Original God: Founding the Shushan Sect, Gathering People in Teyvat to Cultivate Immortality.

"The eight gods of the world are practiced in the form, and the twenty-four truths emerge naturally."

Pieces of text, like seven-character quatrains, slowly flow into everyone's ears.

Yes, it is flowing.

These words, flowing down from the top of the mountain, are as dark as ink and flow into everyone's ears like a stream.

It even entered the ears of many ferocious beasts.

Unfortunately, now everyone followed Zhongli and sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, listening to Jiang Yan's Huangting.

This scene was not seen by anyone.

Before, Ningguang and others didn’t understand why they had to sit cross-legged. After all, it was still very indecent in this land.

Moreover, this thing sounds very mysterious, totally incomprehensible, and useless to listen to.

But when she really sat down and closed her eyes to listen, Ningguang knew that she was totally wrong.

Some words can be understood without being said.

Some words can be understood without thinking about them.

They really didn't understand what Jiang Yan said, but as long as they listened carefully, these words could help them.

Fatigue is soothed and confusion is swept away.

What replaced it was ultimate tranquility.

The elemental power continued to gather and merge into the body. Everyone's strength was slowly and continuously improving while listening to Huang Ting.

The power of peace is like a mother gently wiping away everyone’s sweat, hugging them and saying something tenderly.

"Mom knows you are very tired, but now, you can have a good rest."

A tear slid down the corner of Ningguang's closed eyes.

At this moment, she suddenly understood Ganyu a little.

Under the clouds, such a peaceful scene appeared.

Some ferocious beasts came later and lay down obediently at the feet of many people.

His eyes flickered, and even the cold and venomous snake had a hint of kindness and gentleness in its pupils.

Gradually, as the purple air in the sky gradually dissipated, Jiang Yan's Huangting Sutra also came to an end.

When the last sentence fell, a gentle breeze swept across the earth.

In an instant, the whole mountain was covered with flowers.

The withered yellow grass also turned lush and green.

Zhongli and others slowly opened their eyes, not paying attention to the changes in the surrounding environment.

Zhongli just sighed and said calmly:

"Wear and tear, another 1%... At this rate, I'm afraid I'll be able to completely get rid of the pain of wear and tear in the near future."

The other immortals also opened their eyes and looked towards Jue Yunjian above their heads. For the first time, they understood why Zhongli did not allow them to call themselves immortals in front of Jiang Yan.

If this kind of existence only says that he is a cultivator who has refined his spirit and returned to the void.

Then, how can they call themselves immortals?

The concentration of immortal power increased, the level of immortal power increased, and many hidden injuries from previous battles were also eliminated.

This should have been a joyous occasion, but now everyone's hearts were filled with unprecedented calm.

Peaceful and peaceful.

Ningguang's long eyelashes flickered and she slowly opened her eyes.

Glancing sideways, a tiger also opened its eyes simultaneously.

It was so close that Ningguang could smell the fishy odor from its mouth.

But Ningguang did not feel panicked, as if a voice in her heart told her that there was no need to worry about anything.

A natural feeling.

There was also a hint of human kindness in the tiger's eyes, and it seemed to nod at Ningguang.

After bowing to Jue Yunjian, he leaped a few times and disappeared without a trace.

Ningguang looked towards the open space not far away, and saw that many ferocious beasts had awakened.

But the expected fight did not unfold.

Instead, they were like tigers, kowtowed obediently, and left quietly.

As if he was afraid of disturbing Jue Yunjian's existence.

The beast in the carriage behind him also woke up, but did not make a noise. It just lay there quietly.

Ningguang turned to look at Keqing, who had a hint of joy on her face.

"My elemental power has become stronger again!"

As Keqing's voice broke the silence, Jueyunjian suddenly became noisy.

The members of the Qianyan Army were all pleasantly surprised at how much stronger they were.

Even some of the injuries suffered by the Qianyan Army and the scars left behind have disappeared.

