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As for Song Xuan, he found a cave nearby and took out a painting scroll to examine the woman in the painting carefully. He rubbed his eyes, and just as he saw the girl's cherry red lips, he suddenly became absent-minded. In the darkness, he also saw the pair of eyes. He was momentarily moved by her grief.

Even though he had never experienced what it meant to be sad before. But he felt it and reached out, gently, to touch it. He could comfort her, he thought.

But when he felt the cold touch, the spring water in her eyes suddenly boiled, boiling, spinning, turning crimson, and at last he saw a bright red flame burning, like the desperate roar of a wild beast after it had gone mad, and it had an instinctive thirst for blood.

Instinctively, he sensed danger, but before he could react, death was closing in on him.

His three souls and six souls seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. They flew out from his seven orifices and were instantly swallowed up by darkness.

After losing his soul, the mortal body had no more support, no perception, no resistance. All that was left was a mass of darkness, as if his life had ended just like that.

However, that powerful suction force was like a vampire that had lost all sense of reason. Even though she knew that there was no more blood, she still desperately sucked it in. Her desire was too strong to be filled.

Finally, the chaos within his body exploded.

Like a dark night, a bolt of lightning streaked across the horizon, leaving a scar in the darkness. Hidden in the darkness, the door of the space was opened. It was so vast and grand that it was as if the infinite universe could contain the life and death of any interstellar existence. That strong suction force was like a knife that cut open the door to the universe. After that, it could only tremble like an ant facing its unimaginable greatness.

Want to run? It was too late. Because the universe that had just been opened was a vacuum! She was sucked backwards by this powerful vacuum, just like before a volcanic eruption. The fire in her eyes burned brighter and brighter, finally erupting at that moment. The fiery red lava boiled and shot towards the universe.

The flames flickered, the beauty of destruction. When another strong gust of wind blew over, the last flame was like a dark red soaring mountain, resolutely flying towards his body. The fire had finally burned out. The spring water rippled once again in his eyes. He seemed to be both angry and happy. Then, in an instant, the flowing water, the ripples and the waves of light all disappeared without a trace. Everything was quiet.

However, with his head as the center, Song Xuan's body suddenly twisted faster and faster until it finally turned into a shuttle shaped black mist, which was sucked into the woman's mouth from the beginning.

When Song Xuan opened his eyes again, he was standing in the dark, in the mirror above his head, and the world was so clear, and he saw that when he was a child, in the woods of the Tian Du Mountains, on the apple tree in the woods, there were big red apples growing up, and he looked up and saw that a red apple had fallen from the tree, and he opened his hand in delight to catch it, and he suddenly longed for the freshness of the fruit, but the apple that had fallen on the mirror suddenly bounced back away from him, and in the instant that the apple bounced back, he was seized by the throat, and realized that he could not breathe, that he was about to break the mirror.

While he was panting, a giant green snake suddenly hung down from the sky and bit down on his throat. The snake's body was very long, so one couldn't even see its tail at all, and immediately after, two, three, many snakes swam in from all directions and bit into his veins. With his blood, the snake poison entered his body, and his entire body became cold, and his mind gradually became confused. He let out a loud roar, and under his strong desire to survive, he suddenly turned into an incomparably large spirit serpent. His eyes flashed with a furious light, and he wanted to devour everything.

The snakes on his body seemed to have become the conduit between his body and the outside world. They were the tools to absorb nutrition, the water, the air, the sunlight. He wanted everything. He wanted everything! He was born with anger hidden in his heart. What did the world owe him? Who owed him anything? He had to pay them back! He let out a long hiss, and the fading mirror appeared before him once more. Countless snakes slithered up his body, rushing to jump out of the world above the mirror.

Give it all to me! He let out a bellow of rage as tens of thousands of snakes spun around him, creating tornados. Within the tornados, he stood proudly in the world, like a deity who had taken everything he wanted! When his consciousness was about to collapse, the mysterious space in his mind started to activate once again.

In an instant, all of his spiritual energy was completely absorbed by that space. He suddenly became clear-headed and returned to his human form. However, that hunger and thirst only grew stronger and stronger. The world in his eyes was suddenly different. It was as if he was immersed in the sea, surrounded by transparent water, no, not water, but a cold substance that seemed to flow like water, shimmering with yellow light. Far above his head was what seemed like the surface of the water, where the light flowed like another sunny world, and below was a deep, bottomless blue. The reason he felt suffocated was because there was no air here, and the remaining air in his lungs was becoming less and less. His heart was collapsing into a ball, and he quickly opened his mouth, but was swallowed by the dark yellow substance.

