A leisurely life in the world of cultivation

Chapter 167 A Lunar Adventure, Advancement in Supernatural Power!
Outside Qingmu Peak, the afterglow of the setting sun had not yet faded.

Three dark figures, like withered leaves blown by the wind, slid along the rock wall into the edge of the array's halo.

"Shoot."

The scarred man at the head of the group slammed a yellow talisman onto the light pattern. The talisman ignited upon contact with the light, turning into a wisp of gray-black smoke that actually burned a hole in the light net of the wood-attribute protective array.

"It's done!"

He let out a low shout, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "It wasn't for nothing that we spent a full twelve mid-grade spirit stones to buy the Spirit-Splitting Talisman! It really didn't lie to me!"

The two men behind them quickly followed. The thin man in the black robe took out a spirit-testing jade tablet. The green light on the tablet was so faint as to be almost invisible. "The spiritual vein fluctuations are normal. It seems that brat surnamed Li really didn't master the Five Elements Sect's protective formation. Hurry up, the Dragon Pattern Bamboo is in the corner of the spiritual field ahead. I rented this place before and accidentally discovered it when I passed by the spiritual field. I was trying to take it, but I was kicked out. Good, then no one else will find out and can't compete with us. We just need to break through one more layer of the spiritual field's protective formation. I just don't know how easy or difficult it is to break..."

"Why are you panicking?"

Scarface weighed the talisman in his hand; the edges of the talisman glowed with a faint black light. He said, "This is a 'Spirit-Splitting Talisman,' a mid-grade Yellow Rank talisman, specifically designed to counter wood-type formations. It can tear open even some formations within the inner sect, let alone the outer peak's protective array."

Even so, the three of them quickly crouched down and passed through the hole. The moss under their feet was damp and cool. Although this was the outer peak of Qingmu Peak, the wood-elemental spiritual energy here was several times richer than elsewhere. Even the tiny dewdrops on the grass leaves were imbued with a light green spiritual energy.

The further you go in, the stronger the scent of grass and trees in the air becomes.

"just in front!"

The thin man in black robes suddenly stopped and pointed to the spirit field not far away.

In the distance, several clumps of green bamboo could be seen standing in the white mist in the corner. One of them was slightly different from the other bamboos, but without a closer look, no clue could be found.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see that the bamboo joints are covered with dark golden patterns, resembling dragon scales, with a faint green glow flowing through each pattern.

It is the Dragon Pattern Bamboo, a wood-type spiritual treasure; there are only six of them on the inner peak of Qingmu Peak.

"Good heavens, it's fully grown! The dragon markings are even more pronounced. Luckily, it's only so obvious now that it's matured. If it had been any earlier, we definitely wouldn't have had a chance! It's fate, it's fate!"

The skinny man gasped in surprise, saying, "It grows a foot in three years, and only this much in a hundred years! No wonder they say a single bamboo leaf can be exchanged for a low-grade spirit stone. Using it as the core of a wood spirit array could probably increase the array's spiritual energy flow by 30%!" It seemed he knew something about arrays.

The scarred man had already pulled out a second Spirit-Splitting Talisman: "Stop talking nonsense. The protective formation is the 'Green Vine Locking Formation.' I'll use the Spirit-Splitting Talisman to create an opening. You guys hurry up and go in to cut down the bamboo, uprooting it completely! Remember, it's a quick and decisive battle!"

After saying that, he stuck the Spirit Splitting Talisman in his hand to the Spirit Field Protection Array. Suddenly, with a "sizzle", the Spirit Splitting Talisman burst into flames and disappeared in a wisp of green smoke.

"what happened?"

Scarface, who was about to enter the formation, suddenly turned around and asked. The formation net that had just been burned open with a thin crack had closed again. Not only that, the surrounding mist began to swirl, and countless green vines emerged from the mist. The sharp thorns on the vines gleamed coldly and were wrapping around their feet.

"The protective array... has been activated?"

The skinny man's face turned deathly pale. Suddenly, the spirit-testing jade in his hand erupted with a blinding green light, almost causing him to drop it. He cried out in alarm, "Oh no! The spiritual energy of the spiritual vein is surging! It's the spiritual energy of the inner peak... flowing this way! Someone is manipulating a grand formation; we've been discovered!"

"Break Formation Talisman! Quickly use the Break Formation Talisman! The Break Formation Talisman is a Xuan-rank talisman, it will definitely break the formation!"

