Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 454 Memory?

When the mighty army of Daxing arrived in Chen Kingdom, Li Fuqi pondered for a long time.

Are we just letting them in like that?
In that case, wouldn't his prestige in the Dust Kingdom simply vanish into thin air?
So at the beginning, Li Fuqi didn't really want to let these people in.

However, when he saw a shiny bald man standing next to the Emperor of Daxing, Li Fuqi felt his heart tremble slightly.

When he saw that there was an old Taoist priest riding a donkey among the group, Li Fuqi broke out in even more sweat.

As the leader of the Dust Kingdom, he could certainly recite the abilities of the most powerful people in the world.

Emperor Daxing, Grand Preceptor of Daxing, and Old Taoist Priest Riding a Donkey.

There are only four Ninth Heaven beings in the world, and three of them are guarding his doorstep.

There's one left in Dayin, but it's too far away and they definitely can't come.

Just when Li Fuqi thought that the Dust Kingdom would finally return to prosperity today, Zhao Liulang left the group and went to the front.

"We are just passing travelers. Someone in our group is injured and we hope to find a place to rest temporarily."

What else could Li Fuqi say?

Since you've already called yourself a passing traveler, I'll let you in.

Li Fuqi finally opened the door and let Zhao Liulang and the others in.

He found the best guesthouse in his own territory to house this group of foreign troops. However, to his surprise, perhaps because of the recent change in the celestial phenomena, the people in the city did not feel any resistance to this street troop that suddenly appeared on the street.

Li Fuqi also saw the person who was seriously injured.

The man was clearly almost burned to a crisp; if it weren't for his chest still rising and falling slightly, you probably wouldn't have been able to tell he was still alive.

Li Fuqi felt that this person looked familiar, but he really didn't know who he was.

However, the fact that the emperor of Daxing personally came to beg him suggests that his status and position were not low.

I just hope this person can recover quickly and that this army can leave the Dust Kingdom as soon as possible.

……

Lin Jiang felt like he was in a daze for a long time.

After returning to Earth from the burning sun, his injuries finally flared up, causing him to fall into a coma.

He wasn't dreaming; he only felt as if he had fallen into a boundless black sea, with the voices of many people ringing in his ears.

The sounds were complex and varied, like someone throwing a stone into a lake, causing ripples to spread across the vast expanse.

He didn't know how long he lay there amidst those ripples, and his name echoed within them:

"Lin Jiang..."

"Lin Jiang..."

These ripples enveloped Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang slowly opened his eyes.

His eyelids were covered in a layer of charcoal, as they had ruptured from the throbbing.

Only a pair of pupils remained exposed.

Lin Jiang instinctively tried to blink, but failed. He could only roll his eyes and look down.

Only then did he notice a little girl lying next to his bed, fast asleep, drooling all over her face.

This little girl looks like a smaller version of Ye Wanzhuang.

This is a small wild ginseng.

It seems that because the ginseng's body was not suitable for staying by Lin Jiang's bedside all the time, the little guy transformed into human form.

The voices calling his name that Lin Jiang had just heard came from this little guy.

Lin Jiang didn't know how long the little ginseng had been sleeping there. At this moment, the little ginseng was still muttering his name.

Hearing those mutterings, Lin Jiang subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the little ginseng's head.

He immediately noticed that he was bound with a large layer of yellow talismans, three layers deep, tightly binding him.

He laboriously raised his arm in front of him and carefully examined the talismans, discovering that most of the runes on them were for converting vital energy into life energy.

It's obvious they want to cure Lin Jiang using this method.

It was useful, but Lin Jiang looked at the dry skin exposed beneath the talisman and felt that the effect might not be that obvious.

Given his current state, Lin Jiang decided it was best not to wake the little ginseng.

His eyelids haven't even recovered yet, don't scare her.

He then lay obediently on the bed and began to examine his inner palace.

He had barely turned his gaze in when he noticed a huge sphere of light floating directly above the inner palace.

Lin Jiang felt that the ball of light looked somewhat familiar.

He stared at it for a while. Wasn't this a miniature version of Tianmian?

