Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

The Secret Realm of Time is a unique cultivation ground in the Celestial Realm.

Once inside the secret realm, the flow of time is completely different from that outside.

Currently, the Celestial Realm possesses two Time Realms, one with ten times the acceleration and the other with one hundred times the acceleration.

It's not that the Celestial Realm lacks the ability to build even higher-level secret realms, but rather that there's no need. Moreover, the effects of the Time Realm are somewhat of a waste for those who have become immortals.

Its acceleration mainly affects the accumulation process of spiritual power, cultivation techniques, and physical body tempering, and has a significant effect on cultivators who are still in the mortal realm and need to solidify their foundation.

However, once one comprehends the laws or even the path to immortality, the focus of cultivation shifts to the understanding and deepening of the Dao, and the Time Realm offers no help in this regard.

At most, it allows newly enlightened immortals to enter, accelerate their mastery of the new realm's power, practice supernatural abilities and other combat techniques, shorten their adaptation period, and return to the battlefield as soon as possible.

Even more regrettably, the Time Realm cannot be built in the mortal world.

The laws of nature and the structure of space in the mortal realm cannot withstand the continuous disturbances and burdens brought about by the acceleration of time.

The celestial realm once attempted to build something in the mortal realm, but it nearly triggered a temporal turbulence, forcing them to halt the project immediately.

After hearing Nezha's introduction, Chen Yun and the others, except for Qin Le, all showed excitement.

Among them, Wang Zhiheng was the most excited—he needed to break through to the Celestial Immortal realm within ten years, and the Time Realm was practically a cheat code tailor-made for him.

Upon entering the secret realm, one is greeted by a wide-open space with dozens of simple wooden cabins neatly arranged in rows.

Even more eye-catching were the several huge arenas suspended in mid-air. On one of them, several divine generals clad in armor were exchanging blows, their moves fierce and their energy overflowing.

Nezha led the group to a wooden house: "You lot, squeeze in. There's enough space inside, and enough spiritual energy."

After saying that, a flash of golden light appeared, and he returned to Chen Yun's sea of ​​consciousness.

Allowing these little ones to make an exception and enter the Heavenly Realm to cultivate is already a special favor. With their cultivation levels, the spiritual energy concentration of one wooden house is more than enough; there's no need for each of them to have their own.

The group exchanged smiles and then pushed open the door to enter.

The interior of the wooden house was empty, with only clean futons on the floor, but the pure spiritual energy flowing in the air already satisfied them greatly.

"Qin Le," Chen Yun looked at Qin Le and asked, "What do you plan to do?"

The others all looked at Qin Le. They all knew that Qin Le's style was different from theirs.

Qin Le smiled and took out a palm-sized, smooth and translucent jade pendant from his storage ring: "I have to go out and run errands for my mom. If anything happens, contact me using this jade pendant."

He naturally wouldn't stay here. Time acceleration had no effect on him, and he didn't need to refine spiritual energy.

"Alright then." Chen Yun smiled knowingly.

Each of them left a wisp of their divine sense imprint within the Divine Jade. Since cell phones were unusable in the Heavenly Realm, this Divine Jade was the most reliable means of communication.

Leaving the wooden house and stepping out of the secret realm, Qin Le took out another Divine Jade from his storage ring and probed it with his divine sense:

"Senior, I've arrived at the Heavenly Court's Time Realm. Next... which way should I go?"

He contacted his mother Lin Wanrou's master—the alchemy maidservant under the tutelage of Laozi.

Without a local to guide him, he wouldn't even know where to buy the materials, let alone complete his mother's massive purchase list.

The girl's voice came quickly and crisply: "Wait a moment, I'll show you the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear golden arrow appeared on the surface of the Divine Jade, flickering slightly and pointing in a certain direction.

"Fly in this direction, and call me when you reach the Tushita Palace. It's easy to find." The girl spoke quickly, clearly busy: "I'm going to refine pills now."

The call ended, and the arrow remained hovering.

Qin Le put away the Divine Jade, glanced at the direction of the arrow, and his thoughts stirred slightly—

Step out.

The figure vanished from the entrance of the secret realm in an instant, and in the next moment, it appeared thousands of meters away in the clouds, leaving only a slowly healing spatial ripple.

The middle-aged man guarding the entrance to the secret realm looked in the direction where Qin Le had disappeared, a hint of undisguised envy flashing in his eyes.

