The sky is gloomy and dark, with layers of dark clouds, as if painted with splashed ink, without any sunlight to shine through.

The snow is as white as feathers, like countless free spirits, flying freely between the sky and the earth against the whistling cold wind.

Although it is cold winter, the cold-resistant iron almond forest is still full of vitality, and the dense branches and leaves are stained with snowflakes, like a thick silver-green coat covering the Woniu Mountains.

The Wulong River passes by the mountains, and the rapids that used to have waves have now become more reserved. A thin layer of ice has condensed on the calm river surface, covering up the turbulent undercurrent below.

As the name suggests, Yue'er Bay is shaped like a crescent moon. It is a protruding mountain range lying in the river. It is a backflow bay formed by the impact of the river water for hundreds of years.

In the evening, Bai Mo, wearing a dark brown tight-fitting leather jacket and holding a sharp spear gun in his hand, was half-crouching under the iron almond tree, holding his breath and staring intently at the river surface covered with ice floes below.

Her long black hair was casually tied back with animal sinews, her thick eyebrows were slightly knitted like swords, her red lips were tightly closed, and Bai Mo's slightly childish face showed a trace of perseverance.

Bai Mo has been waiting here for two full hours. His body is covered with a layer of white snowflakes, like a snowman, but he is not at all anxious.

Hunting is inherently a job that requires a lot of patience.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound, and a slender crack opened on the frozen ice. The apricots on the ice rolled down into the river one after another, attracting a group of snails to come over and scramble for them.

"Here we come!" Bai Mo suddenly raised his body, his eyes locked tightly on the red shadow faintly emerging in the water, and he couldn't help but secretly squeeze the spear gun in his hand.

Wow! The slowly rising red shadow suddenly exerted force and jumped towards the snail fish like a tiger coming out of the gate. The fish were startled and fled in all directions like headless flies.

"middle!"

At the same time, Bai Mo shouted secretly, raised the spear gun in his hand, and shot hard at the red shadow. The rope connected to the tail of the gun drew a long straight line in the air, and went away with the sound of sharp whistling wind.

Like a sharp knife cutting through tofu, the speargun penetrated deeply into the scarlet catfish's back, causing it to tremble all over and twist its body crazily, trying to get rid of this cold, hard object that was causing it pain.

Bai Mo leaned against the big tree, steadied his horse, wrapped the rope around his arms several times, took a deep breath, suddenly raised his arms to one side and shouted: "Come up!"

The one-meter-long red catfish was forcibly pulled out of the water. Its eye-catching purple-red body struggled and flapped in the air, and finally fell heavily on the rock.

Bai Mo tightened the rope, lunged forward, grabbed the speargun with his left hand, made a fist with his right hand and gave the fish a hard blow on the head, knocking the red catfish unconscious. His movements were simple and smooth, without any redundancy.

Drawing the knife, scraping the scales, disemboweling, breaking the belly, and extracting the beads, Bai Mo made a set of procedures very smoothly. Then, holding the cleaned red catfish in one hand and the spear gun in the other, he jumped and disappeared into the vast jungle.

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Returning to the stone house in the mountain, Bai Mo raised his right hand high and shouted with some joy: "Old man Ba, hurry up and light the fire. We have your favorite red catfish tonight."

The response I got was a dark, cold and empty room.

Bai Mo was stunned and murmured: "What's strange is that the old man didn't just stay in the house to rest in this windy and snowy sky. Could it be that he went hunting by himself?"

Opening the door, lighting a candle, and reflecting the flickering light of the fire, Bai Mo saw at a glance a purple-red stone box placed squarely on the table, with a note pressed next to it.

"Boy, I'm going on a long trip, and I'll be back in March or May at least, or a year and a half at most. You're not allowed to work at home, and the things in the box are reserved for you - Ba!"

"Damn it, old man Ba ​​is so unreasonable and has no explanation. He just left a note and ran away." Bai Mo couldn't help but curled his lips after dropping the note, obviously very dissatisfied with the old man's leaving without saying goodbye.

"Fortunately, I finally left something for me this time, let's see what it is."

Turning his head, Bai Mo opened the stone box and saw inside it an ancient pagoda with a simple shape, unknown texture, black color, and the size of a fist.

With a bit of surprise, Bai Mo took out the small tower. After playing with it and thinking about it, he also excitedly tried to penetrate the spiritual sense and identify the owner with blood. After some failure, he couldn't help but curled his lips and said with waning interest:

"It's stupid. It turns out it's just a look-alike and has no use whatsoever."

Picking up Xiaota in his arms, Bai Mo walked to the back room, plunged directly into the purple-red pool that was steaming with heat and exuded a faint smell of blood, and silently started working on the secret.

The key to opening the orifice is the most popular basic technique in the Canglan world. It is the first choice for all poor people. It is also the easiest to practice. It does not require too much extra cost. You only need to refine the spiritual power step by step and accumulate a little to achieve the need to open the orifice.

Everything in the world has spiritual energy. In the Canglan Realm, it is the mainstream continent of spiritual cultivation. Those who can refine spiritual power and gather it into a stream are called spiritual masters. Those who successfully attack the spiritual aperture are considered to have entered the stage of successful cultivation, which is called enlightenment.

