There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Upon hearing Wang Ping's words, Yu Lian replied, "That's good. There are plenty of people on the Star God Alliance side."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ping smiled slightly, and his consciousness immediately withdrew from the Divine Kingdom Palace.

A few years later.

Wang Ping was playing chess alone by the dock when he suddenly sensed a very peculiar energy fluctuation on Jupiter. He chuckled and said, "It really came at the right time."

This energy fluctuation was caused by his puppet's formal advancement to the fourth realm.

His consciousness instantly appeared at the site where the puppet was in seclusion. At that moment, the forest where the puppet was located was growing wildly, and a clear consciousness was gathering in the center of the forest.

A moment later, the forest vanished, and a figure dressed in blue Taoist robes appeared in the center of the forest. Wang Ping's consciousness swept over the figure, saw the life network simulated by his 'Heavenly Talisman', confirmed that there was no problem, and then his consciousness returned to his body.

The puppet then transformed into a streak of light and flew towards Yang Rong's meditation site. This puppet would then guide Yang Rong's advancement. At the same time, more puppets appeared at the original site of the puppet's advancement. They quickly rebuilt the various destroyed magic arrays, and a new forest grew wildly there.

Another new puppet then walked to the core of the magic circle, intending to continue its attempt to advance to the fourth realm!

After confirming that there was no problem with the 'Slowness Technique' on Yang Rong, Wang Ping continued his leisurely days at the dock. Several days later, Liu Shuang came to visit. After chatting for half an hour, Liu Shuang went to Jupiter to see Yang Rong and then returned to Zhongzhou Star to cultivate in seclusion.

"Shuang'er and Xiaozhu have already used up most of their lifespan. If they really choose to give up their advancement, even with the help of pills, they will pass away in at most two thousand years."

Yu Lian reminded Wang Ping after Liu Shuang left.

Wang Ping exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "They themselves are unwilling to be promoted, and forcing them will only backfire."

"I simply cannot understand why they are unwilling to be promoted!"

Yulian was very troubled by this problem.

Wang Ping couldn't answer this question. It's about a person's essence, energy, and spirit. For example, the True Monarchs haven't made any progress in their cultivation over the past ten thousand years because their essence, energy, and spirit have remained at the fifth realm. Liu Shuang and Shen Xiaozhu's essence, energy, and spirit, on the other hand, have remained at the third realm.

Once a person has satisfied their energy and spirit, the breath in their heart will relax, and it will be almost impossible to go any higher. Now, because of Wang Ping's appearance, the energy and spirit of the True Lords have been lifted again, but their goals are still far from Wang Ping's!

Everyone has different ideas about this kind of thing, so it's impossible to resonate with each other. For example, Yu Lian just couldn't understand Shen Xiaozhu and Liu Shuang. However, she has a broad-minded and carefree personality, so even though she didn't understand, she wouldn't force anything.

"What's that cultivator's name?"

Yu Lian suddenly asked.

Wang Ping thought for a moment and replied, "Let's call him Wang Yan. After he helps Rong'er advance in her cultivation, I will let him establish his own sect in the future. I think that when that time comes, unorthodox cultivators will definitely flock to him."

Yulian blinked, and as if she had just thought of something, a happy feeling surfaced in her mind.

Wang Ping put down the chess piece in his hand, leaned back in the deck chair on the dock, his gaze piercing through the asteroid's atmosphere, looking out at the endless starry sky. After a long period of blanking his mind, he asked Yu Lian, "How is the artifact cultivation going?"

Yu Lian was clearly surprised for a moment before replying, "I almost forgot about him. I just checked, and his consciousness has stabilized. I estimate that he will be able to communicate normally in about six months."

Wang Ping's left hand involuntarily began to deduce, and he said with a smile, "All things tend to happen within a certain timeframe."

Yu Lian replied, "That's just how history is!"

half year later.

Yu Lian brought the weapon cultivator who had been suppressed under Jiuxuan Mountain to Wang Ping's presence right on time.

"Disciple Mo Huaiyuan pays respects to the True Lord!"

The weapon maker bowed respectfully, his previous arrogance gone.

Wang Ping had already used his primordial spirit to scan Mo Huaiyuan's physical body and consciousness, as well as the magical artifact formation he had cultivated.

Before advancing to the fourth realm, the magical artifact formations of a weapon cultivator were merely tools. After advancing to the fourth realm, the magical artifact formations could be considered half of his physical body. More accurately, his physical body and primordial spirit consciousness had already revolved around the magical artifact formations for survival.

Within the life network of the 'Heavenly Talisman,' its vitality resembles that of a human, a demon, and a spiritual being. The fact that such a deformed life can exist under the Heavenly Dao indicates that the Heavenly Dao has given everyone a glimmer of hope.

