Yang Chen was completely gambling. He was gambling. The cold air above the misty mountain could not explode without limit.

After all, the yin and yang power between heaven and earth is generally balanced.

Especially hundreds of years ago, after the arrival of the Dharma-Ending Age, such terrifying yin energy rarely appeared on the mountains, rivers and earth.

Even if there is, it is hidden deep in the earth and will not appear easily.

He had reason to believe that after these cold air burst to a certain extent, it would gradually recede.

Fortunately, he won this time.

It was around seven o'clock in the morning, and the cold outside gradually dissipated.

The cold force that continued to invade Sun Zhilan's body gradually faded away.

At this time, Yang Chen had reached his limit. If the cold air continued to invade, even he himself could only choose to give up Sun Zhilan. After all, if he continued to absorb it like this, he would have to explain it here.

Fortunately, when my body reached its limit, the cold air gradually dissipated and the sun on the top of the mountain gradually rose.

Yang Chen was able to use the warm sunshine to continuously absorb the pure yang energy that was revived in the sky.

With the infusion of these endless streams of pure yang energy, the pure yin power in Yang Chen's body was gradually neutralized by the yang energy and turned into the purest central power.

At this point, in just one night, all the pure yang power in Yang Chen's body was completely transformed into a new internal force of Zhongzheng and peacefulness.

His cultivation level has completely stepped from the peak of a top master to the innate realm that his old man said.

At this point, Yang Chen has gradually lost the body of a mortal and began to jump to a new level of life.

"Innate Realm!"

"Is this what the old man said innate realm?"

“It’s a bit different indeed.”

At this time, Yang Chen felt that his steps were extremely light and an unparalleled vitality burst out from his body.

If he had been able to live to about 130 years old before, he would not have a big problem now, he would not have a big problem if he lived to be 200 years old.

Speaking of which, Yang Chen doesn’t know how old he is so far.

It seems that since he was taken back by the old man when he was very young, he was already old and about to be idled when he was raising him on the mountain.

However, now that he is in his early twenties, he still looks like he was many years ago.

It seems that there has been no change in the years.

Every year when I see him, it seems that I will die, but every year, the old man looks lively and seems to be more energetic than the young man he is.

At that time, Yang Chen couldn't understand why this was happening.

But now, when he felt that the unparalleled vitality in his body was surging, he understood everything.

"hehe!"

"A terrible old man."

"It seems that I'm afraid that all the younger generation of people will die, and he is still alive."

With such strength, it is no exaggeration to call him an old god.

Little do they know that now I am gradually entering the ranks of so-called "gods and immortals".

Looking inward, feeling the internal force that has gradually condensed into liquid in the Dantian. Yang Chen felt an unprecedented power from his body.

His five senses were also constantly radiating towards the surroundings at this time. Even if he closed his eyes, he could clearly feel the environment within a certain range.

"Is this the legendary innate realm?"

"I'm not bullying me!"

"The old man once instructed that when my cultivation level reaches the innate realm, I can go back to the mountain."

"At that time, he will tell me some inside story about his parents."

"It's time to go back to the mountain now."

"I don't know if the old man would be surprised to see me so soon?"

Soon, the kitchen door opened.

A strong sweet smell suddenly came from outside into the carriage.

Sun Zhilan, who had been waiting for a long time, turned into a lightning bolt and suddenly penetrated into the kitchen.

"Starting to death!"

"Brother Yang Chen, let's start dinner!"

"Haha, eat!"

Yang Chen smiled faintly and lifted the lid.

Under the metal lid, there are still four familiar dishes and one soup.

However, at this time, Sun Zhilan had already moved her index finger. She picked up her rice bowl and swallowed it voraciously, ate it in the wind.

After last night's incident, both of them had some shadows in their hearts about the strange temples on the misty mountains and rivers.

The snow outside has already passed half of the car door.

Yang Chen took some effort to barely open the car door.

Soon, a cold air outside penetrated into the RV.

The cold wind on the top of the mountain was strong, and the snow had not melted much without the sunlight.

It seems that winter has completely entered this misty mountain.

"Donor Yang, Donor Sun!"
Chapter completed!