The moment the Taiji diagram was formed, it began to slowly rotate. As the Yang diagram rotated, it had already sucked in the two drops of Essence Blood that Li Yan had just shot out.
The Yin diagram simultaneously drew in the two Gui-Yi Water-Parting Spikes. Then, the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram began to rotate in opposite directions out of thin air.
As the pure black Gui Water Spirit Power continuously poured out from the Northern Abyss Kun Peng's giant claws, the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram also spun faster and faster.
The counter-rotating diagrams were impossible to look at directly, otherwise one would become dizzy.
The two drops of Essence Blood in the Yang diagram and the two Gui-Yi Water-Parting Spikes in the Yin diagram rose and fell in the river, slowly becoming soft, one merging with Yang, the other with Yin.
The Yin and Yang rivers, with their edges as boundaries, approached each other at an extremely slow speed, rotating as if at the beginning of chaos.
Li Yan circulated his magical power. The black mist outside his body expanded and contracted with his breath. A stream of black energy from the top of his head shot straight into the eyes of the Northern Abyss Kun Peng, maintaining its form from dissipating.
Communicating with his Divine Sense, piles of large and small Spirit Stones had already appeared out of thin air by his side. Subsequently, he also slowly closed his eyes...
After Falling Star Valley, the Green Wind Sect, and the Six Plates Hall had carved up the cultivation resources of the four sects, the undercurrents of the cultivation world surged for a period of time before slowly settling down again.
Such things happened many times every year. The weak were prey to the strong, an unchanging law of the cultivation world since ancient times. In the undercurrents, some sects also gained some extra benefits, while some sects disappeared forever.
However, they had only made corresponding adjustments due to the change in the structure of the three sects of Falling Star Valley, but they were powerless to change the overall situation.
Time passed day by day. Falling Star Valley prospered again, and the trade of alchemy and artifact refining also became more and more frequent. With Xing Ming's methods, he managed Falling Star Valley in an orderly manner, making it stronger and stronger.
On this day, Xing Ming was refining a furnace of pills in the alchemy room. Suddenly, he raised his head in doubt, and his powerful Divine Sense spread out.
"Hmm? Who in the valley has cultivated their Primordial Spirit to the point of leaving the body for a Daytime Ascension?"
The next moment, Xing Ming's figure had quietly floated out of the alchemy star and risen into the air, his Divine Sense spreading out in all directions.
There were two types of Primordial Spirit Exiting the Body. One was being beaten by others until the Primordial Spirit was forced out, which could only result in serious injury or death.
The other was when a cultivator, in the course of their cultivation, suddenly had a certain enlightenment that resonated with heaven and earth, or had deep karmic fortune, and against all odds, comprehended some of the laws of heaven and earth. Only then would their spirit roam the Great Void.
Of course, the former enlightenment was not as good as the latter. But whether it was an enlightenment that resonated with heaven and earth or comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, these were things that cultivators could only hope for but never seek.
The former would allow a cultivator to have a great breakthrough in their cultivation method or realm, while the latter would allow a cultivator to leap over the dragon gate, touch the laws of heaven and earth, and have a deep and thorough enlightenment. At that time, they would have the divine ability to borrow the power of the laws of heaven and earth.
Or to trigger the flow of space, or to change time, or to have the ability to draw on the power of heaven and earth, and so on, a series of incredible great divine abilities.
Even after cultivating for more than a thousand years, Xing Ming had never experienced the phenomenon of his Primordial Spirit leaving his body. But now, he sensed that someone's Primordial Spirit had entered the void.
Although he had never had this experience, with his cultivation and knowledge, he could of course be sure that this was definitely not his Divine Sense shooting out.
It was just that after the Primordial Spirit left the body and entered the void, he could only have a sense and judgment of it, but he could not truly capture the Primordial Spirit.
Only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above had this ability. After the Nascent Soul left the body, it could capture the opponent's ethereal Primordial Spirit in the void, either to capture it or to take the opportunity to kill it.