Moreover, this kind of life form is almost impossible to kill; the best solution is to drive it insane.

The chaos in Mo Huaiyuan's mind was not completely cleared; it was only temporarily suppressed. As soon as he made a move, madness would surely take over his mind again.

Under the grand net of the Five Elements and Yin-Yang rules, the energy state of Mo Huaiyuan's magical artifact array is infinitely close to the destructive rules of the outer realm, but his power comes from the mutated demon bloodline, a combination of demonic weapons and spiritual consciousness.

After observing for a while, Wang Ping couldn't help but start deducing the characteristics of space and time again. This time, he was deducing the cultivation method behind the artifact cultivation array. However, he stopped after only a few breaths because what he saw was endless darkness, darkness with no way out.

This implies two things: first, weapon cultivators simply don't possess the secret techniques for the fifth realm; second, it's possible that the secret techniques for the fifth realm of weapon cultivators are similar to the rules of destruction from beyond the realm, but the success rate of combining the two powers is even lower than that of weapon cultivators advancing to the fourth realm, which means it's almost impossible.

"Dongcan would be very happy to see his legacy continue."

Wang Ping said this after a long silence.

A slight ripple stirred in Mo Huaiyuan's dormant consciousness, and then his hatred for the monks of Jingang Temple took over his mind again. However, this time he did not go mad, and he was clearly able to control this hatred normally.

Wang Ping then said, "I wish to have you establish your own sect and continue the legacy of Dongcan. What do you think?" Mo Huaiyuan clasped his hands in a salute and said, "This disciple is naturally willing."

Wang Ping extended his right hand and conjured a jade-green waist token, tossing it to Mo Huaiyuan and saying, "Use this waist token to go to the Taiyan Sect's headquarters and find Que Cai. She will arrange your next steps."

Mo Huaiyuan accepted the waist token and left the dock under the puppet's guidance.

Yu Lian watched his departing figure and said, "The pursuit of him by the Vajra Temple has actually led to his advancement. This cause and effect is truly wondrous."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Wang Ping and said, "Captain Leng just meets the requirements for promotion, so why don't we let him follow this man?"

Wang Ping nodded.

Yu Lian immediately transformed into a streak of light and left for the Taiyan Sect's headquarters. In her subconscious, Mo Huaiyuan was someone she had trained, someone under her command. Therefore, she was particularly concerned about Mo Huaiyuan's establishment of a sect. However, this enthusiasm might fade in a few days, or she might suddenly remember it and become enthusiastic again for a few days.

Time flies, and even the True Lord cannot stop it.

In the winter of 1357 in the Dao Palace calendar, the chaotic storm near the Taiyin star was completely cleared away by Bai Yan, just as Wang Ping had predicted. However, the current situation among the True Lords is no longer what it was during the first meeting.

A meeting that was supposed to be held was cancelled due to Lieyang's seclusion; Xuanqing was still helping Lieyang cultivate near the Sun's residence; thousands of ecological zones around Venus had been praying for hundreds of years, and Tiangong could have broken free from Wang Ping's control long ago, but he did not; while Diwen was struggling to support the war on the front lines.

The five sects of Xuanmen and the two sects of Tianmen maintained a basic level of dignity through the Dao Palace. On the one hand, they actively supplied the front line with materials, on the other hand, they gathered new Qi cultivators, and on the other hand, they also maintained the basic balance of the Central Plains and the surrounding ecological zone.

In the cultivation world, most lower-level cultivators are thinking about the war on the front lines, while higher-level cultivators or some insightful lower-level cultivators are concerned about the confrontation between the True Lords. Some cultivators who do not want to be involved in the disputes have already left the space ecological zone and returned to some famous mountains and rivers of Zhongzhou Star to avoid trouble.

Autumn of the 1365th year of the Daogong calendar.

The long defensive line built by the Dao Palace Alliance at the front line, in the starry sky where the two flank war zones intersect, erupted with a devastating energy surge that resounded throughout the universe!

On the left, countless distorted runes suddenly lit up in the previously empty void, and a bizarre magic circle, large enough to cover several asteroids, appeared out of thin air.

At the center of the magic array appeared countless terrifying behemoths completely corrupted by demonic energy. They roared, carrying monstrous demonic flames, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly destroying the outermost warning barrier and defense platform. The cultivators guarding there didn't even have time to sound the alarm before they and their magical artifacts were devoured by the filthy demonic flames.

The scene on the right was even more horrifying, with space shattering like fragile glass, forming a massive rift spanning hundreds of thousands of miles.

Beyond the rift lies a turbulent sea of ​​demonic energy!

