There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

The quiet Qingpu Road was suddenly ignited. Thousands of Zhenyang Sect monks appeared out of thin air and indiscriminately attacked the Taoist temples of Linshui Prefecture on Qingpu Road in just two hours.

There were hundreds of second-level cultivators in the sky watching covetously, making the second-level cultivators of Linshui Prefecture dare not move. They had to use their secret methods to escape to the eastern sea. Their escape formed a large-scale rout.

In just half an hour, the entire Qingpu Road was engulfed in flames. Although the water cultivators of Linshui Prefecture were naturally resistant to fire, they were helpless in the face of such a vigorous flame.

For a while, there were cultivators fighting on every part of Qingpu Road, and the common people suffered the most. They discovered that the cultivators from Linshui Prefecture, who were usually friendly and amiable, looked even more ferocious than the members of the Taoist Palace when facing life and death.

The people who had suffered from years of drought finally saw the heavy rain they had been longing for day and night, but when the rain fell, the earth turned into ice crystals, freezing the people along with them.

Zi Luan, who was waiting in the clouds above the eastern sea, waited for only three hours before the first group of monks from Linshui Prefecture who fled here arrived. They were more than ten foundation-building monks led by an incoming monk, and behind them were dozens of Qi-cultivating monks.

When these people felt the familiar sea breeze, they instinctively showed smiles of surviving a disaster on their faces, but their expressions remained on this smile, because in the next moment they were deprived of their vitality by Ziluan's "spiritual talisman", and then their bodies were dragged into the transfer array in the void, and fell on the divine altar set up above the clouds, and their spirituality was extracted in an instant.

Zi Luan absorbed this spiritual power with his own soul, enhancing the strength of his soul while further integrating the 'Tian Tong Fu', 'Jie Yun Fu' and 'Tong Ling Fu' in his body.

Although he has completely integrated the three talismans, he thinks it is not perfect because he feels that the spiritual consciousness in his body has not yet been completely integrated with his soul. He is paranoid and believes that this will cause deviations in his future promotion.

He is pursuing perfection, or doing everything possible to increase his chances of promotion.

The spiritual energy that the soul can absorb is limited, and it cannot absorb the spiritual energy of the physical body all at once. Zi Luan uses the remaining spiritual energy to refine the light of divine arts. Using such spiritual energy to refine the light of divine arts can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

When Zi Luan did all this, he maintained the "self-restraint" state of the divine art, and his indifferent attitude seemed as if it was natural for him to absorb those spiritualities.

As a day and a night passed, Zi Luan's heart grew colder and colder. During that day, any Linshui Mansion disciple who wanted to escape from him did not even have the chance to surrender. They all became nourishment for his magic and soul. He even almost couldn't stop himself when he encountered Zhenyang Sect disciples chasing him to the eastern sea.

As a result, there was a brief spiritual chaos in his sea area, which was forcibly dispelled by him using the "borrowed luck charm". When he exited the "self-denial" state, he also released the "nothingness" state and whispered: "The great way is vast, it can be controlled."

As soon as he finished speaking, the space next to him shook slightly, and then Que Cai's figure appeared.

After hearing what Zi Luan said, Que Cai glanced at the divine sacrificial formation beside Zi Luan and said, "Is this from the scripture of Lord Chang Qing? But it also has the next sentence, 'The great way is vast and can be controlled; all things live on it without complaint, and the work is accomplished without name; it clothes and nourishes all things without being the master.'"

Zi Luan chuckled. Deep down in his heart he didn't quite agree with what followed. In his eyes, the Great Dao should be surging and endlessly powerful. A cultivator pursuing the Great Dao should conquer everything. There should be no humility in the face of such things.

However, at this moment, Wang Ping had already reached the fourth realm, while he was still lingering in the third realm, so it was not easy for him to say what he was thinking. After all, in the world of cultivation, the one who achieved success always came first.

So he looked at the flames all over the sky in the direction of Qingpu Road, changed the subject and said, "The Zhenyang Sect has really overturned the table this time. So many disciples of Linshui Mansion were killed or injured, some of them were core disciples of the inner sect. I'm afraid that the situation will continue until one side fights to the death."

Que Cai followed Zi Luan's gaze and said, "Perhaps this is the result they want."

Zi Luan nodded and said in a low voice: "What are you thinking about now? Such a big thing has no signs beforehand. I never thought that the Zhenyang Sect would really do it this time."

Que Cai glanced at Zi Luan with a hint of mockery in her eyes and said, "You are not a saint, how can you know everything?"

