I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

"clang--"

The hammering sound in my heart dissipated, and my mind became increasingly clear.

Inside the underground fire chamber.

Two blazing lights danced in his pupils, like the brightest flames in a furnace.

The meridians in Ou Yeheng's body, which had been dry for a long time, were now surging with heat.

The spiritual energy that could not be filled no matter how much I inhaled and exhaled before now fills my limbs and bones on its own.

Fourth level of Qi Refining.

Everything will fall into place naturally and effortlessly.

Concentrate your mind.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, an ancient bronze furnace materialized out of thin air, its body shrouded in purple mist, exuding a natural Daoist charm.

In the darkness, some grand will descended.

An unprecedented solemnity arose in the heart of the taciturn man.

"I will obey the decree."

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze fell on her palm.

Two sword pellets were twirling around his fingertips, emitting a joyful buzz.

The once cold and lifeless broken sword hilt has been given a new spirit.

Ou Yeheng chuckled, his rough fingertips lightly stroking the two gleaming orbs.

"The casting and shaping depend entirely on your own hard work."

The most lively of the crimson sword pellets is named "Li Ya," which is the color of blood jade and is translucent and crystal clear.

Upon closer inspection, a miniature scroll is sealed inside the pillbox, depicting a three-legged divine bird about to take flight, pulling an extremely luxurious and magnificent war chariot.

This is the manifestation of the Dao Foundation [the Golden Crow Chariot that flies across the sky].

It constantly slips and rubs between the fingers, conveying emotional fluctuations called "intimacy" and "gratitude".

The [Zhenlin] on the left has a deep, dark purple color.

Inside lies a bottomless pool of eternal thunder, within which tiny purple lightning bolts can be faintly seen intertwining, and a miniature dragon thrashes within.

Dao Foundation [Zhenlin Qizhe Hualongchi].

Compared to Li Ya's restlessness, Zhen Lin appeared calm and composed, though the occasional bursts of electric arcs revealed that his heart was not at peace.

"If he can succeed, then all that sweat won't have been wasted."

Ou Yeheng was filled with relief as he pondered how to find the unknown senior to return the treasure.

The [Crow] sword pellet, which had been frolicking around the fingertips, suddenly stopped.

The next moment.

It let out an extremely excited sword cry, as if a wanderer far from home had smelled the fragrance of his homeland.

"call out!"

A crimson rainbow pierced through the fiery chamber, disappearing into the thick stone walls as if they were nothing, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only a few sparks of red fire remained scattered in the air.

Ou Yeheng's lifting motion froze in mid-air, his expression frozen.

In his hand, he was left with only the [Zhenlin] sword pellet, which was now somewhat bewildered and seemed to be hesitating whether or not to elope with them.

The blacksmith scratched his head, his eyes looking lost.

"This...is also part of the ritual?"

......

The back mountain of Danxia.

Molten pool.

The magma boiled and boiled, and poisonous fire and red smoke raged. Ordinary cultivators would be burned if they touched it.

"Glug... Glug..."

Several large bubbles rose from the thick magma, which then burst.

A body emerged from the scalding red soup.

It is formed from countless pure and clean golden light spots, and its whole body is radiant and free from any dust.

He looked middle-aged, with a thin face, and his short beard swayed gently in the heat.

His eyes opened and closed, and golden light suddenly shone out, as if the sun were rising in the east.

He wore a vermilion official robe with wide sleeves and a flowing hem. The lapel was embroidered with intricate cloud patterns and soaring phoenixes in gold thread, making him look majestic and extraordinary.

Zhu Ming.

He raised his arm to examine the new Dharma body.

"The power of vows shapes form, incense bestows divine status..."

"The immortal techniques of the Central Continent rival the creation of heaven and earth. Without the extraordinary skill of that great master, how could I be where I am today?"

The remnants of the past are but fleeting clouds and smoke.

Now, relying on Guanhua Gate to survive, it has undergone a complete transformation and attained true "immortality".

With this thought in mind, my gratitude deepened.

Even if that great man were to order him to destroy his divine body right now, he would not say a word.

With a slight thought, it sank into the very center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

A purple-gold talisman hovered, suppressing the soul.

The talisman is painted with a three-legged golden crow, lifelike, its wings flapping as if about to soar into the sky.

Surrounded by countless mysterious runes, it exuded a majestic aura of enforcing the law on behalf of Heaven.

