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In the early morning, a ray of sunlight suddenly scattered across the sky and earth. Endless splendor filled the world, giving everyone a feeling of vitality. For mortals, this may be the beginning of a day's hard work, but for cultivators, this moment when the sun rises was the best time to cultivate.

Purple energy came from the east, and the Yuan Yang was full.

From Meng xiaotian's nose, a dense purple long dragon surged forward and entered Meng xiaotian's dantian, transforming into an incomparably pure and large amount of spirit energy, causing Meng xiaotian's cultivation, in an instant, to increase by a hundred times the amount of time compared to normal cultivation.

The great circle of the Golden Core, the realm of the Pseudo Nascent Soul!

Furthermore, the purple aura on the Aurous Core seemed to be in the middle of a crack. Vaguely, the Meng xiaotian could feel that a thing that had just formed, that was similar to an embryo, had been born within the aurous core.

Violet Qi from the East, Jindan Stage!

Meng xiaotian's eyes revealed joy, after going through so much, he was about to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

Only a Nascent Soul could be considered a powerful cultivator. Only then could one be considered to be a cultivator!

In the cultivation world, anyone below the Nascent Soul stage was an ant. This was something that everyone agreed on.

When one reached the Nascent Soul stage, the spiritual energy of the world would be filled to the brim. Not only would it increase in quantity, it would also increase in quality.

From the moment one breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, that is the same as jumping out of the cycle of reincarnation. As long as the Nascent Soul isn't destroyed, there are many ways to extend one's life, so the Nascent Soul stage is the true foundation of a sect!

Not a single Nascent Soul cultivator was weak, not to mention there was also the Nascent Soul spell — Teleportation!

Standing up, Meng xiaotian placed the Moon Fairy on the bed and opened the door to his cave.

The morning sun had just risen and an indescribable warmth was lingering in Meng xiaotian's heart.

Suddenly, a wave of sadness seemed to surge in his heart. This sadness was like a gentle stream that inadvertently stained his heart.

At this moment, Meng xiaotian thought of many things. He thought of his previous life's helplessness, the instant of death, the elegance of this life, and his own woman. In short, he thought of everything that had happened …

It was as if everything from his previous life to his current one was like a tunnel of time that passed by him.

It was as if a strange power was slowly growing with these thoughts.

At the same time, the spirit energy in Meng xiaotian's body, which was originally frozen on the golden core, suddenly broke free like water from an oil pan, and rushed towards his limbs and bones.

The impact of this Spiritual Energy was enough to destroy the meridians of anyone, even if it was at the level of Dong Lin Qing.

However, that strange power that had just risen seemed to have a mind of its own as it guided the enormous amount of spirit power through his meridians in a mysterious manner.

Meng xiaotian unconsciously raised his hand and pointed forward.

"Shua!"

A ray of light, comparable to the usual brightness, shot out from Meng xiaotian's fingertips. In the air, no! Sounds could be heard from the void, as though they originated from the most basic source of power in this world, the power of the rising sun.

Crack!

In front of the Meng xiaotian was the location of the hidden treasure pavilion's peak, but at this moment, that extremely bright radiance had instantly penetrated the main hall door of the hidden treasure pavilion.

A drunken sound rang out as an old figure appeared outside in an instant. He was covered in sweat and had an incredulous gaze as he looked at a hole the size of a piece of paper that had been pierced through.

"Good boy!" The old man subconsciously pulled off a strand of his beard and spread out his divine sense to check the surroundings, but what was surprising was that there was no trace of him in his divine sense. After thinking for a moment, he retracted his divine sense and flew to the back of the mountain.

In that moment, Meng xiaotian's thoughts seemed to become clear, and instantly returned to his body.

"This... "This is …" Meng xiaotian couldn't think during that period of confusion just now, but now, when he thought back to it again, he was frightened by himself.

"Could this be?" A spell I created? " Meng xiaotian opened his eyes wide.0

Since ancient times, there had been many who had created their own techniques. However, for those below the Large Success Stage, creating their own techniques was simply nonsense. Even if there were some geniuses who had comprehended some of their own strength, they would only be able to change their own techniques.

But at this moment, the Meng xiaotian was in a mystical state. This state might be recorded in all the ancient books.

Beginning...

This realm had existed for a very, very long time, but it had also disappeared for a very long time. According to the legends, as long as anyone entered this realm, they would have a strange thought. In this kind of strange thought, there was a possibility that they could create their own magic technique.

This kind of spell that was created by itself had earth-shattering power. At the same time, it also contained an endless amount of enlightenment. Under the same cultivation level, this spell was comparable to the might of the heavens!

Legend has it that there was a little record of it in the ancient texts.

The ancient cultivator Meng Fan was originally a weak Soul Formation cultivator who was chased by his enemies for several years and was heavily injured by them to escape. Ten years later, Meng Fan appeared in the Celestial Realm and slaughtered several existences that had surpassed the Large Success stage. It has to be said that whether it was now or at that time, cultivation was extremely difficult.

However, this person not only had his cultivation greatly increased, his technique's might was also earth-shattering. It was a technique that no one had ever recorded before.

This spell was a self-created spell. It was completely self-created.

Also in ancient times, when cultivators were Duan Tian, their home country was destroyed, and they carried a deep hatred in their blood. In ancient times, when cultivators were Duan Tian, their home country was destroyed, and they carried a deep hatred in their blood.

Ancient … Ancient... Recent Years...

Among the countless ancient texts, there were a few incomplete records. This was a self-created technique. It had only been this initial power, but it had already formed into a technique comparable to the might of the heavens.

At this moment, Meng xiaotian had also entered the realm of absolute beginning.

The moment the morning sun rose, the Meng xiaotian created a world-shaking technique.

"This is …" What kind of power is that? " Meng xiaotian was a little confused, as if he had just woken up. Half of him was awake, and the other half was in the early stages of cultivation.

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