Swallowing the Stars: The cheat system only comes when I'm almost a god?

Yanfei and the Moon Goddess were already trembling with excitement.

The three immortal mountains and the Guixu Secret Realm recorded in the classics of Yin-Yang School actually exist, and the concentration of spiritual energy in this place far exceeds their imagination.

Yan Fei clearly felt that her cultivation, which had been stagnant for many years, was showing signs of loosening.

"My lord, where are we?" Zi Nu asked softly.

"A grotto-heaven that is attached to your world," Lin Yuan explained. "It is independent of the main world, but connected to it through the sea eye. The flow of time and the physical rules here are slightly different from those of the outside world."

He pointed to three islands: "Let's go to the islands."

Lin Yuan led everyone to the central island, and the closer they got, the more pronounced the soothing aura became.

Yan Lingji took a deep breath and was pleasantly surprised to find that the power of the Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit within her body was spontaneously activated, continuously absorbing the special energy in the air, and the fruit's development progress had increased significantly.

"Is this... the legendary innate spiritual energy?" the Moon Goddess asked uncertainly.

"It's just similar to it, but the level is much lower than that of true innate spiritual energy." Lin Yuan landed on a gentle beach. "However, it makes no difference to you. It's equally beneficial to your cultivation. The effects of your cultivation here will be several times better than outside."

The moment they stepped onto the island, everyone except Lin Yuan felt as if they had been reborn.

The spiritual energy automatically enters the body without guidance, cleansing the meridians and nourishing the internal organs.

Honglian even felt that her meager internal energy was increasing at a visible rate.

Ayan broke free from her mother's hand and ran happily on the beach: "Mommy! The sand here is golden!"

Seeing her daughter's happy expression, Jingni's cold face softened slightly.

"Look over there!" Xiao Yu suddenly pointed into the distance.

As everyone looked, they saw a magnificent palace standing atop the highest peak deep within the island.

The palace is entirely made of white jade, which shines brightly in the glow of the sunset. Its eaves are upturned and its beams are carved and painted. Even though it is far away, you can still feel its magnificent momentum.

"That is..." Zi Nu squinted.

"An ancient palace," Lin Yuan said. "It's the residence of the owner of this place. I'll take you there to pay your respects tomorrow."

He looked at the group and said, “There are many opportunities here, but there are also dangers. Although most of the strange beasts are gentle, there are also some ferocious ones. Do not act alone.”

"Yes, my lord!" Yan Lingji straightened her chest.

After hesitating for a long time, Honglian finally couldn't hold back any longer. She mustered her courage, walked up to Lin Yuan, and bowed deeply: "My lord, Honglian has a request..."

Lin Yuan glanced at her: "The matter of Korea?"

Honglian's heart tightened, and she quickly replied, "Yes."

"The state of Han is now beset by internal and external troubles, with the Qin state eyeing it covetously, and my father..." At this point, Honglian herself felt overwhelmed by despair, and could only kneel down before Lin Yuan: "Please, my lord, save the state of Han."

"I won't directly interfere with the rise and fall of dynasties in the mortal realm," Lin Yuan interrupted her. "However..."

He then changed the subject: "If you really want to do something for South Korea, you can do it through your own efforts."

The spiritual energy here is abundant; one month of cultivation here is equivalent to a year outside. If you succeed in your cultivation, you may be able to help your father, the king, to reform the court, strengthen the army, and enrich the people.

Honglian listened intently, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Disappointed that the adults wouldn't take direct action, yet their fighting spirit was ignited by that glimmer of hope.

She clenched her fist and nodded emphatically: "Honglian understands, I will work hard to cultivate."

Lin Yuan said no more, turned around and looked at the white jade palace, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

Save Korea? He's not crazy. He just helped Ying Zheng prolong his life, and then immediately turned around and helped Korea resist the Qin army. That's not how you fight with your left brain against your right brain.

Moreover, I've spoken so frankly that I believe Honglian will understand.

As a Korean, Honglian wants to save Korea herself, and he won't stop her, but he can't help her.

Moreover, given the mess South Korea was in, with a lazy King An and a capable but trapped in his own logic, unwilling to take power, what could they possibly do even if they intervened? South Korea's demise was inevitable.

……

As the rosy glow faded, the colorful light on the cave ceiling transformed into a deep starry sky, dotted with countless stars, creating a unique and tranquil beauty.

On the beach, Lin Yuan waved his hand, and a giant spaceship silently appeared on the open ground. Its size was comparable to a mobile palace, forming a strange contrast with the surrounding primitive natural scenery.