Scarface roared. The third person, a man with a copper ring on his wrist, who hadn't spoken until now, took out a talisman, only to find that the talisman, on which so much hope was placed, was burned to ashes by the green light as soon as it touched the green vine.

"It didn't work!"

The man with the copper ring panicked. He could feel that the wood-elemental spiritual energy around them was becoming increasingly violent, as if countless eyes were watching them.

"This isn't an outer formation! This is... the inner sect's spiritual veins driving the outer formation! That guy surnamed Li... he really can manipulate spiritual veins! Ah!!"

The green vines had already wrapped around the skinny man's ankles, their barbs digging into his flesh. He screamed in pain, only to find that most of his spiritual energy had been absorbed by the vines.

Scarface swung his knife to slash, but the blade struck the vine, leaving only a white mark. The recoil made his arm go numb.

"It's over..."

The skinny man slumped to the ground, gazing at the dragon-patterned bamboo. The tender green of the bamboo's top shimmered in the starlight, as if mocking their overestimation of their abilities.

Li Weizhou appeared in the night sky on his sword, looking down at the three weaklings at the second or third level of the Spirit Origin Realm, like a god.

The man with a large copper ring on his wrist was the first to spot him. This man was really ruthless. Instead of begging for mercy, he suddenly swung the copper ring in his hand, which, with the aura of a weapon, crashed down on Li Weizhou.

Based on the information they had, this young man was at most at the fourth level of the Spirit Realm. He killed the person in charge of the formation, and the formation collapsed on its own!

As long as you leave before Tao Xixing discovers it, that's fine.

To his despair, Li Weizhou caught his magic weapon with his bare hands, tossed it aside, and vanished without a trace. He had actually lost all sense of his own magic weapon?!

"Sect Leader Li, it's a misunderstanding. We rented the place earlier..."

Just as the skinny man was about to make an excuse to beg for mercy, he saw dark clouds gathering in the sky. Li Weizhou took seven steps in mid-air, chanting aloud: "Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple, transform into divine thunder. Majestic heavenly might, draw it forth with the sword!"

"Crack!"

A sword light carrying divine lightning slashed down from the sky, striking the heads of three thieves trapped by the Green Vine Lock Formation.

After sending the three corpses to Earth and throwing them into the sea of ​​blood, Li Weizhou looked at the Kunwu Sword in his hand and chuckled.

On the other side of Earth, as a fan of "Zhu Xian", he had fantasized countless times twenty years ago about one day using the "Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique". Through his own efforts, he has finally realized his wish today.

The three petty thieves deserved to die.

Tsk, after experiencing it, three petty thieves are more effective than the blood of ten million pigs.

Of course, ten million pigs are easy to obtain, but three rogue cultivators at the Spirit Origin Realm are not.

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space.

Forty-eight hours and seventeen minutes before launch, the spacecraft’s main engine suddenly emitted a deep roar. The previously smooth feeling of weightlessness was pulled by a lateral thrust, as if someone was pulling a kite string outside the porthole.

The "Earth-Moon Transfer Orbit" indicator light on the dashboard went out, and was replaced by a green flashing "Moon Capture" indicator.

The spacecraft entered the moon's gravitational pull.

When Li Weizhou opened his eyes, he saw Commander Michael staring out the porthole, his Adam's apple bobbing as he murmured, "See that? That grayish ball, that's the moon."

Outside the porthole, the blue arc of Earth had shrunk to the size of a fingernail, while on the other side, a crater-covered gray planet was slowly expanding. It had no atmosphere, and the texture of its surface resembled metal repeatedly struck by a blunt object. The edges of the dark brown craters were inlaid with silvery-white spots of light, reflections of sunlight shining directly on the lunar dust, sharp as unsharpened knives.

"Track adjustment begins."

The co-pilot, Ross, sounded tense as his fingers flew across the control panel. He said, "Continue firing the engines for 120 seconds, and enter a 100-kilometer lunar orbit."

They spoke as if they were reporting something, and they all glanced at Li Weizhou extra, as if offering a friendly reminder.

Li Weizhou's gaze was fixed on the porthole; everything there was new and exciting to him.

The spacecraft trembled slightly, much more gently than when the first-stage rocket separated, like being gently pushed by warm water.

