Chapter Fifty-two: Black Lotus

  Boundless thunder, flashing lightning, rumbling thunderclap, frightening the timid heart, and also inspiring the strong heart.

  Ji Tian was unaware of how long he had been asleep, but a powerful force continued to nourish his heart and soul, making him feel that his spirit contained vigorous vitality.

  Endless thunder revolves around itself from time to time, injecting a touch of vitality into itself.

  Is it still the same ghostly body, in which a strange existence is felt within oneself, and one's sea of consciousness is full of masculine power? That golden power is constantly being absorbed by the sun in the sky, and then swung down by the sun, forming a cycle. It is this cycle that gives oneself immense power. At the bottom of the sea of consciousness, a dark and cold force gathers, forming a black ocean. The mountains of resentment, fear, and murderous intent sink into the darkness at the bottom of the sea, but they have not subsided, and one can still utilize these powers.

  Ghosts are still ghosts, but they have become immortal ghosts. Although they only have the pitiful Tianxian realm, they are also immortals! These are not just the bodies of yin gods, but also have their own yang gods. As long as their heart and spirit move, they can condense a physical body for themselves.

  This is the wonderful place of the ghost fairy, can be transformed into a fantasy, can condense into a real body, it's just that there is no heavenly ghost born with the divine power to shuttle through the void.

  The primordial spirit of the quiet sky stirred, striking out with a series of seals, large tracts of spiritual energy were drawn in by himself out of thin air, coalescing into a black Daoist robe that he wore on his body.

  He muttered to himself: "This demon dragon should have successfully transformed too."

  Slowly weaving through the lightning, heading towards the magic dragon.

  In the distant sky, a young child was seen sitting amidst lightning, staring blankly.

  Jian Tian couldn't help but laugh secretly when he saw that this demon dragon was actually still a young child, despite its age.

  The demon dragon saw a strange Taoist approaching, with a familiar feeling on his body. In a soft and gentle voice, he asked: "Who are you?"

  Jing Tian was stunned at first, but then he suddenly realized. It turned out that when he was a ghost, he had been shrouded in a black mist all along, and it was really hard to see his face clearly under normal circumstances.

  Originally wanted to pick up the magic dragon, but unexpectedly, although it looked like a young child, it was actually over a thousand kilograms.

  That demon dragon struggled and transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang giant dragon, swinging its tail towards the silent sky.

  "The demon dragon is me!"

  That demon dragon stared at Ji Tian with a pair of big dragon eyes and exclaimed in an excited voice: "It's the master!"

  Ji Tian bitterly smiled and said: "How come your transformed shape is so small!"

  "I don't know why either, maybe it's because I was too young when I died, now I can only transform into this form, how embarrassing! What should I do!"

  Ji Tian burst out laughing and said: "I'll teach you a transformation technique, just change your appearance a bit."

  "Really, great! Hurry up!"

  The demon dragon transformed into a rough and burly man according to Jing Tian's method, with a face full of whiskers.

  The demon dragon patted its own majestic body and said: "This is more in line with my image, how powerful and strong!"

  Ji Tian helplessly said: "How... Alas! Now that you've already stepped into the Immortal Dao realm, you can be considered a cultivator, and should have a name."

  The demon dragon thought for a moment and said: "I think I was surnamed Ao in my previous life. Please give me a name, Master."

  Ji Tian Dao: "Ao, with a proud and arrogant aura, it's fitting for this surname. I hope you'll proudly roam the vast expanse of the sky, so let's call you Ao Cang!"

  Ji Tian and Ao Cang walked towards the mountain top one after another.

  As they approached the summit, the lightning grew denser, but it seemed to possess a spiritual quality, always slipping past them. After passing through the layer of lightning, what entered their field of vision was a variety of plants that amazed both of them, a scene teeming with life. A small cluster of unknown grass emitted an aura of vitality, its jet-black color somewhat strange, but it gave off an extraordinary fragrance.

  Ao Cang stretched out his hand to touch the small grass, and a cool breath calmed down his restless heart. It was just a clump of grass, with nine leaf blades branching from the base, growing tall and slender, like a cluster of wild grass.

  Ji Tian swept his divine consciousness over it and said, "Dinghuncao, don't touch it. It can only live in places with dense yin energy, and it needs the nourishment of countless life forces and spiritual powers."

  Dinghuncao has leaves but no stem, absorbing the cool air between heaven and earth, having a calming effect on the mind and soul, able to temporarily settle the wandering soul outside the body back into the body.

  Ji Tian gazed at the strange plant, in front of him a single stem of only nine sections of Ming bamboo, jet black and glossy, with an eye-catching radiance. The Ming bamboo used the bones of gods and demons as its foundation, and was nourished by the souls of gods and demons.

  "Tiān Chí, this water is so strange, it has too many negative feelings, like a deep abyss of death, a withering feeling... Ah, my spiritual energy is draining away!"

  Ji Tian rushed forward, casting a series of restrictive spells to pull Ao Cang back from the edge of the Heavenly Pool. His entire body was surrounded by an aura of death, and his life force was constantly draining away.

