Dao Tower Nine Refining, by now, Ling Yuan had already completed it twice, and now this time was the real third refining.
In fact, Ling Yuan's daily practice, although he was also constantly tempering his soul and body with mantras, it could not be regarded as refining the Dao Tower, it could only be regarded as polishing himself.
For Ling Yuan, all those polishing were to make his soul body stronger and more flexible, and to prepare for every sacrifice.
The Dao Pagoda had a total of nine sacrifices, of course, this was what Ling Yuan knew now, in fact, whether it was the only nine times, he himself was not sure.
I've been practicing for decades now, but I've only just done it for the third time.
And every time the sacrifice is completed, his strength will inevitably have a leap forward.
More importantly, every time during the sacrificial process, Ling Yuan could feel that the connection between himself and the Shingon Dao Pagoda had become even closer.
This process, just like adding water to lime, is still distinct at the beginning, lime is lime, water is water, but after a while, after a period of stirring, then lime and water will be completely fused together.
At this time, there is no distinction between you and me.
The sacrifice of the Dao Pagoda is to finally be able to completely integrate the Shingon Dao Pagoda with oneself, to the point where there is no distinction between you and me, and finally the person is the tower, the tower is the person, and all the power belongs to oneself.
At that time, Ling Yuan would not need the Truth Word Dao Tower, because he himself was a Truth Word Dao Tower, which was the place where the Truth Word was located.
It's just that the form of the two is different, the Dao Tower is always a foreign object, but the soul and body are their own.
After placing a layer of prohibition in the room he was in, and telling the villagers not to disturb him if there was nothing to do, Ling Yuan began to act.
At this time, he sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands pinched, and placed on his knees.
From his body, all of a sudden, mantras flew out one after another, and these mantras were different from those he used in battle, because the mantras used in battle were all ancient silver.
But at this moment, these mantras are all yellow, and one by one, the mantras seem to fly directly from each layer of the Mantra Dao Tower, as if it is the most central mantra in each layer of the Dao Tower.
The nine big yellow mantras were surrounding Ling Yuan's body at this time, slowly rising and falling.
And when Ling Yuan began to urge the Sacrificial Refining Method, the word Zhen in it suddenly moved, only to see it suddenly flash, and the next moment it flew up directly, submerging into his body from Ling Yuan's Baihui Acupoint, and disappeared.
But this silent movement made Ling Yuan feel as if he had been hit hard, and a sharp pain came from the top of his head, as if a sharp sword had suddenly pierced through the middle of his head.
Then, his whole body immediately felt a burst of explosion, as if someone was holding a sky-shattering hammer, and it began to pound rapidly in every part of his body, on every trace of soul.
At such a speed, it seemed that hundreds of millions of heavy blows fell in an instant, and in less than a breath, Ling Yuan's body and soul that had been tempered many times had already been hit to a thousand points and became extremely fragmented.
The pain that Ling Yuan experienced at this time was beyond his words, but what was even more painful was that in such a state, he had to remain sober enough.
Only in this process, constantly experiencing all this, can he more clearly understand the power of the Dao Tower.
It's a brutal reality, like you know what it's like to smash a hammer down on your fingers, but you have to force yourself to take the hammer in your left hand and smash it down to your right hand.
Ling Yuan naturally didn't know what kind of scene this was, but he understood better that if he wanted to become stronger, he had to do it, otherwise, this tower would always be a dao tower, he would always be himself, and his strength would never be able to enter the next realm.
In order for himself to be stronger, for himself to be able to stand at the pinnacle in this cultivation realm, and even more so to pursue the many answers that he had always wanted to know in his heart, Ling Yuan knew that he had to do so.
One by one, the mantras continued to enter Ling Yuan's soul body in turn, hammering and crushing his soul body until it was too small to be any smaller, and then began to restore them again, hammering them over and over again, tearing Ling Yuan's soul body apart and reuniting it over and over again.
And in this process, the power of these mantras continues to increase, and the frequency becomes faster and faster, and Ling Yuan at this time is walking on the edge of hell every moment.
Ling Yuan didn't know that there was no hell in this world, but in his mind, even if there were, I was afraid that going to hell would be much better than feeling at the moment.