Countless ferocious demons, formed from pure demonic energy, swarmed out with shrieks. Ignoring the laws of physics, they directly pierced through the energy shield, pounced on the allied cultivators, burrowed into their sea of ​​consciousness, eroded their primordial spirit, and transformed them into madmen who knew only slaughter and destruction.

The collapse of the front lines happened in an instant, and it was utterly complete!

The Star Gods and Demon Clan stationed behind the two flanks immediately assembled their respective combat battalions to resist.

But what responded to them was a filthy, bloody light that tore through the void. The tiger demon king Xian and the bull demon Niu Pan, who were stationed at the bronze tower closest to the defense line, immediately activated the power of the altar and mobilized the five elements and yin-yang rules of the starry sky, attempting to fight against the pollution with the rules of the starry sky.

However, the power of the rules they mobilized this time was instantly crushed, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. As the two forces clashed, the mad thoughts of at least ten fifth-realm demon cultivators surged out from within the demonic world. The filthy blood light they brought instantly crushed the fourth-realm star gods, demons, and the power of the rules brought by the two altars stationed on both sides.

Immediately afterwards, the torrent of demonic energy swept over the defensive lines behind the two flanks and surged into the depths of the starry sky on both sides.

The eerie magic circle was like a black heart that kept pumping out filth. With each beat, more mutated behemoths and viscous demonic flames spewed out. Wherever they passed, the spatial structure became unstable under the pollution, and ripples of decay spread out before being covered by endless darkness.

The spatial rift spanning hundreds of thousands of miles not only failed to heal, but instead continued to tear at itself, supported by demonic energy. The sea of ​​demonic energy, like a living thing, greedily devoured the pure void, transforming it into surging darkness.

Two forces of pollution extended outwards on both sides, and then surprisingly surged towards the outer edge of the boundary!

At the critical moment, a surging aura of earth veins appeared above the outer planet. It was the intervention of the Earth Script True Lord that caused the earth vein aura to appear the instant it appeared.

As the earth's energy surged, nine enormous phantom planets appeared majestically in the starry sky, radiating a profound and boundless power. At the same time, the phantoms of eight bronze towers also appeared in the starry sky, with the runes on the towers flowing and reflecting the phantom planets, instantly constructing a huge light barrier that pierced through the starry sky.

The earthen-yellow power of the earth veins intertwined with the cool starlight above this barrier, exuding a majestic aura that stabilized the universe and suppressed evil spirits.

The surging tide of demonic energy crashed violently against the suddenly appearing barrier, emitting deafening roars and corrosive sizzling sounds. The central area and the part closest to the main force of the central army had the most abundant earth vein power, and the barrier was as solid as a mountain, firmly resisting the demonic energy that tried to penetrate head-on.

However, at the far ends of the two wings, especially in the two star realms where the original defenses had already collapsed, the situation was quite different. The speed at which demonic energy seeped in was like a flood finding a crack in the dam.

The hideous demons and mutated behemoths converged into a torrent of sharp cones, relentlessly surging into the deeper reaches of the starry sky on both sides, the darkness emanating from the demonic energy spreading along the barriers of the starry sky.

At the crucial moment, a time river spanning millions of miles across the starry sky appeared out of thin air on both sides. The illusory river quietly emerged, with no waves within it, only countless fragments of time floating and sinking. Scenes of the past, present, and future were twisted and intertwined within it, exuding an ancient and indifferent rhythm.

The surging torrent of demonic energy crashed into the suddenly appearing spacetime barrier, but the expected fierce confrontation did not occur. Instead, a strange stagnation and distortion took place.

The star field, which had just been polluted by demonic energy and had not yet been completely transformed, underwent a violent distortion the instant the river of time flowed by. Time lost its linear order here, and the structure of space became fragmented.

One moment, that space was still churning with thick demonic flames; the next instant, it seemed to have returned to its pure state before it was polluted. After the starlight flickered briefly, that area suddenly jumped to an unpredictable future node. The spatial structure was as fragile as if it had been weathered for billions of years, and even the demonic energy itself became thin and inactive due to this rapid "aging".

This was naturally Wang Ping's doing, but he himself was still in Hu Qianqian's dojo. Then, part of his consciousness descended to the edge of the demonic world. As his consciousness descended, a phantom of a Jianmu tree connected to the Milky Way appeared in the void.

A familiar yet unfamiliar aura suddenly emanated from the demonic world. It was the aura of the extraterrestrial demonic cultivator Wu Nian. However, this aura only flashed by and then disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the expanding demonic energy also calmed down.

At the same time, Venus, seated on her lotus throne, caught the glimpse of Wang Ping's cultivation level displayed during the moment he cast his spell, and suddenly opened her eyes… (End of Chapter)