Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

Carved beams and painted buildings, mural totems, and runes are like swimming dragons.

Coming to the underground palace again, Yang Fan felt quite emotional.

If you hadn't entered the Feihe Secret Realm from here, the heavens and earth in it are full of aura, and you've gone through countless battles with monsters, the scouring of aura tides, and the tempering of nine levels of checkpoints... Even if there are many special resources from the underworld, it will not be possible in such a short period of time. It is even more impossible for the combat power to match the current cultivation base after being promoted to the Golden Core Realm.

"The entire underground palace is a formation..."

Yang Fan murmured, recalling in his mind the description of Monk Hua not returning at night.

At this moment, the feeling is deeper, he can faintly feel that the entire space of the underground palace has a kind of dao accumulation that seems to exist.

It is different from the flow of vitality of the formation, but a kind of palpitation feeling that is indescribable, illusory, and directly hits the soul and soul.

Yang Fan has seen records in the ancient books of the underworld that, on top of the ordinary formations and restrictions, there is also a kind of Dao pattern, which cannot be depicted by non-great supernatural beings.

The Dao pattern can be imprinted on nothingness, mountains, rivers and the earth without special materials to achieve the effect of formation and restriction.

Yang Fan didn't find any formation materials for the passage from the well above, the pool leading to the secret realm, or the small lake in the secret realm, and they were obviously related to the Dao pattern.

"Who built it..."

Yang Fan's fingertips touched the lifelike concave-convex textures on the murals, and he walked slowly. The ancient desolate atmosphere came to his face, and the pictures came into his mind as if he was there.

Gold and iron clashing, Huang Zhong Da Lu, wild beasts roaring, all in chaos and disorder.

"My cultivation is still not enough."

In front of the bronze coffin, Yang Fan tried to use the exercises to infuse vitality into it, but he still remained motionless without any reaction.

Then he went to the statue of scribes, one of the eighteen statues facing the bronze coffin, and moved according to the method Ye Bugui said.

"Om~"

As soon as the vitality was poured into it, a faint golden light glowed all over the statue, which became more and more intense, and began to tremble slightly. The scribe's eyes gradually showed a lively vitality, as if he was about to come alive.

Yang Fan hurriedly stopped, and secretly said: "Sure enough, there are restrictions on cultivation."

At the beginning, many attempts with great effort and strength did not have any effect, but now such phenomena appear after a little stimulation of vitality.

Connecting all the clues together, Yang Fan became more and more convinced that these statues were guarding the eighteen ancestral star passages.

Although he can open it now, he dare not move rashly.

If it is really a channel connecting other life stars, who knows if there will be 'foreign races' coming over after it is opened?

The strength of the Blue Star Immortal Cultivation Realm is still too weak.

"At least we have to break through the other four major secret realms, and we should be able to get more clues."

After carefully observing and studying the eighteen statues for a while, Yang Fan left the underground palace from the anode pool and returned to the small lake.

three days later.

The islands and waters around Leiming Island in the South China Sea are full of human figures and boats, extending from the periphery of the fairyland to Wan'an City, Haizhou, without end.

In addition to the army of monks from the official and ten-party forces, there are also monks and ordinary people from all over the world who come here to watch.

Since the [-]th century, looking at various fields, there is no event that can have such a grand scene and gather so many people.

Because today is the day when the secret realm is opened.

Immortal cultivation, this is enough to make anyone in modern society excited and excited.

Although there are many people, it does not appear to be a riot.

Haikou in Wan'an City, the giant ship in the sea, and the patrol fleet all have heavily armed sergeants from Daxia to maintain order.

And within a kilometer from the secret realm, there are monks from five clans and four clans, with banners fluttering in order.

"Shen Daoyou, I wonder when Yang Daoyou will arrive?"

On the giant ship at the front, the leaders of all parties gathered on the deck, looking at the secret place a hundred meters ahead.

"It should be soon." Shen Xintong didn't know the exact time, so she only made an appointment with Yang Fan for today.

