There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Wang Ping immediately turned his head to look at the sun at the core of the starry sky, his gaze piercing through endless space and time. At the same time, a small mirror array unfolded beside him, allowing him to observe the True Yang Sect's base from the perspective of a puppet in Mars' orbit.

The previously blazing sun around Mars has vanished, replaced by a star so bright it's blinding, silently suspended in the void, radiating a light and heat that sends shivers down one's spine.

Wherever the light reached, the space appeared distorted and transparent as if it had been scorched by high temperatures. Even the distant starlight passing through this area was stretched and deflected, forming eerie arcs of light.

Centered on perseverance, a thick, liquid gold-like True Yang spiritual energy spread out, covering a vast area of ​​the star field. This spiritual energy was no longer as violent and flamboyant as before, but instead carried an imperial majesty and deathly stillness.

Wang Ping was very familiar with this oppressive feeling; it had appeared when the Central Plains were burned down.

It's the scent of the blazing sun!

“Lieyang’s cultivation has advanced further.” Wang Ping withdrew his gaze, and the mirror array disappeared. His tone was calm, but Yulian beside him could feel a ripple in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Quan Xing looked towards the sun, a hint of solemnity flashing across his face as well.

However, Wang Ping then smiled and looked at Quan Xing, saying, "It's a good thing that Fellow Daoist Lieyang has come out of seclusion. Otherwise, if the matter of the rebels continues to drag on, it won't be good for any of us."

Quan Xing said softly, "Lie Yang is a bloodthirsty person. Before he changed his cultivation, he was suppressed by His Majesty the Holy Emperor several times. Later, when His Majesty the Holy Emperor was gone, he was indeed devoured by the madness, and in the end, he had to devour the consciousness of Zhenyang Daoist to temporarily gain humanity. Unfortunately, he is still hard to change his nature. I estimate that he will have to continue to merge with humanity more than twice before he can get rid of his bloodthirsty heart."

Yu Lian craned her neck to look at the distant sun and replied, "That wasn't murderous intent, but his instinct. Perhaps it was this instinct that allowed him to successfully merge with the True Yang Core. However, flames not only destroy, but also bring life. Unfortunately, given his personality, he will probably never be able to understand this."

Quan Xing nodded in agreement, "That's right, so he can only rely on refining the power of the sun to increase his cultivation. Although this is a shortcut, it will unfortunately exacerbate his madness again. Once he goes crazy, he's hard to control."

Wang Ping did not continue this topic. He looked at Quan Xing and asked, "Among the demon race, are there any other True Monarchs with cultivation levels like yours?"

Quan Xing was not surprised by Wang Ping's question, and answered very quickly, "Zhu Wu should be about the same level as me, followed by Bai Xin, and lastly Wang Xian, Niu Pan, and Hou Ji."

Wang Ping asked again, "So, if Zhu Wu wanted to, he could break through to his current cultivation level in just a few years?"

Quan Xing nodded seriously and reminded Wang Ping, "I suspect he will lead Wang Xian to join the Dragon King, because his style of doing things is to avoid mistakes rather than seek merit. In his eyes, joining the Dragon King will ensure that he is invincible."

Wang Ping lost interest upon hearing this; such a self-preserving person would not pose a threat to his future.

And as they were discussing this, Lieyang sent a message to all members of the First Meeting, saying that he would be holding a First Meeting in ten days.

Wang Ping first used the puppet to confirm that the projected scene was usable, then turned to Quan Xing and said, "You don't need to participate in this meeting. I don't think Bai Xin and the others will participate either."

Quan Xing cupped his hands and said, "Alright!"

Wang Ping was very satisfied with Quan Xing's attitude. After Quan Xing agreed, he smiled and said, "How about I test your current cultivation level?"

Quan Xing was taken aback, and quickly cupped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me, True Lord."

"Follow me!" Wang Ping transformed into a streak of emerald light and flew towards the outer reaches of Jupiter's orbit, leaving behind traces of spacetime tunnels wherever he went.

Quan Xing caught up immediately, and only managed to keep up with Wang Ping's speed by using the time-space channel left by Wang Ping.

More than ten breaths later.

Wang Ping stood firmly in a boundless and clean starry sky. He formed a fixed hand seal with his left hand, and the illusory image of the Jianmu tree behind him continued to grow taller. A small wood spirit world, no more than ten miles in length and width, unfolded around him.

At this moment, Quan Xing also appeared behind Wang Ping, and steadied himself twenty miles away from Wang Ping. He looked at the seemingly peaceful but actually vibrant green world in front of him and took a deep breath.

Although he knew that Wang Ping only wanted to test his newly acquired power, rather than engage in a real life-or-death struggle, he was still somewhat nervous and uneasy. However, looking into Wang Ping's unquestionable gaze, he had no choice but to continue the sparring session.

Without further hesitation, he formed a hand seal, and the spiritual energy particles around him began to vibrate at a completely new frequency.

"True Lord, I'm sorry!"

