Chapter 27: Pressure Transformation (Part 2)

  "This is why?" Qin Yifan's imagination was somewhat different, and he felt that he had misunderstood again. Qin Yifan immediately asked for advice with an open mind.

  "When the tribulation is about to ascend, every cultivator will encounter heavenly tribulations." Lin Qiulü said this, and Qin Yifan understood it, but still didn't understand. The seniors of the sect had gone through tribulations, couldn't even the juniors talk about it?

  Lin Qiulü didn't know Qin Yifan's thoughts, and continued to speak according to her own thinking: "When one reaches a certain level of cultivation, they can clearly feel the arrival of the heavenly tribulation. Therefore, those who are about to undergo the tribulation will start preparing, finding a secluded area with few human traces, making all necessary preparations, and quietly waiting for the arrival of the heavenly tribulation."

  "It's called heavenly tribulation because cultivating the Tao itself goes against heaven, so heaven will naturally try every means to stop it. The power of heavenly tribulation is unimaginable. Once you pass through it, you'll have a bright future and ascend to enlightenment. But if you're slightly careless, you'll end up with complete destruction of both body and spirit. Every person who faces the tribulation is extremely cautious and fearful, worried that they might not be fully prepared."

  "At such a critical moment, would you be willing to let a group of people watch from the side? Use your life-and-death moment to give others an opportunity to observe and learn? Don't you fear that while you're struggling for survival, you'll also have to guard against possible attacks from behind? Human hearts are hard to fathom; even within one's own school, who would dare to entrust everything so carelessly? And as for outsiders, it goes without saying."

  "Can others figure out the location of the catastrophe? To get through the catastrophe, at least find a place with good feng shui and use it as an excuse?" Qin Yifan thought back to what he saw that day and raised his doubts again.

  "Can the cultivation that can cross the tribulation be measured by others? It's difficult!" Lin Qiulü's one sentence made Qin Yifan understand why those who claimed to be old gods in the palace also had to spend several years confirming the calculation of the land of disaster, and there was only a rough range.

  I reckon that night, I was stimulated by that person's heroic appearance, and my loud sigh of relief also startled them. My place of refuge during the catastrophe was discovered by someone at the time of the catastrophe. I guess since they saw that I wasn't a threat, they wanted to leave some things for me in the end.

  Unfortunately, the person who had been searching for a secret place to cross the calamity found that there was an old fellow underground as well. A red light flashed, which should have caused the person's mind to lose its guard. When one loses their mental guard during the calamity, it is hard to say whether they are lucky or unlucky.

  Sighing in regret, but Qin Yifan would not give up. The matter of that person had already passed for several years, now the focus should be on his own cultivation. When would he be able to step into the circle of cultivating the Way?

  As long as he persisted, there would be a breakthrough soon, and this feeling was getting stronger and stronger, just like a cultivator who could clearly feel the arrival of the heavenly tribulation. After communicating with Lin Qiulü again about her current situation, Qin Yifan returned to the lake once more.

  Soaking in the cool lake water, but the feeling in my mind has nothing to do with coolness. The bloody rain and gale, the night yaksha of Shura, the resistance in the meridians is getting bigger and bigger, and the pain of the explosion of the true yuan keeps reminding me to get into a state.

  But in an instant, all the suffering disappeared, and a beautiful illusion appeared before me. The wind was calm, the moon was full, the flowers were blooming, and the beauties were singing and dancing. Fine wines and delicacies were laid out before me, and I could have whatever I desired with just a wave of my hand.

  Although he had experienced it once, Qin Yifan was still a little dazed and almost reached out to touch the charming face in front of him, but his experience and extraordinary willpower kept him firmly in control, unmoving.

  It seems that these cannot tempt Qin Yifan, and the scenery in the fantasy changes. The vast grassland, majestic high mountains, rushing rivers, and turbulent oceans seem to have all the magnificent scenery in the world appearing before one's eyes, making it hard not to feel a sense of boundless ambition, as if reaching the peak of the mountain is the ultimate goal.

  The suddenly changing scenery, the magnificent scene, the stimulating Qin Yifan almost looked up at the sky and let out a long howl, but still managed to hold back with his extraordinary willpower. Although he had held back, he still broke out in a cold sweat, if he had let out that yell, who knows what kind of consequences would have followed.

  The old brother in the lake has changed his approach from the initial stormy weather to a higher level, using this subtle and silent way to slowly erode people's willpower. If one is not careful, the consequences are likely to be even more severe than those caused by the previous violent pressure. Has he become despicable after absorbing the primordial spirit of Yuan Qing?

  Although the scenery changed quietly and calmly, the hidden danger could only be felt by Qin Yifan, an insider. However, every time he broke through such a hurdle, Qin Yifan would discover his own significant improvement, and the feeling of growth in his cultivation made him always indulge in it.

  Even now, in the heart of the lake, Qin Yifan can persist for two weeks, and even every day without rest. Every time he finishes practicing, he always feels refreshed and full of energy.

  Although the feeling of this power's crazy growth was quite comfortable, Qin Yifan still had a thread of vigilance. Anything that grows too fast is not a good thing. He had already gotten used to his power growing slowly, and suddenly it was like a tidal wave, surging up crazily. In doing anything, one should have self-control, and mustn't become so infatuated that one can't extricate oneself.

  Forced himself to rest in the inn for a day, and chatted with Lin Qiulü about her recent progress. Lin Qiulü also performed well, and in just over a dozen days, she had actually moved closer to the inn by almost a mile, believing that it would soon be possible to move freely within the inn. Perhaps after some more time, reaching Qin Yifan's current state of mind was also a natural thing.

  Seeing Lin Qiulü's rapid progress also made Qin Yifan feel envious. He himself had spent several years to achieve this, while Lin Qiulü had only taken a short few months. Was the difference between martial artists and cultivators really that great? Or was it because of his own cultivation method and the influence of not being a child prodigy?

  Stimulated by Lin Qiulü, Qin Yifan once again arrived at the lake and jumped into the water, opening his posture and starting to work. As soon as he mobilized his true yuan, he felt that the true yuan in his body was like the Yangtze River, surging and turbulent, carrying an unstoppable momentum, bursting out from the dantian and flowing wildly along the meridians.

  The old brother in the lake seemed to have realized this situation as well. A red light flashed and a strong obstruction appeared once again.