ian of the main hall was a cultivator surnamed Zhang, leaning back in his chair and snoring. There was a pot of tea on the table beside him. Judging by his age, he had probably given up on the immorta...The shadow of the Qingluan was reflected on the stone walls of the cave dwelling.

Qin Sang bathed in the green light, his breath long and then fell into a deep silence.

The Qingluan's celestial form slowly flapped its wings, circling above Qin Sang's head. Its beautiful radiance shimmered.

In a short while, a drum-like ringing echoed within Qin Sang's body, as if his flesh and blood, and even his bones were trembling together. A surge of powerful Qi and Blood erupted outwards.

Within the cave dwelling, purple-red light surged forth rapidly, flickering with all manner of mysterious runes. Faint shadows of banners seemed to materialize, for the protective formation surrounding the residence had been struck, and its power was being unleashed.

Qi and blood surged.

The Qingluan Dharma Form flapped its wings faster, rearing its head and letting out a deafening roar, as if about to break free from this confinement and soar through the heavens.

Unfortunately, good times don't last.

Qin Sang's breath surged to a certain extent and then faltered, falling into a stagnation after the continuous rise. It was difficult to maintain for a short period before gradually declining.

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Then, the azure light on Qingluan's dharma form also dimmed, its aura becoming depressed. Finally, it transformed into a streak of azure light and entered Qin Sang's body.

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Gradually calming the surging qi and blood, Qin Sang opened his eyes and muttered, "I failed..."

A butterfly's shadow flickered, the Tianmu Butterfly flew back from the cave entrance. Sensing her master's low mood, it gently brushed Qin Sang's face with its wings, the only way it could comfort him.

Qin Sang's eyes quickly regained their brilliance. Looking at the Tianmu Die who was trying to comfort him, a smile appeared on his lips. He raised his hand, allowing the Tianmu Die to land on his fingertip, and took out a Yinghua Dan.

In the past, as soon as Qin Sang took out the Yinghua Dan, the Tianmu Butterfly immediately tried to pry it from his finger.

Qin Sang didn't give it to her immediately, and Tianmu's eyes were instantly covered in a layer of mist.

At this moment, the Heavenly Eye Butterfly seemed not to have seen the elixir. The Heavenly Eye pattern on its wings kept staring at Qin Sang. Its eyes flickered slightly, as if observing Qin Sang's expression to make sure his mood had recovered before carefully refining the Ying Hua Dan. It then flew gracefully onto Qin Sang's shoulder.

In fact, this failure was within Qin Sang's expectations. He had just reached the peak of the fifth layer mid-term of "" a few days ago and impatiently tried to break through without being fully prepared.

Tianmu Butterfly's emotions were low because of her master, Qin Sang comforted her for a while and reminisced about the breakthrough process.

Though unsuccessful, there are still gains to be made.

"The venom juice is still plentiful, the breakthrough shouldn't be too difficult," Qin Sang thought to himself, his figure flickering and appearing outside the cave dwelling, flying into the eye of the qi."

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The shadows in his pupils had been purged, leaving only the poisonous fruit, suspended in mid-air.

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Compared with decades ago, the luster of the poisonous fruit has dimmed and shrunk. The skin is wrinkled and somewhat shriveled, as if it had been dried by the wind and lost its moisture.

Due to Qin Sang constantly drawing out the sap and without new flower dew replenishing it, the poisonous fruit became like this.

The potent poison within the toxic fruit propelled Qin Sang's rapid progress in a short amount of time, nearing a breakthrough.

At least until the poisonous fruit pulp was depleted, his cultivation speed would not slow down. Such an achievement was undoubtedly awe-inspiring in the eyes of anyone.

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Qin Sang skillfully drew out a drop of liquid, sealed it in a jade bottle, and withdrew from the acupoint.

Just as he was about to return to his cave, he suddenly stopped and turned his head towards the direction behind the flower field, the depths of the altar.

