There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 841 New Calendar Year 53

When Wang Ping observed this, his eyebrows kept twitching, because Zixuan and the others had completed the entire sacrificial ceremony, their offerings had been collected, and they also received rewards.

This means that the object that Zixuan and others are worshipping may really exist!
Wang Ping suddenly regretted participating in this sacrificial ceremony, because from now on this matter would take root deep in his heart. Just when he was considering whether to clear this memory, the corpse soldier puppet mutated.

The magic circle that maintained its functions on the surface of its body quickly fell off, and some colorful light seeped out, and some black and white objects appeared around the space where the colorful light emerged.

These black and white objects intertwined together, as if destroying the rules of this world, as if the world was unreal, making Wang Ping feel a little absurd.

Fortunately, those black and white objects only existed for a moment and then disappeared, otherwise Wang Ping would really fall into self-doubt. At this time, Cangyue pinched his hands and used the Taiyin secret method to read the memory that the puppet had just read at that moment.

Zixuan and Yu Heng both looked at Cangyue intently, with an exploration of the unknown and deep-hidden greed in their eyes, no longer the piety and humility just now.

The monks under the high platform were no longer pious.

Wang Ping really didn't like the current atmosphere. Deep down in his heart he had an urge to destroy this place, but due to his strength he suppressed this idea.

Half an hour later.

Cangyue finished exploring the puppet's memory, and Zixuan quickly asked, "How is it?"

"Still unconscious." His tone was full of regret.

Wang Ping could guess the meaning of their conversation. Everything the Jiutian Pavilion did was to awaken the so-called saints, because in today's human legends, the two saints who created the world were sleeping, and they wanted to awaken the saints and let them save the world.

The scene just now was telling Wang Ping that they might have already forgotten their original intention, and that offering sacrifices to the saint was no longer intended to save the universe, but to steal some of the saint's power.

Moreover, Wang Ping's intuition told him that they had succeeded once before, otherwise these three old guys, who had lived for more than 10,000 years in total, would not have expressed such emotions.

Zixuan and Yu Heng did not show any regretful expression when they heard this, but instead looked as if they were continuing to work hard.

At this moment, Zixuan seemed to have just remembered Wang Ping. He looked at Wang Ping and bowed, saying, "What do you think of our sacrificial ceremony, fellow Daoist?"

All of Wang Ping's thoughts flashed through his mind. He looked at Taoist Cangyue and asked, "What did you see from the puppet's memory? Are there really so-called saints?"

Cang Yue met Wang Ping's gaze, holding his hands in a clasped gesture. After a silence of more than ten breaths, he said, "I don't know how to describe it. It was a consciousness, a very clear consciousness, but unconscious. The information it conveyed was also disorganized, like a child's random scribbles."

"We once tried to parse the chaotic information, but it was just a waste of time and also led to some crazy thoughts, so the memory was later deleted."

Wang Ping asked again: "From your tone, it seems that you have received complete information?"

This time it was Zixuan who answered. He said in a tone that was not very certain: "Maybe it will work. We have obtained a magic array and used it to make a magic tool. This magic tool is the core of this set of sacrificial magic array. It can directly absorb the spiritual power that we have not been able to control until now. However, these spiritual powers are illusory and will disappear once they leave the magic array, so they can only be used to attract creatures from outside the domain."

Wang Ping thought for a few breaths, digested this sentence and asked: "Why do you say 'maybe there will be success'?"

Zixuan shook his sleeves with both hands, "Because after we made the magic circle into a magic weapon, we lost the memory of the magic circle. We just knew that it existed, and the magic circle inside the magic weapon also disappeared, but its ability is still there."

Cangyue added: "Maybe it's not disappearing, but existing in a way that we can't understand."

Wang Ping's gaze fell on Cangyue. Cangyue and Zixuan were both fourth-level cultivators of the Tianmen Orthodox Sect. What could it be that even they could not understand and explore?

But on second thought, there are many things in this world that they cannot understand, and this one is not a big deal. And the sacrifice of 'Jiu Tian Pavilion' can continue to exist, which means that it has the tacit approval of the True Lords, or some things will be solved once they are promoted to the realm of True Lord.

Wang Ping met the three people's gaze and asked, "Are you planning to continue offering sacrifices to the saint here?"

Zixuan responded, "We are not disturbing anyone, so what's wrong with that?" He asked back and then invited, "If you are interested, you will be the one to read the power bestowed by the saint next time."

Wang Ping said politely: "I'll think about it."

