Time flowed by like water; in the blink of an eye, another three years had passed.
In the Separate Courtyard on Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau, inside the Quiet Room.
Yang Zhengshan circulated the Azure Wood Longevity Scripture, azure light coiling around him like rippling waves, each surge stronger than the last.
After These Years of expansion and refinement, the liquid magic power in his dantian Qi Sea had now grown extremely abundant, leaving only a hair's breadth between him and the bottleneck of the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
Just as he was cultivating, he suddenly sensed once again that his Soul Crow had been crushed. With a slight probe, he discovered that it was still Xuan Zhen summoning him.
Once his magic power completed a full great circuit, Yang Zhengshan immediately projected his consciousness onto the Soul Crow.
It was still that dim cave, still that old Daoist in Daoist robes.
"Something happened?" Yang Zhengshan asked.
"Mm. Something happened, and it's something major!" Xuan Zhen said, his expression grave.
"What major matter? Is Mo Xuanyu preparing to make a move against Lianxin Valley?"
Mo Xuanyu had come to Lianxin Valley almost ten years ago. For these ten years, he had been setting up the Yin-Baleful Blood-Baleful Great Formation, and by now the Yin-Baleful Blood-Baleful Great Formation was already complete. It was about time for him to take action.
However, Xuan Zhen denied Yang Zhengshan's guess. "No. Another Blood Pool Deacon has appeared!"
"What do you mean?" Yang Zhengshan did not quite understand.
"Mo Xuanyu is a Blood Pool Deacon of the Yin Ghost Division, and over here, aside from Mo Xuanyu, there is another Blood Pool Deacon. Moreover, this Blood Pool Deacon seems to command no small amount of power!" Xuan Zhen explained.
Yang Zhengshan was slightly startled. By now,