He has reached a bottleneck. No matter how hard he practices, there is no further progress to be made. It would be better to take this time to explore the arena of healing.

Exploring various strange visions might bring inspiration and help you break through.

Qin Sang made a decision, but he didn't act hastily. He first returned to his cave dwelling to stabilize his cultivation and then summoned the talisman altar, releasing the fire jade centipede. He took out a Qingfrost Pill.

The first one's danli has already been digested by the Fire Jade Centipede.

The elixir enters the stomach.

The Huoyucun scorpion's expression was similar to last time, its entire body curled up, resisting the onslaught of dan force in pain, desperately seeking a chance to break through.

This time, the fluctuation of Huoyu Centipede's breath was stronger than last time, but unfortunately it still subsided in the end and was not successful.

"We're in the same boat," Qin Sang shook his head, retrieving the Fire Jade Centipede from the talisman altar. A shadow flickered across his eyes.

After taking two doses of the fire jade centipede pills, there was no qualitative change. If this continues, even if he takes a third Qingfrost Pill, it is unlikely to be successful.

Qin Sang frowned, deciding to select a few secret arts from the True Classic of Panhu and focus more on the Fire Jade Centipede.

After several days, Qin Sang walked out of the flower field and, along the path she remembered, went deep into the governing altar.

Thousands of crimson gold spirit needles came into view.

Qin Sang returned to the place where he last met Mo Xingdao. He carefully observed the reflection in front of him. As long as he figured out the reason for the refraction here, he should be able to pinpoint the location of the Chijin Lingzhen.

Floating before the reflection, the crimson spiritual needles in the reflection were close at hand, some even brushing past Qin Sang's nose.

Even though the Red Gold Spirit Needles are confirmed to be reflections, the threat they bring is very real.

A razor-sharp aura emanated from the crimson spiritual needles. Countless in number, they were unable to harm their target, resulting in a stalemate that lasted for an unknown number of years and continues to this day.

Each type of two-color spirit needle numbered in the millions, attacking each other. At the center, they faced each other head-on and then melted away together.

To rush in is to experience the pain of a thousand needles.

Qin Sang's eyes gleamed, silently operating the Heavenly Eye divine ability. After observing for about an incense stick of time, he suddenly stepped into the needle sea.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of a needle piercing the air filled my ears instantly, coming from all directions at once.

Qin Sang's pupils shrank suddenly. A golden spiritual needle came flying towards him, about to pierce his right eye.

His right eye throbbed with pain, Qin Sang's heart pounded wildly, yet he showed no intention of dodging or resisting.

“Whoosh!”

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That golden spiritual needle pierced directly into the right eye's pupil. The pain reached its peak but then vanished abruptly.

Qin Sang was unharmed. The spirit array pierced through Qin Sang's skull, reappearing behind his head and continuing towards the opposite red spirit needle.

Meanwhile, the other needles piercing Qin Sang's body were doing the same, passing through him as if he were not there at all.

"Indeed, it's a reflection..."

Qin Sang thought to herself.

That kind of stinging sensation was too real. Even if someone else had seen through it, they wouldn't dare try it lightly.

Qin Sang paused for a moment, then continued forward, moving within the needle sea unharmed.

He changed direction and entered the opposite red needle area. After observing carefully for a while, Qin Sang let out a soft cry of surprise. He had walked out of the needle sea, and a patch of auspicious clouds appeared before him.

“This...”

Qin Sang frowned, somewhat puzzled.

The reflection of the Vermilion Spirit Needle definitely wouldn't appear here for no reason. It must be a special kind of illusion, yet he didn't notice anything unusual even after passing through the needle sea.

Qin Sang turned around, gazing at the sea of needles, lost in thought. Then, amidst the auspicious clouds, he sat cross-legged, allowing the Tianmu Butterfly to land on his shoulder. With a secret technique fueled by his own blood essence, he exerted all his strength to activate his divine abilities.

In his vision, the crimson gold spirit needles had changed. He no longer saw them as individual needles, but rather as trails of moving needles, forming threads of crimson and gold in mid-air.