"That's true." Zi Luan smiled generously, looked towards the south in the direction of Pingzhou Road, stretched out his left hand and made a fixed spell, using the secret method to connect to some puppets he had arranged in Pingzhou Road, and said: "The disciples of Linshui Mansion in Pingzhou Road have not yet realized the seriousness of the matter."

"Didn't we expect the True Yang Cult to be so determined this time?"

"That makes sense, and this is an opportunity for us. After all, the True Yang Sect will bear the consequences."

"That's right."

As they were talking, the Zhenyang Sect disciples who had just experienced a round of fighting on Qingpu Road began to move in an orderly manner towards Pingzhou Road. At the same time, many disciples from the side sects that relied on the Zhenyang Sect for their practice in the three areas of Zhenyang Mountain also sent their disciples eastward.

Two days later.

The monks from Linshui Prefecture in Pingzhou Road were also cleared out, but this time the Zhenyang Sect also lost a lot of disciples, and there were even dozens of second-level monks joining the battle. This set most of the city in Pingzhou Road on fire. Countless people in the south of Pingzhou Road crossed Binguan and rushed to the Liangjiang area as soon as the disaster occurred.

However, Bin Pass was too narrow, causing the official road to be blocked for more than ten kilometers. At this time, the disciples of Zhenyang Sect continued to move south. This time, Linshui Prefecture was well prepared. The cultivators of both sides encountered each other above Bin Pass, but did not take action immediately, because there were hundreds of thousands of civilians below, and no one dared to massacre hundreds of thousands of civilians so openly.

Linshui Prefecture wanted to use these people as bargaining chips to buy time in order to gather more monks to stop the attack of Zhenyang Sect.

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At the same time, Anmu Island in the southeast waters.

This ill-fated island is close to the Zhongzhou mainland, so it is the first to suffer whenever there is a conflict between Zhongzhou and the southeastern waters. At this moment, there has been a rebellion on the island that has been going on for two days. Two organized naval forces in the south of the Datong court have surrounded the port of Anmu Island, waiting for the order from above.

A hundred miles west of Anmu Island, above a temporary supply port built on a small island, Li Miaolin was hiding under the clouds with a secret method of transfer around him. He was using this secret method to control a battalion of defenders on Anmu Island who had been transformed into puppets by him, and were indiscriminately attacking the towns on the island.

Sadness, joy, excitement and other expressions flashed across his face from time to time, as if he was watching a wonderful drama performance. He had been in this state for two days, and he was still immersed in it.

At the port below, two middle-aged men in light armor were running around in a panic. In front of the two middle-aged men stood a young Taoist priest, wearing the blue Taoist robe of the inner sect of Qianmu Temple, a white jade crown on his head, and a row of storage bags and an identity card of one of the four seats in the Taoist Palace on the jade belt around his waist.

This is Li Miaolin's disciple Mingxing. He looked at his master who was still immersed in himself, then turned to look at the two naval generals behind him. After sighing, he rose into the sky, flew in front of Li Miaolin, and stopped outside the secret transfer method.

"Master, the dean's order is for us to mobilize the navy to quell the rebellion as soon as possible."

"Has the dean sent a letter to urge us?"

"Not really, but news came from Pingzhou Road that the Zhenyang Sect has already cleared out all the disciples from Linshui Mansion in Pingzhou Road, and the Zhenyang Sect should have already moved south now."

Li Miaolin suddenly woke up from his state after hearing this. He put away the secret method of transfer beside him with some regret, looked at Mingxing and asked: "Is time passing so quickly?"

Ming Xing clasped his fists and said, "Two days have passed. Including the day of gathering, three days have passed. The two uncles sent a message yesterday, asking about our situation here."

The uncles he mentioned were Xuan Ling and Xia Wenyi. Li Miaolin waved his hands impatiently and said, "Do they want to get involved?" Without waiting for Mingxing to answer, he landed on the port and looked at the two navy commanders and ordered, "The rest is up to you. Do your best to push the battle line into the southeastern sea area. Do you understand?"

The two generals immediately bowed their heads and accepted the order.

Li Miaolin looked at the two and said, "Don't show that expression. I won't really let you die. Even if you do die, your descendants will be properly arranged. Maybe you will have the opportunity to enter Qianmu Temple to practice."

Upon hearing this, the two generals immediately put away their undue discouragement and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "We will go through fire and water for you, Lord!"

"No matter what your status is, it is not your turn to go through fire and water for the Lord. Remember, you have received an order from the court to go to the Southeast Islands to quell the rebellion. Do you understand?"

Li Miaolin narrowed his eyes. He hated people who didn't recognize their own status the most.

