It was just as the Turbid Tide rose, the followers of the White Sun Sect gathered at the Chaotian Sect, seemingly hosting a ritual to summon the vanished Old Sect Leader.

Ninghai Zen's eyelid twitched slightly:

"White Sun Sect, Celestial Water General's Mansion, Yihai Prefecture's Zhi Xin Temple, three forces, you're planning to fish for chestnuts from the fire, aiming for what?"

Qiu Changtian rubbed his hands together, an indomitable eagerness in his tone:

"The Five-Colored Earth Altar of the White Sun Sect, the General's Mansion's three types of fiendish powers specifically designed to break Daoist skills: 'Golden Spear and Iron Horse', 'White Tiger Roar of Destiny', and 'Mighty Power to Purge Evil', and Zhi Xin Temple's Thousand-Year Dragon-Slaying Wood.

With these three in hand, I can arrange the 'Nine Emperors Inviting Saints Grand Sacrifice', taking advantage of the chaos as the Turbid Tide rises to locate the Fallen Immortal Mansion."

Ninghai Zen grimaced as if he felt a sudden pain, covering half of his face:

"Lao Qiu, why don't you just let me head to Shangjing directly, punch the current Holy Emperor to death, then crush the Supreme Emperor with another punch to seize the Six Mysterious Divine Soldiers all at once.

Damn it, the White Sun Sect Leader is a Divine Power Giant, Zhao Pijiang has also stepped into this secret realm; the easiest target is still Master Xuanji, who's just a half-step away from becoming a Ghost Immortal.

Just the two of us, how can we pull this off?"

Qiu Changtian was full of confidence:

"I have extraordinary means, having disrupted the feng shui of Zhi Xin Temple, and also lured the General's Mansion to Yihai Prefecture to constrain the White Sun Sect.

If we do this and that, we're sure to succeed!"

Ninghai Zen lightly furrowed his brow, as he always acted with absolute certainty and would never make a move unless confident.

"The waters aren't muddled enough; let's follow the old ways, heat up the atmosphere, and then benefit like fishermen catching fish."

Qiu Changtian's eyes flashed with doubt:

"White Sun Sect, General's Mansion, Zhi Xin Temple, they're enough to turn Yihai Prefecture upside down. How do you plan to stir things further?"

Ninghai Zen didn't answer, but he considered in his heart:

"The master assassin Lao Dao from the Meridian Sword Sect should make his appearance.

Bring the Meridian Sword Sect into the fray and make the situation even more chaotic."

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Swish swish swish!

Bai Qi stepped over the fire basin, then used mugwort dipped in clear water to cleanse his body. After bathing, he then burned the clothes he had been wearing to dust.

Wearing only a thin robe, he sat cross-legged on the bed, with all five hearts facing the sky, lighting Cross-Sea Incense in the brazier. Following the rhythm of controlled breathing, the incense entered through his nostrils.

In his inner vision, the vast sea of the mind was boundless, with fierce evil Flood Dragons stirring up storms.

"This volume of the 'Flood Dragon Subjugating Yellow Springs Sutra', requires slaying over a hundred Flood Dragons in the first level. With the mind fully tempered, it can solidify into a Divine Soul.

Killing over a thousand in the second level allows the Divine Soul to hover between the real and the unreal, making artifact refining and manipulating objects twice as effective with half the effort.

Slaying over ten thousand in the third level empowers the Divine Soul to absorb and release spiritual energy, gathering Yuan Qi, significantly increasing the power of Daoist Skills, and enabling it to manifest objects and suppress through possession effortlessly.

It's indeed a top-grade Cultivation Technique, pointing directly to the Dao Skill Fourth Realm, considered a masterpiece within the martial world."

Bai Qi gathered his scattered thoughts, silently honing his mind through Meditation Visualization, gradually sharpening his spirit to slay the unrestrained and rampant fierce Flood Dragons.

This process is not a simple task that can be accomplished overnight.

The human mind is full of illusions, often breeding distracting thoughts. If not pure or determined enough, it's like the gentle breeze that at best turns the pages, but cannot grasp the book.

The step of condensing the mind is the beginning of turning illusion into reality.

Ordinary cultivators, after completing Eating Elixir and Avoiding Grain, would retreat into seclusion to reduce external interactions and prevent distractions from increasing.

Alternatively, they might seek a feng shui treasure land or wander in the natural landscapes, letting their spirit harmonize with heaven and earth, cultivating their mind little by little.

Of course, there are more brutal ways, such as taking a Nourishing Spirit Pill or lighting Calming Incense to force a state of meditation and focus through external aids.

But such growth in nature is practically negligible, and fighting against similar cultivators often leads to tremendous loss.

There are even tales of joining a Taoist Sect; with the mentorship of an elder, one may be directly guided into the void, entering the sect's secret realm for concentrated cultivation.

Such a superior environment is a richness that those heterodox loose cultivators can only envy.

"It's a pity the 'Flood Dragon Subjugating Yellow Springs Sutra' is a cultivation method and does not include Daoist Skills."

Bai Qi closed his eyes, breathing in and out, his expression calm, while the Qi Blood Power within coursed through his body, producing a rushing river sound.

His physical shell was robust, the foundation solid, able to endure intense spiritual consumption, surpassing the value of the most priceless Spirit Pills.

If He Jingfeng attempted to meditate this way, focusing and honing his spirit, he might be depleted to the last drop, entirely reducing to an empty shell.

[You have meditated once, your thoughts like the light of a firefly, illuminating the dark sea of consciousness; entry state slightly improved]

[You have meditated once, slaying ten fierce evil Flood Dragons, calming the mind and balancing the Qi; cultivation progress slightly improved]

[You have meditated once, slaying twenty fierce evil Flood Dragons, subduing the malicious heart, breaking through to the 'Great Entry' realm...]

Bai Qi's mind flowed with various insights, the illusory spirit condensed into thoughts like lustrous glass beads, all clinking and clashing, clear and melodious.

He seemed to understand, thinking:

"Meditation is divided into 'Small Entry', 'Great Entry', and 'Constant Entry'. Like forging iron, Small Entry is folding and tempering, Great Entry is quenching in the furnace, and Constant Entry is final shaping and polishing.

Only by reaching the Constant Entry realm can the spirit entirely transform into distinct thoughts, never scattered, able to consolidate into a Divine Soul."

Upon just entering the Great Entry realm, Bai Qi's five senses sharpened further, seemingly enveloping an area several feet around him, with any slight movement perceptible.

"I've already managed in meditation to slay sixty-seven fierce evil Flood Dragons transformed from distracting, vicious, and malevolent thoughts. I'm not far from breaking through the first level of the 'Flood Dragon Subjugating Yellow Springs Sutra'."