There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 1099 Rongyang's Revival
In front of the Taiyan Sect's headquarters.

Zi Luan stood above the Guizhen Hall, protecting the Qi cultivators under the Taiyan Sect. Li Miaolin and Miao Qing were separated on either side to prevent any other unexpected events from happening. Que Cai, Xuan Ling, and Xia Wenyi were in front, holding a fixed hand seal to suppress the impact of the violent energy on the Taiyan Sect's territory.

Tongyu Daoist, Luo Feng, Keyue, and the puppet king Yan were at the heart of the chaos.

The core of the energy turbulence was the place where Leng Kezhen had secluded herself to advance her cultivation. The terrifying backlash from the failed advancement completely distorted the magical artifact array that Leng Kezhen had honed throughout her life, as well as the violent spiritual energy she had generated when breaking through to the next realm, forming a monster that kept expanding and deforming.

Sometimes it takes the form of a giant beast formed from a pile of broken magical artifacts, with countless sharp blades opening and closing in a disorderly manner, cutting through the air and emitting a tooth-grinding shriek; other times it disperses into a cloud of pervasive white-gold evil mist, within which hides ferocious demonic shadows, exuding a mad intent to devour everything.

Tongyu Daoist's expression was solemn, and the Yin energy around him was clear, cold, and profound.

"You will cover my retreat!"

He called out to Luo Feng, Ke Yue, and Wang Yan. At this moment, Mo Huaiyuan appeared in the distance, looking at Leng Kezhen, who had gone completely mad, with a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Luo Feng responded immediately, his fingers flashing like a sword, and an invisible barrier quickly unfolded around him, enveloping the entire chaotic area.

Ke Yue's body was ablaze with true yang fire, which he aimed precisely at the pollution emanating from the distorted objects. Wherever the beam passed, the demonic energy melted and dissipated like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Puppet King Yan pressed his hands to the ground, and a surge of powerful wood spirit energy flowed into the earth's veins. Instantly, countless tough vines grew from the ground. The thick vines wrapped around the twisted creature's "limbs" like chains. Although they were constantly cut off by the sharp energy, they were also regenerated in an endless stream, greatly restricting its range of movement.

"Don't hold back, Fellow Daoist Leng's consciousness is beyond saving!"

Zi Luan's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Tongyu Daoist glanced at Ziluan's side, and after confirming that the outer defenses were secure, a dark light flashed in his eyes. The originally cold and aloof Taiyin Qi around him suddenly became deep and majestic, and a dense Netherworld aura gathered like a tide, with faint sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling echoing in the void.

He slowly extended his hands, which had been forming a hand seal, and uttered profound syllables: "Rise!"

The moment the words fell, the overwhelming aura of the underworld suddenly collapsed, transforming into a highly condensed purple lightning bolt!

The dark lightning silently tore through the space, seemingly swallowing up even the light in its path, leaving only a brief purple trail.

"laugh--"

The instant the lightning struck its target, there was no earth-shattering explosion, but rather a heart-palpitating, ear-piercing sound, like a red-hot iron being plunged into ice water.

The monster's wildly swirling artifact fragments and platinum-gold malevolent mist completely destroyed the stability of their internal structure the moment they came into contact with the purple Yin Lightning.

Before the out-of-control monster could react, a second bolt of dark lightning struck...

The twisted monster crumbled at a visible speed, and finally, as the last wisp of white-gold evil mist was purified by the Yin Lightning, only a charred crater remained, along with a chilling aura and a faint smell of burning metal in the air.

Luo Feng promptly removed the barrier, and Ke Yue also withdrew her True Yang Fire. The vines controlled by Wang Yan slowly retracted back to the ground, and the scene fell silent for a moment, with only the occasional sound of gravel sliding off the edge of the pit reminding people of the danger that had just occurred.

"What a pity, Fellow Daoist Leng has everything you need, except for an opportunity to advance."

Ke Yue made her evaluation.

Tongyu Daoist said, "There is no such thing as a ruthless path in this world. No human being can be ruthless and without desire. Without exception, those who cultivate this path will go astray and become possessed by demons."

As he finished speaking, a streak of azure light flashed across the void and landed on the outskirts of the already dilapidated temple.

It was Qingjiang. She first bowed to Tongyu Daoist, and then bowed to Ziluan and the others in the distance. Ke Yue sighed as she looked at Qingjiang, and with a wave of her left hand, a stream of true yang energy appeared, burning away the dust inside and outside the temple and revealing the true face of the temple at this moment.

Qingjiang bowed to Ke Yue again, then landed in the center of the ruins. A broken horse-slaying sword was very conspicuous in the ruins. When she reached out to touch the horse-slaying sword, the blade immediately turned to ash, leaving only a bronze handle.