Although this Heavenly Sleep has clearly shrunk somewhat, the power of the Qi contained within it remains undiminished.

It should be a condensed version.

After this battle, the entire Inner Vision Palace was in complete disarray, with almost the entire palace reduced to ruins, except for the large sphere of light in the center, which remained intact.

Meanwhile, Lin Jiang's little golden figures and his accomplices were now gathered around this condensed Heavenly Sleep, clearly scratching their heads as they circled it.

Several of the little golden figures were trying to go up and separate the ball of light, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't budge it an inch.

Its stable, unified structure from top to bottom is indeed something that the little golden men can't do anything about.

When these little golden figures noticed Lin Jiang's arrival, they immediately became active, quickly gathering in his direction and starting to circle around him.

Normally, Lin Jiang would have been interested in taking a look around with them, but right now, Lin Jiang's gaze was fixed on the ball of light.

One of the little golden figures jumped onto a girl not far away, and he immediately blended into her, making the girl's eyes become lively.

"Master," Yu Chang bowed to Lin Jiang, his expression clearly embarrassed, "We are incompetent and unable to help you extract the Qi from Tianmian."

"What's going on?" Lin Jiang asked.

"After the immortal gave you the remaining half of the Heavenly Essence, the two wisps of Heavenly Essence merged into one within your body. Perhaps because the amount of Qi within them was so immense, they coalesced into a massive source of Qi, which absorbed most of the Qi within your body..."

Lin Jiang finally understood why his body had not been able to recover.

Most of his cultivation was contained within this sphere of light, making it difficult for him to use his powers.

Lin Jiang looked up at the ball of light in the sky again. For some reason, he felt as if something inside the ball of light was calling to him.

He first asked the little golden figures to step back, and then Lin Jiang walked towards Tianmian.

Feeling the gentle light emanating from the sphere, Lin Jiang reached out and placed his hand on it.

The next moment, Lin Jiang felt as if something, like flowing water, flowed directly into his thoughts along the entire sphere of light.

memory,

It flooded into Lin Jiang's mind.

Lin Jiang closed his eyes, not resisting the flowing memories, but simply savoring everything within them.

Gradually, the sounds of singing and dancing began to fill his ears.

Lin Jiang opened his eyes.

He found himself in a palace.

The architectural style of this palace is completely different from the common buildings of the celestial beings. The entire palace seems to float in the clouds, and the surrounding area is a bright and dazzling blue.

Inside the palace, numerous beautiful courtesans were dancing with abandon, their movements captivating.

Lin Jiang saw several cultivators sitting on the chairman's seat, all of them in a casual manner.

Some were dressed like wandering knights, all in black, with a knife at their side; others looked like dissolute playboys, their upper bodies disheveled, as if they were just having fun.

The Taoist priest sitting in the main seat looked exactly like the one Lin Jiang had seen before.

He looked like the host of the banquet, entertaining the guests.

However, compared to the other guests, Yongli's expression was clearly not very good. He was resting his chin on one hand, seemingly deep in thought.

After the song and dance ended, he gently tapped the table with his hand and said in a low voice:

"Gentlemen, we've had our drinks and watched our dance. Now, are you willing to listen to what I have to say?"

The ronin-looking cultivator burst into laughter upon hearing this:

"No problem, no problem. It's just that your own method has some problems. Just leave it to us."

"That's no simple method; it's a wondrous technique born from my own flesh and blood, a method I've devoted my utmost effort to creating all things in heaven and earth. You all need to pay close attention..."

Daoist Yongli couldn't help but mutter to himself, but the others around him were clearly just listening along and didn't take the matter too seriously.

Daoist Yongli pressed his forehead and let out a long sigh.

Lin Jiang's brows twitched slightly after hearing what Daoist Yongli said.

Transformed from flesh and blood?
Doesn't this sound like a coffin?

As Lin Jiang pondered, Daoist Yongli suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Jiang.

"Fellow Daoist, in such a grand Dharma assembly, I believe you will do your utmost to help me break through my bottleneck."

Lin Jiang looked around, and finally pointed to his own nose.

"I?"

Daoist Yongli nodded:

"you."

(End of this chapter)