Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Only a few of them were left. They gathered around Yang Xuan and looked at him with concern. There was a slight trace of anxiety between Ning Zifeng's brows.    

    

"What should we do about Commander now? Mr Yang's Qi is unstable. If we drag this on, I'm afraid his life will be in danger!" Lin Xiaotian, who had never experienced this stage, was at a loss as to what to do next.    

    

At this moment, the Qi on Yang Xuan's body was falling at a terrifying speed.    

    

From the peak of the Third Stage to the Early Third Stage, then to the Second Stage, and then to the First Stage.    

    

Just as his cultivation was about to dissipate and become a mortal... He suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his aura suddenly increased dramatically. He had returned to the peak of the Third Stage, and it seemed like he was trying to break through to the next realm.    

    

Just as he was about to break through the bottleneck and enter a new realm, his aura started to descend once again, and it seemed very chaotic.    

    

Such a situation happened again and again, causing Ning Zifeng's heart to tighten. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.    

    

Seeing this situation, Chen Sancao let out a long sigh. He said to the two of them, "Sigh, outsiders can't help the inner demon. He can only rely on himself to overcome it. What outsiders can do is at most help him calm down. "    

    

As he spoke, Chen Sansi extended his hand and gently pressed it on Yang Xuan's shoulder. Immediately after that, an honest and honest Spiritual Force was released from his hand and transmitted into Yang Xuan's body.    

    

This Spiritual Force was very effective. It only stabilized Yang Xuan in an instant. The Qi on his body gradually stopped at the second layer and stopped moving.    

    

Ning Zifeng, who was beside him, looked at Chen Sansi with joy. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Commander, for your help!"    

    

Chen Sansi slowly shook his head and waved his hand. He said, "It was just a piece of cake. What happens next will depend on his own fate and willpower."    

    

Ning Zifeng nodded and turned to look at Yang Xuan. He kept praying for Yang Xuan in his heart.    

    

"You have to survive this..."    

    

No one knew when it started, but Ning Zifeng did not seem to have the same temperament as he did in the beginning. He slowly accepted Yang Xuan after getting in touch with him.    

    

Right now, there seemed to be two voices in his mind, constantly talking.    

    

One of the women's voice was very gentle and warm, while the other man's voice was very hoarse and gloomy.    

    

"You have to care about this and that all day long. What does this have to do with you? You cultivate for yourself, not for others! "    

    

"Let's leave this place now and go to Lo Capital to have some fun for two days. We'll leave this place before Zhou Fengmiao arrives and continue our lives. Isn't that good?"    

    

The male voice spoke in an agitated tone. His tone was filled with dissatisfaction towards Yang Xuan's actions. He was only thinking about how to take care of himself.    

    

Then, the female voice sounded again.    

    

"As an Immortal cultivator, you have more power than an ordinary person. Why don't you use this power in a meaningful way? The path of cultivation is incomparably broad, so why is it so limited? "    

    

Two consecutive questions hit the heart, causing the male voice to fall silent for a moment. Then, he immediately changed the topic and started quarreling fiercely.    

    

Yang Xuan also understood at this moment. This was the collision of two types of consciousness in his mind. One represented his own good self, and the other represented the world.    

    

As the two voices continued to argue, the aura on his body was also fluctuating non-stop.    

    

When the male voice gained the upper hand, his cultivation base would continue to dissipate. When the female voice gained the upper hand, his cultivation base would begin to rise again.    

    

However, even after figuring this out, Yang Xuan was still very puzzled.    

    

He consciously controlled his thoughts and leaned towards the male voice's idea. His cultivation base was indeed declining. Even if he was going to become an ordinary mortal, he would not have the slightest intention of stopping.    

    

Yang Xuan once again tilted his thoughts towards the female voice.    

    

Sure enough, his cultivation base kept rising, but in the end, it stopped at the peak of the third level and could not take another step forward.    

    

He even felt the shackles, but he could not break through them no matter how hard he tried.    

    

Yang Xuan didn't know what he was going to do now, and he started to feel confused.    

    

No matter which consciousness he followed, it didn't seem to be the right path.    

    

After pondering for a moment, Yang Xuan suddenly thought of something and his heart trembled.    

    

Right, why must he follow the thoughts of the two of them and not follow his own heart?    

    

The moment he thought about it, Yang Xuan's mind immediately quieted down. Their voices seemed to have never appeared before, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats.    

    

What was the purpose of Immortal Cultivation?    

    

The first thing that Yang Xuan needed to solve was this core problem. As long as he understood this problem, the rest of the problems would be solved.    

    

He began to slowly recall.    

    

The reason why he started cultivating was to find his parents. Even now, this thought was still very strong and clear, and it had never changed.    

    

But as his path of cultivation progressed further and further, this very pure goal seemed to have been added with layers and layers of shackles.    

    

He had the power that he didn't even dare to think about before. Now, his cultivation base had reached the height where he could dominate the entire Qingzhou City. However, he felt that he wasn't as happy and pure as he was back in the small courtyard.    

    

At that time, he was carefree and carefree. When he was free, he would read books, sweep the floor, and water the flowers. A day passed just like that.    

    

And now, he would always face all kinds of dangers and troubles. He didn't even dare to say for sure that he could still live like this tomorrow.    

    

As this thought became more and more vigorous in his heart, Yang Xuan began to reminisce about the time in the small courtyard. He crazily wanted to return to the past.    

    

At this moment, in the outside world, Ning Zifeng, who had just thought that Yang Xuan had calmed down, immediately felt his heart rise again.    

    

"What's going on? Why is it starting to fluctuate again?"    

    

Yang Xuan, who was sitting quietly in front of him, started to dry up at an incomparable speed. He still looked so young, but when he closed his eyes, he felt... The person sitting in front of him seemed to have turned into a dying old man.    

    

The expression on Chen Sansi's face started to become complicated. His eyes kept blinking, as if he was thinking about something.    

    

After a moment, Chen Sansi said in a deep voice, "He can't take it anymore. The heart demon has become unfocused. When he wakes up again, he will become a mortal."    

    

After saying this, Chen Sansi let out a long sigh and walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.