At this time, if someone was beside him, I am afraid that he would be able to see Ling Yuan's state at this time.
His body had almost completely disappeared by this time, and where he was sitting, only a cloud of yellow light was spinning rapidly, so fast that it seemed as if it was not rotating at all, as if there were only nine mantras left there.
But in fact, they had never been still, and Ling Yuan's body was repeatedly appearing, disappearing, reappearing, and disappearing at this time Such a process is a process of destruction and rebirth, and every destruction is for a stronger rebirth, and every rebirth will become more powerful.
Every time he refined, he was bound to completely burst out the most powerful power of the Truth Word Dao Pagoda and cast it on Ling Yuan's body all at once.
This kind of strength, it is conceivable, it is only the third time now, if it is the stronger he is in the future, every sacrifice after this will inevitably be a greater challenge.
If he really can't support it at any point, I'm afraid his footsteps will stop here, and he will never be able to advance an inch from now on.
Therefore, Ling Yuan has always known that he must have firm beliefs, no matter what difficulties and setbacks he encounters, he must move forward without regrets, because there is a cliff behind him, and he has no way to retreat.
This is his Dao heart, unstoppable, never giving up what he is pursuing, no matter how painful and desperate he is in the process, he can't stop himself.
As long as there is the slightest wavering, then he will collapse like a tall building, and he will never be able to stand up again.
The process of refining the Dao Pagoda was not only sharpening and tempering his soul body, but also testing his Dao heart.
This is something that only those who have experienced it can understand, and only the truly strong can persevere.
And Ling Yuan naturally didn't want to be a weakling.
The road ahead is difficult, we must strengthen our beliefs and move forward all the way to the end.
Although Ling Yuan's soul body was in the midst of continuous destruction and rebirth, he was in a very strange state at this time.
It seems that he is an independent consciousness, looking at everything in front of him at the moment, and even the faintest feeling in this process will be clearly and even magnified to him.
While he watched his soul body reorganize and destroy, he saw that behind his body, the shadow of the Truth Word Dao Tower was becoming more and more obvious.
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The Truth Dao Pagoda appeared behind him, although it didn't seem to be much taller than Ling Yuan's body, but at a glance, this Dao Pagoda seemed to be able to support the entire heaven and earth, and in front of it, Ling Yuan was as insignificant as dust.
The vicissitudes of the ancient tower, under Ling Yuan's gaze at this moment, are getting closer and closer to Ling Yuan's body, and the mantra that keeps flashing seems to be pulling the mantra tower and Ling Yuan's soul body closer and closer at this moment.
Some kind of strange fusion began between the two, and it was impossible to tell whether the Dao Tower was integrated into Ling Yuan's soul body, or Ling Yuan was integrated into the Dao Tower, and at this moment, the two were in this silence, slowly touching each other.
With a "boom", Ling Yuan's peculiar consciousness only felt that he was suddenly pulled into a certain body by a huge force, where it seemed to be completely in nothingness, and there was a void under his feet, but above his head was a brilliant starry sky, and countless stars were slowly turning.
Each of these stars seemed to be very close to them, and any one of them seemed incomparably large, as if they were within reach, but as if they were particularly far away, as if they had exhausted all their time, and they could not get close to those stars.
The most peculiar thing was that when Ling Yuan walked in this void, the stars above his head were actually moving with his own pace.
It was as if the starry sky was his crown, moving with him.
But just as he wanted to take a closer look, he suddenly left this place again and reappeared outside his soul.
However, at this time, Ling Yuan saw that the speed of his soul body's destruction and rebirth was getting slower and slower, which also showed that his sacrifice this time was almost over.
And the Truth Dao Tower, at this moment, has coincided with his soul body, and it is no longer as tall as before, and it is only about half the height of Ling Yuan at this moment.
Many of the overlaps between the Truth Word Dao Pagoda and Ling Yuan's soul body were already transparent at this time, and there were no traces of the Dao Pagoda and the soul body at all.
But there were still very few places like this, and by now, Ling Yuan had only seen such a fist-sized place on his chest.
In other places, you can clearly see the tower and the body, although they coincide together, but they are distinct.
A huge force came, and Ling Yuan's consciousness was pulled again, but this time, he directly entered his body and never separated out again
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