, called a spiritual master.

As for the realm of Xuanzhu that grows in the orifice and lets you sigh freely in the sky, you can already become the overlord of one party, known as the Great Spiritual Master. It is said that there will be stronger spiritual masters behind you, and you can reach the state where the Dharma becomes a mysterious body, and everything changes suddenly.

Of course, for Bai Mo, these rumors are just like the floating clouds on the horizon, completely out of reach. The only way to stay down to earth is to reach the spiritual warrior stage first.

As long as he could remember, Bai Mo began to practice the secret of opening the secret, and was told by the old man to soak in this pool every day. He said that collecting various spiritual materials and combining them with the earth fire spirit spring could help speed up the progress of his practice.

But more than ten years have passed, and apart from getting used to the pain that feels like a file cutting the skin and thousands of ants eroding the bones every time it is soaked, Bai Mo is still unable to break through the spiritual power gathering stream level.

Bai Mo's whole body was immersed in the pool, he sat cross-legged and meditated, closed his eyes and concentrated, exhaling like silk, inhaling like a river, opening thousands of pores all over his body, sucking spiritual power into his body bit by bit.

At the same time, tiny, undetectable golden stars flickered looming on the white ink chest, weaving together to form a strange texture that looked like a beast but not a beast, a bird but not a bird, and a fish but not a fish.

What made Bai Mo even more unexpected was that the seemingly ordinary little tower in his arms seemed to suddenly come to life at this moment, with layers of fluorescence rippling all over its body, as if an invisible vortex had arisen, sweeping the pool water in large gulps.

The spiritual power in the body circulates and gradually gathers into a stream. It only needs to circulate for nine days to stabilize the source, gather the spirit into a stream, and reach the realm of a spiritual warrior.

But during the cycle, the spiritual current in the body became less and less. After seven weeks, it dissipated, and the starlight all over the body dimmed.

Bai Mo was not discouraged and continued to use the techniques. Although the old man set a standard for himself to practice in the pool for at least an hour every day, since knowing that and silently making up his mind, Bai Mo would always persist until his spiritual consciousness was exhausted.

Rest only when you are exhausted.

Time passed quietly, and Bai Mo seemed to notice something was wrong. He suddenly opened his eyes, glanced down, and the expression on his face suddenly became very exciting.

What a hell!

Halfway through, the entire pool is fully half shallow. Not only that, reflecting the misty moonlight, you can clearly notice that the originally rising mist has dissipated, and the purple pool water has also faded away, becoming almost crystal clear, no different from spring water.

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No wonder I just felt that condensing spiritual power became very slow, less than one-tenth of the speed before.

Bai Mo clearly remembered the old man saying that if he wanted to fully absorb the medicinal effects of this pool of spiritual liquid, he would have to become a spiritual master, but what was going on now?

Well, the old man always talks very erratically and likes to brag endlessly. I guess this pool of water is not as magical as he said. Otherwise, why has he not made a breakthrough after practicing for so long?

Bai Mo never gets into trouble with unexplainable problems, but gives a reasonable explanation based on his own needs.

If there is no pool, wouldn’t there be no cultivation?

No, absolutely not, just slow down, but in this way, without the assistance of pool water, if you just rely on refining the spiritual power of heaven and earth, it seems that you will be delayed again in reaching the expected goal.

Wait, something seems to be wrong. An idea flashed in Bai Mo's mind, and he subconsciously took out the small tower from his arms.

I saw that the originally pitch black ancient pagoda seemed to have just been fished out of the dye vat, with a thin layer of coquettish blush imprinted on the surface, slowly flowing like the substance, making it particularly eye-catching in the dark room.

Sure enough, it's weird. Is this thing a living thing? Could it be that kind of psychic baby?

Bai Mo frowned slightly, wanting to use his spiritual sense to probe into it to see what happened, but the red light was like an invisible barrier and bounced his spiritual sense back without mercy.

No, when I tried it before, it was not like this. There was no obstruction at all, but it was empty and there was nothing.

Well, it should be a high-end product. Let's drop some more blood and try to find a master. Bai Mo thought to himself, if it doesn't work again, huh, don't blame the little brother for being unkind. Half the pool of spiritual fluid was missing for no reason. I have to hit you.

It's a piece of shit, it's perfect after turning it upside down.

The blood dripped on the ancient tower, and as soon as it touched the red light, it was like hot iron juice falling into the water, making bursts of chirping sounds, breaking through the light shield in a blink of an eye, and melting into the tower.

Is this the end?

Before Bai Mo could react, suddenly, the red light shrank violently along with the ancient pagoda wrapped in it, and disappeared from his hand in an instant.

Bird, what happened, where did it go?

A very strange feeling suddenly surged in Bai Mo's heart. He somehow established a connection with the disappeared little tower. He could clearly feel that the ancient tower had not disappeared, but was tearing apart the void and crossing the sky with an incredible power.

exist in an independent realm.

Splitting the sky to build a domain is a legendary means of reaching the heavens that only spiritual saints, who are above the spiritual masters, can possess.

Bai Mo looked ahead silently, slowly raised his right hand, and grabbed the void. The originally empty void quietly rippled with ripples, and the small tower emerged like a ghost, and was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.

What a good thing!
Chapter completed!