There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed quietly like flowing water.

In the northern region of Jupiter, deep within a mountain range covered by ancient, verdant trees, a once barren valley has been transformed into a massive experimental site. Nine spirit-gathering arrays, each based on a ten-thousand-year-old spirit tree, are arranged in a ring. In the center floats a jade altar, its surface covered with intricate runes that shimmer with a faint spiritual light.

Wang Ping's clone sat on a cloud, looking down at the puppets that were undergoing final adjustments. The puppets were all at the third level of wood cultivation, and their spiritual veins had completed the final preparations before advancement. Their bodies were engraved with detection arrays that could record every fluctuation of spiritual energy during the advancement process.

"The seventeenth experiment is about to begin."

As Wang Ping's thoughts stirred, the spiritual energy in the valley suddenly surged violently, and the nine spirit-gathering formations simultaneously lit up with a dazzling emerald halo. The wood spirit energy within a radius of ten thousand miles converged on the altar like a tide, and the puppet standing in the center of the altar opened its pores and began to circulate its cultivation technique according to the secret method deduced by Yang Rong.

A True Spirit of the Fourth Realm, imprisoned in front of the magic array, is at the core of the dense gathering of Wood Spirit Qi. This is using the consciousness of the True Spirit of the Fourth Realm to nurture the Wood Spirit Core within its body with Wood Spirit Qi, and then driving the puppet to fuse it when it is about to succeed.

The light screen panel displayed information about Wang Ping's deduced method, but the success rate of the last step was always pitifully low, and the opportunity for fusion was fleeting. This time, Wang Ping tried a different Golden Spirit Imprisonment Formation.

Several months passed in the blink of an eye, and a bright green spot began to appear within the body of the fourth-realm true spirit. This was a sign that the core of the wood spirit had formed. After all, it was a fourth-realm true spirit, a creature of the fourth realm, and the quality of the wood spirit energy it could absorb was vastly different from that of a third-realm cultivator.

This stage is the best time to absorb it, but the success rate displayed on the light curtain panel is only (5/100), which is no different from suicide. However, the opportunity to merge is fleeting.

The moment the emerald light took shape, the Golden Spirit Array that imprisoned the True Spirits of the Four Realms suddenly emitted a piercing buzz, and countless golden chains emerged from the void. Each chain was covered with fine runes, wrapping around the wooden puppet that was poised to strike, as if it were a living thing.

"start!"

Under Wang Ping's influence, the puppet immediately formed the hand seal for the 'Soul Devouring Technique'. A dark magic circle emerged from the puppet's primordial spirit, completely covering the imprisoned true spirit. Then, the emerald core within the true spirit suddenly twisted and deformed, and spiderweb-like black patterns appeared on its surface—the magic circle patterns of the 'Soul Devouring Technique'.

Seven wisps of green smoke suddenly rose from the puppet's body, and within the smoke, one could vaguely see thousands of mouths screaming in pain. These were the human desires brought about by the Soul Devouring Technique. As if possessing a spirit, these wisps of green smoke wrapped around the true spirit, and each wisp of smoke turned into a sharp soul-absorbing thorn at the end, deeply piercing into the true spirit's phantom.

The core of the true spirit suddenly contracted, bursting out with dazzling blue light. The surface of the jade bricks of the entire altar was suddenly covered with dense golden spirit runes, completely suppressing the true spirit.

The next moment, the true spirit and the wood spirit core within it were merged into the puppet's primordial spirit. At this moment, Wang Ping's clone in the sky made a hand seal, and an invisible pressure immediately appeared above the experimental site, directly suppressing the true spirit's consciousness.

Suddenly, a tearing sound that made your teeth ache came from inside the puppet. A crack appeared in its chest, and emerald green vines grew wildly from it, instantly wrapping the entire puppet in a cocoon. The image recorded by the monitoring array shook violently, finally freezing on the moment when the spiritual vein's consciousness went berserk.

"Failed again..."

With a wave of his hand, Wang Ping's clone sent a stream of wood spirit energy across the mountain range, clearing away all the rampant spiritual energy.

Within the Wood Spirit World, Yu Lian, who had observed the entire process through Wang Ping's primordial spirit, spoke up: "Your magic suppressed the true spirit, and it will also suppress the puppet."

Wang Ping responded, "The puppet's current primordial spirit strength cannot withstand too much spiritual infusion to enhance its consciousness."

Yu Lian tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying, "The consciousness of a true spirit is not in a state of perpetual chaos and madness; it is stable for a certain period of time. This requires a certain amount of luck. Perhaps the puppet will be able to advance successfully in the next experiment."

Wang Ping shook his head and said, "This method is not suitable for Rong'er."

"That's true. What are your plans?"

"The purpose of these experiments is to observe the basic conditions for the formation of the Wood Spirit Core in the Qi Sea of ​​unorthodox cultivators."

