The dantian is abandoned

  In a daze, my mind is a complete blank, I don't know what day it is today, nor do I know who I am or where I come from. The only thing that exists is this vast expanse of sky and earth, drifting aimlessly, feeling as light as paper, as if a gentle breeze could blow me away at any moment.

  Suddenly, it was as if a thunderclap had burst forth on the flat ground, and in an instant, inspiration struck, and I suddenly woke up. That vague and elusive figure also gradually became solid, although still not heavy, but able to stand firmly on the ground.

  Xu Ziqing opened his eyes, and in front of him was a pitch-black darkness.

  Can't see the road ahead.

  In a daze, Xu Ziqing suddenly remembered that he should have drowned by now and sunk to the bottom of the lake, turning into a corpse. But for some reason, he still had consciousness, what was going on?

  His body was illusory and non-existent, but with his hand he could touch, yet he could feel solid objects, only giving off a cool sensation.

  After a moment's thought, Xu Zi Qing felt that he was probably just a soul at this time. Since even rebirth and cultivating immortality were possible, it wasn't strange for him to have a spirit after death either.

  After all, it was too dark around him, and there was no sound at all. If he stayed like this for a while, he would probably go crazy soon.

  Darkness had made up its mind, Xu Ziqing took a step forward, stumbling and staggering towards the front.

  No light, no direction, everything can only rely on intuition. Xu Ziqing didn't know how long he had walked, but finally saw a white shadow in front of him.

  How can there be a white shadow in such a dark place? How can you see the white shadow clearly?

  It feels strange in my heart, but it's also ecstatic. No matter what's ahead, it's always better than being alone here without knowing the passing of time.

  Xu Ziqing quickened his pace and headed in the direction of the white shadow.

  After walking for over a thousand steps, the white shadow became increasingly clear. It turned out to be a stone pedestal standing in the midst of darkness. On top of the pedestal sat a person with their eyes closed and hair hanging down to the ground.

  It was a man in white clothes, whose age could not be discerned, but he had an extremely frightening aura.

  His back was straight, and his eyebrows seemed to condense the ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years. He was emotionless, worry-free, fearless, joyless, and angerless, like a cold sword standing upright, emitting a chilling aura that kept people at bay.

  Such a person, how his face looks is no longer important, because he is surrounded by a strong sword intent, making people feel that he is the sword, and the sword is him. And in the sword intent, there is also an endless killing intent, which makes one feel as if their soul would be frozen just by glancing at him briefly.

  Even if he stands among countless people, he will never be overlooked. People always see the soaring sword aura he brings with their first glance, and with the second... they dare not look again.

  Xu Ziqing walked closer and suddenly stopped. He had already realized that the white shadow he saw earlier was this man wearing a white robe.

  The man's sword aura mixed with murderous intent was too terrifying. Xu Ziqing had seen the strongest swordsmen, including Xu Zifeng who had already reached the foundation period, and had been amazed by his ability to block a same-level cultivator's magic with just one sword. But when he saw this man, even though he didn't move at all, not even raising an eyebrow, that one sword aura was already dull and dim in comparison.

  Just like the difference between fireflies and a bright moon.

  Such a man is also Xu Ziqing, who is equally admired as a man himself.

  He had been a man in two lifetimes, and even in his past life, he was born into a family of high status and great power. Even when he was bedridden with illness, his experiences were not ordinary. But as he thought back carefully, he couldn't think of anyone who could match this white-clothed person in terms of aura.

  If he hadn't already "died", Xu Ziqing would have liked to make friends with this person.

  However, he thought again, if he had already gone to the Yellow Spring Road, this white-clothed person might also be a fellow traveler? Perhaps, he could go ask for directions.

  Xu Ziqing endured the biting chill and walked calmly amidst the scattered sword energy, finally stopping at a point where he couldn't get any closer and slightly bowed: "I am Xu Ziqing, I got lost in this place. May I ask if you can tell me the way out?"

  His voice is clear and bright like a young boy's, yet it also carries a gentle warmth that has been accumulated over two lifetimes, which can easily win people's favor.

  The white-clothed person seemed to have heard it, and her long hair moved slightly in the sword energy as she opened her eyes.

  Those eyes seemed to contain a resolute and merciless killing intent, and in the instant they opened, two icy golden lights suddenly burst out! However, this thought was merely a thought, and not directed at Xu Ziqing.

  So Xu Ziqing just took a step back and steadied himself, his face was slightly pale.

  The man in white didn't say a word, he just flicked his sleeve and Xu Ziqing felt the world spinning around him, and suddenly fainted.

  At the same time, I suddenly heard a few tender bird calls by my ear, and the chill around me dissipated, leaving only a warm and harmonious feeling.

  And so, Xu Zi Qing was thrown into the lake, and only two people on the shore changed color. One of them was that old man He, who had been carefully teaching Xu Zi Qing for a long time, but did not expect that he would bring him to this secret realm to broaden his horizons, only to have him die here, making all his previous efforts in vain. This time when he returns, he will have to recruit another miscellaneous servant again. Although Xu Zi Qing was diligent and eager to learn, he was a pearl in front, but the ones who came after... Thinking of those he had received before, Old Man He could only shake his head, hoping that the ancestors of the Xu family would bless him.

