Two thousand years later.

In the largest plain of Ge Qingzhou, a monk wearing a yellow robe looked up to the sky and laughed. He finally realized the existence of traces of the way of heaven.

"Haha, I, Huangsha Yuanjun, will break through to God Transformation here today!"

The Nascent Soul, emitting a hazy yellow light, emerged from the top of his head and slowly floated up. His two small hands made the same movements as his physical body, and performed magic spells.

In an instant, strong winds blew, yellow sand was flying, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered towards him crazily, forming a huge whirlpool.

"It's about to begin!"

The monks from various sects watching around watched nervously.

Since the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the ancient monks disappeared, and they had to rebuild the system of cultivating immortals on the ruins of Taoism.

Although Huangsha Yuanjun is not the most profound among them, he is the first monk to try to break through the transformation into a god! He is a true pioneer!

In order to get this opportunity to watch, they even lent the magic weapons of the Zhen Sect to Huangsha Yuanjun to resist the natural disaster.

Boom!

The cloudless sky instantly became gloomy, and purple-red thunder undulated, each one possessing the power to destroy the Danjie monks.

Huangsha Yuanjun took his time and activated the formations and magic weapons that had been arranged long ago, triggering the traces of heaven to imprint the body of Yuanying.

The terrifying tribulation thunders were connected one after another, giving no chance for those who had overcome the tribulations to repair themselves. Huangsha Yuanjun roared angrily, and threw the dozens of magic weapons on his body like consumables, without feeling any distress, and threw them out to share the tribulation thunders.

"Little Huangsha, how dare you treat our sect's most precious treasure like this!" Seeing his magic weapon turn to dust in the thunderstorm, an old Nascent Soul monk jumped to his feet anxiously.

"He'd better succeed in overcoming the tribulation, otherwise the debt must be settled with him." Another Nascent Soul monk also looked ugly.

Huangsha Yuanjun doesn't care about their feelings at all. If he really refines the magic weapons one by one and then resists the tribulation thunder, he is afraid that his ashes will be struck by the tribulation thunder and cannot be found.

In this almost wasteful extravagance, Huangsha Yuanjun finally withstood the ninth tribulation thunder. The Yuanying that was still somewhat illusory was solidified like a physical body, with the power of Dao marks faintly emanating from it.

"Hahaha! The Tao is inscribed on the body, ascending to heaven and becoming a god. The records in ancient books are indeed correct!" Huangsha Zhenjun said excitedly.

He pointed towards his physical body on the ground, and the physical body immediately collapsed into a pile of yellow sand. Then the yellow sand outside his Nascent Soul gathered together and turned into the same physical body again.

When you reach the state of becoming a god, your physical body has become one with your Nascent Soul. Unless you are killed by a monk of the same level or above, no matter how serious your physical injury is, you can recover in just a few breaths.

"Congratulations to True Lord Huangsha for successfully overcoming the tribulation and becoming a god!"

The surrounding monks instantly lost their dissatisfaction and paid homage respectfully.

Huangsha Zhenjun's eyes flashed, and his powerful spiritual sense sensed the heat in the hearts of the Nascent Soul monsters below.

Let’s see if I have any ideas after becoming the God Transformation. Huh. How can it be so easy to survive the God Transformation Heavenly Tribulation? Without the protection of formations and magic weapons, I can only turn into ashes!

True Lord Huangsha sneered in his heart, and began to integrate the Huangsha Plain as the world's first god.

Time flies by, and another thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Why! Why is this happening?"

In the secret realm of Huangsha Sect, a huge roar shook the forest, and nine traces of Dao appeared in the void.

"The sect leader has done this again."

"Hey, since three hundred years ago, the sect leader has been a little crazy. He shouts "Where is the immortal", "The void is empty" and other inexplicable words all day long."

"Hush! Be careful, the affairs of the sect leader are not something we can discuss casually."

In the Huangsha Sect, all the disciples looked at the location of the sect's secret realm in the distance, feeling both reverence and fear.

"Fake, it's all fake!"

"What immortality! What Mahayana! It's all fake!"

Huangsha Zhenjun angrily threw the jade slip in his hand to the ground and stepped on it with his feet.

It is said in ancient books that those who have perfected the spirit transformation can control the Dao Mark, use the Dao Mark to move the way of heaven, and can transfer a wisp of immortal energy to the land of flying immortals. You only need to refine this wisp of immortal energy, and you can directly enter the realm of the Mahayana semi-immortal!

But, there is nothing!

True Lord Huangsha controlled a Dao Mark three hundred years ago. He used it to leverage the way of heaven, but he did not sense the existence of immortal energy.

Maybe my cultivation is not good enough. He once thought so.