There was no way he could agree to this; it was just a euphemism for refusal.

The three men were not angry. After a round of politeness, Wang Ping said goodbye and his consciousness immediately left the puppet's body.

...

In the starry fantasy world of Qianmuguan.

Wang Ping and Yu Lian remained silent as they digested everything they had just witnessed.

After a long while, Yu Lian asked softly, "Do saints really exist? First there was the saintly way of the 'Ji Min Hui', and now there is the sacrifice of the 'Jiu Tian Pavilion'. Their powers are so magical."

Wang Ping said regretfully: "I don't know either."

"Aren't you curious?"

"I think saints are just a form of power, just like the saintly way of the 'Ji Min Hui'. They use themselves as a medium to cater to a certain power that already exists between heaven and earth, but this power can only be materialized into reality through practitioners. Otherwise, the world would have been full of so-called saints. In the final analysis, the secret methods of Xuanmen can also be called saints."

"Is that so?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's like this or not. Like you said, there's no point in thinking too much now."

"makes sense."

Wang Ping glanced at the turbid starry sky illusion and entered into a state of meditation again.

Yu Lian lay on the ground and thought for a while before ignoring it and continued to communicate with the believers through the magic circle.

Ten years later.

The transfer array in outer space was repaired, and the third-level cultivators who had been stationed in outer space for decades returned to Zhongzhou. Although they already knew everything that had happened in Zhongzhou, they still found it hard to believe, especially the cultivators from the side sects recruited from the north. Some of them left the Zhenyang Sect on the spot.

This incident caused quite a stir, but as time went by, it didn't cause much ripples.

The outer space ecological zone developed by Wang Ping in cooperation with the demon clan, Bu Qiong and others has finally started construction. Que Cai is ordered to take his disciples to outer space to build a transfer array.

The Spring Festival of the 32nd year of the new calendar has just passed.

News came from Xizhou that a new dynasty was established in the southern plains.

Liang Dynasty.

This dynasty did not truly unify Xizhou, but only integrated some tribes and city-states in the central plains in the southern end of Xizhou. The southernmost part was still ruled by city-states and tribes, not to mention the mountains in the north.

Being able to achieve this step is already halfway to success. The most difficult thing for a civilization is to change its customs. As long as the unified ideas are conveyed to the ruling class of Xizhou and a fixed culture is formed, they will work hard in this direction.

It is worth mentioning that the temples of the Liang Dynasty also worshipped various True Lords, but the Taiyan Sect worshipped two True Lords, namely, 'Xiaoshan' and 'Huishan'.

Among the common people, some people worship Xiaoshan Zhenjun, while some people worship Huishan Zhenjun.

"It turns out that all the Taiyan monks in the north of Zhongzhou have now moved to Xizhou. They are the ones who preached for Huishan Zhenjun. I secretly investigated and found that they have close relations with Vajra Temple and Shangqing Sect." Dong Can returned to Qianmu Temple and personally reported the matter to Wang Ping at the dojo on the top of the mountain.

Wang Ping remained silent upon hearing this. He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to deal with the Tai Yan monks. Their puppets could infiltrate all walks of life. If Dong Can did not have the Tai Yan Sect's help, it would probably be in a difficult situation now.

"Has Xiaozhu adapted to the environment in Xizhou?"

Wang Ping asked.

Dong Can responded, "We were able to successfully preach in Xizhou thanks to the help of Taoist Master Yuxi. The monks of the Vajra Temple did not make things difficult for us. Instead, they helped us a lot. However, I personally feel that they have evil intentions and want us to fight among ourselves in Taiyan Sect so that they can reap the benefits."

"No need to feel it, they must be thinking so."

Wang Ping looked at Dong Can and knew why he came back now, so he didn't beat around the bush and said to him directly: "Are you planning to prepare for the promotion next?"

Dong Can lowered his head and said, "That's exactly what I think."

"This is what you deserve. Go and prepare. I will use the 'Painted Face Mask' to help you. Use the communication token to let me know when you are ready." Wang Ping promised.

"Thank you, Lord!"

Dong Shen bowed and saluted.

Wang Ping waved his hand.

After Dong Can left, Wang Ping's consciousness did not immediately leave the puppet. He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and then called Liu Shuang.

"What is Ziluan doing lately?"

Wang Ping asked this question when Liu Shuang appeared.

Liu Shuang was slightly stunned, and then replied: "I have been practicing in seclusion for these years and have not asked about the affairs of Taiyan Sect. Why not call Donglin to ask him?"

