There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

After the divine spiritual power was taken away, the countless golden threads falling from the sky quickly collapsed and turned into golden spots of light in the blink of an eye, dissipating into nothingness like fireworks.

The spiritual-absorbing flag turned into a gray light in the sky and landed on the top of a snow-covered mountain in the north of the Iceberg Islands. A middle-aged man in gray-white leather armor stood on the top of the mountain, and the flag fell steadily in his hand.

This is Lian Ji of the Taiyin Sect, a third-level weapon cultivator. Since the orthodox third-level cultivators of the Taiyin Sect are all in a deep sleep, he naturally becomes the leader of the third level of the Taiyin Sect. Most of the time, he travels the world on behalf of the Taiyin Sect cultivators.

After receiving the command flag, he took out a furnace similar to the one used by the Shangdan Sect for alchemy and placed it on the snow in front of him. He activated the refining array inside the furnace. When pure Netherworld energy was formed inside the furnace, the snow on the ground melted quickly, and soon the sound of gurgling water was heard.

Lian Ji felt the spiritual energy collected in the flag and showed a trace of regret on his face. He then threw the spiritual energy into the furnace and used the Netherworld magic circle inside to neutralize the spiritual energy in the flag.

The spirits collected in the command flag carry the consciousness of the spellcaster and are full of hostility towards them. They cannot be absorbed or utilized. Not only can they not be absorbed, but they will also affect the monks' souls or primordial spirits and infinitely amplify the negative emotions in their consciousness, unless you believe in it devoutly.

When the spiritual energy inside the flag was almost refined, a golden light fell from the sky, and then a monk in a light yellow monk's robe appeared beside Lian Ji. The monk had kind eyes, his right hand was in the Buddhist one-handed salute, and in his left hand he held a string of Buddhist beads that were shining with a faint golden halo.

This is Minghui, who represents Vajra Temple and often goes out to preach. Some people jokingly call him the Two-Faced Buddha because he always has a kind look when preaching, but every time he attends the three-seat meeting, he looks like a furious Vajra.

"The attacks by the divine magic messengers are becoming more and more frequent. Do you have any ideas?" Lian Ji threw the command flag to Minghui and put away the stove in front of him.

Monk Minghui put away the command flag and did not answer Lian Ji's question. Instead, he stretched out his left hand holding the Buddhist beads and pointed in the direction of Ice City. Suddenly, a golden energy broke through the void. This energy contained a rich golden spiritual aura. When it broke through the void, it was like a sharp blade piercing through heaven and earth.

In an instant, the spiritual energy of this world turned into golden spiritual energy. The stable space was in danger of being torn apart under the influence of the rich golden spiritual energy. Fine cracks appeared one after another. With the blessing of the rules of heaven and earth, they were constantly being destroyed and repaired.

When the Qi force opened the forbidden magic circle they had constructed above the Iceberg Islands, the originally stable world of inspiration suddenly became manic. Psychic energy swept across the sky and earth like a strong wind. Countless spiritual creatures passed through the void and descended into reality. There were countless bloody mouths on their twisted bodies, devouring the chaotic spirituality between heaven and earth.

"See? This is the true spirituality of the Iceberg Islands at this moment. The people have witnessed with their own eyes the process of you blaspheming their beliefs. This has given rise to boundless hatred in their deep-rooted minds. They hate us from the bottom of their hearts!"

Monk Minghui still had a kind look on his face. As he spoke, he retracted his left hand, and the golden energy that had penetrated the void suddenly dissipated. The restrictions set up between heaven and earth returned to their original state, and all the chaos was suppressed again. Those spiritual creatures that descended from outer space disappeared silently under the stranglehold of the restriction magic circle.

Lian Ji frowned slightly upon hearing this. As a weapon cultivator, he hated chaotic spirits the most because they would affect the stability of his weapon formations. He looked at the glaciers and the land that had returned to their peaceful state and said, "I shouldn't have had the kindness to leave these disasters behind."

Monk Minghui shook his head and said, "If we had massacred the people of Ice City, the Northern Emperor would have taken the opportunity to cast a sacrificial formation. I believe that with the level of fanaticism of the people here, they would have been very willing to sacrifice their flesh and blood and consciousness."

Lian Ji waved his right hand fiercely to disperse the ice and snow that were attacking him, and asked, "Do you have any solution now, fellow Daoist?"

Monk Minghui said in a calm tone: "We must fight quickly and decisively. We cannot drag it out any longer, otherwise it will become increasingly disadvantageous to us. However, disciples of our Vajra Temple are not good at killing. Everything is decided by fellow Taoists, and we will fully cooperate."

Lian Ji showed displeasure and said, "You don't have to use your own disciples, but the monks from other sects have to contribute, right?"

