However, Situ Nan told him that the Nascent Soul stage is a mutation of the Nascent Soul. During this process, the Nascent Soul will become bigger and bigger, but the body won't change. Only when the Nascent Soul leaves the body will it become like this.
Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the ground and took out his gourd. He took a big gulp and began to cultivate to break through to the mid stage of Foundation Establishment.
The reason he cultivated here was because Situ Nan said it would help him recover.
Time slowly passed by. In the blink of an eye, the qualifiers of the foreign battleground had reached their final deadline. As early as a month ago, many cultivators had arrived outside the Jue Ming Valley. They were either looking for the best place to enter the valley or wandering around the nearby market.
As more and more cultivators arrived, the area outside of the Jue Ming Valley became more and more lively. Naturally, there were people fighting each other.
Within a thousand miles of the Jue Ming Valley, there were many markets because of the grand event that happened once every 100 years. It has to be said that the opening of the foreign battleground meant that most of the cultivators in the State of Zhao had gathered here.
These markets basically became the largest trading market in the State of Zhao every hundred years. In these markets, there was an endless stream of cultivators from various sects. It was very lively.
Many materials and magic treasures that were rarely seen in the past appeared one after another.
On this day, countless cultivators gathered outside of the Jue Ming Valley. They were all from large and small sects in the State of Zhao.
Aside from those from the big sects, most of them were gathered together in a disorderly manner. Aside from those from the small sects and clans, most of them were loose cultivators.
These small sects, families, and vagrant cultivators didn't have the right to enter the foreign battleground. They were all here to see it. It has to be said that the foreign battleground only opens once every 100 years. Apparently, the moment it opens, a large amount of spiritual energy will leak out from the passage. Just taking a breath of it will be several times better than normal.
Seeing that the opening of the Jue Ming Valley was about to arrive, everyone in the market found a place to stay and waited for the opening.
On this day, the sky was cloudless. The sky was like a blue silk hanging from the sky. The noon sun shined down and the surrounding temperature slowly rose.
Soon, the surrounding temperature became extremely hot, but the cultivators outside the Jue Ming Valley did not care. They all stared at the entrance of the Jue Ming Valley without blinking.
Experienced cultivators all knew that noon today was the time when the Jue Ming Valley would open.
If one were to look at the entire Jue Ming Valley from the sky, one could see that it was completely shaped like a gourd. The mouth of the gourd was the exit of the Jue Ming Valley. There were two towering peaks there, and there was a small path between them. At the end of the path was a huge octagonal formation.
At this moment, the array suddenly lit up.
Not far away, the Nascent Soul cultivators of the demonic sects were gathered together. The moment the formation lit up, they all looked over. Teng Huayuan's skinny figure was among them.
His eyes were filled with excitement and murderous intent as he stared fixedly at the formation in the tunnel.
The array grew brighter and brighter, and eight people slowly walked out of it.
Teng Huayuan's eyes revealed a look of disappointment. He waved his right hand and took out a black flag. He pinched it and the soul fragment sealed inside disappeared.
When the cultivators of the State of Zhao saw these eight people walk out, they immediately began to discuss among themselves and point at them.
"They're coming out! Look! Usually, the first sect to come out is most likely to lose their qualification. I wonder which sect it is this time."
"Eh?
Why are there so many people this time? According to past practice, the first sect to come out is the one with the least number of people. "
"They came out. I saw Zhou You. He is a disciple of the Piao Miao Sect …"
"The Piao Miao Sect also failed in the qualifying competition last time, and they failed again this time. It looks like these righteous sects are nothing special. If it was my Futian Sect, we might even be stronger than them."
"Brother Zhang, the highest cultivation level in your sect is only at the early stage of Core Formation. The Piao Miao Sect could just casually send out their ancestor and destroy you. If you ask me, the reason the Piao Miao Sect lost this time is because the demonic sect disciples are too strong."
At this moment, of the eight great sects, aside from the Terminator Sect, who didn't receive a token because their Nascent Soul cultivator had died, the ancestors of the other seven sects had all arrived.
At this moment, the ancestor of the Piao Miao Sect, Xin Hai, had a gloomy expression as he silently stared at the exit of the Jue Ming Valley.
At the exit, the eight people from the Piao Miao Sect all walked out with strange expressions.
Seeing the dense crowd of people outside and the occasional chatter, the eight people's faces turned red and they dejectedly walked next to Xin Hai.
Xin Hai suppressed his anger. This time, he had put in a lot of effort and sent out 25 disciples. Among them, there were three late stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and eight mid stage Foundation Establishment cultivators. Although the rest were early stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, he had sent out a lot of treasures. This time, he had made up his mind to qualify no matter what. But now, out of the 25 people, only eight survived.
Xin Hai looked at the eight people. At this moment, Shangguan Yun, who was standing to the side, smiled and said, "Brother Xin, it doesn't matter if you don't qualify. Speaking of which, the cleanup of the foreign battleground is very dangerous. In the past, it would be good if one out of ten people could survive, so brother Xin doesn't need to worry about it. Isn't it just a hundred years?"
Xin Hai coldly smiled and said, "Brother Shangguan, you don't need to be sarcastic here. A loss is a loss. The Old Man won't go back on his word. The Old Man will naturally abide by the agreement between us." After saying this, he stared at the eight disciples and said in a low voice, "Your eldest senior brother is dead?"
One of them knelt on the ground and said in a low voice, "Ancestor, they are all dead … … Aside from us, all the other disciples are dead."
The other seven also knelt down with fear on their faces.
Shangguan Yun coldly smiled in his heart, but on the surface, he showed a pitiful expression and shook his head.
Xin Hai coldly smiled and said, "So many people died. Good, which sect did it?"
The first disciple who knelt on the ground hesitated. At this moment, Xin Hai waved his hand and immediately, a light screen covered the people of Floating Mist Sect.
Shangguan Yun looked up and sneered in his heart.
After blocking other people's divine sense, Xin Hai signaled the disciple to speak. The disciple opened his mouth and quickly transmitted his voice. After Xin Hai heard it, he was startled and a cold light flashed in his eyes. After a while, he coldly snorted and said, "Stand behind me. I want to see who exactly he is." After saying this, he waved his hand again and the light screen disappeared.
Shangguan Yun suddenly said, "Brother Xin, why didn't Xu Mei fellow come?"