What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

Although Cecilia was puzzled by Zhong Hui's choice, she still took out the Seed of Sorrow obtained in this battle. "This is the Seed of Sorrow that created one of the witch's clones. It contains endless purifying power. Consider this your reward."

After saying that, the Seed of Sorrow, which even a six-star magical girl desperately craved, gently fell into Zhong Hui's palm.

Thank you.

Zhong Hui nodded his thanks, and with a thought, he transferred the Seed of Sorrow to the artifact spirit.

Wow, I'm rich!

The dormant system instantly awoke with joy. This thing in front of it was the Lament Seed of the Seven Star Witch, containing a vast and boundless magical power, enough to support Zhong Hui, who was only at the second-star level, in his long-term cultivation.

This also means that it has taken a huge step forward in its goal of cultivating the "strongest magical girl," and even returning home alive seems no longer a pipe dream.

Thinking of this, the system couldn't help but feel secretly delighted and happily began to transform the Seed of Sorrow.

The extraordinary factors involved in this major battle are too numerous to count, and the awards ceremony in the conference room continues.

……

Within the Kingdom of God.

"You bastard, look what you've done!"

Otto, like an enraged lion, stared intently at the nun before him, who was listless and silent with her head bowed, and roared fiercely.

He believed he had everything under control, but he never expected that at the very moment the rescue was about to succeed, his daughter would ambush him from the spatial node and kill the wish-granting witch who was supposed to be taken back to the divine kingdom.

His chest heaved violently, his gaze icy and piercing: "Do you even know how significant a wish is? Her power could have been used to build my new world, to create a truly perfect utopia! But because of your willful and reckless actions, everything is now ruined!"

The nun kept her head down and remained silent, which only fueled Otto's anger.

"say!"

What do you want me to say?

The nun finally raised her head, a mocking smile tugging at her bloodless face: "So you say I was wrong? That I shouldn't have killed that witch who slaughtered Jiangbei and caused tens of thousands of deaths?"

"You keep talking about creating a utopian world, but in my eyes, your so-called ideal world has always belonged only to you. Saving the world and freeing all beings from suffering are just grand excuses! You're nothing but a pathetic wretch who can't get over the pain of losing his wife, only able to numb your rotten, obsessive heart with fabricated ideals!"

"Shut up!"

These words struck Otto's vulnerable heart with deadly force. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the nun by the neck, lifting her high into the air as he roared uncontrollably, "I am your father! We are blood relatives! You should support me in everything I do! Instead of helping outsiders to defy me!"

"Cough...cough..."

The nun had previously forcibly broken the precepts and used the forbidden power that should have disappeared, and had already suffered a severe backlash, her life force as weak as a candle in the wind.

At this moment, her neck was being choked, she coughed incessantly, her breathing became increasingly weak, and her hands hung limply downwards, clearly on the verge of death.

Seeing this, Otto, who was filled with rage, trembled. He hurriedly put the nun down, and his tone suddenly changed, almost pleading, "Xiaoxue, Dad just wants our family to be reunited... Don't you miss Mom? Please don't make the same mistake again, okay?"

“My mother died twelve years ago when the witch invaded.”

Otto's face was incredibly pale, but the nun paid no heed and continued speaking calmly, each word piercingly painful: "And I died five years ago. What remains in this world now is nothing more than a puppet created by your obsession. And my father, whom I once respected and admired, also died long ago, the moment he abandoned his lofty ideals."

"Little Snow!"

"Father, please call me Paper Kite!"

The father and daughter stared at each other, neither willing to back down an inch. The warmth of the past was gone from their eyes, replaced only by weariness and estrangement.

In the end, Otto was the first to give in. Still furious, he turned to Creation, who stood aside, and said, "Why did you let Wishes go? Why didn't you bring her back?"

Creation's heart skipped a beat, and before he could even open his mouth to explain, the world before him suddenly changed.

She was banished to the void once again.

"Heh... Hahahaha!"

The nun chuckled softly at first, then burst into unrestrained laughter, before turning around and staggering away into the distance.

In the vast divine kingdom, only Otto remained, standing alone in the same spot.

The father and daughter, one leaving and one staying, both exuded an indescribable loneliness and sorrow.

Chapter 92 Entering the Mountain to Battle the Dragon Vein

Two days have passed since the Wish Witch died.

The vast Jiangbei region is gradually returning to its former tranquility, but the various wounds caused by this great battle will require a long time to heal.

It's important to understand that this battle devastated an entire county. While the economic losses might be somewhat acceptable, the grief of the tens of thousands of ordinary people slaughtered by the Wish Witch is something that's hard to shake off.

However, these are not matters for the magical girls to worry about; the government will handle them.

After Cecilia chaired the post-war meeting, the magical girls returned to the hotel early and patiently waited for the experiments to resume.

In the early morning, after finishing the breakfast delivered by the hotel, Zhong Hui picked up a plastic bag and walked towards his room.

As he reached the door, he paused, turned around, and announced loudly, "This emperor is leaving!"

"Okay, have fun, and remember to come back for dinner," Cangxing said with a smile.

Qianjia, who had come over for a visit ten minutes earlier, was sitting on the sofa when she saw him and asked curiously, "Where is he going?"

Cang Xing sat cross-legged on the sofa, munching on potato chips, and casually replied, "Nothing, Zhong Hui said he's going to find a place to refine the Heaven-Mending Pill."

"The Heaven-Mending Pill? What is that?" Qianjia pressed for an answer.

"It seems to be something needed to break through to the Golden Core stage."