Li Weizhou's fingertips rested on the porthole glass, and he could feel the thrust coming through the cabin. It was "harder" than the spiritual energy flow when he was controlling a sword in the Spirit Realm. It had no fluidity at all, but carried a mechanical precision.

He suddenly remembered the Five Elements Sect's grand formation, which also had a similar "blocking point" when the formation's core rotated. However, this pile of ordinary iron in front of him relied not on spiritual power, but on fuel and calculation.

The atmosphere inside the module relaxed a bit. The astronauts in their spacesuits began inspecting the lunar module, a small metal box attached to the side of the command module, which was now orbiting the moon with the spacecraft, like a parasitic beetle.

Michael read from the checklist: "Life support systems normal, descent stage propellant level 87%, landing buffer locked..."

Li Weizhou walked over to watch the live feed from the lunar lander, and the details of the lunar surface became increasingly clear in the lens.

The vast, dark "lunar maria" are actually solidified basalt plains, like ink splashed on a gray canvas. Some of the craters have sharp edges like freshly blown craters, while others have been worn into shallow saucers by time. The deepest one even has a small peak embedded in its center, like a bulge on a dented piece of iron.

"What's the next step?"

Li Weizhou asked.

"Wait until we reach the perigee."

Ross pointed to the orbital parameters on the screen and said, "After orbiting three times and confirming orbital stability, the lunar module will separate from the command module. George and I will stay in the command module, and Michael will take two people down in the lunar module." He paused, glanced at Li Weizhou who wasn't wearing a spacesuit, and said, "You... really not wearing an extravehicular activity (EVA) suit? The lunar surface is a vacuum, and the temperature difference can be more than 300 degrees."

Li Weizhou smiled and said, "It's nothing."

Unfortunately, if the University of Tokyo's spaceship had launched, he could have chatted more with the people in the cabin.

However, the University of Tokyo's lunar spacecraft is not expected to launch until 2030, which is still three years away.

It's impossible to launch ahead of schedule just because he wants to go to the moon; technological development and progress always require a gradual approach...

Li Weizhou wasn't particularly interested in chatting with foreigners.

Although he knew that these researchers were not politicians and were relatively simple-minded.

But interesting characters like Leonard and Sheldon only exist on television…

Ross didn't press the matter further; they had already witnessed the strangeness of this "special passenger" along the way.

By the third orbit, the lunar terminator would be crossing the landing area.

Looking out the porthole, the terminator resembled a sharp knife, cleaving the moon's surface in two: the lunar dust on the sunlit side was blindingly bright, while the shadows of the craters on the shaded side were so deep that even starlight couldn't penetrate.

Michael suddenly pointed excitedly to a spot and said, "Look, that's the Von Kármán crater, our landing site."

As the camera zooms in, you can see that the soil at the bottom of the pit has a light blue tint, which is a trace left by Chang'e-4.

Further away, the edge of the Antarctic-Aitken Basin resembles a huge scar, winding across the lunar surface, even more menacing than the deepest rift in the spirit world.

"Prepare for separation!"

Michael's voice suddenly turned serious.

The sound of mechanical latches clicking echoed from inside the command module, and the connection between the lunar module and the mother ship began to loosen. Through the porthole, the "little iron box" could be seen slowly drifting away, its solar panels unfolding like wings, gleaming metallically in the sunlight.

"Lunar module self-check normal, requesting descent."

Michael's voice came through the communicator.

"Descent permitted."

Ross responded.

The next scene was what Li Weizhou saw from the monitoring in the command module: the lunar module descended in a parabolic trajectory, with pale blue flames shooting out from the engine nozzles, like the afterglow of a spirit cultivator controlling a weapon.

When it reached 15 kilometers above the lunar surface, it entered the "powered descent phase" and began to decelerate. The lunar surface in the camera gradually changed from a blurry gray to reveal debris and dust, and even the small craters on the surface were clearly visible.

In the final hundred meters, the lunar module hovered, like an iron bird nailed to mid-air, slowly adjusting its posture, and finally landed on the lunar dust with a "plop". The landing legs sank half a foot into the soil, and the lunar dust that was raised spread out in a spherical shape in the vacuum, and then fell back to the ground in an instant. Without an atmosphere, even the dust flew so solidly.

Meanwhile, the command module where Li Weizhou was located was still flying quietly in lunar orbit. He leaned against the porthole, looking at the lunar surface.

The universe here is "colder" than near-Earth orbit.