Quan Xing let out a low shout and raised his hands. In an instant, the spiritual energy of the starry sky within a radius of hundreds of miles centered on him suddenly became chaotic and violent.

He did not summon energy for a direct attack, but rather imitated the spiritual lightning that could alter the nature of matter during the Heavenly Tribulation, and he was targeting an area at the edge of Wang Ping's Wood Spirit World.

The once vibrant, verdant world, composed of pure wood spirit energy, suddenly became mottled and strange. One area burst into eerie pale flames, while another instantly froze into solid ice and withered rapidly.

Yu Lian's voice then rang in Wang Ping's spiritual sea, "Does the spiritual energy tribulation refer to the distortion of spiritual energy attributes? If one cultivates this power to a certain extent, it should be extremely powerful, right?"

Wang Ping stood in the center of the Wood Spirit World. His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was somewhat surprised by Quan Xing's method of manipulating the essence of spiritual energy.

Immediately afterward, with a slight thought, the distorted area was instantly peeled away, like a tree naturally shedding its dead branches and leaves. Then, an even richer, emerald green wood spirit energy surged out from within the world, instantly restoring the area to its original state, as if it had never been attacked.

"True Lord's cultivation is indeed extraordinary. Please enlighten me further."

Seeing that his first attack was ineffective, Quan Xing immediately changed his tactics. He slammed his hands together, and the spiritual energy in a certain void above Wang Ping's Wood Spirit World was instantly drained, forming an absolute "spiritual energy vacuum" zone. This vacuum generated a terrifying suction force, frantically pulling at the Wood Spirit World below, attempting to forcibly extract and devour its spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy at the edge of the Wood Spirit World was indeed stirred, turning into wisps of green smoke that drifted upwards.

Wang Ping smiled slightly and did not retaliate. Instead, he quietly sensed the strength of this power. Just as Quan Xing had explained before, the strength of this power was similar to that when Wang Ping first entered the fifth realm, or perhaps even more refined. It could suppress Xuanmen cultivators who had just entered the fifth realm.

Then, the wood spirit energy around Wang Ping surged. The vacuum that should have devoured all spiritual energy was instead fed back by the branches of the Jianmu phantom. An even greater amount of wood spirit energy flowed upstream along the branches, instantly assimilating the "vacuum" area and turning it into a highly concentrated point of wood spirit energy.

The devouring force field created by Quan Xing was forcibly shattered by absolute energy and mass, dissipating into nothingness.

Quan Xing, who was connected to the core of that power, suddenly felt an irresistible force pressing down on him, causing his consciousness to pause briefly. Seeing the spell collapsing, he quickly clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "Compared to the cultivation of a True Lord, my meager cultivation is like a grain of rice trying to compete with the bright moon."

Wang Ping smiled casually and said, "Continue. You should still have other tricks up your sleeve!"

"Yes, please enlighten me, True Lord."

After bowing deeply, Quan Xing stood up and immediately formed hand seals. Then, the demon core around him shone brightly, and a phantom and unreal Dharma image faintly appeared behind him.

He activated the ability to manipulate spiritual tides that he had just comprehended.

It was from his own demon core that he emitted a peculiar spiritual fluctuation, which was like a stone thrown into a lake, trying to cause a chaotic resonance in the entire Sea of ​​Wood Spirits, triggering a violent energy shock from within, and ultimately causing the collapse of the entire structure.

Moreover, it happened silently. By the time Wang Ping noticed it, his Wood Spirit World was already showing obvious ripples. The emerald green light flickered violently, and the edges of the world even began to distort slightly, as if it might collapse at any moment.

"very good!"

Wang Ping commented softly, then lightly stepped into the void. The illusory Jianmu tree behind him suddenly shone brightly, and an incomparably stable and profound life force spread out, instantly suppressing all the chaotic resonance.

Quan Xing took a breath, stopped attacking, and his face was full of admiration and helplessness.

At this moment, Wang Ping dispersed the illusory image of the Jianmu tree and the world of the Wood Spirit behind him, and said to Quan Xing, "Your manipulation and influence over the essence of spiritual energy has already affected the rules themselves. This ability of yours should be able to temporarily restrain Tiangong, especially the method of inducing spiritual tide resonance at the end. If it is an opponent of the same level, it is enough to instantly dismantle their defense."

Quan Xing cupped his hands and said, "You flatter me, True Lord. Before you, I am but a fish trying to swim."

"Go back and consolidate your cultivation level."

After speaking, Wang Ping transformed into a stream of light and returned to Mount Jiuxuan on Jupiter.

As soon as she regained her footing, Yulian asked, "How was it? Did that rat hold back?"

Wang Ping sat down on the futon under the Wood Spirit Tree and replied, "The decision made by the True Monarchs to suppress the cultivation of the demon race was correct. If they had been allowed to continue cultivating, this starry sky would have been in chaos."

Yu Lian's eyes flashed, "You regret it?"

Wang Ping shook his head, exhaled, and said, "I just think that Yao Xi was actually ambushed by this group of people back then. Is the future really that important? Do we really have to see it?"

