Seeing the expressions of Ruan Xinxue and Zilan, Elder Gu You, Ling Jianzi, Nangong Feng, and others looked at each other in amazent. Clearly, they couldn't understand why their eyes, which had just been red, now lit up with happiness upon seeing the Ancient Lamp.
"The Soul Lamp knows life and death. When it burns, the cultivator lives. When it extinguishes, the cultivator dies."
Zilan explained with a smile.
"Zilan, do you an that as long as this lamp is lit, it proves that Brother Qin Yang is still alive?"
On the side, Nangong Feiyang raised an eyebrow, curiosity glowing in his eyes as he asked.
"Yes, Brother Feiyang."
Zilan smiled and nodded.
As long as the Soul Lamp isn't extinguished by another cultivator's divine sense, it represents the life or death of that cultivator.
"That rascal must still be alive. We will wait for him to return."
Ruan Xinxue also relaxed her tightly wound heart, saying.
"Yes, Sister Xinxue, Brother Qin Yang will definitely co back."
Zilan also nodded her little head, her beautiful eyes looking toward the East Sea, her eyes flashing with brilliance.
At this mont, on Penglai Immortal Island.
A cold current spread, and the entire Immortal Island was covered in ice. The lush green towering trees, the clear rivers, the piled stones, and many demon beasts were all sealed in ice by the cold current.
This island, located in the void, was like an ice sculpture, a world of ice and snow, freezing cold.
At this mont, at the edge of the Ice Island.
Above the Ice Lake.
A drop of dark red pure essence blood floated in mid-air. On this dark red essence blood, dense laws of water, ice, and darkness, and the pervasive energy was incredibly astonishing.
This essence blood was left by the Divine Beast Black Tortoise more than four thousand five hundred years ago.
Within this dark red essence blood, Qin Yang sat cross-legged, the skin around his body completely burst due to the imnse pressure of the energy in the essence blood.
The pain of this physical rupture was beyond description.
However, after breaking, it would be reborn!
As Qin Yang operated the Nine Revolutions Star Technique, the cracked skin and flesh around Qin Yang's body began to condense and form little by little.
The newly ford skin and flesh contained a trace of Black Tortoise essence blood, causing a fundantal change in Qin Yang's physique.
At the sa ti, in Qin Yang's dantian, droplets of spiritual liquid rapidly condensed and ford.
Those spiritual liquids emitted a lustrous, heavy light, each drop incomparably pure.
In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, for a cultivator to break through from the Spirit Condensation Stage to the Foundation Establishnt Stage, the dantian's spiritual liquid must contain at least three thousand drops of spiritual liquid.
Three thousand drops of spiritual liquid need to gather together to form a lake of spiritual power.
The more stored, the better. The more stored, the more stable the foundation upon stepping into the Foundation Establishnt Stage, and the future potential will surpass others of the sa rank.
Three thousand drops are basic, four thousand drops are good, five thousand drops are excellent, and seven thousand drops signify an extraordinary genius.
The formation of the Spiritual Power Lake signifies that a cultivator has reached the Foundation Establishnt Stage, also known as the Immortal Spirit Realm.
The ford Spiritual Power Lake is tens, even hundreds of tis more robust than the individually floating spiritual liquid within the dantian, making it more smooth and at ease to use.
This is the fundantal reason why Foundation Establishnt cultivators can easily overpower Spirit Condensation cultivators.
"One thousand five hundred drops."
"Two thousand five hundred drops..."
"Three thousand drops..."
When the spiritual liquid within Qin Yang reached three thousand drops, there was no sign of stopping; it continued to form.
"Three thousand five hundred drops."
"Four thousand drops."
"Four thousand five hundred drops..."
"..."
The entire Penglai Immortal Island was a frozen world, where the concept of ti seed to disappear.
Only above the Ice Lake, within that essence blood.
Qin Yang operated the Nine Revolutions Star Technique repeatedly, transforming the imnse energy contained in that essence blood into the spiritual liquid within his dantian.
The spiritual liquid within Qin Yang's dantian was densely packed.
As ti passed.
The quantity had already exceeded five thousand drops, yet the formation of the spiritual liquid still showed no sign of stopping or slowing down.
The skin that burst open all over Qin Yang's body was slowly forming. The newly generated flesh, mixed with Black Tortoise Divine Beast essence blood, gave it a dark red luster, mysterious and heavy.
In cultivation, years pass like days.
Above this Ice Lake, who knows how long has passed.
The spiritual liquid within Qin Yang's dantian continued to accumulate, with droplets of pure, water-like spiritual liquid floating within the dantian.
"Eight thousand drops."
"Nine thousand drops."
"Nine thousand five hundred drops."
"..."
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine drops!"
When the spiritual liquid within Qin Yang's dantian reached nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine drops, Qin Yang's tightly closed eyes opened within the essence blood.
Those eyes had a few dark red hues. Within those eyes, there was a faint shining silhouette of a Divine Beast Black Tortoise.
At this ti, Qin Yang could clearly feel that the spiritual liquid in his dantian was about to reach its peak. The dense spiritual liquid filled his dantian, and the intensity of that wave was incredible.
"Ten thousand drops!"
A low roar emanated from Qin Yang's mouth.
As the sound spread, even the Black Tortoise essence blood around Qin Yang rippled slightly in response, an expression of energy releasing.
With Qin Yang's roar, the ten-thousandth drop of spiritual liquid condensed in his dantian.
When the ten-thousandth drop of spiritual liquid ford, they exploded with a heavy, moist light like stars in the heavens.
The spiritual liquid within Qin Yang's dantian was saturated!
And ten thousand drops of spiritual liquid, this degree of richness far surpassed ordinary Foundation Establishnt cultivators, leaving those genius cultivators far behind, truly astonishing.
"Start forming the Spiritual Power Lake."
Qin Yang's eyes closed again. With a thought, a hundred drops of spiritual liquid broke away, beginning to rge and condense.
Compared to the ten thousand drops of spiritual liquid, that hundred drops were not much.
Since each drop of spiritual liquid would repel one another, rging the spiritual liquid into one was not easy.
"rge, rge, rge!"
Qin Yang gritted his teeth, beginning to press those hundred drops of spiritual liquid together.
Buzz~!
In Qin Yang's dantian, those hundred drops of spiritual liquid burst into light, clearly resistant to rging.
"I don't believe you can't rge."
Qin Yang gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
Pushing persistently under Qin Yang's insistence, first two drops of spiritual liquid rged, and soon more of the hundred drops began to rge.
As ti passed, in Qin Yang's dantian, those hundred drops of spiritual liquid gradually ford a small pool.
Within the pool, radiating a luminescent, moist light, the glow carried a hint of mystery and depth, and the energy it emitted was quite astonishing!
"The first step of the Foundation Establishnt has finally been taken!"
Upon seeing the spiritual power pool ford from the spiritual liquid in his dantian, Qin Yang's heart was filled with a hint of joy.
"Continue!"
Qin Yang continued to focus inwardly on his dantian, beginning to rge the remaining spiritual liquid into the pool.
"The 101st drop of spiritual liquid rged into the pool."
"..."
"The 150th drop."
"..."
For a cultivator, the process of gathering spiritual power and rging into a Spiritual Power Lake for Foundation Establishnt is destined to be long.
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