Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder and hurried away from this place, fearing that he would be squeezed or knocked down by the surrounding souls.

Especially the soul behind him seemed particularly restless, which made him even more uneasy.

Sure enough, after seeing the huge hole, the soul seemed to sense something, and couldn't wait to roar, grow larger, and pounce down with a large number of souls. Yang Ling watched them disappear.

"Are you so eager to reincarnate and die? What on earth happened here?" He muttered to himself, and waved to the nine-headed spirit, "Goodbye, buddy. Although I don't know where you are going, I hope you don't disappear into ashes."

Along the way, he also developed some feelings for this soul. He looked down into the distance and found that he could not see the end at all. It was normal to think about it, after all, there were hundreds of thousands, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of ghosts and souls here.

They jumped down continuously, as if entering an ancient abyss, swallowing up all the souls.

How terrifying! He observed carefully and found that some powerful souls flew a long distance and did not dissipate immediately; while the weak souls disappeared into the air shortly after they jumped.

This place was obviously abnormal and unusual, and completely different from the portal.

If you jump rashly, incredible things may happen.

He sat on the edge of the broken road, without blocking the main force and without the risk of being knocked down by the soul. He carefully observed everything, lying there thinking seriously.

This time he didn't dare to follow her casually.

He was in a physical body now. If he jumped down, who knew what terrible things would happen? If he really was reincarnated, that would be terrible. He just wanted to keep his appearance now.

He observed here for a long time, but still couldn't understand what was going on. He couldn't understand why these souls disappeared out of thin air. Could it be reincarnation?
After thinking for a moment, he cut off a part of his clothes and threw it into the darkness far away. He was surprised to find that the sleeve also disappeared.

The strip of cloth fell into the abyss and disappeared in an instant. This made Yang Ling feel that this strange place should not be entered casually.

However, the souls around him kept jumping down, scrambling for the first place, as if they were afraid of being too late and missing out on the good stuff.

Yang Ling couldn't understand the attraction of this abyss to the soul body.

He sat by the pool and watched for a long time, but couldn't figure out what was going on.

The soul that jumped into the bottomless abyss seemed to have never been to this place, and its breath and figure disappeared completely.

The terrifying aura coming from the abyss made Yang Ling feel that this place was like a devilish land that devoured everything.

But he had no evidence, because the abyss swallowed no human beings, and these souls were all willing. "It's a bit weird, but the spiritual energy is richer than anywhere else!" Yang Ling stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and said lightly.

He glanced around and finally set his eyes on a stone platform not far away.

This place is some distance away from the abyss, so it won't block the souls from dying, and you can also enjoy the massive amount of spiritual energy in the abyss.

Yang Ling walked for a long time before he found such a Feng Shui treasure land. He also studied it for many days, but he still couldn't figure out anything. Now it's useless to rush to find a way back. It's even more stubborn to focus on the abyss.

Yang Ling has never been a person who would let himself stagnate. Since he can't go back for a while, and can't make any achievements here, he might as well use the spiritual energy here to improve himself.

So, Yang Ling sat cross-legged on the stone platform, closed his eyes slightly, and the aura around him changed. A huge amount of spiritual energy gathered in an instant.

When he began to practice, Xu Fu, who was unable to follow, fell to the ground.

"Master, where have you been? My disciple is dying, when can you come back..." Xu Fu lay on his back with his mouth open and muttered with lifeless eyes.

He had been waiting here for a long time, and had also gone to other places to look for Yang Ling. However, Xu Fu's strength was limited, and he did not dare to go too far away from the safe area, so he returned before he had taken a few steps.

Yang Ling had been away for such a long time that Xu Fu couldn't even remember how long it had been since he last saw his master.

At first, he could still comfort himself by saying that his master was just exploring ahead and would return after the novelty wore off. But as time went on, this idea faded, and he could no longer deceive himself.

He was abandoned by Yang Ling because he was too timid and cowardly.

"Master, please come back. I will practice hard to be brave and never fall behind you again..." Xu Fu sat up in annoyance, tears streaming down his face unconsciously.

He really regretted it.