Monk Minghui looked at Lian Ji seriously and emphasized, "It's not that we didn't take action. During this period of time, we have been deducing the destiny of this world."

"Is there any result?"

"No, there is a force obscuring my vision."

"Who else can obscure the deductions of several of your senior monks?"

"Have you forgotten our opponent this time? There is one who can disrupt our deduction with just one thought."

"Lord Changqing? But hasn't he been in seclusion for several years?"

Monk Minghui closed his eyes and did not continue the topic.

Lian Ji looked at Monk Minghui and said after a few moments of silence, "Since deduction will not yield any results, why not use the most primitive means and crush all delusions with force."

"Saint's mercy."

Monk Minghui opened his eyes, his kind look became even more intense, and he turned to look to the south.

Thousands of miles to the south is the land of Zhongzhou, where a battle for Zhongzhou's divine weapon is being staged. Compared to the external wars of various regimes, there are exciting dramas going on inside every day, and countless people are addicted to it.
However, the paradise in their eyes is an endless sea of ​​suffering for the cultivators all over the world, and few of them take the initiative to get involved. But the lofty cultivation world in their eyes is a bigger sea of ​​suffering, and almost no one can escape. For thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands of years, the drama performed by the cultivators is always the same, but there are still people who continue to go.

Qianmuguan.

In the eyes of the people of Zhongzhou today, it is definitely the first choice for spiritual practice. However, facing the current chaos in Zhongzhou, they chose to stand by and watch.

This has affected to a certain extent the popularity of Qianmu Temple in Taoist temples all over the country. The people of Zhongzhou are so realistic, unlike the people of Beizhou whose beliefs are so solid.

Wang Ping didn't care much about this. After all, the hundreds of millions of believers he needed to practice his divine arts were simply impossible to achieve. Even if he lost the faith of the entire north, it would not have any impact on him.

Three years ago, he announced to the public that he would stay in seclusion and not care about worldly affairs.

In fact, he traveled around the world with Yu Lian, measuring the mountains and rivers of this world with his feet. When he had nothing to do, he deduced the destiny of the world. When he was in a good mood, he used puppets to influence the direction of the war in Zhongzhou in order to integrate the progress of the "Heaven-Covering Talisman".

These were the most carefree years for Wang Ping since he was promoted to the Fourth Realm. Sometimes he even wanted to live freely for thousands of years and then return to dust.

At this moment, Wang Ping was in the depths of an unnamed mountain in the central part of Xizhou. On the side of the mountain, beside a wide river, there was a human town where people relied on hunting for a living. There were some Yuqing side-door Qigong practitioners in the town.

The town was settled by the bloodline of the clansmen, and those Yuqing side sect Qigong practitioners were also the elders of the clansmen. They did not enslave the common people as in the Zhongzhou stories, but instead needed to take care of the people's lives. However, these clans had their own rules, and they were very detailed, down to the marriage of each clan member. Their clans were divided into fixed factions based on the different Yuqing sect secrets they practiced.

For example, the various ethnic groups that practice the secret method of "Liujia Qimen" will help each other, becoming a complex and large branch, either confronting or allying with other secret practitioners.

Then, they were divided into several camps based on mountains and land. Finally, there was another boundary, which was the northern mountains and the southern plains. No matter whether they were in the cultivation world or the secular world, the two sides almost never had any contact with each other, at least on the surface.

Just like the town where Wang Ping is now, it is called Dashui Town. It is said that the town was formerly a town rebuilt after a flood at the foot of the mountain, so it was built halfway up the mountain to prevent further floods.

The town practices the secret method of 'casting beans to turn them into soldiers', so it is naturally an ally of other towns that practice the same method. However, there is a prerequisite, which is that they must be located in the same mountain range. For example, the Nantian Mountains where Dashui Town is located borders the southern plains and is considered one of the more prosperous mountain ranges.

If the ancestors of the secret methods practiced in the same mountain range have conflicts with each other, they will fight with each other, but it will be limited to fighting, and there will not be a war to annihilate the clan, because there is a mountain king in each mountain range to mediate their conflicts.

In a word, the civilization of the continent of Xizhou is very chaotic. As for the Taoists traveling from Zhongzhou, they adopt a cold-eyed attitude and will not welcome you warmly, nor will they turn you away.

When Wang Ping reached the wooden gate of the town, two adult men wearing leather armor and holding black swords stopped him. After briefly asking about his identity, they warned him in a faint tone, "We are in the Nantian Mountain Range, ruled by the Nantian Mountain Lord, with four heavenly generals stationed in the four directions. You are not allowed to use magic to hurt people in the town, otherwise you will be held accountable."

The 'heavenly generals' he mentioned refer to incoming monks, whose status is similar to that of incoming monks from Zhongzhou. They are responsible for handling some more complicated matters and usually enjoy offerings from the people.

