Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

That "creature" only existed in his imagination.

According to Taoist scriptures, the "Three Corpses" are also immortals!

"But who is the true source of this Corpse Immortal?"

Wu Wei squinted, looking around at Jingming and the crowd rolling on the ground below.

"Unfortunately, a rootless duckweed is no match for my disciple."

"However, this makes things more promising."

Wu then shook his head.

Insects are insects, and people get annoyed by them when they hide in dark corners.

When these insects emerged, they would only end up being trampled and crushed.

Boom! !

Sure enough, just as Wu Wei had thought of it, the clear sky stirred.

Amidst the crushing force of heaven and earth, Jingming raised one hand high, grasping lightning in his grasp, with the [Hun Tian Ling] adorning his body like a ribbon.

Like a deity descending to earth, Jingming appeared before another "self".

The dazzling white light became the only color in the world.

After the white light dissipated, the people lying on the ground stared blankly at the sky.

Above the sky, Jingming still hovered there with one hand grasping the sky, a hearty laugh on his face.

On his towering hand, he held a ball of light.

This is the essence refined from the scattered vital energy and spirit of the hundreds of miles around Changsha City that were contaminated by the Three Corpse Qi Gu worms!

As heaven and earth crumbled, the essence was grasped in Jingming's hand like the bright moon.

"Eat it!"

"Quick! Eat it!"

Every cell in Jingming's body seemed to be saying, "Jingming should consume this essence."

This essence, forged from the essence of all living beings within a hundred miles of Changsha, was created amidst thunder.

"If I eat it, who will witness the birth of my future Great Holy Body?"

Jingming smiled and crushed the essence in his hand.

Crash!

The heavy rain, carrying away the essence of life, fell upon the land of Changsha.

It slowly replenished the energy and spirit that had been drained from everyone.

Fifteen minutes later, the torrential rain turned into a drizzle, and the dark clouds in the sky also dispersed.

As the sun sets, a layer of golden-red sunset clouds appears at the foot of Jingming.

"Thank you, God."

"Long live the immortals! Long live the immortals!"

On the muddy ground, almost everyone was bowing to Jingming, grateful that they had survived this calamity.

"Ah."

Jingming nodded slightly, then stepped on the red clouds and walked towards the outside of the city.

Behind him, a small cauldron, three feet long, floated closely behind Jingming. Its unburnt fingers emitted a faint fragrance that spread and soothed the emotions and spirits of everyone.

"It's time for us to go."

Looking in the direction Jingming left, Wang Yaozu excitedly clenched his fists, then said to Liu Mang and the others.

"oh oh."

Upon hearing Wang Yaozu's words, Liu Mang and the others made two "oh" sounds, then came to their senses and followed Wang Yaozu out of the city.

However, the look of shock and disbelief on his face never faded.

I never expected that our sect leader would grow to this level.

Commanding the wind and rain! Holding thunder in one's hand! Capturing the stars and seizing the moon!

Old Wang is right, my sect leader has the appearance of an immortal!

"Head!"

"Head!"

Liu Mang and his companions arrived in the woods and respectfully bowed to Jingming.

At this moment, Jingming was sitting on a bluestone slab, enduring the excruciating pain of his bones breaking inside his body.

The waters of Liuyang, the fury of thunder, and the might of heaven and earth are not so easily "commanded"!

"Your health should be fine, right?"

Jingming, sitting upright on the bluestone slab, nodded to Wang Yaozu, Liu Mang, and the others, and then spoke.

"Sect Leader, please rest assured. Although some of our Qi was taken away from us because of you, it does not affect our abilities in the slightest."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Liu Mang patted his chest repeatedly and used respectful language towards Jingming.

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing Liu Mang's words, Zeng Chen coughed and then picked up where Liu Mang left off.

"Does the sect leader have any instructions?"

"We will do our best to get it done for you!"

Zeng Chen spoke with a respectful and solemn expression.

At this moment, the sect leader in front of him, who was only six years old, was displaying abilities that were unmatched in the world!

"I'll be visiting Changsha and the surrounding areas these next few days."

"Check if there are any remaining Gu worms."

"If not, I will return this Gu jar to the Miao chief Gu master in three days."

Jingming chuckled softly, then spoke.

"Don't worry, Sect Leader, we'll go right away!"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Zeng Chen stroked his beard and immediately agreed.

After exchanging glances and discussing with the others, they each went in different directions.

The sect leader's orders must be carried out flawlessly!

"Hahaha! As expected of my disciple Wang Yaozu, he has actually managed to do this!"

Wang Yaozu did not leave, but walked towards Jingming with a face full of excitement.

Then he slapped Jingming on the shoulder.

This caused Jingming's shoulder to slump instantly.

"Disciple, what's this?"

Looking at Jingming's shoulder, Wang Yaozu's excited expression froze, and then a trace of worry appeared on his face.

"It's nothing, just some broken bones."

Jingming spoke softly, and then, under the influence of the [Human Magnetic Field], [Lotus Dharma Body], and [Reverse Rebirth Triple], the shoulder that had been slapped down slowly began to recover.

"Does it hurt?"

Lan Gu, who had also stayed behind, looked at Jingming's pale face and felt a pang of heartache.

"To mobilize the power of heaven and earth, one must always pay a price."

Jingming smiled and said it without any concern.

All of this was entirely for his Lotus Dharma Body.

"But the result was good."

"After that, because such a thing will never appear again."

As Jingming spoke, he thought of the "shadow" that looked exactly like him from before.

This kind of thing shouldn't exist in this world.

Under that thunderstorm, this thing was mysteriously sealed off.

"Your Excellency, how should this matter be recorded in the prefectural and county annals?"

Inside Changsha, the group that had returned to the government office gathered together, and then someone spoke up.

"Write it exactly as it should be written! Write it truthfully!"

"Such a great achievement, I must submit a memorial to the imperial court!"

In the third year of the Xuantong reign (1911), a great plague struck.