There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Bai Yan invited Wang Ping over this time. The content of the conversation seemed fragmented, like a person with confused thinking who jumped to another topic before finishing one, but in fact his purpose had been achieved.

Because at this moment, the thoughts that Wang Ping had originally let go of were aroused again by him, but Wang Ping did not express his inner thoughts.

When Bai Yan ordered them to leave, Wang Ping naturally would not be lazy and would not leave. Just as he put down his teacup and stood up, Bai Yan suddenly said, "The Taiyin disciple who is sleeping in your Qianmu Temple has the qualifications to be promoted to the fourth realm. He will succeed in the promotion within a sixty years."

Wang Ping was startled, and various thoughts flashed through his mind, but he did not refuse. He bowed and said, "I thank you on behalf of Daoist Tongyu."

"I should be the one thanking you. His promotion can balance yin and yang. It is too difficult for my Taiyin Sect to train a disciple who is qualified to be promoted to the fourth realm." Bai Yan stood up and bowed in return.

Wang Ping didn't know what to say.

Yu Lian communicated with Wang Ping in the Spiritual Sea: "Old Tongyu is really lucky to have encountered such a good opportunity."

This is indeed a good opportunity. In order to fight against the assimilation of extraterritorial life forms, all the True Lords are tacitly training disciples to the fourth realm. However, it is too difficult for Xuanmen and Tianmen to advance to the fourth realm. Each one of those selected is one in a million. Even so, there is still a possibility of failure.

The cost of this continuous trial and error is very high, because the three realms also need to be replenished in a timely manner, otherwise it will make the subsequent promotion to the three realms very difficult.

Wang Ping exchanged a few polite words with Bai Yan, and was then personally sent to the bottom of the Ascension Platform by Bai Yan. The fourth-level Taiyin cultivator who had just been there sent him to the Ascension Platform in outer space, and then he quietly returned to the Jiuxuan Mountain Dojo on Jupiter.

"Do you want to go fishing?" After returning to her own territory, Yu Lian immediately soared into the sky, and her emotions were released to the maximum extent.

"Go ahead. I need time to think and deduce some things, and Tiangong and Lieyang should contact me soon." Wang Ping walked to a spiritual tree outside the yard and sat down cross-legged facing the direction where the sunlight was falling.

"Are you sending Yuan Wu to outer space?"

"Correct!"

After Wang Ping finished speaking, his consciousness sank and he dispersed the wood spirit world constructed on the border outside the domain. Through the puppets of the central army on the front line, he observed the direction of Bai Xin's central army command post and felt the fluctuation of spiritual energy in the void. A smile emerged in his consciousness.

More than ten breaths later, his consciousness descended on Qianmu Temple on Zhongzhou Star again, and he found Taoist Tongyu sleeping under Dongshui Mountain. Taoist Tongyu's soul had already been cultivated to the point where the third realm was almost complete. After all these years of sleep and with the help of the 'ghost body', he had already obtained the qualifications for promotion, but he did not get Bai Yan's permission, causing his consciousness and body to be in a dormant state.

After confirming that there was indeed nothing wrong with Taoist Tongyu's condition, Wang Ping carefully checked the magic arrays around Qianmu Temple again. After confirming that there was no problem, he casually set up two monitoring magic arrays.

He didn't like his sect being spied on by other True Lords. Although this monitoring array could not block the detection of other True Lords, it could tell them that they were not allowed to look around here at will.

After doing these things, Wang Ping's attention fell on Shen Xiaozhu in the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. All her thoughts were now focused on teaching her disciples. She accepted many disciples, and as long as they had good aptitude, she would accept them. At the same time, she formulated a very strict sect system, which resulted in many disciples going down the mountain every year.

Wang Ping did not interfere with Shen Xiaozhu's management of Qianmu Temple. After observing for a while, he cut off his consciousness.

For a long time afterwards, Wang Ping sat in front of the spirit tree, staring at the blue sky and white clouds in a daze, emptying his mind, not thinking about anything, just enjoying this rare peace.

Yu Lian did not go to find Hu Qianqian. She lay on the branch of the spiritual tree and teased the calico cat, turning her head from time to time to look at where Wang Ping was.

No one knew how much time had passed. There was no Taoist temple clock in this temple. Suddenly, a strong wood spirit energy gathered around Wang Ping. The wood spirit world that was dispersed at the border outside the domain quickly gathered around him again.

When the wood spirit world took shape, he entered a deep state of meditation, his eyes were slightly closed, but the "Heavenly Eye" between his eyebrows was open, and golden light flashed in his eyes, indicating that Wang Ping was carrying out a very important deduction.

The sun and moon rotate.