Comprehending the Dao of Immortality is already extremely rare, let alone mastering the dual Dao of Time and Space—a top-tier Dao. Such talent is enough to make most immortals sigh in envy.

About three hours later.

Qin Le hovered above a magnificent and continuous cluster of celestial palace buildings.

Ahead, a magnificent, dark blue main hall, far surpassing the surrounding palaces in scale, stood quietly, its body shrouded in a soft yet solid pale gold protective array.

Even with the array separating them, a delicate and refreshing fragrance of elixir still wafted through the air, distinct in its layers.

Tushita Palace.

He had just taken out the Divine Jade and hadn't even had a chance to make contact when the space in front of him rippled slightly, and a woman dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, with her hair in two buns, and a pretty yet capable face, appeared out of thin air.

It was Lin Wanrou's master, the alchemy girl.

"Come with me." She glanced at Qin Le, her tone concise: "The patriarch wants to see you."

"Okay." Qin Le nodded and followed suit.

The two passed through the flexible light barrier and landed on the white jade square in front of the Tushita Palace.

The young girl continued walking, leading Qin Le through corridors and courtyards, directly into an exceptionally spacious alchemy room filled with a rich aroma of herbs and warmth.

In the center of the alchemy room, a giant three-legged bronze furnace burned quietly, its flames a warm, purplish-gold color.

On the prayer mat in front of the stove, an old man dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with a long beard reaching his chest and holding a white jade whisk, is closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he is controlling the fire in the stove.

It was none other than Lao Tzu.

The young girl stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Master, Qin Le has arrived."

Qin Le bowed respectfully, saying, "Junior Qin Le pays respects to Laozi."

Laozi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze gentle as he looked at Qin Le, a kind smile appearing on his face:

"Qingyu, you may leave now."

"Yes, Ancestor," the girl replied, and quietly left the alchemy room.

Lao Jun then looked at Qin Le, his smile widening, and went straight to the point: "Qing Yu told me that you have already comprehended the Immortal Path of Creation?"

"Yes," Qin Le answered frankly, "When the Goddess Nuwa taught me how to create things from clay, I had a sudden inspiration and then I understood."

"Excellent. Very excellent." Laozi nodded with a smile, and gently waved his whisk.

The surrounding scenery changed in an instant.

The alchemy room, the furnace, and the medicine shelves all disappeared.

The two found themselves in a strange medicinal garden that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The soil beneath their feet was multicolored, and spiritual energy swirled into mist. Countless rare and exquisite spiritual plants and herbs, considered the finest in the outside world, flourished here, emitting radiant light.

In the center of the herb garden, a peculiar plant instantly caught Qin Le's attention.

It was a giant flower that was even taller than him. The plant had a beautiful shape, but it exuded an indescribable air of decay.

The large petals, which should have had nine petals, are now dull in color, like dried blood, and have taken on an ominous dark red hue, drooping and curling up helplessly.

Only a faint glimmer of hope clung to the heart of the flower.

This is the Nine-Life Flower, a rare and precious creature that had suffered severe damage.

Its roots are soaked in a pool of milky white, viscous liquid that exudes an astonishing vitality.

Although Qin Le did not recognize the liquid, he could clearly sense the immense life force it contained, enough to bring withered trees back to life.

"I think," Lao Tzu's gentle voice rang out from the side, his gaze falling on the Nine-Life Flower before turning to Qin Le, "you should understand why this old Daoist brought you here."

Qin Le glanced at the withered spirit flower, understood, and nodded.

"clear."

He stepped forward and stopped in front of the Nine-Life Flower. He stretched out his hand and gently placed his palm on the largest, drooping petal.

As his thoughts flowed, a wisp of the power of creation and immortality surged from his palm and slowly poured into the Nine Lifetimes Flower.

Although using power at the level of the Great Dao would be more effective, Nuwa had given prior instructions not to reveal it. Qin Le was currently using the power of creation at the level of the Immortal Dao.

A pale blue luster, like a gentle stream, seeped into the petals, stems, and roots... Wherever it passed, the decaying dark red hue seemed to brighten slightly, though the change was so subtle as to be almost imperceptible.

Just then, an extremely weak yet remarkably clear female voice rang directly in Qin Le's mind, filled with deep longing and pleading:

"Could you... give me... the power of creation at the level of the Great Dao?"

Qin Le continued his actions, channeling immortal-level power of creation, while inwardly responding with gentle and apologetic thoughts:

"I'm sorry. I... cannot reveal myself at the moment."