Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Chapter 271 270. What is the way of heaven?

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

On the front line against chaos, due to the plan of a certain guy named Song, the Taiqing Miaoxuanzong monks who specialize in formations could only urgently adjust the base of the formations.

Otherwise, it would not be able to withstand the supply of spiritual energy required by the Tongtian Altar.

Their movements are extremely fast.

In just a few days, a giant altar with a height of ninety-nine feet and an area of ​​nine acres was built.

Each layer of its material is made of shimmering white jade, which is said to be the essence of spiritual crystals that can only be produced by giant spiritual veins.

Each step is also carved with mountains, rivers, vegetation, the sun, moon, stars, and birds and animals.

We all know that once something reaches a certain size, it will have inexplicable divinity, not to mention that the Heaven-Bearing Altar itself allows monks to communicate with heaven and earth.

The sacrificial altar built by Feng Chan, the emperor of the mortal world, is even just a simplified version of this thing.

And just after it was built.

Song He, who had absorbed the harmonious power of tens of millions of preface grass, was already sitting on the top of the altar, wearing a black armor.

Sitting here cross-legged.

This armor is not bulky at all. Instead, it fits quite well. It even feels like a tight suit. On the smooth surface like a mirror, there are lines of spiritual patterns disguised as patterns flowing on it.

Densely packed, covering the entire armor.

Like a shooting star streaking across the dark night sky.

This thing is the "Mo Helmet" of the Mo Sect. To put it bluntly, it is a robe close to the level of an immortal treasure. With this thing on your body, it will not be a problem to receive the earth vein aura of a region head-on.

Wearing it, you can swim in the chaos and have fun.

But that's not all.

Its most important function is actually the spirituality inside.

The spiritual power is so strong that even the consciousness of heaven can help Song River filter and purify it, eliminating the power of assimilation.

also,

There was also a table made of fairy jade sitting under Song He's buttocks. It looked very inconspicuous, like an ordinary futon.

But in fact, it contains spiritual veins injected into it by successive generations of monks from the Shenji Sect. To put it simply... there is almost endless spiritual energy in this thing.

Not far away, there is an unfolded mountain view.

The mountain was extremely majestic, a jade fairy mountain that seemed to be connected to the sky and the earth, plunging into the vortex of thick clouds.

It is the mountain scenery of Kunwu Mountain that the ancestor of Xian Yun Zhenren painted when he came to this world, which embodies the power of Kunwu Mountain.

Further away, there is a set of ancient bronze chimes, with real zodiac spirits suspended above them beating, emitting thick and vast bells.

In addition, there are drums made of Kui Niu skin, the True Nine Pills of Supporting Spirits held in Song He's mouth, the upside-down Tianji Talisman that turned into a sky curtain, a sword cultivator doing a war dance, and a side of clouds and mist higher up in the sky. flag.

At this moment, there are as many as eight pieces of immortal treasures alone.

All blessings were given to Song He.

If it were normal times, Song He would probably be ecstatic and feel the power of these immortal treasures. Unfortunately, at this time, his whole body and mind were already placed in the altar beneath him.

The white harmonious power emanating from his body was like substance, flowing from the highest point downwards, soaking the entire altar in this great power.

The beautiful bell sound drives the surrounding zodiac chimes and kui drums.

Three completely different sounds magically converged together, turning the power soaked in the altar into white mist extending outside.

It seemed as if it was trying to fill up the world divided by the Soku Unsen Banner.

Of course, Song He actually didn't know all this.

His consciousness has already extended upward infinitely.

It's like rising up like a cloud.

It penetrated deep into the clouds, passed by a group of god-transforming monks standing on the clouds, continued upward, and penetrated deep into the crack in the sky created by the Tianji Sect monks.

Finally, he passed through a thin film and reached a mysterious space that neither mortals nor monks could penetrate.

His consciousness, or spiritual body, was covered with jade-colored rings from his neck to his arms to his ankles, jingling as he moved.

Stroll slowly.

There was a thick cloud and mist all around.

In other words, it was black energy, wisps after wisps running across it like mountains, each wisp was big enough to make Song He feel his body and mind tremble.

Even a tiny wisp can easily crush it.

Even though he has disguised himself as "Heavenly Dao", even though these black qi don't have any malice, they just flow quietly.

But facing such an environment, there is also some instinctive fear, like a brand engraved in the bones.

Before formally carrying out this plan, Song He also asked questions about the way of heaven - for example, what should the consciousness of the way of heaven be like?

What should he do after coming into contact with the consciousness of Tiandao?

Regarding his question, the Yuanying monks all gave different answers. For example, the Yuanying of Taiqing Xuanmiao Sect said that the heavenly path she once saw was composed of endless formations.

That is the formation pattern that can keep the entire world running.

The mystery is so profound that I will never forget it just by looking at it.

The monks of the Tianqing Sword Sect said that the way of heaven is a sword. Under the sword, whether it is ordinary vegetation or immortal cultivators like them, they are as small as dust.

The monks from the Shenji Sect and the Mo family said that the way of heaven is like an extremely sophisticated machine, and every part and gear axis is full of beautiful charm.

Two of my senior brothers said that the way of heaven is like a tree, each leaf carries billions of living beings, and the fruit is a complete small world.

As for other sects, they also have music, true spirits, and the like.

In short, there is one sentence: the way of heaven is invisible, whatever you think it is, that is what it is.

There is a direct relationship between the path you practice and your knowledge.

So what does the way of heaven I know look like?

Song He, who was walking inside, felt a little uneasy, and then suddenly felt a softness under his feet, as if he had stepped on something.

"Um?"

Song He jumped up immediately.

This is not a wilderness, but a space of heaven. There should be no living things here except yourself...

unless.

He boldly looked under his feet, and then he saw a round guy lying on the black ground.

That thing looked like it had soft hair, exactly like a glutinous rice dumpling, and there was (maybe) a three-leaf bud growing on the top of its head.

It may have been woken up by the Song River, its buds were trembling, and it was staring at the Song River with a pair of eyes filled with countless colors - without a trace of emotion in them.

Indifferent and lofty.