Jiuxuan Mountain continued to experience night and day. When time blurred in his consciousness, the "Heavenly Eye" between Wang Ping's eyebrows finally closed. His half-closed eyes slowly opened, and the familiar scene in his sight gradually brought him back to his senses.

"What did you deduce this time? Why did it take so long?" As soon as Wang Ping woke up from his meditation, Yu Lian flew onto Wang Ping's shoulder and asked him two questions in succession.

"How long?" Wang Ping asked instinctively.

"More than a year?" Yu Lian responded uncertainly, then looked at the calico cat.

"Meow~" the calico cat called.

Wang Ping stood up. Although he had been in meditation for more than a year, his clothes were still as neat as when he first entered meditation. It was the night of Jupiter. Six moons of different sizes hung in the dim sky, and there were some star outlines looming in the darkness. The largest one emitted a blue halo.

"What did you deduce?" Yu Lian asked again.

"My original intention was to use this incident to deduce the existence of other True Lords in various timelines, but no matter whose perspective I looked at it from, I couldn't see it clearly. After trying several times, I gave up." Wang Ping responded helplessly, and then picked up the communication token for the meeting.

Tiangong and Lieyang have not contacted him about Yuanwu in the past year.

Yu Lian tilted her head and thought for a while, then asked, "What form of existence? Their past?"

"Correct!"

"It takes so long?"

Yu Lian was surprised. You know, with Wang Ping's current level of cultivation, he could read tens of thousands of timelines in an instant.

Wang Ping smiled and said, "There are so many people and things that can be related to you, the True Lords, that it is impossible to describe them with a fixed number."

Yu Lian nodded thoughtfully, "That's right."

"Tiangong and Lieyang haven't contacted me for so long. Could it be that they have forgotten about Yuanwu?" Wang Ping said this with amusement. Then, his soul consciousness used puppets in various parts of the starry sky to peek at the changes in the starry sky when he entered into meditation.

After the last meeting, the demon tribe not only did not reduce its investment in the front line, but instead continued to send more troops to the front line within the year, and the reward list that was originally to be drawn up was not submitted.

It was obvious that the demon clan was deliberately delaying, and Bai Xin was in the lead in this matter. Zhu Wu and the others were probably just watching the show. Wang Ping was happy to see this happen.

"Why don't you contact them and ask?" Yu Lian reminded.

"No need, we can just wait and see what happens." After Wang Ping finished speaking, he took out the 'Heaven Stealing Talisman' and prepared to practice.

"I suddenly remembered the time when True Lord Lieyang burned down Zhongzhou. At that time, we followed the decision of the Second Meeting and repaired the transfer array in outer space. We were confident that everything was under control. I think the cultivators on the frontline are thinking the same thing right now. They may be thinking about how to take down the rebels' ecological zone."

Yu Lian said this very abruptly.

Wang Ping gently stroked the Heaven Stealing Talisman with his fingers and said, "Are you thinking of a new novel?"

"Meow~" The calico cat called first.

Unfortunately, Wang Ping didn't understand, so Yu Lian used her tail to push the calico cat away and said to Wang Ping, "A lot of people like the vernacular novels I wrote. Hu Qianqian helped me sell them in various ecological zones for a lot of money."

"how much is it?"

"More than 600,000 taels!"

Yu Lian said as she took out a stack of silver bills from the storage array on her tail.

Wang Ping's soul swept over and said with a smile, "Six hundred and thirty thousand taels is indeed a huge sum of money."

This was a smile from his heart.

"right?"

Yu Lian was also very happy.

Wang Ping dispersed the "Heaven-stealing Talisman" and started chatting with Yu Lian. The topic was naturally the vernacular stories written by Yu Lian. In fact, with Yu Lian's current knowledge, the vernacular stories she wrote would probably not be too bad.

After the conversation, I learned that among all Yu Lian's vernacular stories, the two most popular stories were actually written based on her real experiences. The prototypes of the protagonists were Luo Feng, the "Gentleman Sword", and Miao Qing Taoist who was canonized by Wang Ping.

According to Yu Lian's explanation, the experiences of these two people are quite legendary and have a certain story-like quality, making them the most suitable to be the protagonists. She also told Wang Ping that she and Hu Qianqian are writing a new vernacular story based on Ke Yue and Zi Luan.

...

Several months passed in a flash.

During this period, after completing thirty hours of practice every time, Wang Ping took Yu Lian to stroll around the mountains and rivers of Jupiter. If he felt like it, he would go to Hu Qianqian's Taoist temple to fish.

Just as the Spring Festival was approaching and Wang Ping was planning to gather his disciples together, Tian Gong sent a message using a communication token, asking him to gather on Venus to prepare to send Yuan Wu and others out of the domain.