Wang Ping nodded.

Zhao Mingming arrived soon and said, "The headmaster has been committed to expanding the influence of Taiyan Sect over the years, supporting the establishment of side sects in Zhongzhou, and secretly collecting quotas for the three realms of Taiyan."

"The first two things went smoothly, but the third thing encountered some troubles. Many third-level Taiyan cultivators rejected him and gathered together to go to Xizhou."

Wang Ping didn't show much expression when he heard this. He looked at Liu Shuang and asked, "What do you think?"

Liu Shuang thought for a moment and said, "Disciple believes that this matter may be unsolvable unless we use force, but our influence in Xizhou is limited."

Wang Ping nodded in agreement, thought for a moment, and then instructed Zhao Mingming, "Tell Zi Luan to shift the focus to collecting the quota for the Taiyan Three Realms."

After saying this, his consciousness left the puppet.

...

In the starry sky fantasy.

Yu Lian couldn't help but say, "You really trust Zi Luan."

"I said that it's not about trusting Zi Luan, it's that he is indeed capable of doing this."

"You let him bear the heavy responsibility, so you must give him something in return. Have you thought about giving him a promotion in the future?"

"Who do you think is the most suitable among the three-level cultivators in Taiyan Sect to get the first promotion quota?" Wang Ping asked back. Without waiting for Yu Lian to answer, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "These are just plans. Whether the quota in the future can fall into my hands depends on whether I can really take the last step."

Faced with this question, Yu Lian remained silent. In fact, she didn't want Wang Ping to plan for the fifth realm so early, but she didn't show it.

Wang Ping felt Yu Lian's emotions and naturally knew what she was thinking.

"Don't worry. I won't risk my cultivation unless I'm absolutely sure." Wang Ping said this softly and entered into meditation again.

He was not trying to comfort Yu Lian. If the 'Eye of the Sky' or the 'Light Curtain Panel' could not give the specific data for promotion, then the promotion to the fifth realm would have to be carefully considered.

Yu Lian felt relieved after hearing Wang Ping's words. She then flew up into the sky and landed on the branch of the locust tree and fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, the locust tree has grown to more than thirty feet tall, and the wood spirit energy emanating from the surrounding area can be observed with the naked eye, causing the space in this area to flicker with a slight light green halo all year round.

Hu Qianqian, who was on the auspicious clouds in the sky, was also sleeping. The rich wood spirit energy here allowed her to digest it only through sleeping.

Two hours later.

Zi Luan in the Guizhen Hall of Taiyan Sect received the words passed down by Wang Ping.

After thinking alone for half an hour, he called Xuan Ling and Li Miaolin to discuss the matter. The three of them discussed for a long time without any result, let alone coming up with a charter.

Just as it was getting dark, Li Miaolin suddenly said, "Perhaps we can find Taoist Master Cheng Xi from the Southern Islands. It wouldn't be too easy for him to deceive some Third Realm Taiyan cultivators with his Fourth Realm cultivation."

Zi Luan's eyes lit up. Morality was never something he considered. Li Miaolin's reminder immediately made him think of more than a dozen solutions. He then asked, "When will Fellow Daoist Que Cai be back?"

Xuan Ling responded: "We can call her back for a few days. The outer space transfer array does not need her to be there all the time."

Zi Luan thought for a moment and said, "This matter is of great importance, so I'd better go to outer space myself."

...

Five years later.

The sudden disappearance of two third-level Tai Yan monks in Xizhou caused quite a stir, and then in the following years three more third-level Tai Yan monks disappeared one after another.

For this purpose, Vajra Temple specially united various factions in Xizhou to form a search team, and wanted to use this as an opportunity to re-establish the Taoist temple in Xizhou, but there were few responses.

After half a year of investigation, the matter was finally closed hastily. Afterwards, several masters from the Vajra Temple visited the Taiyan Sect, and there were no more disappearances of Taiyan Sect monks in Xizhou.

Then there was another fifteen years of peace and tranquility.

Early June of the 53rd year of the new calendar.

The puppets arranged by Wang Ping in the mountaintop temple suddenly received a message from Taoist Huai Mo through the communication token: he was going to formally prepare for the promotion ceremony, and would be officially promoted probably after sixty years!

When Wang Ping received the news, he smiled and said to Yu Lian, "It seems that the world after we leave the customs will be very exciting!"

Yu Lian responded: "I can't wait any longer."

(End of this chapter)