  "Concentrate your mind and calm your spirit. Forget about that vortex that devours life energy, cut off this thought."

  Ao Cang's whole body trembled, and beads of sweat the size of beans continuously rolled down from his forehead. Under Ji Tian's constant calls, he finally showed some improvement.

  "In the quiet depths of his heart, he thought: 'This is a strange and eerie pool of water, capable of directly controlling another's soul. Is there anything in this world that can make one fear for themselves?' He quickly dispersed his divine sense, probing towards the pool water."

  His consciousness was suddenly swallowed up by the deep water, as if it had been locked in by some kind of power.

  At this time, Ji Tian's sea of consciousness shook violently, a black shadow rose from the depths of the sea of consciousness and rushed towards that strange pool of water.

  The spirits of fear, the pool water seems to have a kind of innate attraction to these spirits.

  The spirit of fear slowly sank to the bottom of the pool, continuously absorbing its power.

  This is the spirit of fear, why did it suddenly leave its own control, and why can it still absorb the vitality and strength from it, and that strange pool water almost sucked out Ao Cang's vitality.

  Is the spirit of fear because of its own fearless thoughts about that pool water, it should be that this pool water and the previous encountered Tan Water both have a bewildering effect, and it is more severe, it can make one's thoughts come true.

  The quiet mind suddenly stirred, and the vengeful spirit emerged from the sea of consciousness. However, this vengeful spirit did not burst out of the sea of consciousness, but still presented a half-dead scene.

  That vengeful spirit slowly sank into the sea of consciousness.

  Jian Tian slowly focused on the spirit of fear that sank to the bottom of the pool.

  The spirit of fear continuously absorbs the vitality from the pool water, slowly opening its tightly closed eyes, and with a mouthful of air, a large amount of black pool water is swallowed into its mouth.

  "A loud gulping sound, the black pool water entrance transformed into a stream of spiritual energy, constantly improving the physical body of fear, a flesh body was continuously condensed. Formed a nine-headed lion-like appearance, Nine Fears."

  As a large amount of pool water surged into the skull of Jiǔ Jù, his other skulls also slowly lifted up. Although the eyes on the skulls did not open, the lifted skulls continuously swallowed the pool water.

  Only to see Jiǔ Yù gazing up at the sky and letting out a loud roar, nine enormous lion mouths suddenly sucked in, swallowing large amounts of water from the pool into their maws.

  The quiet mind and spirit suddenly move, what is this?

  A strange and exotic lotus flower emerged in the continuously descending pool water.

  Twelve petal flowers, constantly rotating, continuously spewing out life energy. The white lotus root continuously absorbs the yin energy, evil energy, and killing energy from the bottom of the pool.

  Ji Tian's heart moved slightly, and the black lotus in this pool seemed to have a great deal of fate with himself. The foundation of his own enlightenment also seemed to be related to this black lotus.

  Jing Tian seemed to have also felt a call of power. He slowly walked towards the Heaven's Pool, whose water was constantly decreasing, with a bewildered expression on his face.

  In the pool of water, Jiǔ Jù let out a loud roar and a black stream of water shot towards Jiǎo Tiān.

  Jing Tian felt a refreshing coolness that awakened him from his daze, it was close, if not he would have thoroughly fallen under Hei Lian's control.

  Molien, how can I get in touch with it?

  Jian Tian was very depressed, sitting cross-legged in a location far away from the Heavenly Pool, with a gloomy expression.

  Perhaps due to the existence of karma, Ji Tian happened to be sitting around Dinghuncao.

  A continuous coolness poured into the tranquil sky of his mind, and the heart that had been bewildered by the black lotus suddenly calmed down. The somewhat floating soul also gradually settled down.

  The sky was filled with a sudden burst of excitement, as the forbidden seals were continuously broken, wrapping around a piece of Soul-anchoring Grass leaves, slowly refining them. A refreshing feeling, wave after wave, nourished his primordial spirit, which seemed to have absorbed a kind of spiritual medicine that made it stronger. A surge of soul power gradually began to rotate, enveloping his primordial spirit.

  Ji Tian tried again, this time able to approach the Tianchi within three meters, and then returned to the vicinity of the Dinghuncao to refine and absorb its spiritual energy.

  One meter, Ji Tian's maximum limit after refining a leaf of Soul Fixing Grass.

  With a ruthless determination in his heart, he enveloped the entire Soul-anchoring Grass with his primordial spirit and began to refine it. This heavenly treasure might just disappear from the world forever.

  The leaves of the Dinghuncao were constantly being refined by Ji Tian, and strange powers were constantly pouring into Ji Tian's primordial spirit.

  Time keeps flowing away, and the nine-headed snake swallows up all the water in the pool, as if it has eaten its fill, and lies down to sleep at the bottom of the pool.

  That black lotus sways at the bottom of the pond.

  As he continued to refine it, he felt that his entire sea of consciousness was shrouded by the nine illusory Soul-anchoring Grasses.