There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

A sixty-year period passed by unknowingly.

Forty years ago, the land of Zhongzhou welcomed a new unified dynasty, the Da'an Dynasty established by the Yang family of Beiyuan Road. The capital was located one hundred miles west of the original Shangjing City, on the northern bank of several branches of the Nong River, and was named Ding'an City.

In the past forty years, the founding emperor of the An Dynasty has passed away, and the new emperor has been on the throne for twelve years. With the "non-action" and national cultivation advocated by the Taiyan Sect, and the secret crackdown on powerful families, these years can be regarded as a peaceful and prosperous country.

The An Dynasty follows the old Taoist method of recording years. Now it is the 61st year of the An calendar, and the New Year has just passed. Various places are busy worshiping their ancestors and various gods.

Zhonghui County, the second day of the Lunar New Year.

At three quarters past three in the morning, before daybreak, the entire Zhonghui City had already woken up.

Outside the Wang family compound that occupies the entire western district of the city, dozens of servants are drawing water by the huge ancient well near the canal.

In front of the main gate of the Wang family compound, servants poured basins of clean water on the bluestone slabs, cleaning them until they were shiny. Countless water droplets splashed, reflecting tiny rays of light under the halo of lanterns on both sides of the gate.

Looking further ahead, on the main road extending from outside the Wang family compound to the center of the city, people would carry buckets of clean water to wash the ground every two meters. The lanterns held by the people responsible for fetching water illuminated the entire city.

From the main roads of the city, all the way to the suburbs in the north of the city, there are bright lights. Outside the suburbs in the north of the city, a huge altar over two hundred feet long and wide is being built. Its main structure has been formed, and more than a dozen monks wearing Taiyan Taoist robes are measuring whether the specifications of the altar are in compliance.

Further away was An Chao, an official from the Ministry of Rites dressed in the uniform of the first rank official. Next to him was a prince dressed in a python robe, and behind him were hundreds of officials from various departments. At this moment, they all bowed their heads devoutly and recited Taoist scriptures.

An hour later.

At three quarters past the hour of Mao, the royal guards, dressed in gorgeous heavy armor, stood on both sides of the cleared street, one every two steps.

As time went by, people came out of their homes and waited quietly in the empty seats on both sides of the street. Hundreds of feet outside the suburban altar, there were people from other towns who came from afar, and even people who came from the north, as well as people from Xizhou who had set out to rush here several months ago.

In the Wang family compound.

Shangxing Garden is the viewing garden where Wang Shan, the current head of the Wang family, lives.

At this moment, Wang Shan was standing in front of the main house door in a cotton short shirt, watching the servants busying around with a clear and calm look.

"Master, it's time to change clothes." A woman's voice sounded behind Wang Shan.

"Ok!"

Wang Shan nodded, turned around and saw the lady in the first-grade phoenix robe. A smile inadvertently appeared between his brows. Then, under the gaze of the lady, he walked towards the dressing room on the right. Two beautiful maids had been waiting for a long time next to the screen. Near the screen, there were two special stoves made by the Zhenyang Sect to provide heat for the room.

One of the two maids was holding a sacrificial robe that had been prepared long ago. Wang Shan walked behind the screen. One maid immediately took off his cotton coat for him, while the other one put on the sacrificial robe for him. The black sacrificial robe looked very simple, but if you look closely, you will find that it was embroidered with gorgeous dark patterns, which flickered faintly under the light.

After putting on the ritual robes, Wang Shan whispered a few words to his wife, and then the butler's voice came from the door: "Master, the time is almost up, and the clansmen have all arrived."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shan took a deep breath, said goodbye to his wife and walked out of his Shangxing Garden. Two followers had been waiting outside the garden for a long time. When they saw Wang Shan and the housekeeper coming out, they bowed respectfully and followed them.

The group passed through numerous courtyards and arrived in front of the ancestral hall, which was already crowded with people. They were all direct members of the Wang family. They were all wearing ritual robes and standing in an orderly manner according to their seniority.

After Wang Shan appeared, some clansmen saluted him. They were all younger generations, so he just nodded. When they entered the ancestral hall, it was also crowded with people. These people had to be much more well-behaved because there were special etiquette officers to correct them.

Under the watchful eyes of the etiquette officer, Wang Shan walked slowly in the Eight Direction Steps to the altar in the ancestral hall. The altar was already filled with various offerings, including three kinds of animals and five kinds of grains, seasonal fresh fruits, fine wine and delicious dishes.

The highest position on the altar is the golden statue of Wang Ping. The golden statue of Wang Ping in the Wang Family Ancestral Hall is solemn and dignified, with the kindness of an elder between his brows. The spirit snake beside it is not as majestic as those in other temples, but presents a peaceful atmosphere.

