After Su Ziyan fell asleep, the ring in his hand was shining. Suddenly, the light flashed and covered Su Ziyan's whole body. Then it flashed wildly and dimmed. Su Ziyan was still lying there, but his soul appeared in a special space.
Su Ziyan looked around, wondering how he ended up here. He was clearly sleeping on the thatched pile, so why was he here?
He thought about it and thought maybe he was dreaming.
He looked up at the sky, but it was all white and he could not see anything. Then he looked down at the ground under his feet, but he saw lush grass and blooming flowers.
Looking further ahead, the places a little further away also seem a bit white and hazy, and can't be seen clearly.
Su Ziyan walked and found many treasures, some of which were still shining.
Colorful stones and several oval piles of jade stones of various colors that are like small hills, emitting a faint halo.
The others were bottles and jars, some weapons, and some other things, which I will not introduce one by one, but Su Ziyan did not recognize these things and had never seen them before.
Su Ziyan was watching in a trance when suddenly a loud laugh was heard in the space. It sounded like the voice of an old man and kept echoing in the space.
Su Ziyan was startled and looked around quickly, but saw nothing. However, the laughter did not disappear.
At this moment, a transparent figure slowly appeared in the air in front of him. He had his hands behind his back, wearing a white robe, with loose white hair, and his beard and long eyebrows were all moving without wind.
The color becomes lighter and lighter as it goes down the lower body, until it becomes transparent, so only the upper body can be seen.
And he didn't look very old, with skin like that of a young man, if his voice wasn't old, and he didn't have a beard, and his eyebrows weren't so long and white, at first glance he really would have been a young man with white hair.
He looked at Su Ziyan steadily, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
But when Su Ziyan saw the figure that suddenly appeared, he was so scared that he fell to the ground. He looked at the figure in horror and thought he saw a ghost.
At this time, the figure spoke in an old voice, but Su Ziyan could not understand.
The figure tried speaking to him in several languages before one of them caused Su Ziyan's expression to shift.
He asked Su Ziyan if he understood, and after confirming that Su Ziyan could understand, he began to ask Su Ziyan, "Little guy, are you scared when you see me?"
Su Ziyan didn't say anything, but just looked at him in fear, thinking that the way that man addressed him was a bit strange.
The figure looked at Su Ziyan's expression, sighed helplessly, and said, "Don't worry, little guy, I won't hurt you, and the me you see is not a ghost."
"This is not a dream, this is my space storage ring. I pulled your soul in, but I don't know your name, little guy."
Su Ziyan looked at it and confirmed that the figure had no intention of harming him, so he replied cautiously, "My name is Su Ziyan."
After hearing this, the figure muttered a few words and then spoke again, "Well, let me ask you, which interface is this?" After saying that, he looked at Su Ziyan.
But before Su Ziyan could say anything, he said, "Oh, I forgot. You are not a cultivator, so you don't know what the interface is. It's useless to ask you. You are just an ordinary person. I'm afraid you don't know what the interface is. But it doesn't matter."
The figure saw that Su Ziyan didn't say anything, then smiled at Su Ziyan, and looked at Su Ziyan with a kind expression, "Little guy, do you want to practice and become a cultivator?"
When Su Ziyan heard the figure say this, he asked him in confusion, "What is a cultivator?"
The figure smiled and said, "A cultivator seeks truth from falsehood and seeks his true self. He can fly into the sky and hide underground. The higher his cultivation level, the more powerful his strength will be."
"And my life span will also be extended. By the way, my Taoist name is Ming Daozi. I am not a cultivator from this world. I am a Mahayana cultivator from the spiritual world. I am also considered a powerful person in the spiritual world."
He didn't care whether Su Ziyan could understand or not. After a while, he sighed and said helplessly, "It's just that I fought with several monks of the same level, and finally lost, resulting in the destruction of my body."
"I only have this space storage ring left. I hurriedly left behind a trace of my soul. I didn't want to completely perish, so I tore through the void and fell into this lower level interface."
Su Ziyan was confused by what he heard. He was learning secretly in school, but the teacher had never taught him these things.
Su Ziyan didn't know where this person came from, why he appeared here, and he didn't know what a Mahayana cultivator was. He only knew that this person was not from this place.
