He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The fortune of the Ten Thousand Mountains, combined with Miao Ancestor's thousands of years of Gu Dao cultivation, and A-Chong using his own body as his natal Gu—the three converged, collided, and fused within Miao Ancestor's body, pushing the realm of this physical body upwards.

Miao Zu's original cultivation level had already reached the upper limit of this world in the Gu Dao system. At this moment, it was forcibly broken through by A Chong's law, and the rules of heaven and earth above the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains were resonating.

The aerial roots of the ancient banyan tree moved without wind, startling all the birds in the canopy into flight. At the same time, all the insects deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains crawled out of the soil and prostrated themselves in worship towards the ancient banyan tree.

The golden phantom of the Gu worm circled once above the Hundred Thousand Mountains, its six pairs of thin wings folded, and its twelve pairs of compound eyes extinguished simultaneously. Then, the entire phantom fell from a height of ten thousand feet and crashed into the body of the Miao Ancestor under the ancient banyan tree.

Miao Zu opened his eyes.

His pupils were no longer the round pupils of humans, but two extremely small compound eyes—each composed of countless tiny golden hexagonal crystal facets, through which moonlight shone and was refracted into countless fine golden rays.

His face also changed to that of an eighteen-year-old boy.

He stood up, but his gaze did not fall on Xianyang; instead, it fell on the East China Sea, thousands of miles away.

His initial goal was never some kind of destiny.

Rather, it is a Level 1 user.

A million points sounds like a lot, but in reality, it's just a matter of going through multiple cycles a few times.

But first-level access—that's what he values ​​most.

He also wanted to know how big the gap was between himself and level one privilege.

I also want to see a higher level of scenery.

……

Outside Liangzhou City, Ying Ji stood on the city wall, his black clothes fluttering in the night wind.

Before him stretched the direction of an endless desert.

On the distant horizon, a gray-gold light was advancing toward Liangzhou at an astonishing speed.

The Demon Buddha has arrived.

He could sense that aura—the very presence that the old man holding the lamp could barely repel even when he ignited all the Buddhist and Taoist laws before his death was now pressing down on him, carrying with it all the malevolent energy accumulated over thousands of years in the endless desert.

Behind him, in the direction of Xianyang City, the waves of the collapsing fortune of the Ten Thousand Mountains were coming one after another, each wave like a hammer smashing the foundation of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty's fortune network.

Ying Ji closed his eyes, then opened them again.

A very rare emotion surfaced in his eyes.

anger.

He had already calculated that he would use all the fortune of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty as fuel to forcibly pull his cultivation back to its peak for one hour.

An hour is enough for him to defeat the Demon Buddha so that he dares not offend him again for a thousand years, and enough for him to regain his footing in this world.

Now that the fortune of the Ten Thousand Mountains has collapsed, a huge gap has appeared in the fortune network of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty.

If he were to use the power of destiny now, this gap would expand rapidly under pressure, like a crack in a dam, eventually causing the entire destiny network to collapse.

The time required for the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty to regroup its fortune will be forced to be extended to more than a thousand years—something that Ying Ji absolutely cannot accept.

But he can no longer back down.

The Demon Buddha has arrived outside Liangzhou City.

The arrow is on the string, and it must be released.

He had to admit that although most of the extraterrestrial demons were insignificant, there were still a few with real strength.

The timing was perfect, right at his most crucial moment.

On the Gobi Desert outside Liangzhou City, a gray-gold ray of light rose from below the horizon.

The Demon Buddha has arrived.

A towering black figure walked step by step from the edge of the Gobi Desert, leaving behind a large patch of scorched earth on the ground with each step.

The golden brand on its chest was still burning—it was the last seal left by the old man holding the lamp before his death, using all the laws of Buddhism and Taoism.

Although it couldn't kill the Demon Buddha, it burned a hole the size of a millstone through its chest.

Golden flames of Buddha emanated from the edge of the cave entrance, flashing brightly with each step the Demon Buddha took, causing the surrounding black Sanskrit characters to sizzle.

The Demon Buddha didn't care.

This injury was insignificant to him.

His real gaze fell on the figure in black on the Liangzhou city wall.

"Ying Ji!!!"

The Demon Buddha roared out like a howl.

It was this person who broke him down, and he was sealed away by those stinky bald men in a dark, sunless cave for a thousand years.

Ying Ji stood on the city wall, his clothes as black as ink.

He ignored the Demon Buddha's roar and instead looked down at the scroll in his hand.

The bamboo slips were inscribed with Qin characters, each one carved by him using the power of his destiny—each character was a law, and each law was a part of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty.

He slowly unfolded the bamboo slips.

As the last word was revealed, the remaining fortune of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty converged from all directions into Liangzhou City, condensing into a golden pillar of light that shot into the sky around Ying Ji.

This pillar of light is much dimmer than when the Celestial Dynasty first rose, but it is still the most dazzling light in the world.

When Ying Ji emerged from the pillar of light, his cultivation had returned to its peak.

With the blessing of the Celestial Dynasty's fortune, his realm temporarily crossed that threshold, reaching the level he had reached in his previous life when he perished together with all the extraterrestrial demons.

He raised his head and looked at the gray-robed boy on the Demon Buddha's shoulder.

Those eyes, calm as still water, now reflected the Gobi Desert outside Liangzhou City, and the Hundred-Foot Demon Buddha.

"I have waited for thousands of years," Ying Ji said, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying to every corner of the Gobi Desert, "not so that you extraterrestrial demons could come and trample on my land again and again."

He tossed the bamboo slips into the air.

The bamboo slips unfolded, transforming into a golden curtain of light that stretched across the sky.

Every Qin character on the light screen was burning.

Burning characters flew out from the light screen, transforming into nine golden swords of law, their tips aimed at the Demon Buddha.

On the Gobi Desert outside Liangzhou City, two forces powerful enough to shake the entire world collided with a deafening roar.

The East China Sea, above Penglai Island.

When Yun Yi emerged from the void, the first thing he saw was the giant, dark blue dragon coiled above Penglai Island.

The dragon's body, thousands of feet long, stretches across the sky, and each of its scales is the size of a millstone.

The edges of the scales were shrouded in a deep blue ripple, and the center of each scale was inlaid with a pale golden pattern of law.

Four five-clawed dragon feet tread on water and clouds, the dragon tail sways slowly in the sea of ​​clouds, and two dragon horns pierce the sky.

The dragon's eyes are vertical pupils, and the golden light patterns deep within the pupils make it look both sacred and eerie.

It was surrounded by a dark blue light band formed from the condensation of all the fortune of the East Sea. Within the light band, countless tiny points of light could be vaguely seen—these were the beliefs of the people of the East Sea to the sea god for generations. At this moment, Ji Canghai forcibly bound them to the dragon's body with the Soul Lock, making them fuel for this true dragon.

Yun Yi looked at the dragon with slight surprise.

He hadn't expected that Ji Canghai wouldn't use the Return Crystal, but instead chose to absorb the East Sea's fortune to fight him to the death.

I don't know if it's arrogance or hubris.