overflowing state.

However, what he didn't expect was that although he had felt that his soul had almost been able to crush people of the same level a long time ago, this overflowing feeling was only achieved slowly recently. It seemed that the more he reached the perfection of a realm, the slower the progress, even with the soul essence, a heaven-defying treasure that helped him to temper his soul all the time.

Feng Xuan walked into the depths of a dense green bamboo forest in the valley and sat down slowly under a stone table in front of a thatched cottage.

There was no such plant as green bamboo in this valley. It was planted by Feng Xuan himself that it bloomed all over the bamboo forest.

Originally, if it follows the normal growth law, this green bamboo naturally cannot grow so fast, but with Feng Xuan's constant perception of the artistic conception of wood and perfection of the wood sword domain, the surrounding plants naturally benefit a lot.

Picking up a teapot on the stone table, turning over an inverted bamboo tube, and pouring himself a cup of tea, Feng Xuan adjusted his thoughts, and then took out a three-finger-wide ancient book and slowly opened it to read.

Although the ancient book is not too thick, and the content written on each page is extremely limited, Feng Xuan reads very slowly, as if every word is worth his careful reading and observation.

Since embarking on the path of cultivation, Feng Xuan has rarely been able to read books so calmly. Every day, he either practices martial arts or polishes his cultivation, so that his understanding of the way of witch cultivation is almost still at the stage taught by the old witch.

If it were not for the existence of the bronze space, which constantly strengthened his soul, although he did not seriously and hard practice the way of witch, his realm of witch cultivation was not too far behind that of his peers.

In fact, if we only talk about the strength and purity of the soul, even the wizard geniuses in the holy land may not be better than Feng Xuan at this time, but if we talk about the cognition and perception of the wizard, Feng Xuan is not even worthy of carrying shoes for others.

Whether it is the use of spiritual patterns or pharmacological knowledge, the perception of formations or the means of refining, Feng Xuan knows that he is as crude as a layman, so it is no wonder that the eighth senior brother would say that about him, saying that he is simply a shame among wizards.

Until now, even the wizard method of the Soul-Shock Thorn, which was once used as a trump card, has long been forgotten by Feng Xuan in the corner of his heart. Facing his current enemy, the Soul-Shock Thorn, the original wizard method, not only has no effect, but may only have a counter-effect.

But Feng Xuan does not regret his decision. From the beginning, Feng Xuan knew that the practice of the wizard requires a lot of time and resources to accumulate, and at that time, he had no other support except the bronze space. Relying only on the resources of the Black Eagle Tribe, his progress in the wizard path would probably be extremely slow.

However, the facts finally proved that Feng Xuan's choice was right. Although he gave up the practice of witchcraft, he made rapid progress in the martial arts, and he was able to overcome all obstacles along the way.

Not only did he kill the three-headed black snake, the enemy of the tribe, in a short period of time, but he also protected him all the way. If it were not for his powerful martial arts, Feng Xuan would not have had all the opportunities he has today.

Taking a sip of homemade rough tea, Feng Xuan's eyes were still focused on the ancient book in his hand, but auras began to flow through his body.

Suddenly, Feng Xuan seemed to feel that his soul began to rise gradually, passing through layers of clouds and mist, and bathing under the vast mountains and rivers.

He felt the tenacity of the distant mountains, the warmth of the water, and the breath of the earth. His mind seemed to be integrated into this world. He turned into a mountain, a lake, every running beast and flying lark, and everything in this world.

Feng Xuan seemed to see the veins of the earth, the laws of heaven and earth, and tiny runes shuttling between heaven and earth, like the foundation of all things.

"Ka-"

After an unknown amount of time, a slight vibration came from the soul, like an invisible shackle quietly shattered, accompanied by silent fluctuations, Feng Xuan only felt that a stream of spiritual energy seemed to rush into his body like crazy, and the huge spiritual energy actually formed a spiritual tide, completely covering Feng Xuan.

Around the valley, countless grass and spiritual plants all bent down in the direction of Feng Xuan, as if they were worshiping something.

In Feng Xuan's body, a three-year-old spiritual baby silently felt all this. With the infusion of endless spiritual energy, the body of the little spiritual baby was actually growing continuously. In just a moment, it grew to the size of a ten-year-old child. However, although it only looked like a ten-year-old child, if other witches saw the solidity of its spiritual body, they would probably be stunned on the spot. That should not be the spiritual body strength that only witches at this level can have.

As the spirit infant turned into a young boy, it symbolized that this sudden breakthrough had finally come to an end.

The spirit tide between heaven and earth slowly faded away, and in the bamboo forest closest to Feng Xuan, a thin and tender ordinary green bamboo suddenly trembled slightly without wind, and it was like a living thing slowly stretching its branches and leaves, as if it had come alive.

"Hmm? You actually developed spirituality, what a lucky little guy"

Beside the stone table, Feng Xuan was still holding the ancient book and reading it, but the tea in the cup was already covered with a layer of light dust, as if telling that everything before was not an illusion.

Feng Xuan slowly put down the ancient book, turned his head slightly and looked at a place in the bamboo forest, feeling the spiritual light that was born in the bamboo forest, and couldn't help but laugh softly.

Suddenly, Feng Xuan looked at the book in his hand, and a wonderful idea suddenly appeared.

"Well, since you and I are destined to be together, then I will help you again so that you will not die prematurely due to some accidents"

Feng Xuan slowly walked into the bamboo forest and came to the green bamboo that had given birth to spirituality. Feeling the small light spot that became a little timid and exuded fear in his perception, he was suddenly a little speechless.

Feng Xuan raised his arm, and his index finger and middle finger were combined to make a sword finger, and a little spiritual light flashed at his fingertips.

Soon, as Feng Xuan chanted something and waved his fingers in the air, a complex inscription array condensed in the air. As Feng Xuan injected a large amount of spiritual power into it, the array suddenly flickered.

"Go!"

Feng Xuan shouted and pointed at the array. Suddenly, the array turned into a stream of light and flew directly into Cuizhu's body. Mysterious patterns with golden light began to appear on its body.