Without atmospheric scattering, the sunlight is pure white, shining on the lunar surface and etching the shadows of the craters like a woodblock print, with edges so sharp they could cut your hand.

The stars are no longer the blurry dots of light seen from Earth, but rather like tiny diamonds embedded in dark velvet, each one gleaming brightly, even the faintest stars possessing sharp edges. Earth hangs in the black sky, its blue like a piece of jade soaked in water, its edges wrapped in a very faint halo—Earth's atmosphere, which, from the moon, resembles a fragile glaze.

The moon itself is a silent wasteland. Gray soil is mixed with silvery glass beads (the product of meteorite impacts), like shards of mirror scattered across it. The distant mountain ridges gleam coldly in the sunlight. There is no wind, no sound, not even a speck of dust falling to the ground.

"Ready to exit the cabin."

Michael's voice came through the communicator, trembling with excitement.

Li Weizhou straightened up and watched as the hatch of the lunar module slowly opened on the monitor, and the astronauts' boots stepped on the lunar surface, raising fine lunar dust.

He suddenly laughed. In the spirit realm, it only takes the time it takes to burn an incense stick to travel a thousand miles on a sword. But here, humans are forcing their way through the starry sky with ordinary iron, step by step, which is more like "going against the heavens" than cultivating immortality.

He took out his phone and took a picture of the Earth and the Moon outside the porthole.

The image is very clear: against a black background, the blue Earth hangs suspended, and the gray Moon lies lying down, separated by billions of miles of nothingness, yet both are illuminated by the same starlight.

"Open the door, I want to get off."

The people in the lunar module each had their own scientific research tasks, and Li Weizhou had previously promised not to occupy that spot.

So, I was just a spectator for a moment.

Hearing Li Weizhou's words, Ross even became nervous, stammering, "Sir, you... I mean, okay, you're not an ordinary human being, but... oh my God, you really, really want to jump? Amazing, terrifying, I don't know if I should. But what if something happens... how can I save you?"

Li Weizhou smiled and said, "Don't worry, you should have seen me from Musk's satellites."

Upon hearing this, Ross snapped back to his senses and slowly nodded, saying, "Yes, that's right, you reminded me. Alright, Your Excellency, I'll escort you down now."

The emergency hatch of the command compartment is not designed for "unequipped exit". The heavy alloy door panel is embedded with three layers of air pressure locks. Normally, you need to enter a password, turn the mechanical lock, and wait for the air pressure to equalize. The whole process takes three minutes.

Under the watchful eyes of Ross and everyone else on Earth, the moment Li Weizhou leaned out, he was first gripped by "cold" at the bone.

It wasn't the low temperature of the moon, but the "desolate cold" of a vacuum that draws out all heat. Fortunately, the faint sound of a sword ringing out emanated from his body, and his indestructible sword body was enough to withstand all of this.

There was no wind, no sound. The metallic reflection of the command module's outer shell was so bright it hurt your eyes, while the universe behind it was as black as spilled ink. The stars shone brightly in the ink, each one with sharp edges, as if you could reach out and touch their coldness.

Li Weizhou was not wearing any equipment; he simply hovered outside the command cabin, his spiritual sense spreading out like an invisible net covering the surrounding hundreds of miles.

The starlight in lunar orbit is more "solid" than that in near-Earth orbit; it is no longer a hazy patch of light seen from Earth, but a prism with a spectrum.

Sirius glowed blue and white, Betelgeuse was shrouded in orange-red, and even the darkest star had a clear halo, as if it had been condensed by a "spirit-gathering array" in the spirit world.

"Sir, do you...do you need us to pinpoint the landing site?"

Ross's voice came through the communicator tucked into his collar, crackling with static that sounded particularly jarring in the vacuum.

Li Weizhou turned around and waved to the cabin.

There was no need; his spiritual sense had already locked onto the Von Kármán crater, and the lunar module's metallic signal shone like a beacon in the desolate lunar landscape.

He took a deep breath, but forgot that there was no air in the vacuum. He could only feel the spiritual energy in his chest flowing through his meridians, like a warm river.

Immediately, the power of wind erupted within the Hidden God Palace, and the person floated away like a feather.

Compared to flying on a sword, this kind of flight is much easier.

Compared to the divine might of the Heavenly Dao above the Spirit Realm, the vast emptiness here makes the souls yearn to soar freely.