If I hadn't chosen to stay because of fear at the beginning, maybe I would have followed Yang Ling into another new world. Even if there was no new world, I would have discovered many new things and gained countless knowledge.

Just a thought away, Xu Fu could only fend for himself alone in this lifeless space.

Although the spiritual energy in this place is not even one-tenth of that in Yang Ling's place, it is more than enough to improve Xu Fu's cultivation.

At first, he comforted himself that Yang Ling would definitely come back, so he spent time practicing, and achieved considerable success. At this time, Xu Fu had already entered the third level of the human world. If Yang Ling found out, he would be surprised.

Outside Kunlun Mountain, several herb collectors who were brought here a few years ago returned to Daqin after many twists and turns. They collected a lot of herbs and other natural treasures that Yang Ling needed, and gave them to Fusu.

Although there had been no news of Yang Ling for several years, Fusu still carefully preserved the medicinal herbs so that he could present them to Yang Ling when he returned. The rebellion of the remnants of the six kingdoms did not cause much trouble at the beginning because of the deterrence of the little guy, and with Fusu's strategic planning, they could not cause much trouble.

Not long after, Ying Zheng personally issued an edict to sentence the culprits who led the unrest to death.

During that period, the world enjoyed a long-lost peace, especially the years when Yang Ling was absent, which became the most peaceful years.

The cultivation of both Ying Zheng and Fusu is constantly rising. Although Ying Zheng's talent is slightly inferior to Fusu's, it takes him several months or even a year to break through the bottleneck, but Fusu can achieve it in just one month.

This does not mean that Ying Zheng's talent is mediocre, but that Fusu not only inherited his excellent bloodline, but also was free from the obstacles unique to the emperor's practice, and therefore made rapid progress.

"Have you read the memorials recently? It seems that many talented people have emerged..." Ying Zheng turned his eyes to Fusu in the audience, revealing a trace of worry, "Do they also have spiritual power?"

Fusu replied respectfully: "Father, I have read the memorials and have met these practitioners many times."

"Oh? Have you encountered it before?" Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes curiously, "Did it appear in Xianyang City?"

Since the disappearance of Yang Ling and Xu Fu, Xianyang City and even the entire world have undergone earth-shaking changes, the most notable of which is the increase in the number of practitioners.

At first, the changes of these practitioners were limited to physical enhancement, without any other significant effects. They themselves were puzzled and only thought that it was due to the improvement of diet and daily routine. However, in recent times, more and more people have been able to sense spiritual energy, break through the barriers of practice, and step into the ranks of practitioners.

Some people even encountered immortal cranes in the mountains, achieved enlightenment, and created their own methods of cultivation.

The strength of these people increased rapidly, they began to dominate one side, and their reputation gradually spread far and wide.

As a result, Xianyang City has attracted many practitioners who are eager to obtain better cultivation resources in places with richer spiritual energy.

As the location of the Qin Dynasty's dragon vein, Xianyang City is naturally the place with the most spiritual energy in the world.

Ying Zheng had been in seclusion for many years and did not know much about the outside world, which added to Fusu's burden. He needed to go out frequently to understand the people's sentiments. After many investigations, he knew the situation of those scattered cultivators very well.

"There are many independent cultivators in Xianyang City. They have no sects or schools, and most of them have no cultivation methods. However, they are still able to run rampant with their superior strength."

Fusu frowned and said worriedly, "If we allow them to continue to be so arrogant, there will be no place for ordinary people to stand in Xianyang City."

"Have you counted their numbers?" Ying Zheng's face darkened after hearing this, and he seemed to have murderous intent. But soon, this murderous intent dissipated. Years of practice not only improved his strength, but also honed his character.

"When you were in seclusion two days ago, I ordered people to register them. There are thousands of people with names and strong strength, and there are also many people who do not want to reveal their origins, but are equally strong." Fusu had already expected that Ying Zheng would ask about this matter, so he had already made preparations.

"You did a good job." Ying Zheng nodded slightly in approval. However, this did not alleviate Fusu's worries. If these scattered cultivators could not be suppressed in time, the future of Xianyang City would be worrying.