  Another person was Wei Qing, who also had some entanglements with Xu Ziqing. First, he unintentionally saved Xu Ziqing's life by killing the striped snake demon, and later, he owed his own life to Xu Ziqing's help. Although they didn't owe each other anything, there was still this connection between them. Wei Qing couldn't help but feel a pang of regret when thinking about Xu Ziqing's elegance.

  Although these two people have a mind to save others, the monks who are building the foundation are fighting against each other, with thousands of sword lights and rolling air waves, it is impossible to pass through them, let alone dive into the water to rescue.

  It was a tall and handsome young man standing beside him, who had already been heartbroken when he saw his younger brother lose an arm earlier. Now, seeing Wei Qing's expression change, he feared that something was wrong with him and asked: "Fifth Brother, are you in pain?"

  Wei Qing was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "It's just a broken arm, not worth mentioning, go back and pick it up." He thought for a moment, told him about Xu Ziqing's affairs, and said, "Second brother, this Xu Ziqing is of good character, if he can survive, he will be extraordinary in the future."

  His second brother, Wei Yan, who was born to the same mother as him, heard his younger brother say this and, although he had no impression of Xu Ziqing, comforted him by saying: "It's not necessarily over yet. If luck is on our side, perhaps he can survive."

  Wei Qing sighed: "I hope so."

  The two of them knew that it was just self-consolation. Xu Ziqing's dantian had been broken, and he was already seriously injured. The cold lake water would be fatal to him. Even if he managed to survive being washed ashore, the secret realm would likely have closed by then. At that time, he would have no cultivation base, and it would be impossible for him to survive inside the secret realm, let alone make it until the next opening.

  Xu Ziqing soon lost consciousness and died in the water, contrary to everyone's expectations. His body gradually lost its vitality, became heavy, and slowly sank into the dark lake bottom, turning into a pile of rotting matter.

  But unbeknownst to outsiders, deep beneath the lake was a whirlpool where the water currents were treacherous and living creatures avoided it from afar. Xu Ziqing's consciousness had already been lost, but he was swept in, circling around several times before suddenly plummeting down!

  Originally, deep in the whirlpool, most of the lake water was rolled up and couldn't sink, leaving a vacant space. This vacant space was connected to a stone cave, and Xuzi Qing fell straight down, landing right at the entrance of the inclined tunnel outside the stone cave.

  There was also water accumulated here, but it was very shallow, and still cold. Xu Ziqing lay there and soaked for a while, and soon his eyebrows were already frosty. If this continued, he would not be able to survive for long and would freeze to death.

  However, heaven has mercy on him, today is the day when the whirlpool falls once a month according to the secret boundary law. Suddenly, the water pillar fell from the sky and hit the ground violently, just pouring into the stone cave, and Xu Ziqing was washed into the stone cave! Xu Ziqing's body was out of control, being swept up the slope by the powerful impact force, which threw him heavily into the air, and later when the momentum dissipated, Xu Ziqing was flung into the air again, and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

  As a result of these experiences, Xu Ziqing's neck had a red rope flung out, and the eagle egg wrapped in his collar was also exposed. The blood he spat out was quite good, some of it stained the eagle egg, and some fell on the ring hanging from the red rope, instantly shining brightly. Xu Ziqing lay stiffly on the ground, motionless for a long time.

  After a long time, the eagle's egg cracked open, and the bird began to chirp. The little boy who had been crouching there also started to stir.

  Xu Ziqing was swept away by the white-clothed man's sleeve, and as he spun around in mid-air, his five senses suddenly recovered. He suddenly came to a realization that he had woken up.

  His eyeballs rolled under his eyelids, and Xu Ziqing vaguely remembered that people who had slept for a long time couldn't suddenly open their eyes. He slowly lifted his numb and weak arm to cover his eyes. The light was indeed very irritating, and he endured it for a while before slowly opening his eyelids, gradually getting used to the brightness at this moment.

  He let his arms drop, and Xu Ziqing lay down again, feeling that there was no place on his body that didn't hurt. After struggling for half a day, he finally managed to prop himself up with his arms and slowly sat up.

  Fortunately, although the pain still exists, it has not worsened, so presumably no bones are broken. But where is he now?

  Xu Ziqing looked around with difficulty, only to see that he was lying on a lush green grassland, with distant flowers blooming like brocade, and many trees standing tall. He took a deep breath, and it was full of fragrance, the spiritual energy here was more than ten times denser than in the secret realm! It seemed that every breath brought a surge of spiritual energy, without the need for any attraction at all!

  It wasn't until the vital energy flowed into the spiritual root but couldn't accumulate in the elixir field that Xuzi Qing suddenly realized.

  His dantian has been crippled, even if his spiritual root is still there, he can no longer cultivate... unless there's a dan medicine that can rebuild his dantian, otherwise, everything is over.

  At this time, for Xu Ziqing, it was naturally impossible.

  That cultivation was like an illusory dream.

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