"We'll rest here tonight." Lin Yuan stepped into the open cabin first.

The interior of the spacecraft was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, and it was brightly lit and warm like spring.

The living areas are fully equipped and elegantly decorated.

After the day's awe and exploration, the girls relaxed and realized they were hungry.

The spaceship's intelligent system had already prepared a sumptuous dinner according to Lin Yuan's instructions. The ingredients included many rare and exotic fruits nourished by the island's spiritual energy, with unique flavors that were sure to whet anyone's appetite.

After dinner, everyone gathered in the spacious central hall.

The panoramic simulation is activated, with an exotic starry sky and tranquil sea outside the window, and warm lights and a harmonious atmosphere inside.

Zi Nu poured tea with her delicate hands, then suddenly chuckled and said, "My lord, due to an unforeseen event last time, the songs and dances prepared by my sisters were not able to be enjoyed to your heart's content."

"Today's opportunity is rare. Why not have the sisters perform for you, my lord? It would add a touch of elegance to this trip to the fairyland. What do you think, my lord?"

Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent, and several pairs of eyes looked at Lin Yuan with anticipation.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his comfortable chair, glanced at everyone, and nodded, saying, "Alright."

Zi Nu's smile deepened, and she rose, saying, "Then please prepare yourselves, sisters. How about we begin with our Baiyue witch?"

Yan Lingji did not refuse, and stood up gracefully, walking to an open space in the hall.

With a slight thought, her clothes transformed in the firelight into an even more ancient and mysterious Baiyue costume, mainly in deep red and black, adorned with feathers and bone ornaments, and she stood barefoot.

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her expression becoming solemn and devout.

The music seemed to rise from the void, deep and ancient, carrying the echoes of the mountains and forests and the solemnity of a sacrificial ceremony.

Yan Lingji then began to dance.

Her dance moves do not pursue extreme softness, but are full of primal power and beauty, and every movement seems to be communicating with heaven and earth and ancestral spirits.

Stepping, spinning, stretching, tilting... all these movements, combined with the intermittently appearing and disappearing fox tail shadow behind her, added to her mysterious charm.

Her eyes were sometimes dreamy and plaintive, sometimes sharp as lightning, and her lips seemed to be silently chanting ancient prayers.

This is a prayer dance for favorable weather and the well-being of the people; a spiritual energy seems to flow and converge with her movements as she dances.

Everyone watched with bated breath.

Ayan was mesmerized and whispered to Jingni, "Mother, it looks like Sister Fox is talking to the stars when she dances..."

As the dance ended, Yan Lingji stood up and gracefully bowed to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan nodded slightly: "The ancient style of shamanism has a unique charm."

Yan Lingji smiled sweetly and returned to her seat.

Zi Nu continued, "Next, please welcome the sisters from the Yin Yang School."

Yanfei, Yueshen, Da Siming, Hei Bai Shao Siming, and Xiang Furen stepped forward gracefully.

The six people were dressed differently, yet all exuded the unique mystery and profound aura of the Yin-Yang School.

Consort Yan sat in the main seat, wearing a dark blue floor-length dress, her long hair tied low and adorned with a three-legged golden crow-shaped hairpin, exuding a mature and noble temperament.

The moon goddess stood beside him, wearing a light blue short robe over a sea-blue wide-sleeved long skirt, with a dark blue belt with purple patterns at the waist, and her eyes covered with blue gauze, making her look noble and elegant.

The Grand Master of Fate wore a tight red dress that revealed her slender waist, her red hair was alluring, and her makeup was charming.

The two young masters of destiny were dressed in black and white gradient light gauze short dresses, with gold totem belts around their waists. Their faces were covered by veils, revealing only their clear and cold eyes, making them mysterious and aloof.

Lady Xiang wore a flowing, light green dress with wide sleeves like water sleeves and a skirt that swayed gently like ripples on water. She had a gentle and graceful demeanor, like a fairy in the water.

The music resumed, becoming ethereal and lofty, as if it came from the heavens above.

Five women danced at the same time, their long sleeves waving like clouds rolling and unfolding, their steps shifting and turning like stars shifting.

Their dance was slow and solemn; every gesture and every glance seemed to communicate with something beyond the ordinary.

This is an ancient sacrificial dance passed down by the Yin-Yang school, used to communicate with the heavens.

As they danced, the spiritual energy in the hall seemed to be drawn in by an invisible force, and the starry sky outside the window seemed to brighten even more.

