The speed of refining was ten times faster than that of the Three Flowers and Five Qis Returning to the Origin True Art. The surrounding thunder energy formed a vortex and continuously poured into Shi Jian's Dantian. It was then refined by Shi Jian, strengthening his Nascent Soul and tempering his body.

Shi Jian hadn't experienced such a sour and refreshing feeling for a long time.

Let the thunder continue to hit his body, and gradually, the golden light spell on Shi Jian's body slowly stopped protecting him, and Shi Jian continued to practice calmly.

It is rare to have such peaceful and quiet days like these.

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Three years passed as the seasons changed. Shi Jian on Leisheng Island obviously could not sense the change of time. To Shi Jian, there was no difference between these three years and three months. If there was any difference, it was that Shi Jian felt that his Nascent Soul had undergone tremendous changes after this period of training!
If we say that after achieving the middle stage of Nascent Soul, Shi Jian's Nascent Soul was roughly the same as his own, with not much difference in appearance, then at this moment, after three years of hard training, Shi Jian's Nascent Soul had acquired a special divine will.

It was as if his Nascent Soul had awakened a new spirit. Only Shi Jian could truly experience that extremely subtle feeling.

His Nascent Soul can already leave his physical body and have his own thoughts.

Of course, the Nascent Soul's thoughts are also controlled by the body's soul, but even so, this is a cultivation experience that Shi Jian has never had before.

"In the late Nascent Soul stage, one needs to condense the Yin Spirit. What is the Yin Spirit? It is just that the Nascent Soul is not strong enough yet, so it can only move at night like those ghosts in the underworld.

As for Yang Shen...

It means that the Nascent Soul can appear normally under the sun and can withstand the burning of the sun's fire."

Muttering to himself, Shi Jian looked through the description of further cultivation in the Nine Heavens Thunder Devouring Technique in his mind and came to his own understanding.

These sound easy, but it is not something that can be done overnight for a Nascent Soul to walk openly under the sun.

Later on, if one wants to achieve the state of incarnation as a god, the yang god will need to welcome the arrival of the sixty-nine heavenly tribulations, experience the baptism of the heavenly tribulations, and strengthen the soul once again.

but……

The sixty-nine heavenly tribulations are incomparable to the thirty-nine heavenly tribulations. There are so many cultivators in the world, but how many of them can reach the realm of transformation into a god?
“There’s still a long way to go!”

With a slow sigh, Shi Jian stood up. He had been sitting cross-legged for three years. The moment Shi Jian stood up, his bones kept making crisp and crackling sounds. Shi Jian was shocked and his breathing became steady. He looked around with a solemn expression on his brows.

"It's strange. Although I don't know how much time has passed, the Thunder Lord..."

Shi Jian remained silent. After all, Lord Lei Ting had said at the time that he was only passing on the legacy to himself. Although Shi Jian did not believe it, so much time had passed and the other party had never done anything to harm him.

With the effect of practicing the Nine Heavens Thunder Devouring Technique right here, Shi Jian couldn't help but begin to believe that what the Thunder Master said was true.

Maybe the other party really doesn't want his inheritance to be cut off.

Taking a deep breath, Shi Jian turned his gaze towards the sculpture. For some reason, Shi Jian felt that the sculpture was different from before. It had lost its charm and looked just ordinary.

"Senior Lei Ting, may I ask where you are?"

The voice echoed from the hall, and after a moment, the only response to Shi Jian was silence.

Shi Jian frowned, not knowing what was going on. Looking at the thunder that was beginning to weaken, Shi Jian took a deep breath and walked out of the hall.

Finally, when Shi Jian stepped out of the hall, there was a rumbling sound of thunder in the sky, and one thunder after another bombarded Shi Jian.

The present is different from the past. If it were the past, Shi Jian would still feel worried, but now, he only raised his head, and in an instant, the thunder fell into Shi Jian's palm, like the closest playmate. As the thunder penetrated into Shi Jian's body, Shi Jian continued to walk out of the hall. Finally, when Shi Jian stepped out of the hall, he breathed a sigh of relief.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This was the first time Shi Jian smiled in such a long time.

It can’t be said that I survived the disaster, but I did feel a little excited.

However, what Shi Jian didn't know was that the moment he left the hall, the protective talisman carved by Elder Zhixian three years ago on his chest began to radiate light. By the time Shi Jian noticed it, the talisman rose into the air and a ray of divine light fell down, instantly covering Shi Jian with the divine light.

Shi Jian, who had just smiled brightly, suddenly became flustered. Thunderbolts bombarded the divine light one after another, but they were like a stone sinking into the sea, not causing any waves at all...

"Just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's lair..."

Shi Jian's face was dark and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood. He didn't know what was going on, but given the current situation, he could only leave it to fate.

Maoshan.

In Lin Zu's bedroom, Lin Zu, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It looks like Shi Jian has left the formation. It's time for him to return to Maoshan!"

He slowly extended his right hand, and in an instant, the void shattered, forming a passage. Lin Zu extended his right hand into the passage, and in a flash, he arrived above Leisheng Island.

bump!
The void above Thunder Saint Island collapsed, and a giant hand covering the sky almost covered the entire sea of ​​thunder.

Shi Jian felt an indescribable breath rushing towards him, as if he saw the Seventh Ancestor from that year. He looked up and was extremely shocked.

How powerful is the hand that covers the sky?

Just what Shi Jian saw was boundless. He could only watch the giant hand fall, and then Thunder Saint Island was uprooted. The giant hand tightly grasped Thunder Saint Island and sank into the void, disappearing into the sea of ​​thunder along with Shi Jian.

The moment Lin Zu made his move, in a palace in the clouds in the Dali Kunlun Sect, a pale old man suddenly widened his eyes, stood up, and endless aura leaked out crazily!

"What does the Maoshan guy mean..."

After thinking for a long time, the old man originally wanted to continue investigating the situation, but after thinking about it, he decided not to meddle in other people's business.

This old man is the Kunlun Sect’s ancestor who is about to face the Five Decays of Ages. His secular name has long been forgotten by the years. Unlike Lin Zu, this old man is a cultivator who was born and raised in this world. He has been practicing till now, and tens of thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

However, his spiritual cultivation was still unable to stop the erosion of time. He could not make any further progress and could only be trapped and die in the spiritual realm.

"Hey!

It’s nothing, it’s just Thunder Saint Island, it’s dispensable. Since the man from Maoshan likes it, I’ll give it to him. I just hope that Maoshan won’t push it too far in the future and can help Kunlun…”

Shaking his head, the old man slowly sat cross-legged, lowered his eyes, and fell into silence.

At this moment in Maoshan, both the disciples and the elders were excited.

(End of this chapter)