After the guard finished speaking, he said politely, "If the Taoist priest wants to enter the town, he needs to buy an ID card. It only costs ten taels of silver. If the Taoist priest comes to our place again in the future, he can enter directly. Also, if the Taoist priest trades goods in the town, this ID card will also be used for registration."

The entrance fee to the city is not expensive, and their attitude is not bad. This is the result of countless blood and tears lessons, because the cultivators in Zhongzhou don't care about the rules in the mountains at all.

Wang Ping paid the money readily, which relieved the two guards who were responsible for registering him, and they helped him complete all the registration procedures as quickly as possible.

It is worth mentioning that the people here also use the pictographic characters commonly used in Zhongzhou, but the pronunciation is slightly different. For someone with Wang Ping's level of cultivation, he only needs to replicate the consciousness of a Xizhou person to learn their language.

After entering the town, Yu Lian poked her head out from her sleeve. The purpose of her hiding was to avoid unnecessary trouble. Most of the people in the town were hunters, and almost every household had tools for leather making. Many families were busy making leather, which made the town very dirty and smelled bad.

There are also farmers in the town. Their residences are clearly separated from those of the hunters, and even their clothing is different. Hunters mostly wear animal skins, while farmers mostly wear cotton clothes. It looks like two civilizations that were forcibly merged together.

As we got deeper into the town, the streets were cleaner, at least there wasn't as much animal excrement, the road surface was much drier, and the people passing by were dressed more decently.

Wang Ping stopped in front of a building with white walls and red tiles because he heard the sound of children reading inside, and they were also learning the doctrine of humanity. Wang Ping's soul swept over and saw the "ritual study" that the Ninth Prince of Linshui Mansion had been spreading for hundreds of years.

"Look, that should be the armor made by the secret method of 'casting beans to create soldiers', right?"

Yu Lian's voice rang out in Wang Ping's spiritual sea.

Wang Ping and Yu Lian were in tune with each other. His spiritual awareness was the first to be sensed, and then his sight was directed. Outside a house, two humanoid puppets without facial features, wearing iron armor and flashing green halos stood on both sides of the gate. Then Wang Ping's spiritual awareness sensed hundreds of the same puppets.

But they are not puppets. The energy consciousness of their whole bodies is attracted by a magic circle in the core of the town. Wang Ping had felt the aura of the magic circle from the Taoist Wenyuan when he attacked Zhenyang Mountain.

"Master, are you a monk from Zhongzhou Qianmu Temple?"

A middle-aged man in a sky blue wide-sleeved coat walked out of the academy. There was a tiger skin belt around his waist as a decoration. This attire made him look like someone who was neither good at literature nor martial arts. His fair skin also showed that he was not a worker.

Wang Ping's spiritual consciousness swept over him, and he immediately felt the spiritual energy surging in his body's sea of ​​​​qi. He was a Qigong practitioner, and was in the marrow cleansing stage.

"That's right, fellow Daoist, have you also been to Zhongzhou?"

Wang Ping responded politely.

The man glanced at the Qianmu Temple logo on Wang Ping's Taoist robe and said with a smile, "To be honest, when I was young, I often traveled to the south of Zhongzhou to do some business to earn a little money to support my cultivation. But later, the situation in Zhongzhou became unstable, so I stopped doing business."

Wang Ping nodded, clearly feeling the ruthlessness of time to the lower-level practitioners. Decades of chaos were just a blink of an eye for him, but half a lifetime for the lower-level practitioners.

At this time, Yu Lian reminded Wang Ping in the spiritual sea: "This person's consciousness is like those scholars in Zhonghui City. There are many things in his heart, but he keeps avoiding them."

Afterwards, Wang Ping started chatting politely with the other party. The other party asked Wang Ping about the situation in Zhongzhou, and Wang Ping asked him about the cultural customs in the mountains. Yu Lian remained quiet and listened to their chat.

After a while, the man smiled apologetically and said, "I am Fengchuan, Taoist friend. I haven't asked for your name yet?"

"Wang Ping!"

This was the first time Wang Ping used his secular name.

Feng Chuan clasped his fists and asked, "I see that you have a strong vitality all over your body, so you should be a wood cultivator, right?"

Wang Ping nodded and said "yes", and then he saw a light curtain panel pop up in front of him. The progress of his fusion of the "Heaven-Covering Talisman" increased a little, reaching (75/100).

In the past five years, he used the Qiyun array to increase the integration progress of the "Heaven-Covering Talisman" by two points. Now this point is brought by his deduction of the attitude of the new dynasty towards the Northwest Datong court, because just now, the new dynasty decided to use heavy troops against the Northwest court. (End of this chapter)