The thread was densely woven, like countless strings of a harp.

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Then, the silk thread also gradually faded from Qin Sang's eyes. It wasn't that the Red Gold Spirit Needles disappeared, but rather that Qin Sang intentionally ignored them, eliminating all distractions and peering into the truth through the reflection.

Under the stimulation of the witch clan's secret arts, the heavenly eyes on the butterfly wings and Qin Sang's eyes both turned blood red, emitting a demonic glow.

As the silken veil dissipated, the void lay bare before him, seemingly devoid of all things.

Gradually, Qin Sang revealed a knowing smile, took back the Tianmu Butterfly and returned to the needle sea. He swiftly traversed the space and arrived at the center of the needle sea.

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Two spirit needles converged here, Qin Sang ignored them, raised his right hand, and slid it vertically through the void.

Fingers glided across, leaving behind traces like whispers. It was as if a rift had opened in the void, only to vanish in an instant.

Qin Sang, lost in thought, summoned the Qingluan form without hesitation.

With the Fa Xiang absorbed into his body, Qin Sang's strength surged. His mind focused on the Buddha Seal, and he unleashed a powerful palm strike.

"Boom!"

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Void tremor.

The sea of needles rippled like water waves, and where they converged, a void appeared abruptly, like a door. Qin Sang immediately twisted his body and squeezed into the fissure, and strangely, he vanished into thin air.

The sea was calm, and the needles were as they always were.

Moments later, Qin Sang suddenly reappeared, staggering backward several zhang. He looked disheveled and as if he had been forcefully ejected from inside.

After stabilizing himself, Qin Sang stared at the spot where he had just entered, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

Stepping through the reflection into reality, all they saw was darkness. Neither he nor Tianmu Die could see anything and were pushed out by a powerful repulsive force.

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Both Fa Xiang and Fo Yin had emerged, displaying their utmost strength, yet they still couldn't stand firm there.

Fortunately, the force of repulsion won't hurt anyone.

Qin Sang pondered for a moment, then once again blasted open the Gate of Reality.

Entering time and again, being driven back time and again. In the court of governance, there was no rest day or night, as if tireless.

Although each visit was brief, his persistent efforts eventually yielded new discoveries.

His eyes gradually brightened, and the last time he was pushed out, it was accompanied by laughter.

Qin Sang retreated all the way to Xiangyun, looking at his own palm, circulating spiritual power and sketching in mid-air.

Several runes appeared at once.

Each rune seemed incomplete, barely pieced together, yet it was one of the most complex runes Qin Sang had ever seen.

The rune transformed into a black disc.

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The pitch-black board was as deep as a black hole. Qin Sang examined it carefully, placing his left hand upon it. The moment his palm touched the surface, a circular imprint appeared.

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Feeling the rune imprint, Qin Sang secretly nodded, "As expected!"

This incomplete rune was his only harvest in the darkness. He didn't know its origins or purpose, but with the help of the rune, Qin Sang felt a vague sense, as if it came from the depths of the ritual platform.

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He speculated that the reflection here was caused by these runes being severed, and another part of the runes reflected the image there through a special connection.

Following the connections of the runes, perhaps we could find the Red Gold Acupuncture Needle. It would undoubtedly be simpler than searching everywhere.

Qin Sang, pleased with the result, sat down and began to recover his strength. Once fully restored, he followed the faint connection into the depths of the treatment chamber.

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The arena of governance is deeper and more dangerous than imagined, filled with the unknown.

The farther Qin Sang walked, the harder it felt. He was always ready to use his Dharma Aspect and Buddhist Imprint, but even then, sometimes he had to disregard danger and try many times before he could barely get through an illusion.

Each dangerous experience broadened Qin Sang's horizons, and every new illusion was a novel experience.

One month later.

Qin Sang entered a long corridor where all sorts of strange creatures roamed, which he slaughtered along the way.

The third month.

