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After all, it was divine power from the same source, and that familiar and intimate aura was undeniable. The warning signs in the darkness did not show any signs of being triggered!

The once calm and tranquil blue expanse suddenly went out of control, its energy boiling and expanding at an astonishing rate.

The one who started all this, who was posing confidently just a moment ago, suddenly transformed into a streak of light and fled in panic, like a dog with its tail between its legs, shouting incomprehensible words:

"Plan approved, time to get out of here!"

The power of faith, which is born from human will, is infinitely mysterious, yet it also contains hidden deadly dangers.

After a fierce battle, the spiritual wellspring, severely wounded and on the verge of death, is boiling like hot oil. What happens when a ball of corrupted primordial divine power is suddenly inserted into it?

the answer is

—It will explode!

An indescribably violent and immense force erupted instantly, like the scorching heat that had been accumulating beneath the earth for countless years, finally finding an outlet.

Before this pure and indifferent destructive power, everything pales in comparison!

Broken mountains covered in snow, vast, cratered plains, temples and island ruins floating in the sky...

Everything, under the ravages of this power, seemed to become fragile playthings, mercilessly torn apart and crushed until it turned to dust...

The town of Delhi was quiet under the cover of night, with only a few crickets trembling their slender antennae in the autumn wind, circling the beams of light cast by the streetlights, occasionally letting out a few muffled chirps, reminiscing about the passion of the high summer season.

According to the laws of nature, these poor insects should only live a muddled life, going through the cycle of one year after another. But the warm dwellings of humans have given them the opportunity to transcend their lifespan.

Unfortunately, they won't live to see that day.

Without warning, a deafening roar erupted, and the smooth cement ground suddenly rolled upwards, with colorful rays of light shooting out and spreading, forming bright flames that floated into the sky!

The town vanished in an instant.

If the residents of this area hadn't been evacuated in advance, this incident would undoubtedly be the headline news in all federal media outlets tomorrow.

Although the impact is similar now...

"Woo-!"

Suddenly, dark clouds surged in, obscuring the bright stars. The raindrops pattered down, hitting the ground hard. Amidst the heavy salty smell of the sea, there seemed to be a strange, fishy aroma, like fresh blood.

"According to old legends, when a saint falls, there is a rain of blood and the wailing of ghosts. Today, I have witnessed it with my own eyes."

The soft, azure light split into eight petals, and as the large lotus buds bloomed, Zhu Mingyao tiptoed out, saying with a heavy heart.

A gentle voice drifted over at just the right moment, following his exclamation.

"Well, to be precise, more than half of them perished."

A figure draped in a short robe stepped out slowly, clapping and praising sincerely:

"However, your performance in this play was indeed excellent, and you deserve the most credit!"

Looking at that refined and peaceful face, Zhu Mingyao dared not be negligent and bowed quickly with a smile.

"No matter how well the performance is, it still depends on you, the sect leader, to make the final decision."

Chapter 500 Ghost Fairy

"More than half of them perished?"

Zhu Mingyao pondered the words for a moment, then said with some regret.

"Then it's still not a complete success, which is a real pity."

"Don't be too greedy, kid. Those who have achieved godhood are not so easy to kill."

The faint starlight flickered and was pulled from the surrounding void by an invisible force, falling into the giant blue lotus and converging into two hazy, incomplete human figures.

Indistinct murmurs and shrill roars reverberated on the humanoid figure, seemingly about to erupt and injure people at any moment. But before anything could happen, the vast blue lotus shrank rapidly and disappeared into a jade-like hand in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, four elders from the Chinese Association, including Lai Henry, also appeared and politely greeted the owner of the palm.

The visitor naturally didn't think anything of it.

Lin Xuansheng smiled and shook his head, "Such results have exceeded expectations. Nearly 90% of their divine soul source has been left behind, and it will be difficult for them to recover for at least several decades."

"Given the speed at which the spiritual energy is reviving, you'll probably be able to handle it all by yourself by then."

Having received the authoritative judgment, Zhu Mingyao's regret lessened considerably, and he nodded in deep agreement:

"In short, it's fortunate that these two old relics haven't been resurrected for long. Although they seem to have integrated into modern society, their mindset is still very rigid. I wonder how powerful their organizational ability will be after entering the information age, given how lowly humans are in their eyes."

Sometimes a philosophical concept is repeatedly mentioned... What is the most powerful thing in the world?

If it were a vibrant young person, they would likely speak with unwavering conviction about dreams and spirit, while an elderly person weathered by life's storms might offer a bitter smile, leaning towards the relentless passage of time.

But middle-aged office workers struggling with the mundane realities of daily life will touch the scars on their bodies from the harsh realities of society and spit out a curse:

"It's the organization!"

That's right. No matter how talented you are, as long as you are still an isolated individual, you will appear clumsy in the face of a huge organizational machine.

Even a hero needs three helpers.

Even with the existence of extraordinary, unconventional forces, a powerful backing group can still provide unexpected support.

For example, those who had always been wary of only the powerful figures in the New World probably never imagined that the person standing in front of them would be a completely unrelated expert from another world.

After all, in their time, beings of such a rank always kept to themselves, like wild beasts in nature guarding their own territory and being wary of the sacredness of other areas.

Long before it was discovered that the sea goddess Calypso was eyeing Pan, the god of shepherds, for her own gain, a large net had already been quietly cast.

With the operation of countless human resources, a large amount of fragmented information was unearthed. At Zhu Mingyao's suggestion, relevant historians, folklorists, and occult experts screened the information, and the traces left by the two ancient gods in history were gradually filled into vivid images.

