Chapter 3: Spirit Symbols

  "You think you're so good, I only have three of these broken cloud talismans in total... previously... I used one, and there are two left. If you take them away, what am I supposed to do?" Mo Xuexue said.

  "Then just one." Ye Hao stared at Mo Xuanxuan and chuckled.

  For some reason, Mo Xuanxuan suddenly felt a chill all over her body and didn't respond to him. Who knew what this rascal would do?

  "Take it!" Mo Xuanxuan took out a talisman emitting a faint white glow from her storage bag and tossed it to Ye Hao.

  Ye Hao took it over, his mind swept across, the two low-level symbol arrays on this spirit symbol were very rough, but for him now, having something was better than nothing.

  In the Divine Continent, spirit symbols are a luxury. Even a low-grade spirit symbol with only one array is extremely rare for young generations of cultivators. A single low-grade spirit symbol can sell for over 100 spirit stones, and one with two arrays will cost at least 200 spirit stones.

  Due to the extreme scarcity of Spirit Symbol Masters in the world, and the fact that Spirit Symbols can produce various effects such as attack and defense without the need for magical power to catalyze them, the value of Spirit Symbols has naturally been greatly amplified.

  At that time, Ye Hao was in the Secret Realm of Haotian, where spiritual symbol masters were as common as cow hair. Not to mention spiritual symbols, even symbol treasures and higher-level immortal symbols were not rare.

  However, this is Shen Zhou, but it's not the secret realm of Huang Tian. Ye Hao understood this very well, so he didn't pick a fight either. His current body was still thinking about how to survive first.

  Mo Xuanxuan released her flying artifact, and after swinging it out, it transformed into a huge purple leaf that hovered in mid-air.

  It's not that the Divine Continent's Spirit Symbol Masters have declined, but rather the Artifact Refiners are flourishing. This type of flight artifact is typically equipped by disciples of large sects, and can be activated with just eight layers of Qi accumulation.

  Generally, the speed of ordinary flying instruments is not fast, at most only about ten times faster than a normal horse. To truly fly with an instrument, one must have built a foundation in their cultivation; at that time, whether it's flying with a sword or other instruments, the speed will be at least 100 times that of a horse. Just this point alone is enough to know that building a foundation is the first major watershed in the path of cultivation. Only by entering the foundation-building period can one truly be said to have entered the threshold of cultivating immortality.

  Mo Xuanxuan flew up, and Ye Hao followed closely behind her.

  "You use your own flying artifact, this purple-green leaf can only hold two people, I will be very exhausted." Mo Xuanxuan turned her head and stared at Ye Hao.

  "Yè Dà Yé is just a loose cultivator, how can he compare to your sect's disciples, each of whom has flying magical tools?" Yè Hào shrugged.

  "Hmph, I don't know who said that the Spirit Healing Pill is just a low-grade healing medicine, but this poor devil actually dares to spout such nonsense." Mo Xuanxuan coldly snorted. After a night had passed, her fear of Ye Hao had unknowingly dissipated a lot.

  Ye Hao curled his lips, he is now a tiger fallen into a plain, a dragon trapped in a shallow pool, so he didn't bother to argue with her.

  Mo Xuanxuan drove the purple-green leaf towards Yunxia Mountain where the Yunxia Sect was located. Although the Yunxia Sect couldn't compare to the Lotus Flower Sect, a giant in the cultivation world, its influence wasn't small either. In an area of tens of millions of miles with over ten thousand cultivation families and sects, the Yunxia Sect was revered as the most esteemed.

  After a few days, the two entered the outer reaches of Yunxia Mountain, where the spiritual energy was several times thicker than outside.

  "It can't be helped, let's take a break." Mo Xuanxuan stopped and put away the Zi Qing leaf, taking out two pieces of low-grade spirit stone to recover her depleted spiritual energy.

  Ye Hao sat on a big tree behind Mo Xuanxuan, thinking about his future path.

  From crossing the Tribulation of Eight Cycles to now having fetal movement in the second cycle, not long after he will have to scatter his cultivation and start anew. From falling from the clouds to landing in the mud, this is a difficult thing for anyone to accept, and it's no different for Ye Hao.

  However, Ye Hao didn't dwell on it for long and let go. He had already died once, and Heaven gave him a second chance, bringing with him the precious Half-Step to Heaven's End technique, which was undoubtedly his good fortune.

  At that time, his cultivation speed was too fast, and in just over 800 years, he reached the eighth level of Tribulation Crossing. To others, it seemed like a natural talent, but now that he had calmed down and thought about it carefully, he discovered that cultivating too quickly also had its drawbacks. These disadvantages were hidden and difficult to detect under the dazzling light of rapid progress, and even if they were detected, they could easily be ignored.

  Every realm has its own state of mind and enlightenment, but some cannot be fully relied on by intuition alone, and time is needed to settle and become mellow, making the foundation of the Tao complete and flawless.

  It seems that even if he were to fly up to the heavens one day, he would still be unable to avoid leaving behind some hidden dangers. As someone who has a deep connection with the Immortal Realm, he is well aware that the competition in the Immortal Realm is just as ruthless as it is coveted by countless people. These hidden dangers may very well become the main culprits of his downfall at critical moments.

  Now that he has come back once, he will have the opportunity to make every realm perfect and flawless, achieving the legendary Great Perfection of Cultivation. The so-called Great Perfection of Cultivation is to reach the ultimate combination of Tao and technique in every realm. According to legend, cultivators who achieve the Great Perfection of Cultivation will exhibit unparalleled advantages when they enter the Immortal Realm. Ye Hao has never been to the Immortal Realm, so he doesn't quite understand what kind of advantage this is, but he knows that there must be some truth to this statement.

  Just then, Ye Hao's defensive idea suddenly transmitted a wave of fluctuations around him.

  Someone!

  Ye Hao's heart skipped a beat as he hid himself among the dense foliage.

  Two figures burst into the air, a man and a woman. The man was thin as a stick, wearing a loose black Taoist robe that hung loosely on his body, emitting an aura of yin energy all over him. The woman was in her thirties, extremely seductive, dressed in a thin pink dress, with more than half of her snow-white chest exposed outside.

  These two don't look like good people, but unexpectedly they appeared on the territory of Mingmen Dapai Yunxia Mountain.

  Mo Xuanxuan's reaction was slightly delayed, but she was also startled awake at this time. Her spiritual power had only recovered by half, and as soon as she saw the couple, Ye Hao was nowhere to be seen. She naturally felt a bit tense in her heart. However, she wasn't too worried, after all, this was the territory of the Yanxia Sect. As long as she revealed her identity, these two people wouldn't dare to have any ideas about harming her.

  "Little sister, I don't know if you are a disciple of the Yunxia Sect?" The woman asked with a charming smile.

  "Not bad, I don't know who you two are?" Mo Xuanxuan didn't want to deal with these two people, but the other party was kind and polite, so she couldn't show her disgust, and patiently asked.

  Ye Hao hid on the big tree, shaking his head secretly. This silly girl, these two people are obviously not right, you still waste your breath, either take action or leave, and didn't notice at all that the man was quietly casting a forbidden spell while the two were talking.

  "It's better to be a disciple of the Yunxia Sect, Ghost Daoist, not even close." The woman suddenly chuckled and swung her hand, a pink mist enveloped Mo Xuanxuan.

  Mo Xuanxuan was shocked and immediately retreated, her hands pinching a decision, triggering the sensory compass on her body. She had never thought that these two people would dare to make a move on her in the Yunxia Sect's territory.