[Belongs to: Upper Palace - Dou Niu Palace]

[Command: Southern Heaven - Fire Department]

[Duties: In charge of punishments involving fire, burning away evil spirits, and governing civilization and education.]

[Divine Rank: Rank 6 – Winged Fire Division, Proclaiming Might Spirit Officer!]

Zhu Ming murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

This talisman is destiny, it is the Way.

Unlike ordinary cultivators who struggle and are trapped by the bottleneck of lifespan, they are different.

This is a divine rank that has been recognized and conferred by Heaven and Earth.

Although he is only a sixth-rank cultivator, his potential ceiling is as high as the unattainable [Purple Mansion True Person].

Even if you just diligently perform your duties, as time goes by, you can reach that threshold even if you're lying down.

Of course, there are limitations as well.

"Constrained by the sect's current fortune, his divine power is only comparable to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage..."

However, for Zhu Ming...

What restrictions are there?

It's clearly a matter of sharing both honor and disgrace!

The more prosperous the Guanhua Sect becomes, the more abundant its incense offerings, and the greater his power as a spirit official will be, without any risk of going astray.

He held the most prestigious golden rice bowl in the world.

He straightened his clothes and bowed deeply towards the void:

"Your subordinate...kowtows in gratitude to the True Lord!"

After finishing the ceremony and rising, I suddenly felt a sensation in my mind.

"You're here?"

With one hand forming a hand seal, ripples spread across the space in front of him, and a crack appeared.

A crimson sword pellet shot out from it.

It circled wildly around him, its sword ringing out clearly, and occasionally brushed against Zhu Ming's cheek with its cool body.

The old official reached out and let the sword pellet obediently fall into his palm.

Sensing its lively spirit, Zhu Ming chuckled:

"Old friend, it's been a long time."

"I thought we were separated by life and death, but I never expected that you would also encounter such an opportunity and become a spirit of a weapon."

The sword pellet trembled slightly, its movement mirroring the lines on the palm in response.

It then transformed into a crimson stream of light, which slid into Zhu Ming's wide robe sleeve and disappeared without a trace.

"Walk."

Zhu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, took a step forward, and red lotuses bloomed beneath his feet.

The crimson magma parted on its own, welcoming the divine officials of the Fire Department.

"Without my care, that silly boy Xu is in a terrible state now. I hope he doesn't lose even his underwear."

......

The back mountain, the cave.

Silver snakes dance wildly, electric arcs radiate, and the vast Thunder Pool manifests in the world.

In the center of the lightning, Xu Sixing sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, suspended in mid-air.

On all four sides, there were several zhang tall, blurry-faced phantoms of silver-armored thunder soldiers, holding long spears and halberds, kneeling on one knee as if subjects were paying homage to their king.

His upper body was bare, revealing smooth muscle lines, and a lifelike purple dragon tattoo coiled and ran along his spine.

With each breath the dragon scales take, a massive amount of lightning energy is devoured.

corner.

A huge black furball curled up, its hands desperately covering its ears, its face clearly saying "I don't want to live anymore".

The steel needles on the Iron-Maned Demon King's body were all electrocuted into charred, curly hair, exuding an enticing aroma of meat.

"What a tragedy..."

"Does lightning only strike old pigs?"

Its eyes welled up with tears.

Beside him, Juexin sat cross-legged, ignoring the lightning.

His monk's robe billowed, and he uttered golden lotus scriptures from his mouth.

A pale golden Buddhist light barrier opened up, locking this strange phenomenon within a small area, without leaking out even a fraction of it.

Suddenly.

The countless silver snakes suddenly disappeared.

Xu Sixing opened his eyelids, and a terrifying purple light flashed by.

"call......"

He opened his mouth and exhaled turbid air, which transformed into a thin electric snake that exploded upon landing.

The Qi cultivation has been completed.

Senior Sister Qingyan's Water Moon Illusion Technique is indeed wondrous.

After being repaired, and tempered by the extraordinary phenomenon, the physical body and the shattered Qi Sea were perfectly reunited, without any further obstruction.

only......

Xu Sixing did not show any joy; instead, his expression darkened.

He instinctively covered his empty left chest.

Half of it is gone.

The intense, fiery connection that should have been integrated with [Zhenli] suddenly vanished.

If half the sword is lost, what foundation remains?

But at the same time, another feeling was extremely strong.