More than a few years younger.

Keqing felt that she could still work three more days of night shifts.

If you can hear such scriptures every day, working overtime every day will not be a problem.

"Ningguang, are you crying?"

Keqing looked at Ningguang with some surprise. If it were in the past, Ningguang would have decisively denied it.

As a proud Tianquan, he must not have any fragile emotions.

but now……

For some reason, Ningguang felt that her character had been elevated.

Ningguang nodded slightly and chuckled:

"Recalling some of the past, it's worth being happy."

"you've changed……"

Keqing looked complicated, shook her head and said nothing more.

But Zhongli looked at Ningguang with satisfaction.

Liyue is lucky to have a Tianquan star whose character has reached a higher level.

"Is this the power of Mr. Jiang?"

Grandma Ping sighed and felt a lot younger.

"Without showing up, from this distance, we can soothe the living, increase our strength, and heal our injuries."

"As expected of a legendary immortal cultivator."

If Jiang Yan heard this, he would probably not take it seriously.

No matter what, he is at the stage of refining the spirit and returning to the void, which is considered the second peak of humanity.

For a strong person of this level, even a drop of blood can be of great help to low-level cultivators.

What's more, what he was reciting was the Huangting Sutra.

If it didn't have this effect, Jiang Yan would still think that the Huangting Sutra was fake.

"Jiang Yan didn't help us."

Zhongli shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"I told you, this is just his daily morning routine."

"Morning...morning class?"

Keqing looked at Zhongli in disbelief.

"Just my morning lessons can have such a large impact and influence the world?"

"Are all immortal cultivators... so powerful?"

Zhongli did not answer, but he had a faint expectation in his heart.

Now that he has witnessed the influence of Jiang Yan's cultivation, he is no longer indifferent to the ability that Jiang Yan mentioned that can bring him back to life...

Zhongli also ignited a glimmer of hope.

Maybe he can't do it now, but he may be able to do it in the future.

What's more, if I cultivate immortality...

Can you get to the point of reviving your old friend?

Zhongli is looking forward to it.

"Go up the mountain."

Zhongli no longer hesitated and said softly:

"Since Fellow Daoist Jiang Yan has finished his morning lessons, we should hurry up and visit him."

Ningguang and others nodded solemnly.

He just glanced at the Qianyan Army who were excitedly talking about how they had become stronger.

I have some other ideas in mind.

"Emperor, we can't send these carriages up."

Keqing looked at the carriage behind with some worry.

"That's a problem."

Zhongli nodded slightly, glanced at the fairies, and felt that if he really asked them to move, they would probably be exhausted to death.

After a moment's silence, Zhongli felt helpless.

"Forget it. Now that we are here, there is no point in leaving the gifts at the foot of the mountain. I will come here myself."

"Emperor, this..."

Xiao looked at Zhongli with some embarrassment.

Is it appropriate that the faith in our hearts has become a porter?

However, Zhongli did not care about these things and waved his hand:

"It's OK. It's not a big deal. If others can do it, why can't I do it?"

After hearing what Zhongli said, Xiao stopped trying to persuade him.

However, before Zhongli could make a move, a black figure came down from the top of Jueyun on a flying sword.

The wide Taoist robe made him look like an immortal.

The clouds slowly made way for a passage, as if welcoming his arrival.

"When a guest comes to visit and brings gifts, how can we ask the guest to help deliver them into our home?"

Zhongli looked up and saw a carefree immortal flying on a sword in the sky, with the purple-gold cloud pattern between his eyebrows even more eye-catching.

His clothes fluttered in the wind, like an immortal with a jade face.

He stretched out his hand and gently reached out, and the countless carriages turned into streams of light and all disappeared into his cloud sleeves.

The area below Jueyunjian suddenly became somewhat empty.

A breeze blew by, and the ink-colored Taoist robe and long hair fluttered in the wind.