Yu Lian couldn't help but complain: "They probably have lost the concept of festivals a long time ago." After complaining, she said: "Maybe in the future we will be like them and lose interest in all festivals."

Wang Ping did not respond, nor did he want to think about the future. He asked Hu Qianqian to continue preparing for the Spring Festival party, while he took Yu Lian to Venus.

As soon as they entered the orbit of Venus, Wang Ping released his aura, and then a golden light shone over, and then a big monk in yellow monk robes came over on a auspicious cloud.

This man's aura was very unfamiliar, but he possessed the cultivation base of the fourth realm. While Tian Gong was saying that Xuan Qing was secretly cultivating a cultivator of the fourth realm, he himself was also doing the same thing.

"This humble monk Mingyong greets the True Lord Changqing."

He clasped his hands together in salute.

Wang Ping just nodded.

"The Buddha has been waiting for Changqing Zhenjun for a long time. Please follow me."

This monk Mingyong actually called the Heavenly Worker "my Buddha".

Wang Ping couldn't help but look at him seriously, and then showed an expression of being uninterested in everything. In his mind, he quickly remembered Yu Lian's complaint: "Tian Gong is probably building a kingdom of God. I'm curious how he could have cultivated for hundreds of lifetimes in such a short time. Did he make up a story and let the world believe it, and cultivate for hundreds of false lifetimes with the help of people's faith?"

When these thoughts emerged in her mind, Wang Ping had already followed Ming Yong to a fairy platform in the orbit of Venus, with a giant flying boat docked nearby.

It is the most precious 'Kai Tian Hao' in the Vajra Temple.

When Bai Xin and Hou Ji were dragged into the war against the rebels, Tian Gong and Lie Yang were very enthusiastic and showed strong support. Tian Gong also made it clear that he would send the "Kai Tian" to the front line.

Looking back at the promise they made, there is a sense of absurdity and joke. This may be the fundamental reason why Bai Xin and Hou Ji secluded themselves from worldly affairs.

While Wang Ping was observing the "Kai Tian Hao", Tian Gong turned into a golden light and appeared beside him. He was also wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, with short hair and no beard. He held a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand, and different magic runes were engraved on the surface of each bead.

"The transfer network to the extraterritorial barrier has been completely cut off. We need to use this flying boat, which will be more decent." Tian Gong didn't say hello or be polite, and started communicating directly with Wang Ping.

After saying this, he waved to Mingyong, and when Mingyong left, he added: "Sometimes we need a certain degree of decency."

Wang Ping nodded in agreement, looking towards his right hand side at a brilliant stream of light approaching from afar. It was Yuan Wu and the others who were flying over on clouds with the two monks from the Third Realm Vajra Temple.

There were eight people in their group. Wang Ping's gaze stayed on Yuan Wu and Xing Meng for a moment, then he looked at Yu Xiao who was surrounded by two fifth-level star gods behind them. Just as Wang Ping was about to meet Yu Xiao's eyes, Tian Gong blocked his sight, and the golden spiritual energy under the starry sky surged, disturbing Wang Ping's spiritual consciousness.

"I know you respect your teachers, but you don't have to pay too much attention to this person!"

When Tiangong said this, Yuanwu and others, led by the two third-level Vajra Temple monks, landed on the Ascension Platform. However, only Yuanwu and Xingmeng came over, while the rest stayed on the edge of the Ascension Platform, including Yuxiao, who was probably imprisoned by the two fifth-level star gods beside him.

Yu Lian lay on Wang Ping's shoulder, stretched her neck to look at Yu Xiao curiously, and said in the spiritual sea: "They are afraid of the ancestor, but they don't take action to eliminate him. I think it's because of the vague prophecy of the future. Human nature is really interesting."

Wang Ping did not respond to Yu Lian. He took a step forward, clasped his fists towards Yuan Wu and Xing Meng and said, "Greetings, two seniors."

Xing Meng's nine furry tails stood up when she heard that, and she corrected him seriously and earnestly, "Don't call me senior. I'm not being polite to you."

Wang Ping bowed silently to Xing Meng again.

Yuan Wu's eyes fell on Wang Ping and Tian Gong. He had no intention of introducing the people behind him. He asked, "When will Fellow Daoist Lieyang arrive?"

Tian Gong said with a slight smile: "We are all here, he should be here soon."

This means that Lieyang is arrogant and needs everyone to wait for him.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Wu's face cracked with a smile, and it was a joking smile. It can be seen that he and Tian Gong have a pretty good personal relationship.

Just as they said, while the two of them were silently complaining about the scorching sun, a scorching breath from the direction of the sun streaked across the void, constantly shuttled through the space channel, and soon landed near the orbit of Venus. (End of this chapter)