He controlled his descent speed, and when he was still a hundred meters from the lunar surface, he stopped and hovered in mid-air, gazing into the distance.

The Earth is like a blue-green gem embedded in the black sky. It is clearer than when viewed from inside the command module. You can see the white clouds near the equator like ribbons, the North African desert shimmering with gold, and the East Asian coastline like a curved eyebrow.

That pale blue atmosphere, in the vacuum, looks as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it would break at the slightest touch. But he knew that within that "cicada's wing" lay the fireworks of billions of people.

Looking at the universe again, it is completely black, with stars as the only embellishment.

Without atmospheric scattering, the starlight doesn't diffuse; each star shines like a diamond etched into black velvet, so bright and sharp that even the Milky Way appears as a river paved with tiny diamonds, so clear that the distance between the stars is visible.

He suddenly remembered the starry sky of the spirit world, where the stars were imbued with spiritual energy, blinking and shifting. The stars here, however, were merely cold, burning bodies, yet they were more "honest" than the stars of the spirit world. They were simply there, shining, regardless of whether anyone was watching.

Withdrawing his gaze, Li Weizhou let himself slowly fall.

When they were still ten meters from the lunar surface, the moon dust was disturbed by his spiritual power, like a swarm of startled gray insects, dancing silently in the vacuum. The instant his toes touched the lunar surface, the moon dust beneath his feet sank half an inch, and fine particles, as fine as flour, slid down his ankles without a sound, only a sensation—cold, dry, and with a metallic feel.

He straightened up and looked ahead. The lunar module was parked not far away, like a crooked iron bird. The hatch was open, and Michael and his team were moving around at the hatch, their equipment reflecting the sunlight.

The Chang'e 4 lander is not far away, lying quietly at the bottom of the crater like a silver building block. Its solar panels are shining in the sunlight, and there is a tire track next to it, left by the Yutu-2 rover.

The distant mountain ridgeline shone brightly in the sunlight, casting shadows on the moon like a rubbing of a painting.

He bent down and picked up a piece of moon rock. The surface of the rock was pitted and uneven, showing signs of being struck by a meteorite. He held it in his hand and found it to be heavier than a stone of the same size in the spirit world. It had no spiritual energy, only a pure mineral feel.

Wind? It doesn't exist, and there's no sound either.

Even his own breathing was locked within his body by spiritual power, and the world was as quiet as a giant tomb, deathly still.

Li Weizhou felt a deep sorrow, but it wasn't his sorrow; it seemed to be the instinctive sorrow of Blood Eye, Little Sword, Little Mirror, Jianmu, and Taiji Diagram...

Li Weizhou's heart skipped a beat. Could this really be a completely destroyed and ruined world?
Are all life forms on Earth remnants?

Suddenly, the illusory image of Jianmu conveyed an anxious emotion, guiding Li Weizhou to a certain place.

Without hesitation, Li Weizhou followed the guidance of the Jianmu phantom and headed towards the far side of the moon.

People on Earth watching were going crazy; it was obvious that something had been discovered!
A golden retriever pouted unhappily: Family, can anyone tell me what's on the far side of the moon?
As the moon's shadow swept across the edge of the Antarctic-Aitken Basin, the folds on the lunar surface suddenly became grotesque.

The crater here is three times deeper than the front, and the rock walls look like cast iron cleaved by a giant axe, exposing the dark red original rock.

That was the first hardened crust formed when the magma ocean cooled during the moon's initial formation.

The phantom of Jianmu swayed wildly in his mind, its pale green branches pointing straight to the deepest part of the basin, the tips of its leaves condensing into tiny green light, as if driven by some intense force.

Li Weizhou plunged through a broken mountain ridge, and suddenly a bowl-shaped crater appeared below.

The bottom of the pit was devoid of sunlight, yet it glowed with an eerie orange-red hue, like congealed blood.

That wasn't the color of moon dust, but rather something that seeped from the depths of the earth, or rather, something left behind.

The moment his spiritual sense spread out, Li Weizhou's heart skipped a beat.

In the center of the pit, half of a dark brown root was stuck diagonally into the moon rock, with a diameter of twenty feet, thicker than any spirit tree he had ever seen.

The bark was already carbonized, but a dark red light flowed through the cracks, like molten iron traveling through solidified coal.

