The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 424 Xumi Miao Gao, seven layers of seals

half year later.

Ghost City, the core area of ​​the first ring road.

In the Lord's Mansion, atop a waterside pavilion named Canglan Residence, a man leaned against the railing, listening to the wind. His left hand supported his handsome cheek, while his right hand gently rubbed his temples as he gazed quietly into the distance.

Behind him, a pile of gold-embossed petitions lay on his desk, but he paid them no heed.

This person is none other than Feng Ling, the new city lord of the Fierce Ghost Holy City!
Although Feng Ling has been awake for seven days, he still experiences occasional headaches and mild dizziness. This is likely a lingering effect of his demonic transformation.

For this reason, after learning that Feng Ling had awakened, Night Ghost King and the others only came to visit him once before taking their leave, not daring to disturb him any further.

However, before leaving, the group hesitated repeatedly but still left behind a number of requests. Among them were the overall administrative divisions of the Holy City of Demons and a complete map showing the distribution of the city's defenses.

The City of Demons is the same as the City of Demons!

It is said that the Night Demon King originally wanted to rename Ghost City to Ghost God City or Ghost Great Saint City, but later, considering that Ghost City was in dire need of reconstruction, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he reluctantly kept a low profile and renamed it Ghost Saint City.

Feng Ling greatly approved of the renaming of Ghost City, believing that a newly reborn city should show a new look and should start with renaming. Therefore, he did not blame Night Ghost King and others for acting on their own initiative.

"Hey, being a city lord isn't easy!"

Feng Ling glanced back at the mountain of books piled on the desk and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

This was only because he delegated the decision-making power for most events to Night Demon King and others; otherwise, there would likely have been even more.

"When I woke up, half a year had already passed. I wonder if Senior Sister's spirit infusion inheritance went smoothly?"

Feng Ling waved his hand, took out a delicately patterned turquoise conch shell, gently brought it to his ear, closed his eyes, and listened carefully.

The melodious voice of Leng Ning Shuang echoed from the communication conch shell: "Feng Jun, the Nine-Headed Resurrection Grass has been found. For a long time to come, Ning Shuang will have to follow Sister Xue Mo in seclusion to cultivate diligently, otherwise I will soon fall behind your pace! Of course, during the time I am not by your side, you must take good care of yourself. I also look forward to meeting you again at the Grand Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects in the Eastern Sacred City!"

Feng Ling listened quietly, her heart filled with longing, repeating the words over and over again, remaining silent for a long time.

He knew that this message was left by Leng Ningshuang half a year ago when she was taken away by the Divine Envoy Murong to receive the Eastern Saint's inheritance at the Miaoyin Immortal Pavilion, but this did not prevent Feng Ling from feeling nostalgic upon seeing the message.

After a long while, Feng Ling gently left the words "Okay, Senior Sister" in the communication conch shell before carefully putting it away.

Afterwards, Feng Ling tried to look inward again to check his current physical condition.

In the past, the Divine Envoy Murong helped Feng Ling resolve the rampaging divine power, and Feng Ling was able to fully control the power that had been sealed and suppressed by her.

Since waking up seven days ago, Feng Ling has been suffering from headaches that have prevented him from examining his own condition internally. However, he can clearly sense that his cultivation level should be at the peak of the Mortal Saint realm.

Although this realm is far from the peak of demigodhood he reached when he was demonized, Feng Ling still understands the principle of not forcing growth and that too much of a good thing is bad.

Moreover, before his demonic transformation, he had only just entered the Mortal Saint realm, but now he was already at the peak of the Mortal Saint realm, and the risk of his body exploding due to excess power was gone. Compared to that, he really had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

Upon further internal inspection, it was successful!

Seven majestic and sacred mountains appeared in Feng Ling's perception, seemingly both far away and close at hand.

That inexplicable and unpredictable feeling of wonder left Feng Ling utterly shocked.

Feng Ling's divine sense was incredibly excited, almost exclaiming, "This...this is Mount Sumeru from Indian mythology?" Long ago, Feng Ling had suspected that this world was different from the world he came from, but unfortunately, the facts proved otherwise.