Then, several supercomputers, together with highly skilled diviners, will calculate and predict their psychological likes and dislikes, and then prescribe the right medicine based on their behavioral patterns.

By employing both technology and mystery, and through such meticulous planning, the final outcome was a strategic move.

It can be said that from the moment they entered the game, the outcome was already a foregone conclusion; the only difference was whether the opponent was killed on the spot or escaped by chance.

As he was reflecting, Zhu Mingyao suddenly trembled slightly, and streams of emerald green energy rose from above his head, sometimes appearing as mountains and forests, and sometimes as herds of cattle and sheep.

"I won't say much else. You had a brilliant idea this time and snatched the spoils that someone else had reserved. You need to digest this experience properly."

After briefly explaining the aftermath, Lin Xuansheng waved his hand lightly, and a cluster of pavilions and towers floated like reflections in the water, disappearing in an instant along with Zhu Mingyao.

……

……

A gentle breeze stirs, rustling through the leaves of the forest. Numerous slender green bamboos block out the sunlight, casting dappled shadows.

The young man sat down on the lush green grass in a relaxed and leisurely manner, concentrating on examining himself.

The foundation of the material world ultimately rests on matter; even the bodies of extraordinary beings are still, in a biological sense, flesh and blood.

At most, due to the influence of spiritual energy, they are stronger and healthier than ordinary individuals of the same kind over a long period of time, and possess various special abilities.

But at this moment, Zhu Mingyao closed his eyes and looked inward. Between his muscles and internal organs, a very faint golden-red light appeared out of nowhere, seeping into his limbs and bones, changing them little by little from the deepest part.

Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, intestines, stomach, gallbladder, marrow, eyes, ears, mouth, nose...

Within the auspicious spiritual light, invisible to the naked eye, magnificent palaces, each smaller than the last, opened up, and numerous illusory deities of various forms leaped and danced with joy, wielding swords and spears; or bowed in reverence, holding seals and jade tablets, all responding to the light.

Despite being a lower-ranking deity who governs forests and livestock and has been in decline for a long time, the accumulated essence of Pan is still an extremely astonishing number for ordinary human sorcerers.

The twenty-four gods of the Yellow Court Inner Landscape have been more than half completed, just like the foundation and skeleton of a skyscraper have been laid. With the addition of this generous gift, it is a case of accumulating strength and then unleashing it in a natural and inevitable way.

A vibrant force, carrying the fresh scent of spring returning to the earth and all things coming back to life, spread joyfully and propelled this body to gradually detach from its mortal form and ascend to a higher dimension.

The pace of this change is quite slow, but its effects are long-lasting. Zhu Mingyao estimated that it would last for at least a few years or even more than a decade.

A light, floating feeling welled up in his heart, as if his soul could leave his body and fly freely through the world at any time if he wanted to.

Zhu Mingyao rested his chin on his hand as if he had just realized something, a complex smile on his face showing a mixture of emotion and surprise. He then slowly stood up and turned his gaze to a lush flowerbed.

After several exchanges, Lin Xuansheng stopped hiding anything and generously explained the details of this place to him, revealing it to be the prototype of a blessed land.

The Earth Immortal Sect's method of constructing a blessed land is extremely costly. This trip is for both official and private reasons. Otherwise, as a top-tier force of a major power, according to the tacit understanding formed in modern times, it would be very taboo to take action on the territory of another country without an official invitation.

Nobody wants a humanoid nuclear bomb to casually wander over their head.

After seizing most of the resources of the two ancient gods, the materiality of this space became more solid, and its laws became more perfect, with everything from sun and moon to day and night, and the four seasons in full swing.

For example, the cluster of double-petaled golden chrysanthemums in front of us is in full bloom and exudes fragrance, just like the beautiful mid-autumn scenery of the outside world.

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may," she said, her almost transparent fingernails gliding across the surface. The delicate, fragrant sap of the plant flowed out, and a flower, as radiant as pure gold, was gathered in her hand.

The golden threads were gently twisted, and a clear, cool fragrance wafted in the air. Zhu Mingyao turned his head in silence.

Where he had stood, a figure was still sitting cross-legged, breathing steadily, as if asleep, calm and composed as a mountain.

That was him too.

"A complete transformation, a body outside the body, when gathered, it takes shape; when dispersed, it becomes energy. This is the Yang spirit."

A single, clear thought remains, the soul still lingering, like a dream, like a shadow, resembling a ghost—this is a spirit of the underworld.

Lin Xuansheng arrived gracefully, his tone both wistful and tinged with envy.

"A ghost immortal in his early twenties—in the entire history of the Shangqing School, you probably can't find more than a handful..."

Chapter 501

"In today's world, barring any unforeseen circumstances, you should be the youngest Ghost Immortal."

Hearing such praise, Zhu Mingyao surprisingly didn't feel much joy. Instead, a faint sense of melancholy rose in his heart.

"The Ghost Immortal..."

He took a deep breath, a strange sense of confusion appearing in his eyes.

Compared to the dullness of ordinary people, those with extraordinary abilities can perceive subtle changes in their bodies to varying degrees, and Zhu Mingyao is particularly adept at this through the Huangting Neijing Zhenjing, which he practices.

His soul is like a clear mirror, reflecting clearly the irreversible transformation that comes from the depths of life's origin.

At this moment, he truly realized that he was beginning to detach himself from the concept of humanity and gradually moving towards a higher dimension.

That is the path called eternity...

This is what caused his slight sadness.

Since Penglai is so close, I will stay away from the mortal world.