There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

In that instant, Diwen sensed Wang Ping's killing intent and burning rage, and felt that all the fortune under this star field had been taken away, and even felt that he himself might be annihilated.

"Fate is unreliable!"

He showed no panic or fear. The instant the overwhelming wood spirit energy locked onto him, a gap opened in the void beside him. At the same time, he quickly made a hand seal with his left hand and raised his right hand upwards. In an instant, a nine-story altar, entirely black, descended from the gap in the void.

This is the 'Mountain-Suppressing Pagoda' built by Diwen using the belief in the Earth Cave Gate. He used this method in his previous struggle with Wang Ping!

The moment the 'Mountain-Suppressing Tower' appeared, countless distorted faces on the surface of the tower suddenly came to life. Each face let out a silent roar, which brought with it an incomparably heavy earth elemental energy, which intertwined in the void to form a complex earth vein map, dispersing its energy into countless branches of the earth vein map.

"open!"

As the Earthly Decree resounded throughout the starry sky, eight fissures suddenly appeared on the first level of the Mountain-Suppressing Tower. Substantial earth elemental energy surged from the fissures, condensing into eight miniature mountains in the starry sky. Each mountain carried a heavy earth elemental aura, attempting to disperse the energy lock that Wang Ping had placed throughout the network of starry sky rules.

But all of this was in vain. The surging wood spirit energy followed him like a shadow, and in just a short breath, the condensed mountains turned into bubbles. That was the simplest assimilation, which was Wang Ping forcibly suppressing with his own cultivation.

Upon seeing this, a trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the Earthly True Lord. He made a hand seal with his right hand, and the second level of the Mountain-Suppressing Tower suddenly opened. Countless Xuanhuang star sands gushed out, each grain of sand sealing a ley line of earth energy, forming a dazzling star vortex in the void.

"town!"

Stardust condensed into nine streams of primordial yellow energy, transforming into illusory mountain shadows that resembled physical entities, yet were not physical entities. Instead, they were manifestations of pure earth elemental rules. A network of earth veins appeared in the void as the mountains surrounded them, as if to transform this star field into a small world.

Wang Ping simply raised his hand, and a turquoise light burst forth from his fingertip. Within that light, the illusory image of the Jianmu tree appeared, its roots stretching out. The illusory image of the mountain was penetrated by the roots as if fertile soil were nurturing a forest. Subsequently, the energy of the manifested mountain veins became nourishment for the Jianmu tree.

Diwen Zhenjun was not in a hurry. Behind him, the phantom of the Xuan Turtle Primordial Spirit appeared, lying prostrate like a mountain range stretching across the void. Then, the array patterns on the third level of the Zhenshan Tower suddenly reversed, causing the surface of the tower bricks to seep out a rich golden spiritual light, which was the faith generated when the disciples of the Diku Sect offered sacrifices.

These rich spiritual beliefs blocked the suppressing wood elemental energy, but the energy drawn by his primordial spirit caused the earth elemental energy in this starry sky to suddenly increase, instantly locking his aura onto Wang Ping.

When he sensed the earth's presence, his consciousness momentarily went hazy. However, he was prepared. The portion of his consciousness that he had preserved in advance within the 'Mountain Suppressing Tower' transformed into a towering pillar of earth vein light that enveloped him during his hazy state. His spiritual vein body also merged with the earth elemental energy in the void.

Yet he could still sense his life force slipping away. He saw Wang Ping using his powerful cultivation to forcibly define the existence of earth elemental energy, attempting to temporarily erase his consciousness from the Five Elements rules.

He tried to stop it, but found that the earth elemental energy was being suppressed by the Jianmu tree that filled the void. At the same time, the fortune of the universe was not on his side. Then he saw the Zhenshan Tower begin to crack under the erosion of the wood elemental energy, and the distorted faces on the surface of the tower suddenly froze.

Then he saw the finely carved tile corners on the surface of the 'Zhenshan Pagoda' turn into dust, and the array patterns between the pagoda bricks flickered violently, trying to maintain the stability of the structure. However, the roots of the Jianmu tree had already drilled into the interior of the pagoda through the gaps in the array patterns. Suddenly, countless tiny protrusions appeared on the surface of the pagoda, which were traces of the Jianmu roots growing wildly on the inner wall.

Diwen glanced at the Heavenly Craftsman out of the corner of his eye and saw a massive strangulation array that spanned the starry sky, trapping the Heavenly Craftsman in place, unable to move an inch.

In the blink of an eye, he realized that his own primordial spirit and the earth vein energy of the universe were being absorbed by the expanding Jianmu world, becoming nutrients for its growth.

At this moment, Diwen sensed the approach of death. He struggled but to no avail, and no other True Lords came forward to stop him. His thoughts also stopped at this moment. But at the last moment of his life, he saw a river of time enveloping him. The next moment, he returned to the time when his own energy was locked, causing a ripple in the Dao heart of True Lord Diwen.