During this time, all parties are preparing for the opening of the secret realm, selecting monks who enter the secret realm for the first time, discussing various rules and systems, and so on.

Except for the construction of the sea port and the protection base on the island, which is in progress, everything else is ready.

"Here we come! Is that fellow Daoist Yang?"

An old man suddenly made a sound, raised his finger forward with sharp eyes, and saw a figure breaking through the fog and standing in the air, with white clothes fluttering like a fairy in the dust.

"That's right, it's Fellow Daoist Yang!"

Rao even the old monks who had entered the secret realm were excited, and their hearts were filled with excitement, finally waiting for the moment destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

"That's Senior Yang Fan?"

"It's so powerful! Senior Yang should have completed the Foundation Establishment, right?"

"So handsome, prettier than the photo, really looks like a fairy!"

"When will I have the cultivation base of Senior Yang?"

"..."

All eyes focused on the figure that was as rich as jade and fluttering like a fairy, and they began to discuss in low voices.

Standing high in the sky, Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness swept out, his heart moved slightly, and he immediately felt the aura fluctuations of the twelve golden elixir stages, scattered everywhere in the crowd.

Without much pause, he twisted his body and landed on a huge ship in the center of the front.

"Fellow Daoist Yang!" Everyone clasped their hands together, all smiling.

Yang Fan returned the salute, and nodded to the sweetly smiling Chen Xintong, and then scanned the faces, all the old people who had passed through the secret realm were there.

Kunlun Mountain Xuantian Dao Hai Qingtian took a step, raised his hand and said to a middle-aged man with a square face next to him, "This is the director of the Cultivation Alliance, Xia Zhanhong."

Xia Zhanhong's face was upright, majestic and restrained, he had the eighth level of Qi training, and said with a smile: "Yang Daoyou, it's better to see once than to hear a hundred times. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Hello." Yang Fan smiled and reached out to shake his hand, knowing that this should be the official representative.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Yang Fan asked, "Are you all ready?"

"I'm ready, just wait for Fellow Daoist." The crowd responded one after another.

"Okay." Yang Fan waved his sleeves, and a blueprint unfolded in mid-air. This is the rough outline map drawn by him flying around the secret realm in the past few days.

"From the small lake to the end of the secret place, it is 200 million meters long in length. The small lake is 5000 meters ahead, and 70 meters wide to the left and right..."

People from all sides have entered, and the sect families that have not come out have also learned the corresponding information from other forces, so the description of Yang Fan can form an outline in their minds.

"A total of 60 meters from one end to the other is managed by the Yin Yang Sect. The left side of the middle half belongs to the Cultivation Alliance, and the right side belongs to the Five Sects and Four Clans..."

"I have already coordinated with the monsters in the secret territory, and those above the seventh floor of the foundation will be divided from the area of ​​​​the Yin Yang sect for them to live in."

"If you have any objections, you can raise them now. After the secret realm is opened, I don't want any more disputes over this issue."

"It's all up to Fellow Daoist Yang to decide." A group of old men responded with a smile.

Shen Xintong had heard about this division before at the Dongyang County Discussion Conference, and she was not dissatisfied in the slightest. Instead, she felt that on the basis of the Kyoto Conference, the Yin Yang sect gave up some of its benefits.

"A reminder, enter the secret realm and restrain the disciples of each family. Don't try to catch fish. Don't blindly pick young herbs that haven't matured yet, and don't overhunt monsters."

Hai Qingshan: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Yang, the rules and regulations in the secret realm have been well discussed and communicated, so there will be no mess."

"Okay, get ready, the first batch of monks will enter the secret realm!"

Half an hour later, Yang Fan stood above the secret realm with a token in his hand, and continuously played out one after another.

The Feihe secret realm began to become clear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and layers of mist slowly dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the secret realm.

In the northeast direction, a group of excited young monks landed on the island in an orderly manner under the leadership of the old man who established the foundation. All of them have Qi training levels above seven levels.

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