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Transforming into a mortal was an extremely mysterious and mysterious state. No one could tell what exactly happened in this state, and only very few people had heard of it. This was because Transcending Mortality was a state that could be said to be rarely encountered in ten thousand years.

If not for the fact that Qin Yi had once entered the state of Transcending Mortality, the fisherman might not have been able to recognize that this was the state of Transcending Mortality.

Transforming into a mortal was an extremely rare state. Once you embarked on the road of cultivation, regardless of how high or low your realm was, you would still be a profound practitioner. Compared to mortals, you were basically two different concepts.

On the other hand, Profound Practitioners wanted to fight against the sky, compete with the earth, seize the fortune of the heaven and earth, and reverse the yin and yang of all things. Thus, basically speaking, Profound Practitioners had a hostile relationship with the heaven and earth.

However, mortals were complementary to the heaven and earth. Not only could they not shake the foundation of the world, they could also increase the spiritual energy of the world. Thus, for a cultivator at the Transcending Mortality Stage, it is as if you step into the world, and become one with the world.

With the help of the heaven and earth, you will be able to comprehend what you want to comprehend. But at that time, all of the heavenly laws will be used by you alone, so the amount you can comprehend will depend on your own talent.

"Qin Yi has already stayed in the Transcending Mortality Stage for a total of eighteen hours, and the Mysterious Sect only stayed in the Transcending Mortality Stage for a mere six hours. After he came out of the Transcending Mortality Stage, he did not experience any peace at all, and his strength also began to rise substantially at that time."

"I wonder how this child will progress after he reaches the Transcending Mortality Stage."

At this moment, Qin Rufeng suddenly opened his eyes. Two rays of light shot out from the deep twin models in an instant.

The Nine Divine Palace Sword in his hand also shook the dust off his body in an instant, revealing a originally cold and majestic face.

"Qin Thirteen, second form, [Thorn Stab]. Appear!"

With an explosive shout, the sword in his hand was instantly thrust forward. If someone were to stand in front of Qin Rufeng, they would see countless cold lights surrounding them, constantly surging towards them.

"Thrust! Small success!"

In fact, in less than a quarter of an hour after Qin Rufeng entered the Transcendent Mortal state, he had already grasped the essence of the spike. The reason he had stayed here for so long was because he had seen a painting in that state.

In the painting, there was a bustling palace with amber wine, jasper sprouts, golden wine bottles, and jade plates. The wine was as fragrant as spring water, and the zither and bells were ringing in the air.

The four corners of the hall were decorated with bright flowers that looked like they had just bloomed. The calyx was pure white and the bone porcelain like flowers had a translucent luster.

The floor of the palace was paved with fine white stone tiles. The floor was covered with a warm glow. It seemed like there was a hazy mist shrouding the palace.

The red wood was carved with flying horns and eaves. The Kun Peng held its head high and puffed its chest out. It spread its wings as if it wanted to fly. The white jade window was also carved with a wall made from jade.

In the northwest corner of the wall, there was a light purple tea table. Bright sunlight shone through the carrot window, scattering on the green zither that was propped up.

The pink windows seemed to bring in some petals along with the breeze, lightly brushing against the emerald strings. Cigarettes rose up from the pure copper incense burner, wrapped in a thin gauze curtain and filling the entire room.

In the large hall, there were two men and two women.

The man had a head of shoulder-length, dark-red hair that was untied and unbound behind him. It was as smooth as fine silk.

Under her feminine eyebrows was a pair of captivating dark blue eyes. The corners of her eyes slightly raised, adding to her seductive charm. Her perfect lips lightly pursed together, faintly smiling, yet with a different kind of charm.

Her skin was whiter than snow, and it seemed to be slightly emitting a silvery white light.

She had a tall and pretty nose, lips as thin as a bowl. Her sword-like eyebrows were slanted into the strands of black hair on her temples. Her resolute side face was perfectly contoured.

The moment he saw it, his calm, graceful, and upright posture seemed to contain the laws of the world, as if he was hinting at the most mysterious emotion in the world.

As for the woman beside this man, she was dressed in white. Her skin was snow-white, her pupils were black as ebony, her nose was tall and heroic, and her red lips were alluring.

Her beauty was like that of a goddess from the heavens, meticulously carving out the water surface of an ethereal lotus.

Her bright eyes were glowing, and her jade-like skin seemed to be glowing. Between her two eyebrows, there was a subtle fragrance of poetry.

He held a small fan in his hand, which was embroidered with a vivid and lifelike orchid flower. There was a jade belt dancing on his slender waist, which was probably a heavenly beauty that had descended from the heavens.

The slight smile on the corner of her mouth further accentuated her devastatingly beautiful appearance. A cute and moving temperament, it appeared refined and refined, and its appearance was incomparably beautiful.

If he didn't have to describe that woman, Qin Rufeng would think of an ancient saying from the Goddess of Luo, which was: Flirting like a beautiful woman, graceful like a swimming dragon, glorious like an incandescent chrysanthemum, lush like a lush spring pine, as light as a cloud covering the moon, drifting like a snowflake. In the distance, the bright sun rises like the morning clouds, forcing people to observe, burning like a lotus out of the sea.

The other woman was dressed in a light robe and a misty lotus petticoat. She wore a pink-colored silk dress embroidered with osmanthus flowers and a pale pink gauze covering her breasts.

On the front of her dress, there were a few strands of beautiful lace on the front. On the hem of her skirt, there was a thin layer of silk that looked like a mist, and her waist was tied with a golden dragon belt.

The girl in the painting seemed to be still gasping for breath, like a faint orchid fragrance. There was a golden jade pendant quietly lying on her neck, giving her an elegant air.

A pair of silver dragon-butterfly-like earrings were hanging by his ears. He used a jade gold hairpin to pin his black hair into a beautiful lotus flower leaf shape. He also pasted another Jade Magnolia flower on top, appearing extremely fresh and elegant.

Dede's eyebrows were like stars, her cherry lips were like cinnabar, and her whole body was exuding the sweet fragrance of orchids. She was delicate and pretty, yet she did not lose her natural charm.

His entire body was emitting a noble aura, as if he was a fairy that stepped into the mortal world.