But now, having controlled the nine Dao Marks, he still hasn't sensed the existence of the legendary immortal energy.

"What happened in the past? Where did the ancient monks go? What kind of existence is the so-called other world? Perhaps, all the answers lie in the boundless void outside the sky!" A blazing light flashed in the eyes of Zhenjun Huangsha.

He is the most powerful monk in this world, and also the most desperate one. Because the way forward has been cut off, he cannot see the future of becoming an immortal.

"Let me see if the legendary land of flying immortals really exists!"

Without alarming anyone, True Lord Huangsha took his Huangsha Tower and resolutely stepped into the void outside the sky.

It will take eight hundred years to go there.

No one knows why Huangsha Zhenjun disappeared in the secret realm of the sect. Some people say that he has passed away silently, while others say that he has already stepped into the legendary Mahayana and transformed into a flying immortal.

The Huangsha Sect, which once ruled the Huangsha Plain, fell apart due to the actions of the major deity-forming elders because it lost the suppression of True Lord Huangsha.

One day, on the mountain behind the Shishen Sect, a strange wave of turbulence rippled out.

"This feeling is? The Dao marks are disintegrating?!"

The head of the Stone God Sect had a solemn look on his face. The disintegration of the Dao marks only occurred when the God-Transformation monks transformed into the Dao and died. Each of the God-Transformation monks transformed into the Dao would profoundly change the appearance of the land, leaving behind endless benefits.

Could it be that a transformation god quietly sneaked into his sect and chose to transform here?

Sect Leader Shi immediately teleported to the back mountain. The moment he saw the person coming, his mind went blank.

"Sit and forget!"

"Sit and forget!"

Every ray of vitality in his body was shouting. The soul traveled through the endless void, felt the boundless sea of ​​life, and experienced the rise and fall of all things in the world.

"What a great being! How vast I am!"

Sect Master Shi murmured, his whole face showed peace, and the light merged into Him in the void.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Stupid! In the middle stage of becoming a god, you dare to come here without even controlling a dao mark!"

True Lord Huangsha cursed angrily, then quickly cut off his memory of this period and threw it into the disintegrating Dao Mark.

After walking in the void for eight hundred years, he finally found the core of the void.

It was an area where even the Dao of Heaven could not exist. When he walked to the edge, countless faint chanting sounds penetrated into his head like water.

"Zi Wang! Zu Wang!"

Then, he didn't know anything. If a piece of Dao debris hadn't happened to hit him and wake him up, he would have turned into light and died silently.

"A terrifying existence named Zuowang has blocked the void!"

When this idea came to his mind, his whole person began to become confused again.

True Lord Huangsha immediately burned the Dao marks in his soul and hurriedly broke away and escaped with the power of Dao transformation.

Invisible, unthinkable, unheard!

Otherwise, we will forget about Taoism, forget ourselves, and end up with the existence in nothingness.

"The path to immortality is over! No one in this world can become an immortal!"

True Lord Huangsha smiled miserably, plunged into the earth, and turned into a vast ocean of thousands of miles.

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Are there really immortals in the world?

Seven thousand years have passed since the fall of the ancient monks. There are countless immortal cultivators who have emerged in the Fulan world and dominate the world, but none of them have successfully advanced to the Mahayana.

"Eternal regret!"

"The path to immortality in this world has been cut off!"

"I wish I could be born in ancient times, I will become an immortal!"

Countless monks and outstanding figures shouted, trapped in the realm of transformation into gods.

"There is a great terror in the void of the Fulan Realm! It crosses the path of immortality. It's ominous!"

There are ancient gods chopping firewood, and the wrinkled skin is filled with the vastness of time.

The truth he told was so disappointing.

"But we still have a glimmer of opportunity! The ancient monks left a hidden path to immortality for us!"

Sixteen stone tablets glowed, opening up the sky and the earth, illuminating a silver trajectory in the void. On the trajectory, ancient teleportation arrays were like candles of hope, igniting the hearts of the Fulan Realm's god-transforming monks.

"That's right! This road leads to the Luoying Realm. According to ancient records, it is a big world no worse than the Fulan Realm. It can communicate with the land of flying immortals! We all have the possibility of becoming immortals!" A young double of the gods!

His eyes sparkled and he spoke with high spirits.

"This road is indeed our hope. But it is too difficult, too difficult. This is an ancient road paved with corpses."

In the void, where the silver track extends, countless traces are slowly disintegrating, emitting little bits of starlight. They are all cultivators who have fallen into the void over the years.

"There are many corpses on the road to immortality. We monks should have the heart of walking on thin ice and be brave and diligent in our deeds. Everyone, I'm going!"
To be continued...