The two generals sensed the change in Li Miaolin's aura and quickly put away their inappropriate thoughts and nodded repeatedly. Ming Xing, who was standing by, saw this and scolded, "Why don't you go and do your work? Are you waiting for me to take you there?"

Li Miaolin glanced at his apprentice, then looked at the two generals who were leaving quickly, and said with a smile: "Are you still worried that I will kill them?"

Mingxing shook his head, "I'm not worried at all, but I can't waste any more time now."

Li Miaolin walked towards the interior of the island and said, "You should still worry about your practice. Do you have the confidence to advance to the third realm within a hundred years?"

"No, I don't have high talent to begin with."

"Then use this opportunity to stabilize your soul."

"Master, are you talking about the blood sacrifice formation?"

"After the battle for Zhongzhou's divine weapon begins, all parties will tacitly accept that blood sacrifice is legal, because if the spirits of too many cultivators are not dealt with, it will become a problem."

"I will consider it."

"You, forget it. If you like to follow the right path, I won't stop you. But in the six thousand years since the rise of humanity, there has only been one person, Lord Changqing, among all the human cultivators. His life cannot be imitated."

Mingxing shook his head and smiled: "I just don't want to be so tired."

Li Miaolin stopped when he heard that, turned around and looked at his apprentice, "You are wrong, that is the easiest way."

Mingxing clasped his fists: "But it seems very complicated to me."

Li Miaolin said no more, turned around and continued walking towards the center of the island, where a temporary transit warehouse was built and many disciples of Qianmu Temple were stationed.

"Boom"

"Boom"

The sound of war drums was heard from afar, and two three-story warships at the dock weighed anchor.

Further west, a fleet of cargo ships were approaching slowly, apparently carrying heavy crossbows needed for naval warfare.

The port of Shang'an Prefecture, which is a little further away, has been operating non-stop for twelve hours a day in the past three days. It has now stockpiled a port's worth of heavy crossbows. In the next half month, the two naval forces in the south that are suppressing the rebellion can use crossbows without scruples to quell the rebels on various islands.

In a teahouse at the port terminal, Ao Hong, hiding among the vendors, quietly watched the crossbow arrows being loaded onto the ship, not caring at all that those crossbow arrows would be shot at the people on the southeast islands.

"Our plans were completely disrupted by their actions. We suffered heavy casualties in this encirclement and suppression, especially on Pingzhou Road and Qingpu Road. If we hadn't received the news in advance, it is estimated that no more than 10% of us would have survived."

Hongze spoke in a low voice.

Ao Hong glanced at Hong Ze casually and said with a smile: "Don't worry about it. Our purpose is very simple, which is to add some things to Ao Bing's magic array. We don't care about anything else. We can take this opportunity to get close to Ao Bing, which will be more conducive to our future actions. But remember not to really contact Ao Bing."

Hong Ze immediately assured, "Don't worry, Master. I personally took care of all those matters. I asked Daoist Fellow Ziluan to modify the memories of all the important disciples."

Ao Hong nodded, withdrew his gaze from the dock, stood up and walked downstairs to the teahouse. Hongze hurriedly threw a piece of silver on the table, trying to keep up with Ao Hong, but in the blink of an eye Ao Hong had disappeared.

Hongze could only smile, and quickly walked out of the teahouse, then turned into a stream of light and flew towards Zhonghui City while no one was paying attention. When he was about to reach Zhonghui City, he threw his identity card in the Taoist Palace into the clouds, and then looked at the vast land below.

The official roads on both sides of Zhonghui City were full of horse-drawn carriages. They were dignitaries who had come to Zhonghui City overnight to seek refuge after hearing the news. They already had properties in Zhonghui City, and in the future, I'm afraid that more and more people would rush here.

When Hong Ze saw this scene, he recalled the war with the cultivation world in southern Zhongzhou that he personally commanded more than 300 years ago. At that time, whenever the army of Linshui Prefecture approached, such scenes would appear in various places in the south.

But now he was standing next to his former enemy. It could only be said that things in this world were unpredictable. After sighing for a while, he landed in a Taoist temple in the mountains north of Zhonghui City. This was his temporary resting place.

"teacher!"

The boy in the dojo came forward to greet him.

Hongze asked casually, "Is there anything important that happened while I was away?"

The boy replied, "The most important thing right now should be the confrontation between the Binguan Zhenyang Sect and the disciples of the Third Prince. There are nearly a million innocent people gathered under their feet. The Zhenyang Sect obviously does not want to give up like this. I went to Qianmu Temple to inquire an hour ago. The three-chair meeting is now in a state of quarrel."

Hong Ze looked serious when he heard this and asked, "Do you have any news?"

The boy shook his head, "No news for now." (End of this chapter)