He walked to the third door and continued to practice with the door-pushing method.

"Several seniors, how far do you think I will reach to the fourth realm?" Zhang Ji polished his qi, blood and thoughts every day. Although he had reached 360, they did grow further every day.

"The heavy rain is like ink, and the metal and stone are like red."

"Qi and blood store yin, and thoughts show yang."

Tongtian Old Demonic Way.

"How to understand?" Zhang Ji was very curious.

"The Qi and blood in the four realms form a river, and the thoughts are mountain."

"Think about it, the vast river is deep and unstoppable, the water surface is like ink, and the still water flows deep, which is the yin of qi and blood."

"The mountains stand in the sky and the earth, attracting the thick yang energy, flowers, plants and trees, and prosper continuously. This is the thought of showing the yang."

"There is yin in yang, and there is yang in yin. Yin and yang are mutually generated, combined, complement each other, and complement each other, which is the way to practice." The old demon Tongtian patiently gave advice.

Zhang Ji recalled the huge rainstorm between heaven and earth, and it looked like black falling from a distance.

Often, heavy rains that reach this level are full of strength and hurt when hitting people.

Such heavy rainstorms can quickly converge into a river and surging endlessly.

As the saying goes, gold has no foot-redness, and red gold is extremely rare. Only by allowing every piece of your thought to condense the color of foot-redness, nurturing yang energy, and transforming into mountains can you inherit the opportunity of all things and be reborn.

Zhang Ji, who had some understanding of his heart, pushed the third stone gate and felt something.
Chapter completed!