The etiquette officers handed Wang Shan three incense sticks, and then after repeatedly confirming the time, they sang: "The auspicious time has arrived."

The ceremony officially begins.

Wang Shan took the lead and inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner.

Green smoke rose up and swirled in the ancestral hall. He prayed softly and knelt on the cushion to kowtow.

After the ceremony, the clansmen behind him came forward one by one to kneel, burn incense, and kowtow. Every time their foreheads touched the cold ground, they seemed to feel the glory of the Wang family flowing in their blood.

Outside the Wang family compound, countless members of the Wang family's side branches also offered incense to Wang Ping at this moment. Even the emperor and officials in the royal temple were worshiping him.

The spiritual faith generated by their sacrifices gathered into continuous golden lotuses among the clouds of Zhongzhou Star.

The ceremony lasted for two hours. When the last stick of incense was inserted into the incense burner, it was already dawn. Green lights appeared out of nowhere and sank into the bodies of all the Wang family members. The Wang family members were already used to it, but they still maintained a reverent attitude and knelt down. After they stood up, the sound of drums and music came from outside the ancestral hall, which meant that the parade team was ready.

After the Wang family members’ worship was over, the common people began to worship.

Wang Shan walked out of the ancestral hall. The winter sun fell on him, causing him to look up subconsciously. Then he walked slowly toward the outside of the mansion in an eight-character step. The clansmen behind him followed him according to their seniority.

Outside the mansion gate, more than a dozen pure white horses were ready, with the Wang family emblem inlaid on the saddles. In front of these horses, hundreds of Qigong practitioners were carrying a golden statue with a golden halo.

This is naturally the golden statue of Wang Ping. This statue is more majestic than the statue in the ancestral hall. Like the statue in the temple, it has two incarnations, one is compassionate and gentle, the other is ferocious and terrifying. The spirit snakes surrounding him have fierce eyes, and the layers of scales on their bodies are filled with coldness.

In front of the statue, there was a team of golden-armored cavalry leading the way.

Wang Shan climbed onto his horse, followed by the younger generation of the Wang family, all of them looking very heroic.

"Get up~"

Following the order, drums and music sounded, and flags fluttered. When the huge team reached the main street, both sides of the street were already crowded with people. They did not cheer, but prayed devoutly.

Not only in Zhonghui City, but all the prefectures in Zhongzhou held corresponding sacrificial activities, even the imperial capital Anding City was the same. The emperor and all the officials followed the golden statue, and the people prayed devoutly on both sides of the street.

This caused the golden lotuses above the clouds to become increasingly dense, and it seemed as if the spiritual faith between heaven and earth was about to be transformed into substance.

Zhonghui City.

More and more clansmen followed Wang Shan, including members of the Wang family's side branches.

The people on both sides of the street saw the golden statue carried by the qigong practitioners. Some knelt on the ground and worshiped, muttering something; some put their hands together; some prostrated themselves; some even burst into tears, their eyes full of fanaticism and awe, as if they had seen a real immortal descend.

In a short while, the parade stretched for several miles. When it reached the city gate, the children of the Wang family who followed behind continued to join in.

Soon the team arrived at the high platform built in the north of the city. The number of people gathered here could be described as a huge crowd. There were even dozens of third-level monks standing on the edge of the altar. The leader of these third-level monks was the head of the Pingdong Sect, Taoist Wenhai. As for the princes of the court and the officials of the Ministry of Rites, they could only line up behind them.

After seeing the golden statue of Wang Ping arrive, they all showed awe on their faces, and some even knelt down involuntarily.

Wang Shan sat on his horse, looking down at the crowds of people around him, then looked back at the endless number of Wang family members behind him. The city in his eyes was shrouded in golden afterglow, and then his eyes involuntarily looked towards the Qianmuguan mountains shrouded in mist in the distance.

...

Above Qianmuguan.

Liu Shuang was surrounded by dense golden lotuses, quietly watching the grand ceremony taking place in Zhonghui City at the moment. Beside her were two young cultivators, who were her disciples and also Yang Rong's disciples. One of them was Wang Yuqin, who had already entered the second realm, and the other was a new disciple named Zhao Lei. Just like his name, he was a very honest and upright person.

Qianmu Temple has been managed by Liu Shuang in recent years. Her dojo has been moved out of Qianmu Temple. She found another mountain among the mountains as her dojo. She named it Shuangshan, which she used to teach her disciples. It can be regarded as another form of founding a sect.

