When the essence of gods and demons in Ye Feng's body was consumed by nearly 30%.
"Crack!"
A tiny crack appeared on the surface of the seed.
Then, a new emerald green peeked out from the crack.
It sprouted!
Ye Feng felt happy and continued to increase the transmission of source power.
The emerald green began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Branches sprouted, leaves scattered... In just one stick of incense, a small sapling about three inches tall, emitting bright green light and with a simple shape appeared in the palm of his hand.
The saplings exuded a cool and peaceful atmosphere, which cheered up Ye Feng's spirit which was a little tired due to the huge consumption.
"It's done!"
Ye Feng let out a sigh of relief, his eyes flashing with light.
The next step is the last and most critical step - to refine into the sea of consciousness!
He sat cross-legged, with his mind united, and slowly guided the soul-restraining tree seedling to the center of his eyebrows.
This process is extremely dangerous.
The sea of consciousness is the most fragile and core part of a monk, and cannot tolerate any foreign matter.
Even if this soul-suppressing wood is naturally capable of calming souls, refining it into a life-giving object is tantamount to operating a knife on the heart.
But Ye Feng has enough confidence.
His dragon soul origin is extremely powerful.
"Buzz——"
The moment when the soul-destroying tree seedling touched the center of his eyebrows.
An indescribable pain instantly swept through his entire soul.
Ye Feng snorted and his face instantly turned pale.
The origin of the dragon soul was activated, turning into a golden divine dragon, and took the initiative to wrap up the soul-suppressing tree.
"Give me...melt!"
The power of the Dragon Soul began to merge with the peaceful and suppressive aura of the Soul-Suppressing Wood.
This process is long and painful.
A stormy sea arose in Ye Feng's sea of consciousness.
The golden and green light intertwined and collided crazily.
I don’t know how long it took, when the sun outside had risen in the east and set in the west several times.
Within the cave.
Ye Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, was shaken violently.
His closed eyes suddenly opened!
In the deepest part of his sea of consciousness, the golden divine dragon transformed from the origin of the dragon soul was currently entrenched on a towering tree that exuded the aura of eternal suppression.
The dragon and the tree merge perfectly into one, no longer distinguishing each other.
An unprecedented feeling of stability and indestructibility came from the depths of the soul.
Ye Feng felt that his soul had turned into an independent world, and the soul-suppressing wood was the Optimus Pillar in this world. From now on, any attacks against his soul or illusions of inner demons will be suppressed and weakened by more than 90% by this soul-suppressing tree!
"Hahaha..."
Ye Feng couldn't help laughing loudly.
With the comprehensive upgrade of the Sky-Splitting Stone, the God-Devil Suppressing Prison Body, and the Soul-Suppressing Wood, the cultivation level in his body that had already reached the critical point due to absorbing the origin of Taiyin could no longer be suppressed.
Boom!
A powerful aura, centered on him, exploded, shaking the entire cave.
His cultivation bottleneck was instantly broken!
Overcome the sixth level of tribulation!
Feeling the power of the stars in his body that was several times stronger than before, as well as his body and soul that were extremely stable, Ye Feng slowly stood up, with light shining in his eyes.
"The Nether Demon Palace and his team have gained more than they imagined."
He stretched his muscles and was getting ready to leave.
However, at this moment.
His heart jumped suddenly.
An inexplicable throbbing came from between heaven and earth.
This throbbing comes from an extremely distant place, but it is inextricably linked to this world.
It felt like the aura of the entire world was slowly flowing away in a certain direction in an extremely obscure but irreversible way.
Ordinary monks cannot detect this change at all.
But Ye Feng, possessing the power of his origin and his soul connected with the soul-suppressing wood, has an incredible sensitivity to the laws of heaven and earth.
He immediately closed his eyes and sensed it carefully.
Soon, he "saw" it.
In the center of the continent, that area is known as the Holy Land of Cultivation, superior to all sects. An invisible web of laws covering the entire continent is slowly tightening.
Countless invisible auras, fortunes, and even the spiritual thoughts that monks unconsciously emit during cultivation were quietly stolen and gathered by this big net, and then sent to the deepest part of the Holy Land.
"All spirits unite in the God-refining formation!"
The name instantly appeared in Ye Feng's mind.
Xiao Wuhen once said that the "All Souls Gathering into One God Refining Formation" in the Holy Land is not a protective formation at all. Its real function is to steal the spiritual energy and even the original souls of monks across the continent, gather them into the ancestral veins of the Holy Land, and use them to... feed a thing!
Now, the operation of this formation has obviously accelerated.
"Is the 'thing' you are feeding... going to be born?"
Ye Feng's brows frowned tightly.
What kind of terrifying existence would it be to allow the Holy Land to risk the disapproval of the world and use the creatures of the entire continent to feed it?
He had a strong premonition.
A storm big enough to sweep the entire world of cultivation is about to come.
"Holy Land..." A cold light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, "It seems that I have to go there."
Making up his mind, Ye Feng no longer hesitated, his body flashed, turned into a stream of light, and flew straight towards the center of the continent.
The wind is blowing fast, and the mountains and rivers are turned upside down.
Ye Feng is now at the sixth level of Tribulation Transcendence. Coupled with his understanding of the power of space, his speed is three points higher than that of ordinary Tribulation Transcendence cultivators in the late stages.
The closer you get to the central area of the continent, the more obvious the feeling of sluggishness that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been invisibly sucked away.
On the way, some of the cave heaven paradises that were full of aura seemed to lack aura. And those areas with thin spiritual energy have almost turned into ordinary places, and they can no longer feel any spiritual energy.
"What a grand gesture, what a vicious formation." Ye Feng felt secretly in his heart.
This kind of boiling a frog in warm water has continued for countless thousands of years without anyone noticing. The Holy Land's methods are really thorough.
Three days later.
Ye Feng stopped in front of a huge city called "Wangxian City". Wangxian City is the last city before entering the territory of the Holy Land. This place is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, gathering monks from all over the world.
If you want to learn about the Holy Land, this is the best choice.
Ye Feng calmed down his aura, put on an ordinary blue gown, and walked slowly into the city gate like an ordinary wandering monk.
The scene in the city made him frown slightly.
Different from the bustling and lively scene he imagined, Wangxian City at this moment was enveloped in a depressing and tense atmosphere. The monks on the street were walking in a hurry, and most of them had alert and uneasy expressions on their faces. Many shops have their doors closed, looking like they are out of business.