There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Two months after Wang Ping fell into a deep sleep, an energy fluctuation broke the tranquility of Jupiter's orbital region.

Yu Lian, who was communicating with the believers, was thus awakened. Her golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted. The texture and intensity of this energy were similar to what she had sensed when Wang Ping advanced to the fourth realm of perfection!

Without the slightest hesitation, Yu Lian's body rippled with cloud energy, and her figure instantly merged into the dense wood spirit energy around her. Through the spacetime array node set up by Wang Ping, she was instantly transported back to the outer perimeter of the Taiyan Sect's base in Jupiter's orbit.

Instead of rushing towards the core area emitting energy, she hovered in the starry sky, carefully sensing it.

No earth-shattering phenomena appeared inside the base; there was no lightning tribulation, no dazzling radiance. Only the wood spirit energy itself underwent a drastic yet restrained change.

Just as she had guessed, Zi Luan's cultivation had reached the fourth realm of perfection.

Centered on Zi Luan's secluded cave, the wood spirit energy within a radius of thousands of miles seemed to be frantically seized by an invisible hand. The originally formless and intangible spiritual energy was now transformed into visible physical particles, forming solid green light bands.

However, this energy phenomenon came and went quickly, disappearing abruptly after only a dozen breaths. The highly condensed, materialized wood spirit particles, freed from the constraint of their core, spread out like a punctured water bag, transforming back into extremely dense spiritual mist, which slowly blended into the environment of the entire settlement.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling stream of light shot into the sky from Zi Luan's secluded cultivation place and landed precisely in front of the Guizhen Hall in the core area of ​​the Taiyan Sect.

As the light faded, Zi Luan's figure was revealed. He was wearing a blue Daoist robe, but his aura was completely different. His eyes shone with a sharp light as they opened and closed, as if countless scenes of plants growing and dying flowed within them. Clearly, he had completely stabilized his cultivation at the peak of the fourth realm.

As soon as he appeared, several powerful auras rose from various parts of the camp. They were the auras of Li Miaolin, Que Cai, Miao Qing, Ke Yue, and Luo Feng. They appeared one after another beside Zi Luan.

Then, words of congratulations followed one after another. Zi Luan chatted with them for a while with a smile, and then the group entered the Guizhen Hall together to pay homage to the two saints and the various True Lords.

At this moment, Mo Huaiyuan, a fourth-realm weapon cultivator who had been subdued by Wang Ping, also came to pay his respects. When Zi Luan heard that Mo Huaiyuan was a junior of Dong Can and had already advanced to the fourth realm, a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

Looking at Zi Luan, Li Miaolin cupped his hands to the statues of the True Lords in the main hall and said, "Thanks to the protection of the True Lords, my Taiyan Sect has successfully cultivated four realm weapon cultivators. Even the wood cultivation side sect has someone who has advanced to the fourth realm. He has already established a sect within my Taiyan Sect. I believe that in the near future, my Taiyan Sect will surely give birth to more fourth realm wood cultivators."

Que Cai added, "With the addition of the demon clan's Quan Xing Zhenren and the Star God Alliance, our Taiyan Sect will surely be the future controller of this starry sky."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone spontaneously began to say auspicious things, even the taciturn Luo Feng was not spared, only Mo Huaiyuan seemed out of place.

While chatting with the others, Zi Luan observed their changes. After a while, seeing that the fourth-realm side sect member had not come to pay his respects, he had a general idea in his mind.

Their conversation gradually turned to holding a grand Buddhist ceremony for Zi Luan. Zi Luan did not refuse the suggestion. After everyone left and only Zi Luan remained in the main hall, he went to the statue of Wang Ping and respectfully performed the kowtow.

On the other side, Yu Lian only observed them entering the Guizhen Hall before transforming into a streak of light and flying towards Hu Qianqian's dojo. Hu Qianqian was not at the dojo at the moment. After swallowing some fish and shrimp in the lake, Yu Lian teased the little foxes in the nearby village for a while and asked about Hu Qianqian's whereabouts. A little fox told Yu Lian that Hu Qianqian was a guest in Guicheng.

Where is Guicheng?

"It is the Daoist temple of Master Quanxing."

The little fox answered.

After Quan Xing joined Wang Ping's forces, he downgraded his title from True Lord of the Demon Clan to 'True Man' and even issued a special announcement to the entire starry sky.

Yu Lian's golden vertical pupils flashed, and she said to herself, "These demon races didn't even set up True Lord temples in their cities."

After saying that, she transformed into a streak of light and left, following the unique spatial coordinates of the Quanxing Dojo, traversing the slightly cold starry sky outside Jupiter's orbit, where there was a vast continent suspended in the void, which was the ecological zone built by Quanxing.

"Guicheng" is located here.

A powerful barrier at the edge of this continent maintains its shape and vitality, making it appear from afar like a verdant floating island embedded in a dark curtain.