"Then you shouldn't have used the True Spirit!"

"Alright, for the next attempt, we will no longer use the True Spirit."

Wang Ping continued his eighteenth attempt.

Yu Lian took out two crystals filled with water elemental energy from her storage bag and absorbed them. These crystals were collected by Wang Ping from refining the Chaotic Storm. The refining process of the Chaotic Storm was going smoothly, and the surrounding pollution had been cleaned up by the spiritual energy. Except for the water elemental energy, the energy crystals collected by Wang Ping were sent back to the Jiuxuan Mountain Dojo through the transfer array.

Collecting wealth is not limited to ordinary people or spiritual practitioners; at least Wang Ping subconsciously had a great interest in it.

The advance at the front was going smoothly, and the two flanks of the defensive line built by Diwen could no longer pose a threat to the world of demonic energy. The rebels had been expanding outwards for the past ten years, and Diwen could only extend the defensive line back step by step. It seemed that he was going to lose his bet with Tiangong.

Wang Ping was not gloating. After all, the rebels' plan with the extraterrestrial objects had succeeded, which was very unfavorable for the future situation. However, despite this, and even though Wang Ping knew how to break the deadlock, he still did not take action. Sometimes he was no different from an ordinary person without any cultivation, with greed and selfishness in his consciousness.

Although the various ecological zones in the inner ring star field have been strictly supervised by the Dao Palace in recent years, their development speed has not slowed down but increased. In particular, the outer star orbit has seen a rare prosperity due to the needs of the front-line war and the conferment of titles on some newly meritorious side sects at the third realm.

Another twenty years have passed.

Wang Ping continued to push forward the detailed cultivation method of the fourth realm advancement chapter of "The Art of Gathering Wood". He made new progress in the experimental attempt he made with Lieyang and Xuanqing at the edge of the star barrier. One of his puppets successfully matched with the source of the Netherworld Demon. He only needed the secret method of Yuanwu to proceed to the next stage of cultivation.

Wang Ping had specifically spoken with Xuan Qing and Lie Yang about this matter, and they promised to urge Yuan Wu to return the secret technique as soon as possible.

For twenty years, nothing major happened in this starry sky. The war with the rebels continued as before, with the rebels slowly expanding to both flanks. Diwen organized two attacks, but both failed. He also called on the True Lords to join the fight, but Lieyang refused because of the previous agreement.

Over the years, Wang Ping has helped the cultivation progress of the 'Stealing Heaven Talisman' reach (63/100) by defining the Chaotic Storm. Yu Lian communicates with believers whenever she has time, making the faith of the Taiyan Sect and its subordinate sects and ecological zones towards Wang Ping increasingly pure, but it is only pure faith without any other thoughts mixed in.

Time passed slowly, and one day the sun at the core of the starry sky suddenly burst forth with a blinding light. Xuan Qing immediately abandoned the chaotic storm he was refining and teleported to Mars.

Wang Ping wanted to investigate what had happened, but his primordial spirit was isolated by a scorching wave of heat. The puppets he had placed near the Martian ecological zone were also trapped inside the protective barrier of the ecological zone to cultivate. He could only see an incredibly large magic array set up around the sun and occasionally sense the surging true yang energy emanating from the blazing sun.

A year later, Xuanqing returned to the outer edge of the chaotic storm. Baiyan teased him, "Lieyang has a unique cultivation environment, but he has always placed his hopes on external things over the years. Fortunately, the appearance of Fellow Daoist Changqing has made these mediocre people feel a sense of crisis and forced them to accelerate their cultivation."

Xuanqing did not offer any comment.

This matter did not cause much of a stir, except that the weather on Zhongzhou Star became much hotter.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. When Wang Ping's cultivation progress of the 'Stealing the Heaven Talisman' reached (64/100), a golden light suddenly flashed across the starry sky in the direction of Venus's orbit; it was the radiance of divine magic.

Wang Ping immediately sensed that Tiangong was using the spiritual power of the Vajra Temple's faith to attack the confinement he had set up. He just chuckled and had no intention of further strengthening the confinement spell.

Yu Lian, who was communicating with believers, sensed the spiritual fluctuations emanating from the believers of the Vajra Temple and said with some displeasure, "I think we can launch a faith war against the Vajra Temple."

Wang Ping was multitasking at the moment. He needed to refine the chaotic storm, supervise the experiment of the star barrier, and deduce the secret technique of the advancement chapter of the "Gathering Wood Technique".

Upon hearing Yulian's suggestion, he asked, "What do you plan to do?"

He also showed great interest.

“Let the preachers of the Taiyan Sect go to the ecological zone of the Vajra Temple to preach.”

“Those monks are not to be trifled with. They have no other skills, but they are best at deceiving people, and ordinary people cannot distinguish between the real Buddha and lies.”

