The Path to Becoming Immortal

This is a white world, with fierce gale raging and blowing snow all over the sky.

Cold! White! It is the main theme here, and the soul of the person who is blown directly seems to be frozen.

Compared with the cold pond that Ning Ping had entered, it is much colder.

Just when Ning Ping felt that his soul was about to be blown away, he was horrified and quickly retracted his outstretched foot.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed again and returned to Yuntian Mansion.

"Hu..." Ning Ping let out a long breath.

He stared at his feet with lingering fear, looking at them endlessly, but still couldn't see anything.

Such a scene once again refreshed Ning Ping's cognition of this immortal family formation.

He couldn't help but feel excited, and temporarily forgot the danger in it, and replaced it with a strong desire for knowledge.

Little did he know that it was this desire for knowledge that deeply affected Ning Ping's future development.

Ning Ping wanted to experience the snowy world just now, which was the most direct way to perceive the formation.

Unfortunately, his cultivation was too low now. If he stayed for a few more breaths, he would definitely not be able to come back.

"It's impossible that there are no flaws!" Without any investigation.

With Ning Ping as the center, the divine consciousness was fully expanded, exploring inch by inch.

Everything was normal, and there was no gain.

Everything was extremely real. As long as he didn't move, there would be no change here.

Of course, this was not what Ning Ping wanted.

So, one foot also carefully explored the surroundings.

Snow, desert, lava, forest, starry sky, ocean... changed one by one.

The transformed world was real, at least Ning Ping himself thought so.

Sometimes even in the same direction, the scene facing was completely different, just like the thousands of worlds opened here.

Just as Ning Ping was trying frantically, in a corner, the black-armored man who had been in the hall flashed away...

At a certain moment, at a certain point in the world switching, Ning Ping's consciousness finally found an opportunity.

In the gap between the two worlds, Ning Ping's soul squeezed in together.

This is a world of light, and countless lights constitute this strange space.

After a long time, Ning Ping woke up from his dumbfounded state. After careful observation, these lights were composed of countless light points.

There is no doubt that this is the location of the entire Yuntian Mansion's formation world.

From it, Ning Ping saw the location of the maze passage and noticed the awakening of the fairy puppet.

Seeing the courtyard, the pond, and the magnificent palace, there is no doubt that they are all made of light.

Everything here is part of the entire formation, and together constitutes the entire formation.

The entire formation world is moving slowly and regularly.

Unperturbed, unmoved, and driven forward by a certain force, it is running like this.

At this time, Ning Ping clearly sensed a strange breath.

It was like the power of the Yuan Shen, and it was like a soul. Yes, it was somewhat similar to the breath of Hu Lao.

However, it contained a faint and dim death.

"Hu Lao... did you feel this breath?" Finally, Ning Ping couldn't help asking.

"I sensed it. This is the will left after the death of a strong man. There is still a trace of the power of the soul."

After a while, Hu Lao said seriously.

"Will? The power of the soul?" Ning Ping's heart moved slightly when he heard the word soul again.

"That is what is produced after the transformation of the Yuan Ying. There is no need to worry about the name. Anyway, it is a legacy of a strong man, and it can't even be called a residual soul."

At this point, Hu Lao's voice also became a little lonely, probably because he associated it with himself.

"By the way, I have a favor to ask you. Get some black leaf lotus here, so that I can use it for the elixir I need in the future."

"Well! I will try my best!" Ning Ping also felt his low mood when he heard it.

Of course, Ning Ping also wanted to get this kind of spiritual medicine, but he could only say that he tried his best.

Then, in this remaining will, Ning Ping actually felt the emotions in it.

Helplessness, grief, loneliness...

No wonder, when he met the old Taoist before, he also sensed a trace of sadness and depression here.

This place is dead! This thought came to his mind again.

‘Could it be that the old Taoist is the master of Yuntian Mansion? ’

But as soon as this thought came up, it was immediately rejected by Ning Ping. The old Taoist should be just a member of Yuntian Mansion.

Putting aside these ideas, Ning Ping put all his attention on the formation.

He deduced madly and crazily, and at this time, Tianyan Gong was truly brought to the extreme.

In his mind, this formation slowly condensed.

But speaking of this, it can only be regarded as copying its appearance. As for the operating rules within it and how to construct it.

With Ning Ping's current cultivation, it is impossible to do that.

But remembering it firmly is just for future comprehension.

I don't know how long it took, but with careful observation, Ning Ping slowly grasped some of the superficial changes.

At a certain moment, his consciousness returned, and Ning Ping's eyes suddenly opened again. In his pupils, light was overflowing, as if a miniature world of formations was operating.

At this time, Ning Ping's mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his foot and stepped forward, but did not fall.

The sole of his foot was suspended an inch above the ground, no more and no less.

The space in front of him twisted slightly, but the courtyard remained the same.

At this time, Ning Ping's eyes lit up, and he was ecstatic. It seemed that his observations had worked.

So, Ning Ping was frantically deducing in his mind.

He followed a certain rhythm of pace and walked slowly along the deduced direction.

He walked across the small bridge and finally came to the edge of the deep pool.

"Huh..."

Ning Ping let out a long breath. The distance of several feet was like an extremely difficult battle.

Due to the formation, he could not use his energy to absorb the black leaf lotus.

After careful observation, he quickly leaned over and picked up a black leaf lotus.

When he stood up, the water suddenly became deep, and a glimmer of scales flashed.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis emerged in his heart.

In addition to being shocked, Ning Ping did not have time to take a closer look, so he put the black leaf lotus into the Tianyan space.

What was that just now? Ning Ping could not see it clearly with his eyesight, and the water in the pool was also very strange, and his consciousness could not penetrate it at all.

"Get some pond water in! This is a good thing emerging from the spirit vein."

At this time, Hu Lao's voice was heard again, and there was an unstoppable excitement in his tone.

After Hu Lao mentioned this, Ning Ping noticed that the spiritual energy in the pond was strong, which could be said to be no less than that of the spirit stone.

After noticing that the strange scale light he had just seen in the water was no longer there, Ning Ping reached out and inserted his hand into the pond.

Then it directly filled the Tianyan space, and the water in the pond that had already condensed.

After doing all this, Ning Ping looked at the deep pool again and saw that he still didn't notice anything strange.

He couldn't help but look at another black leaf lotus that was closer to him...