Since returning from the mission hall, Zhang Zheng has made up her mind to stay in seclusion in the cave until she breaks through the foundation building.

Her Taoist heart has already formed a foundation, which far exceeds the character required to build the foundation. As long as she is willing to spend time cultivating, building the foundation will be a matter of course.

…

Ten years later, outside a secluded cave in Faming Mountain, there were overgrown weeds as tall as an adult.

Among the tall and dense weeds, a woman sat cross-legged.

The woman wears a neat high ponytail, has a delicate and bright face, and her eyes are closed with a calm and gentle expression.

Just a thin layer of ash fell on the snow-green clothes, indicating that the woman had been meditating motionless here for a long time.

This woman is none other than Zhang Zheng, who has been in seclusion for ten years.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew by, gently stroking a few strands of black hair on her temples, dancing with the wind.

Maybe the breeze disturbed the calm, Zhang Zheng's eyelids suddenly trembled, and a hurricane blew up, making his clothes flutter and make a hunting sound.

Within her body, twelve spiritual whirlpools under the five-color spiritual roots were swallowing spiritual energy wildly, and all the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius was poured into her body.

Zhang Zheng used his spiritual consciousness to guide the incoming spiritual energy to circulate around his meridians. After tempering his body, it gathered into the twelve spiritual whirlpools in his Dantian.

After two days of this, the twelve spiritual whirlpools had become too saturated and could no longer accommodate any spiritual energy. The crazy influx of spiritual energy gradually slowed down.

She no longer specifically guides the movement of spiritual energy, but instead gathers all her spiritual consciousness into the twelve spiritual whirlpools, pulling the twelve spiritual whirlpools closer to each other and compressing each other. The full spiritual energy becomes more solid under the powerful squeeze.

, almost from gaseous to liquid state.

"Boom boom..."

A violent sound like the collision of water waves rumbled inside Zhang Zheng's body.

With a crisp cracking sound, the barrier between Qi training and foundation building shattered, and the twelve spiritual whirlpools merged into a small pool. The misty spiritual energy condensed into colorful liquids, and accumulated in the small pool like water, lingering.

swing.

She has broken through to foundation building!

But it was not the time to be ecstatic yet, Zhang Zheng continued to use his spiritual consciousness to guide the spiritual liquid in the small pool to climb upward and gather.

The first level of the spiritual platform is ready.

The spiritual liquid is still rising, gathering bit by bit, and slowly forming the shape of a spiritual platform.

Second floor, third floor, fourth floor...

All the way to the seventh level of the spiritual platform, the spiritual fluid seemed to surge upwards without any resistance.

After the eighth-level spiritual platform was built, the rising speed of the spiritual liquid suddenly dropped. There seemed to be an invisible barrier on top of it, tightly pressing down on the spiritual liquid, preventing it from continuing to rise.

Just stop at the eighth level spiritual platform?

Zhang Zheng didn't want to, she knew that she was not outstanding and was just one of the thousands of ordinary passers-by in this world of cultivation where there are so many geniuses.

Whether it's Lin Xiaoxiao who built the foundation at the age of 16, or Jiang Fenglai who frost-frozen the fourteen states with his sword...

Whether it is the mysterious Tan Ying or many other talented and talented people...

She can't even compare to them, let alone compare with them.

If there was a storybook telling the story of the world of cultivation, and if they were the protagonists, then maybe she wouldn't even get a name in it.

but……

Zhang Zheng was shocked. She was neither stupid nor mediocre. As long as she could step into the world of cultivation and practice to the point of building a foundation, she would never be willing to stop there.

She did not dare to exaggerate her pride, but she would never belittle herself. She would try her best to see if she could achieve this nine-level spiritual platform.

Can you compete with this world's geniuses?

Can you, on this road of cultivation, find your own path to immortality?

The declaration in his heart was settled, and in an instant, the vortex of vitality of the seven orifices was running at the same time. It was different from the milky white of vitality, but a green and transparent breath, fed from the vortex.

This breath was so familiar that it once made her feel in danger of death.

This is the scent of the Jingze tree.

However, this aura is purer, perhaps because it is nourished by the energy of life. It is as if she is one and is extremely close to her.