At this moment, the memory of the Jianmu root system penetrating his primordial spirit had not yet dissipated, but the stars in the heavens had already returned to their positions, and the Zhenshan Tower was suspended in the void behind him. The angle at which Wang Ping raised his hand was exactly the same as the trace in his memory. This was the celestial phenomenon that had been frozen a few breaths ago.

But then, he was locked onto by Wang Ping's 'Heaven-Stealing Talisman'. The wood spirit energy eroded his primordial spirit like a bone-deep infection, and the roots of the Jianmu tree penetrated his Dao foundation, devouring him bit by bit.

Before the chilling sensation of death had faded, the river of time suddenly reversed, and his consciousness was forcibly pulled back to its origin. He stood once again in the starry sky, the Mountain-Suppressing Tower had just been activated, and Wang Ping's wood spirit energy had not yet fully enveloped him.

"The River of Time? You're even more adept at using it than Huishan." Di Wen frowned slightly, his body instinctively activating earth elemental energy for defense.

However, the outcome remained the same. The roots of the Jianmu tree penetrated his defenses, and his primordial spirit was gradually devoured until it was annihilated.

He tried to change his strategy, no longer resisting head-on, but instead trying to escape. However, no matter how he tore through the void or activated the earth vein escape technique, he was eventually locked onto by Wang Ping's 'Stealing Heaven Palace'. The wood spirit energy followed him like a shadow, devouring him once again.

He roared and burned his primordial spirit, attempting to self-destruct and take Wang Ping down with him. However, his power was absorbed by the Jianmu phantom as soon as it erupted and turned into nourishment.

Death has come again.

The fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time...

Each time, Diwen clearly remembered how he was defeated, but no matter how much he struggled or changed his tactics, the outcome remained unchanged.

He tried burning his lifespan to reverse cause and effect, but each time Wang Ping just watched him indifferently as he was devoured little by little by the Jianmu tree, turning into nutrients to nourish the Wood Spirit World.

During the seventh cycle, he noticed a detail: each time the Jianmu root system pierced through the primordial spirit, the trajectory was exactly the same. This was not a simple time reversal, but rather the inscription of his failure into the future pushed forward by the Heavenly Dao.

In the thirteenth cycle, Diwen hesitated for a fleeting moment, a flaw so small that even he himself almost failed to notice it, yet it allowed the Jianmu roots to penetrate his spiritual body half a breath ahead of time.

"absurd!"

He didn't know whether he was mocking Wang Ping or laughing at his own fleeting moment of wavering.

In the thirty-first cycle, Diwen attempted a crazy move. He deliberately attached a wisp of his divine consciousness to the roots of the Jianmu tree, allowing it to enter Wang Ping's world of wood spirits. In the instant before his consciousness dissipated, he glimpsed a scene that shook his Dao heart: the roots of the Jianmu tree had already extended to every node in the river of time.

The thought of admitting defeat crossed his mind, but he immediately crushed it. When the local Wen Zhenjun stood at the starting point of the cycle for the forty-ninth time, he suddenly withdrew all his magic. The earth elemental energy in the starry sky was as calm as an abyss, and the Zhenshan Tower slowly rotated behind him. This time, he simply stared at Wang Ping quietly, his gaze filled with a scrutiny that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

When the roots of the Jianmu tree arrived as scheduled, Diwen did not resist, and he felt his primordial spirit being transformed little by little.

"It's just a temporary victory or defeat..." he murmured to himself before his consciousness faded, but he couldn't even convince himself, because this time he clearly felt that in countless parallel universes, the way he was defeated was converging.

As the fiftieth cycle arrived, a colorful light appeared in his vision, and Xuanqing's aura descended, pulling him into the river of time. As he looked at the clear starry sky and felt the polluting energy of the chaotic storm nearby, he suddenly realized that only a breath had passed in reality. This meant that the fifty cycles just now were nothing more than Wang Ping's casual actions.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the starry sky, Wang Ping was wielding the Demon Sword and fighting against Tian Gong. The two sides were still in the same standoff as when he first appeared, which made him realize that Chang Qing had not even glanced in his direction.

"What? You still want to go and fight with Fellow Daoist Changqing?" Bai Yan's cold voice came from the side.

Diwen subconsciously turned his head to look at Bai Yan, then looked at the scene of fighting on the other side of the starry sky. When he saw Wang Ping's figure reflected in his eyes, he actually wanted to retreat subconsciously. Fortunately, he had enough self-control to hold his ground, but deep down he just couldn't muster the idea of ​​fighting again.

Xuan Qing carefully examined Di Wen, and after confirming that he was alright, she didn't say anything more, since saying anything at this point would be useless.

Wang Ping glanced at the starry sky, which brought back memories of his repeated failures in the river of time to his mind. He subconsciously formed a defensive spell and instinctively wanted to leave this starry sky.