Just as Qingjiang carefully put away the bronze handle, several chaotic auras suddenly appeared under the starry sky at the same time!
"It's other weapon cultivators who are trying to advance to the fourth realm who are affected by this power. We need to suppress them as soon as possible, otherwise all weapon cultivators who are trying to advance will go berserk!"

Mo Huaiyuan's cold voice rang out.

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light appeared outside the Taiyin Sect's base, indicating that Quan Xing had personally arrived.

"I've seen a real person!"

Everyone, including Zi Luan, bowed with their hands clasped in greeting.

Quan Xing ignored the crowd bowing to him. His deep gaze seemed to pierce through space, landing on the several chaotic auras that had just risen in the starry sky. To the demon cultivator who had reached the second step of the fifth realm, these weapon cultivator consciousnesses that were about to go berserk due to resonance were nothing more than sparks that could be extinguished with a flick of the finger.

He stretched out his finger and casually pointed at a certain spot in the starry sky.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance, but the moment he pointed his finger, the rules of the entire star field surrounding Jupiter seemed to tremble slightly, and an indescribable majesty spread out, causing all the fourth-realm cultivators present to feel a shiver in their primordial spirit.

The next moment, in the depths of the starry sky, where the chaotic auras that had just erupted had been located, points of brilliant spiritual light appeared without warning. These spiritual lights contained a destructive aura more terrifying than heavenly lightning, and were 'spiritual tribulations' that directly targeted the cultivator's primordial spirit!
They silently disappeared into the secluded cultivation grounds of those artifact cultivators, into the depths of their primordial spirits that were about to go berserk.

There was no struggle, no screams, and not even the aftershocks of the energy collision.

The several chaotic auras that had just risen, filled with madness and destruction, were completely subsided the moment the spiritual light entered, as if gently wiped away by an invisible hand, and then vanished without a trace.

Quan Xing withdrew his finger as if he had done something insignificant. He turned his gaze to Zi Luan and the others, his voice calm and even, yet carrying an undeniable authority: "The path of weapon cultivation is courageous and diligent, but extreme rigidity is easily broken. Those whose Dao heart is not firm are easily invaded by external demons. Today's events can serve as a warning."

After he finished speaking, his figure gradually faded away, as if disappearing into the surrounding spiritual energy.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes still filled with shock. The Fifth Realm had far surpassed their wildest imaginations, yet even someone like him could only respectfully address Wang Ping as "True Lord." Zi Luan, Li Miaolin, and Que Cai, for some reason, recalled their past struggle with Wang Ping for a spot in the Fourth Realm. Back then, they had competed with him as seniors, but now…

When they thought of this, they stopped themselves from thinking any further, because thinking any further would easily cause their Daoist resolve to collapse.

"We need to send someone to have a good discussion with the weapon cultivators of the Nine Cauldrons Sect. In the future, weapon cultivators should be promoted to a special area, and a special assessment should be developed. The assessment criteria can refer to our requirements for the quota of the Three Realms."

Zi Luan spoke to Li Miaolin and Que Cai, his tone seemingly deliberating yet carrying a commanding air.

Li Miaolin nodded and said, "I will personally take charge of this matter and will arrange it as quickly as possible."

Daoist Miaoqing added, “We have also sent many cultivators at the third realm to reinforce the front lines. They will most likely be relying on the front lines to silently cultivate their mind and attempt to advance. We must immediately send someone to talk to them and bring them back.” He paused and looked at Ziluan, “If the front lines really encounter problems because of this, we will be in a passive position at the Second Meeting again.”

Zi Luan nodded. In recent years, due to Wang Ping's slumber and the emergence of Ao Yi from Linshui Prefecture, the Taiyan Sect has been in a passive position in many places. The most obvious example is the Second Seat Meeting, where members who are on good terms with the Taiyan Sect can only choose to protect themselves.

"Then let's do it."

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Jupiter. He didn't understand why Wang Ping had remained silent for hundreds of years, nor did he dare to ask. Just then, his communication token emitted an energy fluctuation.

Then, energy fluctuations were simultaneously transmitted through the communication tokens of Li Miaolin and the others. Zi Luan said, "The advancement of Fairy Rong under the True Lord's sect to the fourth realm is a major event. We need to come up with a plan."

As he spoke, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. Yang Rong's advancement to the fourth realm would once again rally the morale of the Taiyan Sect and its three subordinate cultivators. Furthermore, Yang Rong was a disciple of a True Monarch, which could also be used to stabilize the scattered morale within the sect.

...