The demon race flying boats patrolling the starry sky had already noticed Yu Lian's aura, but none of them dared to stop her. When Yu Lian appeared outside the ecological zone barrier, more than a dozen demon cultivators dressed in magnificent armor immediately set up a wide cloud bridge for her.

Yu Lian was very satisfied with the demon race's attitude. She passed through the barrier without any hesitation, and a wave of noise and heat immediately rushed towards her. Her gaze swept over the mountains and rivers in the ecological zone, reflecting a magnificent demon city.

Instead of exquisite pavilions and towers, the city is filled with massive, nest-like structures built from huge logs, boulders, and resilient vines.

The streets between the buildings were wide and crowded with all sorts of demon cultivators. The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, the aroma of roasted meat, and the wild aura unique to the demon race.

Tens of thousands of demons are holding a grand carnival. The low-level demons roar and jump around the campfire, imitating the hunting postures of their ancestors. The transformed demon cultivators gather in groups of three or five, holding huge wine jars and drinking heartily, boasting about the past with spittle flying everywhere. Some of the original, enormous demon beasts even lie in the center of the square, letting the lesser demons frolic among their fur and making satisfied gurgling sounds.

The rain lotus hovered in mid-air above the city, its golden vertical pupils sweeping across the bustling scene before quickly locking onto the city's largest martial arts arena.

The area had the largest number of demons watching, and the cheers were the loudest. Two figures were colliding and crossing paths at an extremely fast speed.

One of them was Hu Qianqian. She maintained her human form, but her body was filled with surging demonic energy. Her movements were agile and unpredictable, leaving behind many afterimages. Her opponent was an extremely burly fourth-realm wolf demon with bloodshot eyes. The wolf demon fought wildly and directly, and its claws carried the power to tear apart metal and stone.

The collision between the two generated bursts of energy ripples, causing the surrounding barrier to flicker continuously, which also aroused even more frenzied shouts from the onlookers. Hu Qianqian seemed to be enjoying herself, with a hint of excited smile on her lips, clearly regarding this sparring as part of the carnival.

At this moment, Quan Xing transformed into a streak of light and appeared in front of Yu Lian to personally greet her. He bowed and said, "Greetings, Venerable Ling Yuan. I was unaware of your arrival and have failed to greet you properly."

Yu Lian replied, "I heard that Qian Qian was here with you, so I came to see her."

Upon hearing this, Quan Xing glanced at the demon cultivator beside him without showing any emotion, and then invited, "I often hear from believers that Your Excellency enjoys the pleasures of the mortal world. My demon race is most skilled in the art of cooking. Would Your Excellency be so kind as to offer your critique?"

"what?"

Yu Lian's eyes flashed with a bright light, then she quickly regained her composure and said in Wang Ping's tone, "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, Master."

"Please, Your Excellency!"

Quan Xing extended an invitation and personally constructed a cloud bridge to guide Yu Lian, attracting the attention of many young demons below. However, they quickly withdrew their gazes after being reprimanded by their elders. Quan Xing led the way, and the cloud bridge led directly to a slightly elevated viewing platform next to the martial arts arena. The view from this platform was excellent, offering a panoramic view of the entire celebration, as well as a distant view of the city skyline and the starry sky. The platform was paved with warm jade and set with several large tables, on which various demon delicacies were already laid out.

Among them were roasted, charred, and juicy legs of unknown animals, as well as carefully stewed soups, colorful platters of exotic fruits, and tempting, glossy jerky marinated using a secret method. The drinks were served in large, rough earthenware jars.

Yu Lian was invited to the head seat. Her golden vertical pupils swept over the lavish dishes on the table. Although she maintained the composure of a venerable one, the slightly swaying tip of her tail revealed her inner joy.

Just then, an even more intense energy fluctuation and deafening cheers came from the martial arts arena below. Hu Qianqian skillfully dodged the wolf demon's powerful pounce, and with a light touch of her slender foot on its back, a beam of starlight instantly fell on the wolf demon, and then the wolf demon was heard conceding defeat.

Hu Qianqian landed lightly, a cheerful smile on her face, accepting the cheers of the surrounding demons. Then she looked up and saw Yu Lian and Quan Xing on the viewing platform, and transformed into a streak of light and flew up.

"Uncle Yulian!" Hu Qianqian greeted him with a smile, then nodded to Quan Xing beside her.

Yu Lian used her tail to push a plate of exotic fruits with the strongest spiritual energy in front of her, and said, "I couldn't find you, so I came to check on you. You certainly know how to find places to have fun."

Hu Qianqian picked up a fruit, took a bite, and laughed, "I just came to join in the fun."

After taking a bite of tender meat, Yu Lian casually said to Quan Xing, "This place is indeed bustling and lively, a gathering place of faith for all living beings. It's a good place, but... as I've traveled along, I've noticed that the city seems to lack some key places of worship."

