Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 360 Sitting and talking

They were completely immersed in Wu Ming's narration, as if they had personally experienced those thrilling cultivation journeys.

Everything around them became blurry, only Wu Ming's voice echoed in their ears, like heavenly music, making them feel as if they were in a fairyland and they didn't want to wake up for a long time.

Although many of them were not listening to the explanations of their senior brothers who had advanced to the Foundation Establishment Realm for the first time, every time they listened, they felt as if they were in a brand new palace of knowledge and gained different insights.

Every senior brother who has reached the foundation-building stage has different experiences and insights to share.

Some brothers focused on explaining how to accurately control the flow of spiritual energy in the body during the foundation-building process, just like an experienced helmsman who skillfully controls the course in the turbulent sea of ​​spiritual energy.

He would describe in detail the subtle feelings when the vital energy was surging through the eight extraordinary meridians, and how to adjust one's own practice rhythm based on these feelings.

Some brothers focused on sharing their strategies for dealing with interference from inner demons. They would vividly describe how they relied on their firm will and unique methods to break through the fog time and time again in the dark and deep illusion of inner demons and finally find the light.

Other brothers will explain the elixirs needed for foundation building and the precautions, under what circumstances to use foundation building elixirs, under what circumstances to use auxiliary elixirs, and how to maximize the effects of the elixirs.

Some things you need to pay attention to when building the foundation, how to make it easier for yourself to deal with the foundation, and how to increase the success rate of the foundation.

Each senior brother has a slightly different perspective in his explanation, and each senior brother has a different emphasis in his explanation, and this is precisely the key point that these outer disciples listen to diligently.

Every time these young outer disciples listened to their senior brothers' explanations, it was like planting a seed of hope on their own path to immortality, a tangible improvement in their future foundation-building. This was precisely the huge difference between sect disciples and those independent cultivators.

Being a sect disciple is like standing on the shoulders of giants. In this vast and age-old sect, countless predecessors have used their wisdom and experience to pave the way for those who come after them.

They had fought their way through countless hardships and dangers on the path of cultivation, and recorded the difficulties they encountered and the solutions they found, compiling them into precious books or orally telling them to others.

This knowledge is like a beacon, illuminating the path forward for the disciples. Each of our predecessors is like a selfless guide, clearing away the bumps and thorns on the path of cultivation, paving a broad and smooth path to heaven for those who come after them.

Later disciples only need to move forward steadily along this road, and they can avoid many detours and reach the other side of success faster.

The situation of independent cultivators is completely different. They are like wanderers groping alone in a vast dark forest, without any guidance or support.

They can only move forward with their own lives, and use their own hands to cut through countless thorns and boulders on the road of cultivation full of unknowns and dangers.

Every step was filled with hardship and risk, and every exploration could cost blood and lives. They had expended countless lives and blood before they finally found narrow and rugged wooden bridges in the thorny wilderness.

These single-plank bridges may break at any time due to the erosion of wind and rain, causing them to fall into an abyss from which there is no escape.

Therefore, these young disciples admire from the bottom of their hearts those senior brothers who are willing to share their experiences in successfully building the foundation without reservation.

They know very well that the sharing of these seniors is not just the transfer of knowledge, but also a selfless dedication and inheritance.

They are like warm sunshine, illuminating the path for the disciples. They are not only guiding lights on their own spiritual path, but also role models on their own life journeys.

Time flies, and an hour slipped away in the midst of everyone's immersion.

At this time, Wu Ming's voice, which was originally lively and vivid in describing his insights into cultivation and wonderful experiences, gradually stopped. He slowly closed his slightly open lips, ending this wonderful discussion.

All the outer disciples in the field were originally immersed in the dream of cultivation full of fantasy and hope described by Wu Ming.

They seemed to have seen with their own eyes themselves overcoming numerous obstacles and difficulties on the road of cultivation, and finally becoming a powerful man who was feared by all.

But as Wu Ming stopped talking, they were suddenly awakened from a beautiful dream, and one by one returned from that beautiful dream to the slightly cruel reality.

Everyone's face was filled with a sense of loss, and their eyes revealed endless reluctance and nostalgia, as if they had just lost something extremely precious.

Just as everyone was still immersed in this feeling of loss, Wu Ming's leisurely voice came again: "Today's discussion ends here. I hope that all of you fellow disciples can gain something and advance your cultivation to a higher level!"

This voice was like a breeze, blowing away the confusion in everyone's hearts and gradually clearing their minds.

After hearing Wu Ming's words, the outer disciples woke up as if from a dream. They straightened their bodies and the fighting spirit was rekindled in their eyes.

Everyone said in unison: "Thank you for your teachings, Senior Brother. We will not let you down!"

The voices were uniform and loud, echoing throughout the entire discussion area, as if announcing to heaven and earth their determination to practice.

When everyone saw Wu Ming stop talking, they knew that today's discussion had come to an end. So, one by one, they respectfully bid Wu Ming farewell.

Some disciples clasped their hands together and bowed in greeting, while others bowed deeply, their eyes filled with gratitude. Then, they slowly left with a slightly heavy but firm step.

As time went on, the number of outer disciples in the field decreased. After most of them had left, only three or five people remained.

These people are none other than Wu Ming’s closest friends - Wang Xiaohu, Shi Chuan, Li Fei and Zhao Xiaohai.

Wang Xiaohu was seen grinning with his big mouth, and the smile on his face was as bright as a flower blooming in the spring breeze. That smile seemed to be able to dispel all the haze and make the air around him cheerful.

His eyes narrowed into two crescents, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were squeezed together because of his hearty smile, revealing a row of white and neat teeth.

Wang Xiaohu exuded an irrepressible excitement from head to toe. His feet were like springs. He took a sudden step and rushed to Wu Ming like a wild horse.