So Su Ziyan chose to remain silent, because Su Ziyan himself didn't know what to say. After all, he had not experienced these things.
Ming Daozi was not surprised to see that Su Ziyan had nothing to ask. After all, the little guy in front of him had not been exposed to these things yet, so he did not find it strange. However, it did not stop him from talking about these things.
Then he said again, "Maybe you don't know what I'm talking about, but you will understand it later."
"I have checked the properties of your spiritual roots before. You have five spiritual roots, namely gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. They are mixed spiritual roots. Although they are not very good, they can even be said to be a bit bad. You are not very fast in cultivation."
"But you can still practice, just much slower than others. However, not everyone has spiritual roots, otherwise there wouldn't be so many mortals. So you don't have to belittle yourself. Next, I will explain the theory of spiritual roots to you. After all, you don't understand anything now."
Ming Daozi paused and continued to explain to Su Ziyan, "In the world of cultivation, the best are single spiritual roots, which are spiritual roots with a single attribute, also called heavenly spiritual roots. Spiritual roots of this attribute are extremely rare, and I'm afraid there is not even one in a hundred thousand people."
"The next level is dual spiritual roots, which are spiritual roots with two attributes. The next level is triple spiritual roots, quadruple spiritual roots, and quintuple spiritual roots. In addition to these spiritual roots..."
"There are also mutant spiritual roots, namely wind, thunder, and ice. These three can be comparable to single spiritual roots, but people with these three spiritual roots are slightly more than those with single spiritual roots, and..."
Su Ziyan interrupted Ming Daozi and asked, "What is the use of spiritual roots?"
Ming Daozi saw Su Ziyan asking this and was not angry about interrupting his thoughts. He explained, "Spiritual roots are the bridge between the body and the surrounding spiritual energy. With this bridge and combined with the spell, the surrounding spiritual energy will be drawn into your body and stored."
"So for someone like you who has five spiritual roots, if you absorb five kinds of spiritual energy, your magic power will become mottled and impure, and your cultivation will be slower than that of others with natural spiritual roots. He only needs to absorb one kind of spiritual energy, so his cultivation speed will be faster."
"The realm levels of us cultivators are divided into ten realms, from low to high: Qi training, vortex condensation, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, spirit separation, out-of-body experience, fusion, tribulation crossing, and Mahayana."
"Except for the Qi Refining Stage which is from the first to the tenth level, the rest are the initial, intermediate, and final stages. Each stage will have different changes, and the lifespan, strength, and magical powers will be stronger than the last."
"After reaching the Mahayana stage, one becomes a True Immortal. I haven't reached that level yet, so I don't know what the True Immortal stage is like."
Su Ziyan was already a little moved after hearing this.
When Ming Daozi saw Su Ziyan's expression, he thought in his heart: If I wasn't afraid that it would take a long time to wait for the next person with spiritual roots, I wouldn't have told you so much. Although the cultivation of mixed spiritual roots is much slower than that of other cultivators, now with my help, the cultivation should not be very slow, and the waiting time will not be too long, otherwise my soul will perish before the day of resurrection.
Su Ziyan looked at Ming Daozi and asked him tentatively, "Then will you teach me how to practice?"
Ming Daozi smiled gently and said, "I have told you so much about cultivation, so naturally I want to teach you how to cultivate."
"It's just that it's a little difficult to practice with your current physique, and you've reached the bone age of thirteen, so I have to help you cleanse your marrow and strengthen your bones, so that you can avoid many detours on the road of practice."
"However, after I help you cleanse your marrow and strengthen your bones, I will consume a large amount of my spiritual energy, and eventually I will fall into a deep sleep."
"You are in the space storage ring now. Once you get out, it will be difficult for you to get back in, because to open the storage ring you need to reach the Nascent Soul stage."
"So I will use the storage bag to put the spiritual stones, elixirs, talismans, magic tools, magic treasures, spiritual herbs and other things you need for your cultivation in the storage bag for your cultivation. You can take them out from the storage bag when the time comes."
"When you go out later, take a bottle of Qi-training pills and the spirit stones with you. This way, even if you don't have the spiritual sense to open the storage bag, you can still have pills to practice. Of course, I also left some pills for other realms. I originally planned to reward some disciples, but now they are cheap for you."