"What is the Golden Elixir?"

"Uh... I didn't ask."

"Are you really comfortable letting him go out alone? Aren't you afraid he'll cause some trouble?"

"It's alright, it's alright, he knows what he's doing, we should have faith in him!"

"Hehe, is that so?"

Qianjia's lips twitched, and the image of her villa, which Zhong Hui had demolished into ruins, instantly flashed into her mind.

Cangxing finished her potato chips, patted her stomach contentedly, and happily suggested, "Let's not worry about such a small problem for now, let's go shopping later. I've been stuck in the hotel for the past two days, and Zhong Hui has been so focused on his cultivation that he hasn't chatted with me at all. I'm so bored!"

"But the experiment is tomorrow, aren't you going to prepare?"

Do you know the specifics of the experiment?

"do not know."

"That settles it then. Instead of worrying about the unknown, let's plan today's shopping trip."

…………

In the desolate mountains and wild fields, the path winds its way through.

Zhong Hui walked alone on a deserted mountain path, carrying a plastic bag in his left hand and a rice cooker he had just bought in his right.

After two days of recuperation, his condition has been perfectly adjusted. Now that his cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment stage, there is no room for further improvement. The only way to advance is to break through to the Golden Core stage.

This is also why he went into the mountains alone, to find a secluded and deserted place so that he could start his furnace to refine the Heaven-Mending Pill in order to break through the Golden Core barrier.

Aside from the nine-patterned hierarchy of the Golden Core, each pattern represents a different level of existence; its color is also divided into three realms, from low to high: Primordial Gold, superior-quality Glazed Gold, and the most exquisite Purple Nether Gold.

Only when the nine patterns are perfect and the color is exquisite, complementing each other and forming a perfect whole, can an immortal golden elixir be created with perfect perfection.

The Heaven-Mending Pill is the indispensable core key to achieving this golden elixir.

The profound mystery of this elixir is entirely hidden in the two words "mending the heavens".

"After swallowing a golden pill, I realized that my fate was not determined by heaven."

"A single golden elixir can grant immortality, but it requires the refinement of the Heaven-Mending Dao."

"Only those who achieve the Golden Core stage are of our generation."

Throughout history and across all realms, there have been countless praises and records about the Golden Core Realm.

Zhong Hui consulted ancient books and discussed with sages, and without exception, they all highly valued the Golden Elixir Realm.

Many cultivators even believe that entering the Golden Core stage is the true beginning of cultivation, a transformative metamorphosis from fish to dragon.

The reason is simple: cultivation before reaching the Golden Core stage is merely about accumulating spiritual energy; only by entering the Golden Core stage can one come into contact with the principles of the Great Dao and truly embark on the long and arduous journey of seeking immortality.

Before long, Zhong Hui arrived at the heart of the desolate mountains.

He did not immediately start refining pills, because he was still missing the last crucial core ingredient, Xuanhuang Qi, in order to refine the Heaven-Mending Pill.

Xuanhuang Qi is the primordial Qi born at the beginning of heaven and earth. Every bit used is a bit less. In other worlds, ordinary cultivators would probably spend their entire lives trying to obtain even a wisp of it.

But since he had made up his mind to refine the elixir today, he must have already figured out a way to obtain it.

Zhong Hui first explored the place where the dragon veins in the mountains converged. His eyes swept over the surrounding beautiful mountains and rivers, and he muttered to himself, "The Xuanhuang Qi was born at the time of the creation of the world. If no one captures it, it will automatically merge into the mountains and rivers. Therefore, any Feng Shui treasure land with beautiful mountains and clear waters and rich Qi must contain Xuanhuang Qi. This place just meets the requirements."

His plan was quite simple: with his own cultivation, he could extract a wisp of Xuanhuang Qi from the dragon veins of these mountains and refine the Heaven-Mending Pill.

The method seems simple, but it relies heavily on chance and luck.

In those great worlds where cultivation flourishes, the primordial energy between heaven and earth has long been plundered by top experts and immortal forces. Only in this world with a backward cultivation system is such a treasure still preserved.

After all, the people in this world don't cultivate their bodies, refine pills, forge weapons, or make talismans... they don't touch anything at all, and they only rely on blindly improving themselves after signing contracts.

That's why he always felt that the world was extremely backward.

"Hurry up and finish this, we need to get back for dinner."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Zhong Hui didn't delay any longer. His spiritual power surged out and probed deep into the earth along the veins of the ground.

Thousands of meters underground, a small, reddish-yellow dragon quietly emerged, exuding a rich earthy aura, and was coiled and slumbering.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

Several chains of spiritual energy suddenly attacked, instantly wrapping around the little dragon's limbs and neck, binding it tightly. At the same time, another force continuously absorbed the energy from its body.

"Roar!"

The dragon vein immediately flew into a rage, its roar echoing throughout the mountains and fields, causing the entire desolate mountain to tremble slightly.

As the little dragon turned its body, the energy within it suddenly erupted, and the spiritual energy chains that had been binding it snapped one by one on the spot.

The moment it broke free of its restraints, the little dragon burst from the ground, soaring straight up to the heavens, hovering high in the sky, glaring angrily down at the human cultivator who had launched the sneak attack.

Seeing the little dragon break free, Zhong Hui remained calm and instead smiled as he looked at the little dragon in the clouds: "As expected of this treasure land carefully selected by this emperor. The cultivation level of the creatures in this dragon vein is already close to the Golden Core stage. In this way, the Xuanhuang Qi that this emperor can obtain will definitely be even purer and more abundant."

"Roar!"