Different from the use of the Purple Bamboo within Dayan Mountain, the Petrification Art that Ding Yan was currently using was in full force, attempting to petrify the white python, whose strength still exceeded his own. Not to mention the white python's strength, just its massive body was not something simple for Ding Yan to deal with.
The elemental power surged, and the illusory picture in front of Ding Yan became clearer and clearer.
Above the drawing, there is a Taiji fish pattern.
The Taiji symbolizes the conversion of yin and yang, the essence of distorted matter. On the outside, there are five talismans, representing the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
Among the three Daoist skills that Ding Yan is currently studying, petrifaction is the most profound, because petrifaction is not simply a low-grade Daoist skill. Once petrifaction is cultivated to an advanced stage, it can reverse the five elements and change yin and yang.
When it reaches the stage of reversing the five elements, petrifaction is no longer a low-grade Daoist skill, but a middle-grade Daoist skill. At the same time, it is no longer called petrifaction, but the Five Elements skill. After becoming the Five Elements skill, its power can reverse the five elements, turning water into fire, and becomes unpredictable.
And when it reaches the point of reversing yin and yang, this skill becomes a high-grade Daoist skill, transforming yin into yang.
Ding Yan's petrifaction skill is still in its initial stage, temporarily petrifying the opponent's attributes, and it is not permanent.
As petrifaction is performed, the pressure felt by the white python increases.
Finally, the python roared and made the first move.
His demon pill rose and struck towards Ding Yan's unfinished petrifaction skill. Looking at the demon pill, it was surrounded by swirling demon energy, seeming to reveal a beautiful and magnificent illusion of the fairy world.
"Demon energy solidifies, this demon's strength is almost close to forming a body." After a moment of thought, Ding Yan understood why the demon was determined to kill him.
The white python's strength is close to forming a body.
For demons, forming a body is no easier than for human cultivators. Each step of a demon's cultivation is extremely difficult, and without the assistance of spirit medicine, the process of forming a body is likely to fail. That's why the white python has been guarding the lotus leaf and peach for hundreds of years in the Jiulong Mountains, but in the end, it has inadvertently benefited Ding Yan.
With a wave of his sleeve, Ding Yan took a step back.
"Petrify!"
The illusory figure instantly shattered, and an inexplicable gray force spread along the demon pill. The demon pill closest to the figure was immediately affected by this force. The front part showed signs of petrification, and the swirling demon energy showed signs of fainting.
The white python was both astonished and angry, its roar revealing a hint of fear.
After all, it is a demon, and it simply cannot understand the existence of Daoist skills.
The gray force continued to spread, and the giant white python's body visibly changed color at a rapid pace. Its tail had even turned into a stone color.
Bang!
The demon pill in the air had completely transformed into a stone ball, crashing to the ground with a loud noise.
The white python let out a mournful cry, attempting to retreat, but it just discovered that its lower body had completely lost sensation. Looking down, it found that the back part of its tail had turned into a stone.
Losing balance, the white python collapsed to the ground.
The gray force continued to spread.
Ding Yan descended slowly.
At this point, the white python's body was almost completely petrified, with only the head, relatively intact.
Struggling to raise its head, the white python looked at Ding Yan, its eyes showing a hint of a will to survive. Gradually, as its consciousness dissipated, the white python lifted its head and let out a mournful cry. The gray force finally engulfed the white python's head, and the giant body turned into a stone sculpture, crashing to the ground, life extinguished.
This is the world of cultivators!
The white python, in its cultivation throughout the years, had no idea how many weak beings it had devoured. Its current cultivation level was almost entirely built upon the lives of those weak creatures.
Ding Yan walked over, picked up the fully petrified demon pill from the ground, and tucked it into his sleeve.
There were no sighs or regrets.
With a wave of his sleeve, Ding Yan's figure disappeared into the thicket in a few steps...
After practicing for a thousand years, he had long been accustomed to such killings and rules.
After leaving the Jiulong Mountains, Ding Yan took a step in the void, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the distance.
He had been in the mortal world for sixteen years.
The tokens for entering the mortal world by the major sects were sent every ten years. In other words, he had already spent the time when the next token would be sent in the mortal world. However, Ding Yan was originally a wandering immortal, and entering the mortal world did not bind him as much as those Qi-refining disciples. As long as he was willing, he could stay in the mortal world for a hundred years.
"Jianjing... Chen'er should have left by now..." in the void, Ding Yan glanced at the city below, without stopping at all, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the direction where the former Zhao country was.
Half a day later.
Above an unnamed small village.
"Here..." Ding Yan halted his figure.
"Someday in the future, I will step onto the pinnacle of this world and make all these people tremble at my feet..." A confident voice echoed in Ding Yan's memory.
Here was the Mo family village, the hometown of Mo Feifan, the first disciple of the Lotus Valley.
After a moment of silence, Ding Yan slowly landed, gathering his energy to appear like an ordinary person.
The fall of the Zhao country had no impact on the Mo family village because of its extremely remote location. The only road leading out required crossing several mountains, making it unreachable by the fires of war between the two countries.
The main road of the village was a narrow cobblestone path, bearing the marks of time, with moss growing in the cracks, exuding an ancient atmosphere. At the end of the path was a stone-built house, with a wooden door and two lanterns hung on each side. Due to the erosion of rainwater, the characters on the lanterns were already blurred, faintly showing the outline of the character for "longevity."
"Go away!" an old voice came from the main hall inside the house.
Outside the house, a few middle-aged men in their thirties were gathered, holding various tools such as shovels.
"Grandpa, you shouldn't be so stubborn. Feifan has been away from home for so many years, if he wanted to come back, he would have come back long ago. In my opinion, Feifan is probably dead..."
"Shut up!"
There was a stern shout from inside the house, followed by a burst of hurried coughing.
It took a while to calm down, but the speaking voice still sounded out of breath.
"The things in the ancestral home are extraordinary. None of you are allowed to move them."
"Old man, don't provoke me. I have put in a lot of effort to find this place. When it comes to treasure, I am determined to get it. Don't make me angry, or I will burn down your Mo's Village!" The scar-faced man who had not spoken before finally spoke up.