At this time, if there happened to be a Nascent Soul cultivator passing by, they could take the opportunity to kill the opponent's Primordial Spirit, turning their physical body into an ownerless object.
"Could it be Martial Uncle?"
Xing Ming in the night sky quickly sensed it. Although he couldn't capture the opponent's Primordial Spirit, in this area, he could continuously sense the person's approximate location.
Within Falling Star Valley, he could come and go as he pleased. He just needed to spend more time to find that ownerless physical body.
The physical body would always have a faint connection with its own Primordial Spirit.
In his senses, the direction from which the Primordial Spirit had just ascended into the void was a place deep within Falling Star Valley.
It was just that this sense was very weak, and it was only because Xing Ming had reached the Late-stage Golden Core that he could sense it. He continuously adjusted his flight direction according to the weak sense.
This process was very slow, which was also related to his cultivation.
But he soon found that something was wrong. As he flew, his direction had already deviated from the place where Tianxingzi was in seclusion, and it was also not in the direction of his junior brother Lin Xinghe's cave residence.
Instead, it was biased towards the area of the core disciples of Falling Star Valley.
"Could it be Luomu?"
Xing Ming's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. Among his few disciples now, Zhu Luomu was at the Pseudo-Core realm.
After he had cleansed his meridians and marrow, his cultivation progress had advanced by leaps and bounds. It was not impossible for him to have a profound karmic fortune of his Primordial Spirit leaving his body during cultivation.
As for his other two disciples, after their injuries had healed, although they had also gained a lot of benefits, they needed more time to consolidate their foundation and strive to enter the Pseudo-Core realm as soon as possible.
So these two had already come out of seclusion to assist him in handling the daily affairs of the sect, while Zhu Luomu had been in arduous cultivation in seclusion recently.
There were not many disciples living in this core disciple area, only five. They were all Pseudo-Core disciples.
"For Luomu's Primordial Spirit to leave his body, he must have had a great opportunity for enlightenment. If he can take the opportunity to comprehend more, then not only will he be one step closer to forming a core, but he will also increase his chances of forming a core by at least ten percent."
At this thought, Xing Ming's heart filled with more and more joy, and at the same time, more and more anticipation.
Don't look down on just a ten percent chance. This was an opportunity that countless cultivators would dream of and would be willing to spend all their wealth for.
But as he flew directly over Zhu Luomu's courtyard, his joy vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of astonishment. The faint sense he had here had faded a lot.
"It's not Luomu! I didn't expect another disciple to receive such a fortune."
Although Xing Ming felt a sense of disappointment in his heart, this was something that could not be forced, and he was powerless to change it. So he once again focused his senses and, after a moment, flew bit by bit towards a certain place.
Just as he had flown for nearly a hundred li, his figure suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"This... this is where that Zhang Ming lives...!"
Looking at the courtyard below, Xing Ming was somewhat stunned. He naturally knew who lived in this courtyard; he had personally arranged for someone to clean it.
"Isn't he in seclusion refining a magical treasure? Counting the days, it's only been a little over three months. He should have just expelled the Fire Poison from his body not long ago. Did he have an enlightenment while refining his magical treasure?"
For a moment, Xing Ming was stunned in mid-air...
And at this moment, Li Yan was already roaming outside his body. He was, of course, completely unaware of Xing Ming's arrival.
The refining of the magical treasure had been successfully completed this morning. Looking at the gray powder on the ground, Li Yan also felt a lingering fear.
During these three months, there were several times when even if he crazily absorbed one Spirit Stone after another, he still couldn't keep up with the speed of his Spirit Power consumption.
According to his previous experience in artifact refining, with his deep foundation of Spirit Power, supplemented by low-grade Spirit Stones, as long as the Spirit Stones were endless, his Spirit Power would be enough to support his refining.
In the end, he had to endure the pain and use more than thirty mid-grade Spirit Stones to finally complete his refining.
Then, he brought the Gui-Yi Water-Parting Spike into his Dantian's Purple Mansion for long-term nurturing.