Yulian couldn't answer Wang Ping's question. She sensed Wang Ping's emotions, and Tengyun landed on Wang Ping's shoulder, gently nuzzling his cheek with her little head.

...

Ten days later.

Wang Ping arrived at the meeting hall of the Lower House early in the morning, took the three incense sticks handed to him by the puppet, and respectfully offered them to the two sages before returning to his seat.

Then Bai Yan's projection appeared. He first bowed to the two saints, then exchanged a glance with Wang Ping and nodded. He used to always arrive late, but today he made an exception.

Before Bai Yan could even exchange words with Wang Ping, Xuan Qing's figure appeared. As he bowed to the Sage, Lie Yang, Tian Gong, and Di Wen appeared simultaneously, and the three of them bowed to the Sage at the same time.

Then, Lieyang cupped his hands to Wang Ping and said, "Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. Otherwise, it would have taken me thousands of years of arduous cultivation to advance my cultivation level."

Wang Ping stood up and returned the greeting, saying, "It's just mutual help, fellow Daoist, there's no need for thanks."

"Ha ha!"

The blazing sun laughed loudly.

Wang Ping was also smiling, a casual smile.

After laughing heartily, Lieyang invited Wang Ping to take a seat. He then returned to the front seat and sat down himself. His gaze swept over the other five people, and he said, "It seems that the members of the Demon Clan and the Star God Alliance will not be coming. It's better that they are not here."

He spoke casually, “The Dragon Lord won’t be coming this time either. Let’s begin. The reason I’ve gathered you all here is naturally to resolve the issue of the rebels.”

Wang Ping's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the empty seat of the Dragon King.

Yu Lian, who was connected to Wang Ping's primordial spirit, said, "This Dragon Lord is really good at hiding. Even with the current situation, he is still sitting on the sidelines!"

While she was talking to Wang Ping, Lieyang continued, "More than three hundred years ago, we made an agreement, and now it seems that the agreement has been fulfilled. What are your thoughts now, Fellow Daoist Diwen?"

Diwen remained calm as he met Lieyang's gaze and said, "A bet is a bet, and I agree to use the rules of the starry sky."

Lieyang maintained his smile, nodded to Diwen, and looked at Xuanqing, asking, "What are your thoughts now, fellow Daoist?"

Xuanqing glanced at Lieyang, then turned his gaze to Wang Ping and asked, "Fellow Daoist Changqing, what are your thoughts?"

In an instant, all eyes were on Wang Ping. Wang Ping didn't look at Xuan Qing; he stared at Lie Yang and said bluntly, "Just tell me your thoughts. If you can do it, I'll agree; if you can't, I'll consider it. How about that?"

The text states, "The rebel problem has reached a point where it must be addressed."

Lieyang ignored the text and looked at Wang Ping, saying, "I suppose someone has already informed you of our solution. I think it's feasible. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

Wang Ping retorted, "Do you think I would agree to this? Since you've come up with this solution, why don't you make the sacrifices yourselves?"

Tiangong and Diwen were clearly about to speak, but Lieyang spoke first: "It seems we have to fight this matter."

Wang Ping asked bluntly, "Is it you and me?"

Lieyang laughed heartily, "Fellow Daoist's cultivation level has already surpassed ours, making it somewhat difficult for me to fight you."

He appeared to be smiling, but his expression was incredibly resolute.

Wang Ping's gaze swept over Lieyang, Diwen, and Tiangong, and he said, "Sometimes I really feel that this Yixi meeting of ours is too frivolous."

He chuckled and stood up, cupping his hands to the other True Lords, saying, "Since none of you follow the rules, then I don't need to follow them too much."

Lieyang also stood up, cupped his hands in return, and said, "In that case, let's proceed according to our respective rules..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Ping cut off the signal in the projection space, and then his figure flashed and appeared in the outer space of Jupiter. In an instant, his consciousness captured all the cultivators in the Taiyan Sect.

Tongyu Daoist, Quecai, Miaoqing, Li Miaolin, Keyue, and Luo Feng, who had just returned from the front lines, as well as Xuanling, who was in charge of Xia Wenyi's promotion, all seemed to sense something and looked up in the direction of Jupiter.

Wang Ping first glanced at Quan Xing, who had rushed over, and then the mirror array around him unfolded. His primordial spirit and consciousness traversed endless space and time, sensing the five realm cultivators, including Zang Yi, Yue Xi, Zhi Xin, and Pei Daoren, at the front line.

Yu Lian then asked, "Isn't it possible to offer the spirits of living beings as sacrifices?"

Wang Ping responded, "This matter is no longer as simple as whether or not to sacrifice the spirits of living beings." As soon as he finished speaking, Xinghai's illusory figure appeared behind him in the wood spirit energy.

"With your cultivation level, you should have been able to deduce what's about to happen, right?"

Xinghai asked.

Wang Ping nodded and said, "I can compromise, but there are some things they need to know, otherwise I won't have peace in the future!"

Xinghai replied, "As long as you know what's going on." (End of Chapter)