Fortunately, Wang Ping only glanced at him, and then all his attention was focused on Tiangong. At this moment, Tiangong had already manifested his Dharma body and was using the golden spiritual energy of this starry sky to resist the pollution of the 'Demon Sword'.

"This feeling is strange..."

Xinghai's voice echoed in Wang Ping's spiritual sea, "This is the first time I've felt the touch of fighting a real life form. Do I need to use all my strength to drive the demon sword?"

He knows how to maintain proper boundaries, which is thanks to Yu Xiao.

Wang Ping responded immediately, "Suppressing him will suffice." He could clearly sense Xinghai's terrifying energy. Previously, Xinghai lacked specific methods for casting spells, but now he had his golden-armored puppet and the 'Demon Sword' as mediums.

At this moment, Wang Ping was genuinely grateful to Yu Xiao for teaching Xing Hai many principles and insights into the world. However, he still held reservations about using Xing Hai's power.

While communicating with Xinghai, Wang Ping was also observing the cosmic network connected by Tiangong through the 'Tongtian Talisman'. He tried to distort Tiangong's consciousness with the 'Zhetian Talisman', but was blocked by a golden light that could sever the causal relationship distorted by the 'Zhetian Talisman'.

This is probably the 'Severing Cause and Effect' ability cultivated from the Golden Spirit Qi, a special ability that counters Taiyan cultivators. Therefore, Wang Ping's confrontation with Tiangong is somewhat similar to the confrontation with Diwen. Fortunately, Wang Ping has enough trump cards in his hand.

When Wang Ping once again seized the opportunity to connect the Heavenly Craftsmanship with the Great Network of Rules, he did not hesitate to activate the 'Heaven-Stealing Talisman' in an attempt to steal the Heavenly Craftsmanship and interrupt its spellcasting cause and effect, but it was severed by the golden light.

"We can't afford to waste any more time!"

Wang Ping sensed Xinghai's eagerness and knew he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

He immediately formed a hand seal, and a golden light flashed between his brows. Ten 'Heavenly Swords' shimmered with golden light and surrounded him, forming an incomparably magnificent divine palace. He sat on the palace throne, and the divine star map woven with golden lines in the center of the palace was incredibly clear. Thousands of illusory figures of divine magicians prayed devoutly below the palace.

Wang Ping looked up at the endless spiritual faith gathering in the sky above the divine kingdom. They were like tangible golden light, entwining the omnipresent divine runes in the palace of the divine kingdom. Then, under his will, they gathered in his palm, and then he pressed down in the direction of the Heavenly Craftsman.

"town!"

The cold, indifferent edict echoed through the starry sky.

Then, golden light burst forth from Wang Ping's palm, and the prayers of thousands of divine magic envoys in the Divine Kingdom Palace suddenly solidified into a dazzling river of light that stretched across the starry sky. Wherever the light passed, even the void was coated with a layer of sacred golden glaze.

The golden spirit dharma form of the Heavenly Craftsman suddenly trembled. The black energy of the demonic sword was intertwined and tearing at the golden light around him. At this moment, the power of the divine kingdom's faith pressed down all over the sky. The magnetic light of his five-tribulation dharma form flickered violently, like the surface of metal being washed by a rainstorm, splashing up countless tiny golden spirit sparks.

Then, the divine runes condensed in the void materialized into nine heavenly palaces, each suppressing a golden spirit characteristic. Tiangong was shocked and furious to discover that the Dharma form he had cultivated through the Six Tribulations of the Golden Body was being peeled away layer by layer.

Soon, the first layer of heaven shattered the 'immortal' property of the golden spirit energy, and the second layer of heaven melted away its 'sharp' property...

As the fifth Heavenly Palace descended, the black aura of the Demon Sword suddenly surged. The Star Sea emitted an excited hum through the golden-armored puppet, and the filthy baleful energy bursting from the sword blade drilled into his spiritual body through the cracks that appeared in the Heavenly Craftsmanship Dharma Image.

At that moment, golden light also appeared around Tiangong, and a divine palace unfolded beneath his feet at an extremely fast speed.

After a while, the two divine kingdoms collided violently in the void, unleashing a dazzling light that dimmed the stars.

"Zi~"

The clash between the demonic sword's pollution and the golden spiritual energy created a strange black-gold vortex at the border of the two divine kingdoms. The purification array inside the Heavenly Craftsmanship Divine Kingdom operated at full speed, frantically cleaning away the filthy evil energy that had invaded his body.

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, why have you gone to such lengths?" Tiangong finally spoke up, "Why did you suddenly attack me!"

"With Fellow Daoists Xuanqing and Baiyan as witnesses, how dare you distort the truth like this? You severed my Wood Spirit World without explanation, so what's wrong with me stopping you?"

As Wang Ping spoke, countless illusory figures around his divine palace knelt down in unison. Golden-armored soldiers wielding 'demon swords' charged towards Tiangong once more, and the divine palace once again condensed a surge of pressure, descending towards Tiangong's location, as if determined to demand an explanation. (End of Chapter)