"The number of independent cultivators in Xianyang City is still increasing. The spiritual energy here is rich, and there will be more people in the future." Fusu pursed his lips helplessly, "The master is also missing. If he is here, perhaps he can give us some guidance."

"Don't always rely on experts." Ying Zheng stood up and glanced at Fusu calmly, "We can handle this matter ourselves."

It is understandable to seek help from experts for irresistible natural disasters, but the situation in Xianyang City was not caused by natural disasters, so they did not need to rely on experts like children.

"What do you mean, father?" Fusu understood the hidden meaning of Ying Zheng's words, but did not dare to speculate.

"Gather all registered and unregistered cultivators who have recently entered the city, and have them join the Qin army and serve the Qin. Those who disobey will be executed on the spot." Before Ying Zheng finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace. Although he had practiced for many years and his character had changed, his iron-blooded and resolute nature had not changed.

"It seems that the task of reorganizing the scattered cultivators in Xianyang City has fallen on me again..." Fusu looked helplessly at the inner hall where Ying Zheng was in seclusion, and walked out reluctantly.

Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, thick snow covers the entire mountain range.

A tenacious seedling broke through the soil, breaking through the shackles of the snow. The north wind whistled past, and the seedling swayed in the wind, almost blowing away with the wind, but fortunately there was a thick layer of snow to hold it back.

The cold wind rushed through the dense forests of Kunlun Mountains and rushed towards a hidden place.

What was strange was that the cold wind that was so arrogant in other places seemed to lose its hostility and arrogance as soon as it arrived here, and quietly disappeared.

Many years ago, two alchemists also lost their trace here.

One of them is a real alchemist with the ability to know everything; the other is a half-baked one who follows the real alchemist to do odd jobs.

Now, the true alchemist is practicing diligently at the junction of life and death.

In that strange space where he could not feel the passage of time, Yang Ling fell into a mysterious state.

Where is the boundary between life and death? What is the difference between the meaning of life and the meaning of death? How should we live and how should we die?

……

These questions emerged in Yang Ling's mind. He had thought about them but never really cared about them.

It was not until this moment, when he was truly standing on the brink of life and death, that he began to think seriously about these questions.

As a practitioner, he should have pursued the illusory path of practice, but Yang Ling always felt that these things were too far away from him, so far that he had never really thought about them.

However, his experiences with the Naihe Bridge, the Samsara Path, and the Pond of Rebirth brought him closer to these profound propositions time and time again.

At this moment, he had to think about the meaning of life and death to himself.

"Reincarnation, what is the meaning of life, what is the meaning of death..." Yang Ling muttered to himself, asking himself and looking for the answer. He looked into the distance, his eyes full of confusion.

The reincarnation pool was still bustling with activity, with souls scrambling for the chance to enter the pool first.

A huge soul came rushing from a distance, knocking away all the spirits in front of it, and successfully seized the opportunity to jump into the reincarnation pool.

Among the souls that were knocked away were weak souls that had been waiting in line obediently. After being knocked away, they stood up numbly, looked around blankly, and after determining the direction, they continued to move forward.

It is not uncommon for souls to cut in line by relying on their size and strength advantages. This weak soul soon encountered two more.

As soon as it returned to the team, it was knocked away again.

Yang Ling looked at it with great interest. The creature seemed to sense Yang Ling's gaze, but because there were too many souls in between and the scene was too chaotic, it could not tell who was watching.

The weak soul stood up from the ground and walked towards the team again.

After being knocked away countless times, it finally reached the edge of the reincarnation pool.

This time, it got the chance to see Yang Ling, so it turned back.

Yang Ling felt that this weak soul smiled at him, but soon he felt that it was impossible - they were all souls, they had no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness of their own, so how could they smile at him?
Yang Ling denied his own idea, but the image of that weak soul jumping into the Rebirth Pool soon emerged in his mind again.

"What is life? What is death? What is the meaning of life, and what is the meaning of death..." That question sounded in Yang Ling's mind again.

What is different from the past is that this time, along with the question of life and death, there is also the scene before the weak soul jumps into the pond. (End of this chapter)