However, the existence of otherworldly feng shui secrets and the appearance of Mount Sumeru this time are all reminders to Feng Ling that although the two worlds are different, they must be connected in some way.

"The Heavenly Tribulation is both a test and a gift. Without enduring the Heavenly Tribulation to temper the body and refine the primordial spirit, how can one elevate their life level? Feng Ling, you have crossed the most important threshold, and becoming a god is just around the corner!"

Just as Feng Ling was gazing at the seven magnificent Mount Sumeru, his mind racing with thoughts, a gentle female voice came from the first sacred mountain.

"However, to prevent your divine power from running rampant again, I have placed seven layers of law seals within your body, which are also the trials and tribulations from the seven Mount Sumeru. Each time you successfully climb and surpass a Mount Sumeru, it means that your body has mastered the power of the corresponding realm, and your cultivation will recover to a minor realm. Once you gradually integrate your own power and break through the seals of the first six Mount Sumeru, you will be able to return to the peak of demigod. As for the seventh Mount Sumeru, it is formed from my fundamental law of sound. If you are fortunate enough to comprehend and break through it, it will be enough for you to achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and to create a realm and become a god. You can consider it as a gift from me to you!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling was shocked and muttered to himself: This gift is far too expensive. What have I, Feng Ling, done to deserve this?
"You may call me Fellow Daoist Murong!"

The woman, shrouded in hazy light, seemed to see through Feng Ling's thoughts. She tossed her hair and added with a smile, "Or perhaps, like Fairy Miao Shuang, you could call me Sister Xue Mo!"

Multiple choice, or two options!

Murong Xuemo's phantom gazed at Feng Ling with interest, quietly awaiting his reply.

"Sister Xuemo!"

After a moment's thought, Feng Ling bowed deeply in the direction of Murong Xuemo's phantom to express his respect and gratitude.

However, as he straightened up, Murong Xuemo's phantom had already dissipated with his voice.

That's... running way too fast!

Feng Ling scratched his head. He had originally planned to ask the Divine Envoy Murong about Leng Ning Shuang's recent situation, but unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have expected it and didn't give him a chance to speak at all!

Feng Ling naturally knew that Fairy Miao Shuang was Leng Ning Shuang. Back in the Miao Yin Branch Pavilion of Sunset City, Leng Ning Shuang had appeared under the identity of Miao Shuang.

Speaking of which, the Divine Envoy Murong is definitely much older than Feng Ling. For Feng Ling to call her Sister Xuemo is quite an advantage for him. Even if he were to call her Fellow Daoist Murong, it would be an honor for him.

Something fishy must be going on!
Fearing that Murong Xuemo might have ulterior motives, Feng Ling initially wanted to address her as "Envoy Murong" to maintain distance. However, considering that Leng Ningshuang also called her "Sister Xuemo," Feng Ling naturally didn't hesitate any longer.

"Interesting. This first sacred mountain is already so difficult to cross. It seems the time is not yet right!"

Halfway up the first sacred mountain, Feng Ling rushed here in one go. After that, every step he took upwards felt as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down on him.

Under such extreme strain, Feng Ling gritted his teeth and took another twenty steps forward. Finally, unable to bear the weight any longer, he was propelled to the foot of the mountain by a vast rebound force activated within the sacred mountain.

Judging by sight, there are nearly a thousand steps from the foot of the first Mount Sumeru to the summit, and there are a total of seven such sacred mountains!
Seven majestic Mount Sumeru, each higher than the last. In particular, the steps, arranged in a single line and disappearing into the clouds, resemble a ladder to heaven, inspiring awe and fear!
"Having taken 666 steps, I'm still short... Oh well, haste makes waste, there's plenty of time!"

Feng Ling stood at the foot of Mount Sumeru, no longer making any futile attempts. He simply looked up at the majestic peak, shook his head with a wry smile.

Immediately, Feng Ling opened his eyes, detached himself from the state of inner vision, stood up and stretched, and thought to himself, "I've been resting for a week, I'm almost going to get moldy from being cooped up. It's rare that I don't have a headache today, so let's go for a stroll in this Holy City of Fierce Ghosts!"

Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages and saints offer you a pure land for your souls.

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