Qin Sang entered a stone forest and was attacked, but he never saw the enemy's appearance from beginning to end.

Having paid the price of injury, I have discovered some rules and walked out of the stone forest with difficulty.

The sixth month.

Qin Sang entered a piece of land, but encountered a strange monster composed of water attacking.

Creatures come in all shapes and sizes, devoid of sentience, like puppets. When destroyed, they do not vanish but merge with their kin, augmenting the strength of the collective.

This time, Qin Sang lingered for nearly a year, trying to bypass it. But he always came back, only to be defeated by the final monster each time.

Finally, with the help of Tianmu Butterfly, I found a weakness in the monster and set a trap to pass this level.

The second year's end.

Qin Sang arrived in an empty space.

As soon as he entered the space, a heavy pressure came down on his head. A massive, dark yellow stone appeared out of thin air and crashed down.

No matter which direction you come from, you cannot avoid the boulders.

Qin Sang's whole body was dazzling with cyan light, his hands raised high, his muscles bulging, he struggled to hold the giant stone, and took a difficult step forward.

>With every step, the boulder grew heavier.

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One step, two steps...ten steps...one hundred steps...

Qin Sang's arms were trembling, and his face was flushed.

'Boom!'

The boulder suddenly sank.

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With a sudden bend of his arms, Qin Sang narrowly avoided being hit by the boulder. He roared in anger, blood surging, and miraculously managed to lift the boulder with sheer force.

At the same time, Qin Sang's eyes blazed with a fierce light. He abandoned his forward charge and retreated backward in an instant.

This retreat directly brought him back to the Flower Field, his first return to the cave abode in two years.

Back in the cave dwelling, Qin Sang couldn't wait to sit down and practice his martial arts.

Several days later, a loud phoenix cry echoed from within the cave dwelling, and the turbulent blood energy almost broke through the protective formation.

Chapter 5 of "The Heavenly Demon's Refining Body" enters its later stages, Success!

Qin Sang looked up at the Qingluan Dharma form, pondering for a long time.

Entering the later stages, the Qingluan dharma form had solidified a bit further, but it hadn't undergone the true transformation Qin Sang had expected. It didn't truly coalesce into a real dharma form.

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The gap between the Nascent Soul and the Void Refinement stages is like a chasm, not something that can be bridged by just one cultivation technique.

However, the improvement in both Dharma Aspect and physical body brought about earth-shaking changes for Qin Sang.

Now that he's facing Xiahou, he will definitely not be as embarrassed as last time. Even if Xiahou is at his peak in both forms.

At the same time, Qin Sang confirmed a long-held guess. The true role of the Dharma Phase phantom in the Divine Transformation realm was not to increase combat power, but to allow cultivators to glimpse the path of the Dharma Phase, which would be greatly beneficial for future breakthroughs.

He is still at the stage of knowing that something is so but not knowing why. But with continued progress, he will surely have an epiphany.

After the breakthrough, Qin Sang stabilized his Qi and blood, then shifted his focus to the Yuan Shen Yang Jian Zhang. It was time to raise his realm.

There's no need to rush the next stage of cultivation.

Qin Sang had enough strength to continue delving deeper, and could devote some energy to both cultivation and searching for the path to ascension.

Five years later.

Qin Sang once again left the cave dwelling and entered deep within the healing altar.

This time, he heaved the boulder and effortlessly reached the opposite bank.

As I had been here several times before, the following few illusions were also passed smoothly, arriving at the illusion that had stopped him last time.

After several attempts, they were driven back.

Qin Sang couldn't help but frown. The methods he had come up with over this period of time seemed to be useless.

After a moment's thought, he was preparing to try again.

Just as he was about to step into the dream, he suddenly froze in place, his eyes filled with surprise.

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Within the Purple Mansion, a sword cry rings out!

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(The End)target.He didn't have the intention of killing the two elders, so he didn't bother with any strategies. He decisively activated the sword formation, unleashing its full power. Taking advantage of his...