Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit to return to emptiness, refining emptiness to unite with the Dao—each breakthrough in realm is a sublimation. On this path, every step reveals a new scene, and with each step forward, one gets closer to the Great Dao.

Yang Ping'an closed his eyes and studied the Taoist scriptures. Various profound insights came one after another. Every time he studied the Taoist scriptures, Yang Ping'an had new insights. It can be said that the Great Tao is boundless.

Yang Ping'an's magical power circulated autonomously, silently accumulating more and more magical power. No matter what realm one is in, the accumulation of magical power is always essential.

As the rooster crows, a golden sun rises in the east.

Yang Ping'an opened his eyes, waking up from his cultivation. His keen senses allowed him to hear the rustling sound of Yang Yitan's clothes coming from another room.

"Good morning." Yang Ping'an got up and walked out of the room, greeting Yang Yitan.

"Good morning." Yang Yitan was clearly taken aback when he saw Yang Ping'an looking refreshed, and then responded to Yang Ping'an.

"You've finally decided to leave seclusion. How was your harvest?" Yang Yitan approached Yang Ping'an and asked curiously.

"Some gains, some gains," Yang Ping'an said with a smile, waving his hand in a gesture of feigned modesty.

"What level are you at now?" Yang Yi sighed, seeing Yang Ping'an's face practically beaming with joy, and he didn't believe Yang Ping'an's claim of having gained something.

"I've improved a tiny bit on top of the perfected Refining Essence into Qi." Yang Ping'an pinched his thumb and forefinger together, gesturing the slight distance between his ring finger. "I'm currently at the Void Core stage, about to condense into a Golden Core."

"Is this what you call a little progress? I don't believe you for a second!" Yang Yi sighed, a look of disdain on his face.

"I know that refining essence into qi to perfection can condense a golden core, but what realm is this 'virtual core'?" Yang Yi sighed and teased Yang Ping'an, then turned his attention to the virtuous core that Yang Ping'an mentioned.

"Well, this is a transitional stage. Let me explain it to you," Yang Ping'an said as he led Yang Yitan toward the living room.

"Your current level hasn't reached that level yet. Once we reach the perfection of Refining Essence into Qi within the circle, we will be suppressed by heaven and earth. If you want to condense the Golden Core and break through to the Refining Qi into Spirit realm, you need to go deep outside the circle." Yang Ping'an sat down in the chair, dipped his finger in tea, and drew two concentric circles, one large and one small, on the table.

"This small circle is the area where we live. This area was drawn by the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom to resist creatures from outside the circle. Later, the world used it to select qualified beings and drive them to leave the circle to fight against evil spirits," Yang Ping'an explained to Yang Yitan, pointing to the small circle.

"Those who successfully break through will naturally gain the favor of the world, and will also need to take on the responsibility of purifying the polluted world power."

"We were born between heaven and earth, isn't it our duty to help them?" Yang Yitan's eyes blazed with purple flames, his fighting spirit soaring. Upon first hearing Yang Ping'an explain the secrets of the world, Yang Yitan couldn't wait to leap forward and travel beyond the circle to see what kind of creature could force the world to act in such a way.

"Heaven gives birth to all things and humans, but humans give nothing to Heaven. That's right, giving back to Heaven and Earth is what we should do." Yang Ping'an nodded in agreement.

"What stage have you reached in your cultivation?" Yang Ping'an picked up the teapot, his hands swirling with magical power, and wisps of steam rose from the spout.

"While you were in seclusion, I didn't slack off either. My progress was as if divinely aided. I'm now at the peak of the mid-stage of Refining Essence into Qi, just one step away from breaking through to the late stage." Yang Yi sighed as he spoke of his cultivation, a proud expression on his face.

"How did you cultivate so quickly?" Yang Ping'an's hand holding the teacup stopped in mid-air, unable to believe that Yang Yitan's progress was so rapid.

It took Yang Ping'an nearly three years to go from the mid-stage of Refining Essence into Qi to the peak of the mid-stage. Yang Yitan, after switching to this cultivation method, only took a little longer to cultivate than him.

This was simply unbelievable. Yang Ping'an had estimated that Yang Yitan would need at least five years to accumulate magical power and refine his essence. He never expected that Yang Yitan would give him such a huge surprise.

"Hahaha, you're shocked, aren't you!" Yang Yi sighed, delighted to see Yang Ping'an's astonishment.

"Tch, I broke through to the mid-stage of Refining Essence into Qi at six, reached the peak at nine, and officially entered the perfect stage of Refining Essence into Qi at twelve. Am I proud of that?" Yang Ping'an took a sip of hot tea and said in a flat tone.

"Who can compare to a freak like you?" Yang Yitan was stunned and deeply shocked upon hearing about Yang Ping'an's cultivation experience, muttering under his breath.

Yang Ping'an glanced at him but ignored the nagging guy.

Yang Yitan always appeared aloof and cold in front of outsiders. Over the years, he had wandered around with the Masked Gang and earned the nickname "Three-Senses Divine Lord." If outsiders were to see him like this, they would be astonished. Even Wang Quanba and others had never seen Yang Yitan like this before.

"How's your relationship with your fourth sister going?" Yang Ping'an asked Yang Yitan, his divine sense sweeping over him without detecting any hidden dangers.

"Hahaha, while you were in seclusion, my little sister and I also confirmed our relationship." Yang Yi was completely unaware that he was overjoyed when Wang Quanzui was mentioned.

"You didn't see how dark Wang Quanba's face was," Yang Yi said, recounting the scene with great enthusiasm.

"You just call your brother-in-law by his first name like that?" Yang Ping'an asked with interest.

"Hmph, back then, this guy didn't like me and insisted on having a match with me. He even used the Wangquan Sword and was extremely ruthless. If it weren't for my slightly superior cultivation and the approval of the Wangquan Manor Lord, you might not have seen me in my full health." Yang sighed, still feeling lingering fear when he thought of that battle.

"Tell me what cultivation levels the others have?" Yang Ping asked casually, pretending not to care.

"Currently, my cultivation level is the highest among everyone, and I can defeat the Great Demon King in actual combat; Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye is at the Demon King realm, but he has already comprehended the Wang Quan Sword Intent and is no weaker than me; my little sister has just entered the Demon King realm and her strength is not bad, and her spiritual power can affect me." Yang Yitan smiled as he spoke of Wang Quan Zui.

"Oh, what about the others?" Yang Ping'an's eyelids twitched, sensing the scent of passionate love.

"Li Zizai, Li Quzhuo, Qingmu Yuan, and others, like my younger sister, have all just entered the realm of Demon King." Yang Yi sighed, his smile fading, and continued, "Ping An, you and the two sisters from Shenhuo Mountain Manor rarely participate in our gatherings, and Li Muchen, the third young lady of the Li family in Taoyuan, never attends our meetings either."

"Li Muchen?" Yang Ping'an pondered. Li Muchen's talent was quite remarkable, capable of crafting puppets at the Demon Emperor level. Yang Ping'an thought of Li Muchen in Mutian City; such an astonishing achievement made him worthy of cultivation.

"We have become the backbone of the Qi Dao Alliance, and our strength is no less than that of the heads of the major families in the alliance," Yang Yitan said with a proud expression.

"Has it gotten to this point without us realizing it?" Yang Ping'an pondered silently. He remembered that the Masked Gang broke into the outside world when everyone turned eighteen.