Yan Fei's expression was solemn, with faint golden light emanating from her body; the Moon Goddess's movements were full of rhythm; the Great Master of Fate's hand gestures were swift, her crimson hands drawing mysterious trajectories; the two Lesser Masters of Fate were ethereal, like purple leaves in the wind; Lady Xiang's dance was graceful, like flowing water.

The entire dance is filled with the exploration of the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, inspiring awe in the viewer.

Lin Yuan watched quietly. This dance did indeed contain a method to draw upon natural energy. Although it was rudimentary, it was already a rare skill in this world.

The sacrificial dance came to an abrupt end at its climax. The women held their final poses for a moment before slowly withdrawing, bowing to Lin Yuan, and then stepping down.

"To communicate with heaven and earth with a mortal body, not bad," Lin Yuan commented.

Zi Nu smiled and said, "The Yin Yang School's dance and music are indeed renowned. Now, let's have Sister Jing Ni showcase her sword dance skills."

Jing Ni was slightly taken aback. She didn't like to be ostentatious, but seeing everyone's gaze on her, especially her daughter A Yan's expectant eyes, she nodded.

She stood up and walked to the center of the field. With a flick of her wrist, the iconic Jingni Sword was in her hand. The blade was as smooth as water, and its cold light was concealed.

There was no music.

Jing Ni stood quietly for a moment, and then, the sword moved.

At first, it was extremely slow, like a babbling brook, the sword tip cutting through the air with a clear trajectory.

Gradually, the speed increased, and the sword light swirled around him, transforming into a cold, ethereal shadow.

Her dance moves are different from Yan Lingji's primitive style and the Yin-Yang School's mystery. She incorporates the swordsmanship of killing into her dance. Every movement is clean and neat, full of the beauty of power and speed.

Spinning, thrusting, parrying, turning around... her movements were as graceful as a startled swan and as lithe as a swimming dragon, but the chilling sword intent constantly reminded the viewer of the deadly sharpness hidden beneath this beauty.

Spinning, thrusting, parrying, turning around... her movements were as graceful as a startled swan and as lithe as a swimming dragon, but the chilling sword intent constantly reminded the viewer of the deadly sharpness hidden beneath this beauty.

The audience was deeply moved.

Yan Fei thought to herself, "Such a fast sword. If it were to attack suddenly, it would be truly impossible to defend against."

Ayan looked at her mother with pride, her little face beaming.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and Jingni stood back with her sword, her aura completely undisturbed.

She gave Lin Yuan a slight bow, then silently returned to her seat and embraced Ayan, who looked at her with admiration.

"Turning violence into art, exquisite," Lin Yuan commented.

Zi Nu clapped her hands: "Absolutely brilliant! Finally, how about our little Xue Nu performs a Zhao dance for everyone?"

Upon hearing her name, the Snow Woman blushed slightly and stood up shyly.

She wore a light blue dress today, which made her look even more elegant and refined.

She walked to the center of the room and gave a gentle bow to everyone.

The music became soft and melodious, like a spring breeze caressing willows and a babbling brook.

The snow woman then began to dance.

Her dance style was quite different from the previous performances, showcasing the gentleness and agility of a young girl.

Her long sleeves fluttered lightly, like white clouds emerging from a mountain peak; her waist swayed gracefully, like a willow swaying in the breeze.

Her steps were light, as if she were walking on clouds; as she twirled, her skirt fluttered, like a blooming blue lotus.

Her expression changed with her dance moves, sometimes shy and timid, sometimes bright and charming, perfectly showcasing the beauty of Zhao dance.

Honglian watched intently, recalling the dances and music she had seen in the Korean palace. Compared to Xue Nu, they all lacked a certain innocence and grace.

At the height of her dance, the Snow Maiden ended with a series of rapid spins, slightly out of breath, and gave Lin Yuan and the others a shy smile.

"Light and agile, youth is in its prime," Lin Yuan said.

Yuki-onna happily returned to her seat, accepting her sisters' praise.

Seeing that the performance was over, Zi Nu stood up again and smiled at Lin Yuan, saying, "My lord, we sisters' humble skills are just for your enjoyment. We hope they haven't disturbed your peace and quiet."

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over the women in the hall: Yan Lingji's wild and mysterious nature, the Yin Yang School's profound and solemnity, Jing Ni's cold and sharp edge, Xue Nu's pure and gentle beauty... In this secluded cave-heaven airship, far from the hustle and bustle of the world, there was indeed a unique scene.

"Each has its own merits, and this trip has certainly been worthwhile," he said slowly. "We still need to explore that palace tomorrow, so let's stop here for today and get some rest."

The crowd responded in unison, "Yes, sir."