A bond originating from the depths of the soul is approaching at an extremely rapid pace.

Nearly.

Once they reunite, they will be able to break through that damned "boundary" and complete the Great Dao.

Juexin removed the barrier and saw that the person had woken up; a smile appeared on his face.

"Congratulations, Benefactor Xu."

"After destruction comes construction. Your physical body is now a hundred times stronger than before."

"Thank you, Master, for protecting us."

Xu Sixing jumped off the stone bed, not bothering with the stupid pig who was busy wiping the pig bristles with saliva to put out the fire.

Take two or three steps to reach the cave entrance.

In the wind, it seemed as if someone was calling his name.

......

Current number of worshippers: 2180

"More than two thousand..."

Qingyuan fell into deep thought.

This huge sum of money was enough to pay for Xu Sixing's entry into the [Agent] chat group.

The surplus funds were enough to give red envelopes to Shu Yan, Chai Wu, and others for the Lunar New Year.

He finally suppressed the urge to click.

"Wait a minute."

Xu Sixing had just recovered and was still not fully calm, so he lacked the necessary skill.

The main event hasn't started yet.

Move the mouse to zoom in.

Zhu Ming strolled out from the edge of the molten pool, his sleeves fluttering, a smug look on his face, as if to say, "I'm very strong."

At the entrance of the cave, Xu Sixing stared longingly, looking like a weathered, waiting-for-husband rock.

"Tsk."

"A charlatan old man who is resurrected in another's body, and an unlucky genius who is reborn from the ashes."

"After such a long separation, it would be a disservice to the script not to cry my eyes out during this reunion."

Qingyuan decided to be a good person and not be a third wheel, letting them get emotional.

After you've finished dealing with this part...

As the rollers slide backward, the field of vision quickly rises.

On the map, in the direction of the Imperial Sword Sect, at the location of the Floating Jade Sect... several scarlet dots have already returned to their nest.

"Ten Thousand Layers, Star Pivot, Primordial Refinement..."

"Those guys are definitely not going to get away with this."

I witnessed firsthand the spectacular "Mountain God Manifests" show with its amazing special effects.

What will they think?

Fear, suspicion, and overthinking.

They would definitely imagine the "master" behind Qinglu Mountain to be something extraordinary.

In the short term, even if they had three times the courage, they wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

But the news will inevitably reach more people.

The waters around Guanhua Gate will only get muddier, and there will be even more eyes watching.

"The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish."

Qingyuan stretched and yawned, completely unperturbed.

If you want to be the host, you have to be prepared to be kicked out.

Only solid self-reliance is the true measure of success; no matter how many small fry come along, they're just free experience points.

“Ding Di—”

My phone on the table vibrated; a WeChat notification popped up.

The sender, Lao Zhou, had a profile picture that read "Buddhist-style work."

[Images.zip]

[Old Zhou: @Qingyuan, Xiao Qing, I'm so sorry to bother you.]

[Old Zhou: There's a logic bug in the 'Synaptic Connection' API. Their technical team is really pushing for it. Are you at home and available? Could you take a look? I've sent you the documentation.]

Seeing the polite yet humble tone in the text, Qingyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Old Zhou is getting on in years, it's not easy for him either.

"Alright, even if I take two million from President Lu, I can't just treat myself like a mascot."

"Even if being a kept man is tempting, just eating without doing any work will take a toll on my old back."

Reply with "Received, please wait a moment," and quickly minimize the game window.

Guanhuamen's combat strength is currently overflowing.

With two Foundation Establishment cultivators, two charlatans, and a pig, they're more than capable of guarding the house; he doesn't need to keep an eye on it all the time.

After thinking about it, I opened the backend and set up a trigger notification.

[Reminder: Three-year period (next milestone in the Journey to the West)]

[Time: 3 years to go]

That was the agreed-upon period for the Dharma protection agreement between the young monk Juexin and Shuyan.

"Three years later..."

Qingyuan's gaze turned distant.

Look inward at yourself.

Within the dantian, the cracked stone egg was emitting a slight, rhythmic vibration.

"Snoring—snoring—"

Is he really snoring?

Qingyuan's lips twitched.

It's a hallucination, definitely a hallucination.

"Get to work!"

He opened the IDE code compiler.

In reality, ascension has not yet occurred.

Then let's be honest and start by being a top-notch code copycat without any emotions.