Quan Xing, being extremely astute, immediately understood the implied meaning. He put down his wine cup, his expression becoming extremely solemn: "What the Venerable One says is absolutely right. It was my oversight. The True Lord is our reliance, like the bright moon in the sky, shining through the ages. We are able to have this place to live and make a living entirely thanks to the True Lord's compassion. How can we not build a temple to show our respect? The Venerable One need not worry about this matter. I will personally oversee it immediately. I will choose the most superior location here and build a temple for the True Lord with the highest standards, so that all demons will pay homage and the incense will continue forever!"

His words were filled with boundless admiration and gratitude for Wang Ping, his flattery subtle yet perfectly timed.

Yulian swallowed the food in her mouth with satisfaction and nodded: "Well, it's good that you have this intention."

Quan Xing immediately bowed and said, "It is the greatest honor for me and the thousands of demons of Guicheng to be able to serve the True Lord!"

Then they chatted casually. Yu Lian stayed there for half a day, tasting all the local delicacies, before leaving with Hu Qianqian.

Half an hour after Yulian and Hu Qianqian left, construction began on the highest mountain peak in the ecological zone, but Yulian no longer cared about that; she only needed to focus on the outcome.

Back at Mount Jiuxuan, Yulian and Hu Qianqian visited Liu Shuang's dojo again. More than a hundred years had passed, and Liu Shuang's primordial spirit had weakened somewhat. Now, she spends two hours every day gazing at the place where Yang Rong is in seclusion nearby.

Then Yulian went to play with the calico cat for a while before using a spacetime array to teleport back to Wang Ping's side and continue communicating with the believers of the divine kingdom.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

One day, while Yu Lian was communicating with believers in the demon race's ecological zone, she sensed energy fluctuations coming from the Taiyan Sect's headquarters. In just an instant, she realized that someone was advancing to the fourth realm.

It's Xia Wenyi!

Yu Lian instantly thought of Wang Ping's disciple, then instinctively sensed Wang Ping's current state, and then crossed the space-time array to appear near the Taiyan Sect's base.

Her golden vertical pupils gazed at the Taiyan Sect's headquarters. At this moment, the entire headquarters was quietly enveloped by a gentle yet incredibly vast energy barrier. Intricate runes flowed across the surface of the barrier, completely isolating all the aura and secrets within from the heavens, preventing any external prying or interference.

Within the barrier, four powerful auras, like anchors in the sea, guarded the four directions of the encampment.

Zi Luan resides in the east, his body shimmering with emerald light. Li Miaolin sits in the south, his face solemn, his hands forming a hand seal. Qie Cai guards the west, while Miao Qing stands in the north.

At the core of the barrier, a familiar and vibrant life force is frantically absorbing the wood elemental energy, undergoing the most crucial life leap.

Her gaze pierced through the barrier, as if she could see a faint aura of the same origin as her struggling to shine deep within Xia Wenyi's primordial spirit. That was her younger sister, Yuanyuan, Xia Wenyi's spirit pet, who was now experiencing this crucial test together with him.

Theoretically speaking, as long as a Taiyan cultivator has a firm Dao heart, advancing to the fourth realm should be very smooth, because they already have two fifth-realm consciousnesses balancing the wood spirit.

Just then, another energy anomaly erupted from the direction of Jupiter, causing Yu Lian's golden vertical pupils to turn towards Jupiter. It was Yang Rong, who was in seclusion, condensing the Wood Spirit Core, and she was likely about to undergo her final tribulation.

After much deliberation, Yu Lian transformed into a streak of light and returned to Jupiter. In an instant, she appeared at Yang Rong's secluded cultivation location. Liu Shuang and Hu Qianqian had arrived before her. Liu Shuang was unable to withstand the energy anomaly at the moment and was protected by Hu Qianqian.

Yang Rong has indeed condensed the Wood Spirit Core, the Heavenly Tribulation has arrived, and the 'Slow Technique' runes on her body have been activated.

"Of all times..."

Yu Lian's voice was very soft.

At this moment, chains of light flowed around Yang Rong, forcibly slowing down the erosion speed of the Wood Spirit Core.

Unlike the puppet that relied on its own strength to resist, Yang Rong was prepared. She did not try to tear the wood spirit roots in her body with her bare hands, but instead made a hand seal with difficulty but steadily.

"town!"

With a low shout, several third-realm golden cultivator puppets that had been arranged around her secluded cave were activated simultaneously. Streams of incomparably sharp golden spiritual energy surged from the ground, transforming into several huge golden light sword phantoms, which fiercely slashed into Yang Rong's body.

The hissing sound continued as the wood spirit energy that had invaded her meridians was forcibly severed. During the eighth breath of the 'Slowness Spell', the violent momentum of the wood spirit core was finally temporarily suppressed.

However, the second tribulation began the instant the first tribulation ended…

"Sister?"

Hu Qianqian exclaimed in surprise. Yang Rong's advancement was fine. Liu Shuang, who was watching from the side, was perhaps too worried about her disciple. Her primordial spirit was momentarily dazed at this moment, which caused the consciousness of her spiritual veins to be revived.

This alarmed Liu Shuang's hound, which barked incessantly. (End of Chapter)