There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

When Wang Ping walked to the gate of the courtyard, the dazzling light in his sight was in sharp contrast with the darkness caused by the surrounding turbid dust. The furnishings in the courtyard were still the same as before, with an octagonal table, and a water tank and some commonly used farm tools in the thatched shed in the corner.

Yuan Wu Zhen Jun was wearing a short-sleeved linen shirt and was sitting beside the Eight Immortals Table drinking tea. When he saw Wang Ping appear, he waved and said, "Come in and talk."

Wang Ping immediately clasped his fists in salute, while Yu Lian retracted her sleeves.

Entering the courtyard, Wang Ping raised his eyebrows, because he felt that the courtyard was not only different from everything around it visually, but even the environment had not changed, such as the temperature and airflow, and the oxygen content.

When Wang Ping entered the courtyard, Yuan Wu Zhenjun spoke first, saying, "The matter of Zhongzhou has been settled. Your last duty in the Dao Palace is to dispel the pollution in Zhongzhou."

Wang Ping took the order.

Yuan Wu Zhenjun said again: "We have to leave for a while. Long Jun's anger is extraordinary. His humanity is supported by his children. Ao Bing's matter has caused problems with his humanity, but this world cannot leave Long Jun..."

He looked at Wang Ping and added with a hint of disgust: "This world seems to be full of order, but you have seen it with your own eyes. The so-called order is just a castle in the air. This world needs a set of rules that can constrain everyone. Many years ago, Yu Xiao explained his idea to me, but..."

His words came to an abrupt end. The human consciousness that had just been emanating suddenly died out, and the relaxed expression on his face turned cold. "After we leave, this world will be temporarily handed over to you. You must be careful to control your chaotic spirituality."

Before Wang Ping could respond after hearing these words, Yuanwu Zhenjun's figure turned into a stream of light and left. Then the surrounding smoke and dust surged over like a tide.

Yu Lian emerged from his sleeves and turned into a ten-foot-long creature. He flicked his tail and constructed a water spirit magic circle to disperse the dust that was rushing over.

Wang Ping felt the strong wind blowing in his face, felt the collapse of the ecological environment in the courtyard, and thought about the last words left by Yuanwu Zhenjun.

After a while, Wang Ping whispered to Yu Lian, "What rules do you think can restrict the True Lords?"

Yu Lian was using water bombs to attack the spiritual creatures in the Inspiration World. Facing Wang Ping's question, she tilted her head and said, "Don't you think it's too early to consider this issue now?"

Wang Ping laughed, "That's true."

After laughing, he looked up at the sky. Although the sky was covered with thick smoke and dust, his soul easily penetrated the smoke and dust that obscured the sky. He felt Ao Hong's breath rising from the direction of Qianmu Temple and flying towards the Southeast Islands, followed by his third-level disciples.

When Ao Hong's breath disappeared, a wave of energy came from the communication token of the Second Seat Meeting. It was Man Su, who had just taken over as the chief host, who temporarily convened all the members of the Second Seat to hold a meeting.

Although this meeting was not announced in advance, it is estimated that no one will be absent.

No, Ao Bing must be absent

The meeting will start in two hours.

After Wang Ping finished replying to Man Su, he took Yu Lian up into the air. The sky, which had been clean and beautiful in the past, was now dim and dull. Even the atmosphere was covered with a layer of dust, preventing the sunlight from penetrating.

As for the land of Zhongzhou, most of the flames had been extinguished, but the molten magma in the direction of Shangjing City was still rolling. The Zhenyang Mountain, which originally isolated the air from the north and south, had collapsed by half, and the remaining half had become extremely fragile. Gravel and burnt stones kept falling off when the wind whistled past. As for ordinary people, whether they were princes and nobles or ordinary people, except for a few special areas, almost everything had been reduced to ashes, leaving no information behind. Even most of the Southeast Islands were not spared.

There are only two special areas, one is the area within a hundred miles around Qianmu Temple, and the other is Shangning City protected by Zhigong.

This was a more thorough destruction than the one that occurred when Lord Xiaoshan was promoted. Lord Xiaoshan had at least left behind most of the seeds of civilization at that time, but this time there was only one Huishan City and one Shangning City.

"This is similar to the destruction of the world in the story books." Yu Lian followed Wang Ping's soul to see the miserable state of Zhongzhou. She said with a rare sadness: "This fire burned out all civilization. Fortunately, there is a Zhonghui College in Zhonghui City. There should be some humanities books preserved in the college."

She was not wrong. For the cultivation world, it might really be a fire, but for the mortals in this world, it would be the end of civilization. A civilization includes too many things, such as culture, technology, politics and so on.

Wang Ping nodded. "If we want to restore the environment of Zhongzhou, we don't even need the help of the fourth realm cultivators. With the help of some third realm cultivators, it will only take a few decades to restore it. But if we want to restore the previous civilization, I'm afraid it may not be possible for hundreds of years."

After he said this, he turned into a stream of light and returned to Qianmu Temple.

This time he landed not at the mountaintop temple, but on the front hall steps that were already crowded with people.

Most of the core disciples of Qianmu Temple were on the steps of the front hall, including Liu Shuang, Hu Qianqian, Xia Wenyi, Xuan Ling, Shen Xiaozhu, Que Cai, Yuan Zheng, Zuo Liang and their respective disciples. Yuan Yuan and the calico cat Mimi were playing carefreely on the eaves, and Liu Shuang's spirit dog was running back and forth below.

On the steps are the core disciples of the five academies, those leaning towards the front at the bottom of the steps are the monks entering from the inner sect, and further down are the Qigong practitioners.

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Liu Shuang was discussing something with her fellow junior brothers and sisters at the moment. The core disciples on the steps and the incoming monks in the front row of the square were waiting patiently, while many of the Qi-cultivating disciples farther away could no longer hold their patience and were whispering to each other.

When Wang Ping landed on the steps of the front hall, he immediately released his aura. Hu Qianqian was the first to react. She immediately clasped her fists and saluted, saying, "Master!"

Then came Liu Shuang and others to pay their respects, followed by the core disciples and incoming monks on the steps, and finally the Qigong practitioners at the back, but the Qigong practitioners had the loudest voices.

Wang Ping first paid attention to the many Qigong practitioners gathered in the square, while Yu Lian flew up into the sky to look for Yuan Yuan on the roof.

"The sky is not falling yet. The deans of each academy should lead their disciples back to their respective temples!" Wang Ping did not say anything polite, but gave the order directly and coldly.

The heads of each institute accepted the order without any hesitation.

Wang Ping ignored them, turned around and took a step forward. Liu Shuang and others immediately made way for him. He walked straight to the main hall door and pushed it open.

Wang Ping entered the main hall and walked to the front of the golden statues of the True Lords. He clasped his fists and bowed respectfully. Then he glanced at the golden statue of Huishan True Lord. He turned to look at Liu Shuang and said, "First, organize the Qigong practitioners in the sect to appease the people in Zhonghui City and its surrounding villages and towns. Then, let all the cultivators above the entry level return to their respective dojos and wait for the decision of the second meeting."

PS: There will be a general meeting of all owners in the community tonight to discuss the rearrangement of property management. Go and have a look, so there are only 2,000 words. (End of this chapter)