An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Fang Ping's words were like a basin of cold water poured on Zhao Ling'er's heart, which immediately cooled down the excitement that could not be concealed due to the completion of the spirit body.

"Brother Chen, do you think we really have no other way out?" Zhao Ling'er said with lowered eyebrows.

Fang Ping shook his head: "Deyou Transformation God should have already told you, right?"

"But I still can't accept it."

The originally good sect will suddenly be destroyed, and all the familiar faces will disappear from his life.

Even she herself might die here.

Compared to the foreseeable tragic future, the fact that her own spiritual body has matured is really not worth mentioning.

Seeing that Zhao Ling'er was feeling a little depressed, Fang Ping didn't want to comfort her, but just changed the subject: "Have you brought the Wanli Mirror and the Zongmen Hall?"

Zhao Ling'er nodded, took out a palm-sized miniature version of the sect's hall from her storage bag and handed it to Fang Ping.

After Fang Ping took it, his consciousness swept away, and then his expression changed slightly.

"Is this... a soul lamp?"

In the main hall of the sect, in addition to the bronze mirror enshrined in it, there are also rows of oil lamps with flickering candlelight.

Fang Ping knew very well that each oil lamp represented the soul seal of a monk from Woshenshan.

The light does not go out, which means that the owner of the oil lamp has not yet died.

When the lamp goes out, it means that the owner of the soul lamp has died.

"Yes, these are the soul lanterns of all the sect disciples who are still here. The ancestor said that if we can escape and return to the sect, we will use these soul lanterns to set up tombs for them."

Fang Ping didn't say much. The topic was too heavy, and he was not the kind of person with an active and out-of-the-box personality. In such a situation, he couldn't comfort Zhao Ling'er at all, and he knew that he couldn't comfort Zhao Ling'er at all.

"Come back to the cave with me, I need to simply refine the Wanli Mirror."

Zhao Ling'er nodded sadly and followed Fang Ping into the cave.

Fang Ping did not shy away from Zhao Ling'er, so he sat cross-legged, took the Wanli Mirror in his hand and started refining it.

The Wanli Mirror is the treasure of the Woshen Mountain to suppress the sect, and the spirit of the weapon is the remnant soul of the founder of the sect. Even though it has fallen into silence due to excessive consumption, it is indeed a genuine treasure.

Facing this treasure, which was very special both in terms of grade and meaning, Fang Ping first bowed to the other party three times. Upon seeing this, Zhao Ling'er quickly followed suit.

"When the life and death of Wo Shen Mountain is at stake, the juniors need to rely on the power of the seniors to preserve the incense inheritance for the sect. I hope the seniors will forgive me for any disrespect."

After Fang Ping finished speaking, Zhao Ling'er followed suit and said, "Forgive me, Grandmaster. Now that our sect is in crisis, Brother Chen needs to ask you, senior, to help us get out of danger. Please don't blame me, Grandmaster."

After the two of them finished speaking, they stared at Wanli Jing respectfully. After waiting for a long time, Wanli Jing still didn't respond.

"Is your ancestor completely asleep and no longer aware of the outside world?" Fang Ping asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either. Grandmaster never told me." Zhao Ling'er responded to Fang Ping in a low voice like a thief.

Fang Ping rolled his eyes. He thought the girl was quite smart before, but why did she say such stupid things now?

After thinking for a while, Fang Ping added: "Senior, the little girl standing next to this junior is called Zhao Ling'er. She is the most qualified and promising disciple in our Woshen Mountain right now, and she is also the one chosen by the sect to pass on the incense.

The reason why I want to ask the seniors to take action this time is also to send this little girl out and pass on the incense to Wo Shen Mountain. "

"Yes, that's what the ancestors really meant." Zhao Ling'er turned around obediently.

Fang Ping added: "Senior, are you still asleep? You should still have some awareness of the external situation. If you have no objection, I will start to refine the senior."

"Master Patriarch's silence must be acquiescence, right?" Wanli Jing didn't respond for a long time, and Zhao Ling'er boldly came over curiously, squeezing her face into the mirror with Fang Ping.

Fang Ping pushed the little girl's head aside and gave her two drops of golden elixir realm water-attribute spiritual liquid: "You go ahead and refine the spiritual liquid to stabilize your spirit body. I'm enough here."

Originally, Fang Ping thought that with Zhao Ling'er as a fire source, Wanli Jing might more or less give him some convenience in Zhao Ling'er's name, so that he could refine Wanli Mirror smoothly.

I just didn't expect Wan Lijing to have no reaction at all.

When Zhao Ling'er saw Fang Ping bringing out the spiritual liquid again, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Master Patriarch, in order to prevent our sect's inheritance from being cut off, please don't embarrass Brother Chen."

After saying that, she took the spiritual liquid to the side to refine the spiritual liquid.

Anyway, she couldn't awaken the Patriarch by herself, so she might as well seize the opportunity to refine the spiritual liquid to improve herself while there was still time.

Wanli Jing did not respond. After Zhao Ling'er swallowed the spiritual liquid, she quickly entered a deep state of cultivation. Not long after, there was a faint aura of rules surrounding her. It was obvious that she had entered the state of enlightenment again.

Fang Ping was filled with envy. Others may not have the opportunity to realize enlightenment once in their lifetime, but this girl Zhao Ling'er was able to achieve enlightenment one after another so easily.

Shaking his head and ignoring the girl, Fang Ping once again apologized to Wanli Mirror, then put his consciousness into Wanli Mirror, and soon found the core of Wanli Mirror.

There are numerous and dense restrictions here. Even though Fang Ping has countless refining treasures and rich experience, facing the restrictions here, he feels like he has no way to start.

"Senior, I'm offended!"

Fang Ping's consciousness fell beyond the restriction and he tried to communicate with the other party, but still received no response.

He separated a ray of soul and landed on the restriction to start refining, but after a moment, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

It's not just that the restrictions are too profound and mysterious, making his refining process too difficult.

More importantly, during the process of refining the ban, he actually felt very close to the other party.

This closeness did not come from any special connection or fate between himself and Wanli Jing, but because when his soul was refining the restriction, he felt a faint aura of chaos in the restriction.

Fang Ping's Yang Shen soul naturally possesses the chaotic attribute after being transformed by the Chaos Golden Bead, so it will also be sensitive to the faint chaotic attribute contained in the restriction.

However, the aura of chaos contained in the restriction was too weak, so weak that Fang Ping even doubted his own judgment.

"Why is there the aura of chaos in this Wanli Mirror?"

Fang Ping divided more souls and chaos energy to sense it, and finally came to the conclusion that there was indeed chaos energy in the restriction.