Today, her lineage is thriving because Wang Yuqin has gained many disciples through training outside. Although their qualifications vary, they are all honest in character.

"Where has the Grandmaster been all these years?"

Wang Yuqin asked in a low voice.

Liu Shuang shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

As she finished her words, a golden glow shot up from the northern sky. It was the spiritual faith emanating from the altar built by countless pilgrims of the Taiyan Sect.

During the past few decades, all sects have uniformly promoted the belief in Wang Ping, causing many Qigong practitioners in the cultivation world to develop faith in Wang Ping. At the beginning of each year, hundreds of thousands of Qigong practitioners would gather around Taiyan Mountain. They called this behavior "pilgrimage."

"It's those pilgrims again. They seem to believe in the master, but they are actually just looking for an opportunity to turn things around. They are not as sincere as ordinary people in the mortal world, so why can they gather such a strong spiritual faith?"

Wang Yuqin's tone showed that she had no favorable impression of the so-called "pilgrims", and she thought that they were all opportunists.

Liu Shuang did not comment on this. She looked at the golden lotus flowers in the clouds that looked like a fantasy, and couldn't help but think in her heart: "Where is the master?"

...

outer space.

Under the silent starry sky, there is a very inconspicuous ecological zone among the interweaving black and white lights. The ecological zone is only two hundred feet long and wide, with a simple forest of spiritual trees. In the central area there is a spiritual spring bubbling out water, forming a circulating stream in the narrow ecological zone.

There is a small courtyard beside the stream, with two thatched huts in the courtyard. There is a simple coffee table and a futon in front of the eaves. At this moment, a Taoist priest in a gray and white wide robe is sitting casually beside the coffee table.

This person was naturally Wang Ping who was avoiding cause and effect in outer space. The dense golden lines under his feet constructed a huge map. This map included Zhongzhou, Beizhou, Xizhou and Dongzhou, and even the Far East Continent had a faint outline.

Yu Lian lay on the map, obsessed with the rich humanity in the believers' consciousness.

"How long will it take you to condense the final form of the kingdom of God?" Yu Lian suddenly turned to look at Wang Ping and asked.

"I don't know, it should be soon." Wang Ping put down the chess piece in his hand and met Yu Lian's gaze. Then golden light continued to gather around him.

In just a moment, the prototype of the Kingdom of God unfolded under Wang Ping's feet. The divine map became more specific in the Kingdom of God, and Wang Ping's eyes were fixed on the spiritual faith gathered at the top of the Kingdom of God. Those were the spiritual faith offered voluntarily by countless believers. They were converging to the edge of the Kingdom of God, making the unreal place more real.

"There are enough believers, but there are not enough believers who truly dedicate their spiritual faith. There is no need to rush this matter. The prosperity of Zhongzhou Star has not really arrived yet. When the prosperity arrives, everything will fall into place!"

Wang Ping was not in a hurry. He removed the prototype kingdom of God while talking. Looking at the light screen panel that popped up, his compatibility with the destiny of heaven and earth had reached (82/100), and the average value of forest coverage and refining had reached (71/100).
After the degree of harmony with the destiny of heaven and earth reaches (75/100), it is difficult to increase it further, so he requires that his statue be worshipped every year to increase his harmony with the destiny of heaven and earth.

However, this is also related to the fact that the prosperous times have not really arrived. As long as the prosperous times arrive, his popularity will continue to expand, and perhaps he will be able to meet the requirements for promotion within a hundred years.

It’s just that this time the light curtain panel did not indicate the success rate of the promotion, but it didn’t matter. He could still use the Sky Eye to calculate it, and such calculations would make people more at ease.

"Oh, I almost forgot one thing."

When Wang Ping sat down and planned to continue playing chess and drinking tea, he suddenly remembered something. He saw him use the "Dongtian Mirror" and "Exploring Golden Ball" to transfer the clone underground in the cave of the mountaintop dojo to the ecological zone of Taiyan Sect, and then collected the combined magic array of the cave.

Shen Xiaozhu, Xuan Ling and Xia Wenyi, who were in seclusion, woke up immediately. All three of them had a feeling that they had not yet finished their meditation. Before they could even feel the changes in their spiritual veins, they were cleared out by the transfer formation in the cave.

When Wang Ping was about to check on the harvest of his three disciples, the other clone who was guarding the true spirit of Taoist Chongxing coincidentally consciously conveyed back that the monitoring array frame had detected the fluctuation of the true spirit.

"It's only been sixty years. Maybe it's God's will." Wang Ping couldn't help but chuckle. The time he and Li Miaolin agreed to was also sixty years. (End of this chapter)