He took it out and took it out. It turned out that the red bead he dug out from the head of the Golden Phoenix Nan was no longer a solid object, but a fiery red mass. It wiggled in his palm, burning hot, as if it was alive.

At this time, his heart had already turned cold and he was on the verge of losing consciousness. Without much time to think, he placed the red pearl under his tongue and warmed it. But that red pearl seemed to have a mind of its own, as it went down his throat and entered his body.

In an instant, a hot stream of air rose from his stomach. Song Xuan's expression turned ugly as he trembled in fear. He lay on the ground, trying his best to spit out the red pearl in his stomach. However, how could he spit it out after a long time?

He suddenly felt a burning pain in his stomach. The burning sensation grew stronger and stronger, and soon it spread all over his body. He felt as if his body was being roasted in a furnace, and he couldn't help but moan loudly. His face was flushed red, his muscles twitched, and he was sweating profusely. After shouting out loud, he rolled back and forth on the ground.

After a while, his body also turned a fiery red, like a cooked prawn. One could almost smell the charred smell of his clothes and flesh. His hands clawed wildly, tearing his clothes to shreds.

"Am I going to die? Am I going to die? " His mind was also in a mess. Suddenly, a wisp of thin, cool air gushed out of his dantian, dispersing into his limbs and bones.

Although there was very little coolness, it was like a sweet spring dew to him. His mind suddenly cleared up, and he felt the cool air trying hard to disperse throughout his body. However, his whole body was like a volcano, and this cool air was only a few cups of cold water.

Song Xuan struggled to sit cross-legged and tried to draw in the cool and refreshing true qi within his dantian. Thanks to his hard work, the true qi grew larger and larger, slowly spreading to his limbs and bones …

He didn't know how much time had passed before the burning sensation in his body gradually dissipated, and a refreshing and comfortable feeling spread throughout his body. Just as he was feeling happy, he suddenly felt a loud bang inside his body, like a bomb had exploded. Countless sounds of thunder exploded in his body, surging with immense power. A huge pain struck him, and Song Xuan cried out before fainting.

When he woke up, he felt his entire body become ethereal, streams of true essence also flowed within his body like a river, and the true essence within his dantian seemed to condense into a ball …

He quickly sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes. At this time, he felt that there were two pearls in his dantian, one red and one purple taiji diagram that were revolving around each other. Endless amounts of true essence was revolving around the pearls.

Ah, what are these two pearls? Could it be … Inner core?! " He couldn't help but feel happy. From the looks of it, he had already cultivated to the Psionic Mortal Realm … Heavens, he actually reached the Spirit Calamity realm in an instant. This was simply unbelievable. One must know that he had only reached the fusion stage after all these years of cultivation.

Song Xuan could not help but dance with joy. Soon after, he realized that he was almost naked and hurriedly took out some clothes from his bag. "Yes, I think I should first consolidate my cultivation base." Thinking of this, he started to cultivate. Some people were like this, addicted to alcohol and cigarettes. Song Xuan was addicted to cultivation, so he could enter a meditative state anytime and anywhere to cultivate. It elaborated on every stage of a cultivator's cultivation in great detail. What they needed to pay attention to, how to cultivate it, what level they could reach at this stage, as well as the methods to cultivate various types of cultivation techniques …

"So he can cultivate all kinds of spells after reaching the Spirit Destruction realm. This is great." Song Xuan excitedly followed the instructions in the Zenith Province's manual and started cultivating.

Illusion Techniques were techniques that cultivators used to create illusions in their enemies, and they could also be used to quickly disappear through the use of illusion techniques. Illusions were divided into many different types. The highest level of illusion techniques were the Transformation Techniques, which could be randomly changed into anything in the world. However, one had to be at least at the Divine level to be able to use the Transformation Techniques.

A talisman was a type of magic treasure used by cultivators to overcome their enemies. It was to first imprint some true essence onto the object in a specific form and trajectory, and when one used it, all one had to do was to use a little bit of true essence as a trigger. It could be made, stored for a long time, and was very convenient to use. Thus, it was deeply sought after by cultivators and was a good helper for cultivators to travel at home. The deeper the cultivation of the cultivator, the more powerful the runes he would create, and the more powerful the runes he would be able to use the jade block to create.

The art of concealment, as its name implied, was a technique that cultivators used to hide their true essence. However, this technique could only be used to deceive cultivators whose cultivation was lower than their own; it didn't have much effect on cultivators whose cultivation was higher than their own. However, if he had the help of a special magic treasure, it could also be considered a different story.