Liu Shuang Dojo.

After the brief chaos in the starry sky, Yu Lian and the others naturally shifted their conversation to Leng Kezhen. She had a good relationship with Hu Qianqian, Liu Shuang, and Yang Rong. Seeing him lose control and be eliminated, they felt a little melancholy.

Yu Lian returned to Wang Ping's side just before the Dharma assembly specially held by the Taiyan Sect for Yang Rong began. Sensing Wang Ping's presence, she said, "Wake up soon. I feel so sorry for Leng Kezhen. I originally wanted to develop him into an envoy of the Divine Kingdom."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and a wisp of watery energy appeared beside her, as if calculating something. After a few breaths, she tilted her head back and looked towards the sun, saying, "Judging from the time, according to Bai Yan and the others' deductions, Rong Yang's consciousness should be waking up soon, and that old dragon in the Dragon Palace will probably reveal his true thoughts soon as well."

Yu Lian's calculations were very accurate. Three years after she spoke those words, at the hour of Chen (7-9 AM) on the ninth day of the seventh month of the Dao Palace calendar in 1647, the sun's rays cast a dazzling white light under the starry sky, drawing many high-level cultivators in the area to look towards the sun.

Mars.

The sealing array at the core, once laid down by the blazing sun, is now dim and lifeless.

A dormant, terrifying will erupted suddenly, like a sleeping volcano, causing the entire Martian crust to tremble violently and the ocean of magma to churn and roar.

The blinding white light emanated from within Mars. This pure and intense light instantly pierced through the thick layers of the Earth, turning the Martian sky a vast expanse of white.

The next moment, a clear yet fierce cry resounded through the starry sky, even reaching nearby celestial bodies.

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With that long roar, a colossal figure crashed through the Martian surface, soaring into the sky with boundless light and heat.

It was an incomparably magnificent golden crow, its feathers displaying a flowing golden luster, as if forged from molten sun gold, its body burning with an inextinguishable true sun fire, its wingspan enough to cover half of the sky above Mars.

This is Rongyang's true form, having broken free from its predicament!
However, this sacred and majestic bird, whose eyes should be as bright as the sun, now has one eye that is an ominous dark red, and there seems to be an aura of corruption deep in its pupil.

He roared to the sky, his voice filled with the ecstatic joy of being freed, as well as the lingering chaos and pain. He instinctively flapped his wings, and real fire rained down, instantly vaporizing the nearby starry sky.

Do you want to be sealed away again?

A cold voice rang out, and the figure of True Monarch Baiyan appeared beside him. An invisible pressure suddenly enveloped Rongyang's body, causing the huge golden crow to crash violently onto the surface of Mars.

The Netherworld Qi instantly gathered in the void, forming boundless purple runes that fixed the area where the Golden Crow's body was located. With a mournful cry, the enormous Golden Crow's body collapsed to the ground, and a boiling lava instantly formed around it. Then, Rong Yang's primordial spirit coalesced into a physical humanoid Daoist.

"Thank you for your help, True Lord!"

Rongyang's voice rang out, but it was a thank you.

Bai Yan landed in front of the lava and looked at him, saying, "The magic array set up by Lieyang is connected to the fire spirit rules of this starry sky. It will definitely come at a price to separate your primordial spirit consciousness. You have only temporarily recovered your main consciousness and need to slowly cleanse the pollution in your body. During this period, you must not use great magic power."

Rongyang quickly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your help, True Lord."

Bai Yan waved his hand and said, "You should thank Chang Qing. If it weren't for him suppressing Lie Yang, you wouldn't have had a chance to escape. Part of Lie Yang's consciousness still exists and will serve as the core for stabilizing solar energy. Your other responsibility is to guard him, but you must not communicate with him until the pollution in your body is cleaned up."

Rongyang wanted to express his gratitude again.

Bai Yan waved his hand again and said, "If you want to thank him, go and say it to him yourself. Your next responsibility is to stabilize the true yang spiritual energy in the starry sky. You must not get involved in the battles between the True Monarchs. After all, with your current physique, if something really happens to you, it will be quite troublesome."

After saying that, he threw out a communication token and warned, "This is a communication token for a meeting. Now, just listen to what's going on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yan transformed into a streak of purple light and disappeared into the starry sky.

Rong Yang watched Bai Yan leave, and then politely bowed to the area where Bai Yan had just been. He then dispelled the Taiyin runes that had been placed around him, allowing his physical body to immerse itself in the magma. After his primordial spirit gazed at the void in silence for a long time, he sensed the other cultivators of the True Yang Sect at the fourth realm and immediately sent a telepathic message to them to come and see him.

(End of this chapter)