Subconsciously, Zhang Zheng separated a ray of consciousness and wrapped it around the green aura, leading it to Dantian.

The spiritual liquid there is still fighting unremittingly against the barrier. The barrier is intact, but the spiritual liquid has begun to weaken.

As soon as the green breath reaches the Dantian, it is like a fish entering water, nimbly diving into a pool of spiritual liquid.

A strange phenomenon occurred suddenly.

The rippling spiritual liquid intertwined with the green aura, and the undercurrent was surging. The colorful spiritual liquid gradually faded away from its mottled color, and returned to the dual colors of green and milky white.

The last trace of color was replaced by two colors, and the spiritual fluid suddenly surged upwards, jumping straight over the previous several levels of spiritual platforms and rushing towards the barrier.

The impenetrable barrier of the colorful spirit liquid is like thin paper in front of it, vulnerable to a single blow.

The barrier was torn apart instantly and collapsed.

The ninth floor of the spiritual platform was built...

Before Zhang Zheng could feel joy, the strange phenomena in her dantian did not stop.

The two colors of green and milky white are fighting each other in the small pool. They don't give in to each other and then merge with each other.

Zhang Zheng only felt a sharp pain in his Dantian, as if a big hand was rubbing his Dantian wantonly, roasting it with fire, scraping it with a sharp knife, and freezing it with ice...

Zhang Zheng's teeth were almost broken, and his mouth was filled with blood from bitten flesh.

Just when Zhang Zheng thought that he was going to die just after building the ninth-level spiritual platform, the pain suddenly disappeared.

Keep your spirits up and look inside your Dantian.

The scene in front of him made Zhang Zheng frightened and at a loss.

Practicing qi, turning spiritual qi into qi, building foundation into liquid, condensing golden elixir into elixir...

Logically speaking, foundation building should create a pool of spiritual liquid in the Dantian to store spiritual energy.

And this was indeed the case when she advanced.

but……

Zhang Zheng looked at his Dantian dumbfounded.

Where did her pool of ectoplasm go?

There was no trace of liquid in the place where the spiritual liquid originally was, and instead there was a hard lump of green and milky white.

Transparent texture, as clear as jasper, so beautiful.

But no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a stone. Where is the spiritual pool that holds her spiritual energy?

Before Zhang Zheng could find the answer, his body was extremely tired, his consciousness was tingling, his vision went dark, and he passed out.

…

Another few months have flown by.

The tall weeds grew rapidly on the day Zhang Zheng broke through, directly reaching a height of three meters. The green leaves and white stems were extremely plump, and the stool looked very juicy.

This weed is not the only one who has this vision.

All the spiritual plants and grasses within a ten-mile radius benefited from it and grew vigorously. In ten years, the spiritual plants grew stronger than the hundred-year-old spiritual plants.

Even the birds and insects here... are all extremely strong and plump, with a trace of aura emanating from their bodies.

Among the tall weeds, the woman lay motionless on the ground.

A cricket jumped onto her hand, and before she could even chirp, a bird flew over with a whistling sound, opened its mouth and swallowed the cricket whole.

After eating and drinking enough, the birds are particularly happy and contented, jumping around on people's hands.

With a round belly, a bird jumped on the woman's face.

The long eyelashes were covered by the overwhelming weeds and fluttered gently, casting a trembling shadow under the light spot.

The bird turned its furry little head, staring at the trembling shadow with its bean eyes, as if thinking about something with its bean-sized brain.

The next moment, the fluffy bird's head quickly rose and fell, and its pointed beak pecked straight at the shadow.

"thump--"

The unconscious man suddenly sat up like a corpse, and the bird was knocked out by the standing head.

The plump bird's body hit the trunk of the tree, knocking off a few leaves, then whirled and fluttered down.

The bird fluttered its wings and flew into the sky angrily. It cursed and chirped at Zhang Zheng for a while. When it saw Zhang Zheng, its head shrank and it immediately turned around and disappeared.

Zhang Zheng didn't see the bird fleeing in panic. He rubbed his white forehead in confusion, feeling a slight pain, as if he had hit a wall.


Chapter completed!