The moment the Gui-Yi Water-Parting Spike entered his Dantian's Purple Mansion, Li Yan had the feeling of obtaining a powerful new force.
The two Gui-Yi Water-Parting Spikes were like two black fish swimming slowly in the Dantian lake, happy and free.
Sensing the familiar yet strange power fed back from the Gui-Yi Water-Parting Spike in his Dantian, Li Yan suddenly felt as if he had been touched by something.
It was just that this feeling was both there and not there. He wanted to grasp it, but it seemed to slip away from his mind in a daze. Li Yan, who was meditating, instinctively followed the pull and wandered away.
In a daze, he didn't know what he had experienced, nor how long it had been. At a certain moment, Li Yan suddenly woke up.
He found that he had entered a void space. As his body was suspended, the sky above his head was full of stars. Those stars were so close that it seemed he could casually pick the stardust with his hand.
The starlight scattered on his body, some hot, some cold, some gentle, some chilling...
Subconsciously, he had already taken a step, walking under the starlight, letting the starlight scatter all over his body, like a dream.
But he couldn't take his eyes off the stars in front of him, as if there was a force pulling his gaze, making him look at the boundless starlight forever...
"What a great opportunity! For you, a Body Cultivator, and a Profound Spirit Root at that, it's truly... truly a waste!"
Xing Ming had long since investigated Zhang Ming's spirit root aptitude clearly. In his understanding of cultivation, no one could hide their spirit root aptitude.
Even if you were a Nascent Soul cultivator, as long as someone truly used Spirit Power to probe your body, you couldn't hide your spirit root attribute. This was the common understanding of the cultivators of this world.
So, since Zhang Ming's aptitude was not good, and his physical foundation was good, he had taken the path of a Body Cultivator. This was also the view of Tianxingzi and him.
Xing Ming had a look of regret on his face, secretly sighing that heaven was unfair. If this great opportunity had been given to him, he could have used it to comprehend the great Dao of cultivation and might have even had the chance to directly break through to the Pseudo-Nascent Soul.
"With Zhang Ming's Profound Spirit Root aptitude, he must have stumbled upon this opportunity by chance. He will definitely get some benefits, but the harvest will definitely be minimal."
This person's spirit root aptitude was too poor. Even if a great opportunity was placed in front of him, he would not be able to comprehend and understand it. This was what Xing Ming felt was the most regrettable.
If this opportunity were placed on any of the nearby core disciples, it could be used to its full potential.
"What a pity, what a pity!"
As Xing Ming's eyes flickered, he sighed secretly in his heart and finally left quietly.
If such a thing were to be forcibly interrupted by someone, it would undoubtedly be a deeper hatred than killing their parents, and he would not get any benefit from it.
"It seems his position as Guest Elder will have to be postponed again!"
As he left, Xing Ming thought to himself. What he never expected was that "Zhang Ming's" seclusion in this enlightenment would last for year after year.
One year, two years, three years... ten years... At first, Xing Ming could still remember this "Zhang Ming." After all, this person was currently the most powerful fighter in Falling Star Valley.
But as time went by, Xing Ming would only occasionally think of this person. The sect became more and more stable, and he also entered into cultivation, handing over some matters to disciples like Zhu Luomu to handle.
Zhu Luomu was still unable to break through that final barrier and had yet to face the Core Formation Heavenly Tribulation.
For this, relying solely on arduous cultivation was no longer very effective. What Zhu Luomu needed was an opportunity, a moment of sudden enlightenment, to welcome the time to form a Golden Core.
For Core Formation and Nascent Soul Formation, it was estimated that only a Saint Spirit Root cultivator would dare to say that they would definitely welcome it. For all other cultivators with different aptitudes and spirit roots, they had no choice but to rely on that possible opportunity in the unseen world.
So Zhu Luomu simply came out of seclusion to assist his master in handling the sect's affairs, to train his state of mind. Xing Ming also let him handle most of the sect's affairs.
With him, his master, presiding over the sect, who would dare to say "no"? To Zhu Luomu, it was also a matter of following orders.