Most astonishingly, at the top of the remaining root, there was a small flame, about the size of a little finger, blue with gold, burning quietly in the vacuum, neither spreading nor going out, even the surrounding moon dust was baked into a glassy color.

"Fuck..."

Li Weizhou landed in front of the broken roots, and the illusory image of the Jianmu tree in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly erupted with a deafening buzzing sound.

An intense longing overwhelmed him.

Not only that, even the Tai Chi diagram and the small sword became active. Li Weizhou clearly sensed that they were arguing with the Jianmu tree...

Jianmu wanted to devour the remnant roots of this ancient Fusang tree, but Taiji Diagram and the others would not allow it.

They were arguing fiercely, almost to the point of fighting, when the phantom of the blood-eyed figure stepped forward and said that apart from the tip, the remaining root still had some life and could be placed into the fire-type divine power mark, while the rest was dead and could be handed over to Jianmu.

Reach an agreement.

Li Weizhou used his ancestral aperture divine sense to contact the flame, which was the size of a fingernail and carried the aura of spiritual treasures such as the Taiji Diagram. The flame at the top of the remnant root suddenly flared up and then suddenly rose up, transforming into a golden-blue fire snake, carrying a little bit of wood root, which followed Li Weizhou's divine sense and rushed straight towards his Hidden God Palace.

Like old friends reunited after a long separation, the small flame circled around the illusory images of the Tai Chi diagram, the small sword, the small mirror, and the blood-red eye, and then tried to burn the illusory image of the Jianmu tree, showing a strong intention to take its place.

In the end, Blood Eye had to make a move. After swallowing it whole, he once again divided a portion of Li Weizhou's soul and converted the remnants of the Fusang Wood.

Actually, it was just a little bit of instinct before.

After being spat out by the Blood Eye, the Fusang wood was inhabited by fire-type divine abilities, and Li Weizhou's fire-type divine ability imprint was finally clearly imprinted: a flame at the top of the Fusang wood.

His fire-based supernatural power is called the Five Samadhi True Fire!

It can burn away all the five elements in the world!
At this point, his soul was stored in the Divine Palace, possessing all five elements of supernatural powers: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

But it hasn't stopped yet.

The illusory image of Jianmu could hardly contain itself and kept urging Li Weizhou.

Li Weizhou smiled, reached out and pressed his hand on the remaining root, and could even feel the heat.

The remnants of the Fusang tree, which had survived countless calamities, began to peel away layer by layer, like charred charcoal.

And what followed was the gluttonous feast of the Jianmu phantom, which grew from two and a half feet to nine feet!
Even more surprisingly, three branches appeared!

Moreover, the essence of the sun absorbed by the Fusang tree over millions of years is the foundation that supports its "supporting the sun". Although most of it has been lost, even the remaining bit is enough for the fire-type divine power mark to frantically absorb.

"boom!"

When the last wisp of fire essence was pulled into the Hidden God Palace, the fire-type divine power, which had just shown a clear imprint, was actually the first of the five elemental divine powers to be upgraded.

All sorts of mysterious information entered Li Weizhou's consciousness, causing his fire-type spiritual root to surge again, upgrading the Five Samadhi True Fire that burned the five elements to the Samadhi True Fire that burned all spiritual energy and even divine consciousness.

This supernatural power can help him slay spirits with his spiritual energy!

However, immediately afterward, the wood-type supernatural power advanced in a somewhat exasperated manner, as if it was angry about losing the first advancement.

However, after Li Weizhou sensed the newly acquired supernatural power, his eyes lit up. He had struck gold!
Newly Appointed Supernatural Power: Yunying Sheyuan!

Yunying is the essence of heaven and earth.

Its supernatural power allows it to absorb the spiritual energy of the wood element in the world and transform it into its own elemental power. Moreover, it can also condense the Wood Elemental Pill.

If these two things had already given Li Weizhou enough surprises, then when he discovered that the illusory Taiji diagram was actually drawing upon the power of Taiyin bit by bit, he was truly overjoyed.

The Tai Chi diagram balances the spiritual energy of the five elements, and its growth means that the cultivation speed of the "Five Elements Primordial Scripture" will be further improved!
"Mr. Li, we're going back now. Are you really not coming back to Earth with us?"

About 24 hours later, the voice of Commander Michael suddenly came through the communicator.

Li Weizhou smiled and said, "You guys go first, I'll wait a while. But I should get home before you. Good luck."

"good luck."

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(End of this chapter)