"Give it a try, I have nothing else to do anyway."

"Alright!"

Wang Ping did not refuse.

He made the decision casually, and once the war of faith began, it couldn't be stopped.

Initially, there were only sporadic frictions between a few ecological zones, and the preachers on both sides were restrained by their respective masters and did not fight.

The turning point came in the autumn of the third year. In an agricultural ecological zone that had been managed by the Jingang Temple for over a hundred years, an old farmer suddenly unearthed an ancient stele inscribed with Taiyanjiao runes, which immediately attracted thousands of worshippers. When the guardian deities of the Jingang Temple arrived, they found that the ink on the stele was still wet, but 70% of the farmers in the ecological zone had already spontaneously formed a Taiyanjiao incense association.

In the summer of the fifth year, seven ecological zones on the outer edge of Zhongzhou Star simultaneously lit up with Buddha's light, illuminating thirty-six surrounding ecological zones. All believers enveloped by the Buddha's light saw the illusion of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Yu Lian immediately awakened the divine magic messengers sleeping in various places, forming a divine magic array. Thousands of golden lights soared into the sky, weaving in the air to form a divine kingdom illusion covering half of the star field, competing with the Buddha's light of Vajra Temple.

This spiritual clash, which lasted for three days and nights, was a spectacle witnessed by all cultivators in the inner ring star field. Subsequently, both sides competed for believers, and divine magic duels were staged in various places.

During this period, countless temples sprang up in various ecological zones. Other True Lords, including the demon race and the Star God Alliance, also began to build temples in their respective ecological zones to gather faith, but they had no intention of advising on peace.

Wang Ping ignored the fight, but Yu Lian was full of energy. In just a few years, she trained dozens of three-pattern divine magic envoys. Although they filled their meridians with divine magic, only one of them could be conferred by Wang Ping's divine magic and become the seventh Earthly Demon Rakshasa in his divine kingdom.

Through this war of faith, the two nine-tailed foxes also raised their divine arts cultivation to the fourth realm, just enough to match their current positions as divine generals in the divine kingdom.

One day, Wang Ping, who was meditating and observing the chaotic storm, suddenly awoke from his meditation without any warning. He was somewhat agitated, and Yu Lian immediately sensed this and asked, "What happened?"

Wang Ping gently shook his head, forcibly suppressing the agitation in his emotions with his cultivation. He stretched out his left hand and made a hand seal, first calculating the current time, which was the spring of the 1211th year of the Dao Palace calendar.

Nearly a hundred years have passed since they refined the Chaos Storm here, and now a quarter of the Chaos Storm has been refined.

"It's nothing major, but it does involve me somewhat."

Wang Ping opened his third eye between his eyebrows and began to observe and deduce the vast network of the universe. In just a moment, some blurry images appeared. He saw a young cultivator wielding a broadsword, causing chaos throughout the cultivation world. Even the Xuanmen and Tianmen Four Realms, which had been mobilized, were unable to deal with him.

The image made him think, but he quickly realized something.

"What did you think of?"

Yulian asked immediately.

Wang Ping responded, "A weapon cultivator who has successfully advanced to the fourth realm is very likely to be Dong Can's successor. He will cause a great stir in the cultivation world."

Yu Lian's eyes lit up. "He perfected the secret technique for weapon cultivators to advance to the fourth realm?"

The mirror array around Wang Ping quickly unfolded, connecting him to the puppets scattered throughout the starry sky. He then said to Yu Lian, "Have the envoys of the Divine Kingdom keep an eye on this intelligence."

"it is good!"

But their investigation found nothing.

After all, we are now in the Starry Sky Era. Although his puppets seem numerous, they are but a drop in the ocean compared to the vastness of space. There is also no news of the Divine Kingdom's envoy.

Several months passed, and suddenly a sword mark appeared on an ecological zone located near the meteorite belt on the outer edge of Zhongzhou Star.

The sword mark was initially just a faint glimmer of light, but in an instant it tore through the entire starry sky. The thousands of fragments floating in the meteorite belt suddenly stopped, and then rearranged themselves along some mysterious trajectory, actually outlining the silhouette of a giant sword that spanned the Milky Way in the void.

"Zheng——"

The clear, resonant cry of the sword echoed through the starry sky, completely destroying the ecological zone.

From the center of the giant sword's outline, a figure emerged from the void. He held a broad, bladeless sword, and beneath his feet was a fierce array of magical artifacts. With each step he took, illusory stars appeared and disappeared beneath his feet.

As the ecological zone was destroyed, more than ten cultivators of the third realm and two star gods of the fourth realm appeared before this person.

"You~"

Just as a fourth-realm star god was about to say something, another sword beam streaked across the starry sky. Before he could even react, his spiritual body and physical form were shattered, and his primordial spirit vanished into nothingness under a chaotic sword light. (End of Chapter)