I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Chapter 102 Kamen Rider's Transformation Device

Qingyuan stood in the center of the room, his fists clenched, his brow twitching slightly.

The "little world" inside his body had only recently been opened up, and the feeling of fullness that almost made his ribs burst was really hard for him to handle.

It's like a homeless person who has been eating coarse food for years suddenly being forced to drink a whole pot of ancient ginseng soup.

If you supplement too much, and it can't be released, you might end up spewing out radiant light from all seven orifices.

"No, we need to find a place..."

"7

Qingyuan looked around.

The floor slabs in this old neighborhood can't withstand any damage.

Let alone using any powerful methods, even if someone accidentally stomps their foot without restraint, the ceiling fan in the building would probably fall down and hit someone on the head.

His current state is quite delicate.

You feel like you could punch a hole in the sky, but you don't know what the effect of that punch would actually be.

Without a frame of reference, this "ignorance" of power is more unsettling than having no power at all.

A thought crossed my mind.

In terms of perception, the space in front of you is not solid.

There are countless nodes that are invisible to the naked eye distributed in the air.

In some places, the spiritual energy is thick and heavy, making it difficult to penetrate, while in other places it is very thin, as if it has been torn open.

In the southeast corner of Shanghai, in a dark and desolate area, a white coordinate point lit up in his field of vision.

"Go there."

As the thought settled...

Inside the room, Qingyuan's figure began to blur and disappear.

In the western suburbs of Shanghai, there is an unnamed abandoned mudflat.

The night wind howled, and the wild grass grew to waist height.

This area is a blind spot in urban planning; even stray cats and dogs don't like to come here.

In mid-air, the space rippled.

First, a pair of ordinary sneakers appeared out of nowhere, stepping onto the messy gravel. Then came jeans and a T-shirt, and finally, Qingyuan's slightly surprised face.

"How truly wondrous!"

Qingyuan, with his feet firmly on the ground, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

It should be noted that when Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm travel through the void with their spirits and their physical bodies fly away, they also jump around similar nodes.

I never imagined that I would actually reach this threshold in real life.

"But the fuel consumption... is really a bit high."

Qingyuan clutched his chest.

Within the small world inside his body, the incense smoke had decreased by a tenth, and the face of the deity statue had dimmed slightly.

Despite feeling sorry for him, the exhilarating sensation of having every pore on his body opened up made him want to let out a long howl.

Standing in the deserted wilderness, Qingyuan finally had the opportunity to properly examine himself.

"Is this what they call a cultivator? No, that's not right..."

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Qingyuan stretched out his palm, feeling the night breeze passing through his fingers.

According to the numerous classic texts he had read in the Daoist Canon.

For a normal cultivator, the so-called "Qi cultivation" is to seize the creation of heaven and earth, using the body as a container, like a whale swallowing water, to take in the spiritual energy from the outside world and circulate it throughout the body.

A spiritual root is needed as a medium, and one must be able to sense the five elements of heaven and earth; neither can be lacking.

However, Qingyuan tried his best to sense things from the outside.

The surroundings were empty, except for car exhaust and dust from distant factories.

He couldn't sense any of the so-called "spiritual energy".

If you were to leave a traditional Qi practitioner here, it would be like throwing a fish onto the shore; it would die of thirst.

But I am not thirsty.

His source of power is not in the outside world, but in his own little world.

It doesn't need any external spiritual energy; the sun, moon, and stars inside, although they are still just projections of Shu Yan and the others' destinies, have already constructed an extremely stable closed-loop ecosystem.

Gods are not bound by the Five Elements, nor do they fall into the cycle of reincarnation. They use the fire of their hearts as fuel to forge their divine kingdom within a small space.

Incense offerings and religious practices.

That's his way!

There's no need to "beg" for anything from heaven and earth; rather, whatever they "have," heaven and earth must present accordingly!

"Give it a try."

Qingyuan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The mind probes into the dantian.

In the east, the Heavenly Pillar stands tall.

On a colossal pillar connecting heaven and earth, a golden-eyed white ape sat cross-legged, the lonely, cold moon reflected in the river behind him.

"May I borrow your eyes?"

In the north, there are towering mountains and steep ridges.

The boundless Mount Sumeru stretches across the landscape, its towering gates tightly shut, exuding an aura of eternal suppression.

"I'll borrow your body for a bit."

The South, a furnace of subterranean fire.

The furnace glows red-hot, forging all things, as if it could turn any stubborn stone in the world into flowing liquid.

"I'll borrow your methods."

In the West, the Lei Chi Sword Family.

Purple lightning danced wildly, ten thousand swords rang out, and the aura of slaughter soared to the sky, all dedicated to punishment and judgment.

"I'll borrow your sharp edge for a moment."

Outside, in the wilderness, a fierce wind suddenly arose!

Qingyuan opened his eyes.

In an instant, a strange vision flashed through his eyes, as if the sun and moon were alternating and mountains and rivers were collapsing.

What happened next surprised even him.

With the spot where he was standing as the center, within a radius of ten meters, a strange and bizarre situation suddenly arose.

All matter within this domain silently disintegrates, shatters, and ultimately turns into dust.

A chaotic, tyrannical man, yet completely controlled by the center of his circle.

Immediately afterwards, Qingyuan looked down at his own body.

Casual T-shirts have long since turned to dust.

A layer of armor covered his entire body, sculpted by the divine power of incense to fit the human form exceptionally well.

The shoulder guards feature simple, rustic cloud patterns, and the streamlined arm guards wrap all the way to the back of the hands, with fingertips as sharp as claws.

At the waist belt, ripples of water sway, a graceful movement brought by the "Plain Lapel Reflecting the River" design, freeing the heavy defense from becoming a shackle.

"So handsome..."

""

Qingyuan raised his arm, which was covered in black armor, and clenched his fist.

"Now that we have A, we need something else."

Qingyuan's gaze fell on a granite slab not far away, about the size of a millstone.

"rise!"

A boulder weighing several hundred kilograms flew shakily into the air and hovered three feet in front of Qingyuan.

This stubborn rock can be transformed into any shape if he so desires.

A somewhat cringeworthy phrase, derived from a novel he had once read called "Dragon Raja," suddenly popped into his head.

Words of Power: Heaven and Earth as a Furnace!

The world is a furnace, and willpower is a hammer.

"If it were that kid Ou Yeheng, he'd probably mold it into a giant hammer, right?"

Qingyuan's mind raced as he tried to understand the compatibility between different destinies.

He had a vague feeling.

By shaping the stone into a long stick, you can obtain the blessing of Shu Yan's "Plain Robe Reflecting the River".

Even a rotten piece of wood can unleash the immense power of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff).

By shaping it into a shield or warhammer, Chai Wu's [Mountain-Bearing Guardian] can grant it the characteristic of being indestructible.

But Qingyuan is an ordinary person.

Growing up watching martial arts and fantasy dramas, which man doesn't dream of "roaming the world with a sword"?

What's more, his most powerful offensive weapon, [Thunderous Blade], is eagerly awaiting its release!

"Sword, come!"

Qingyuan's eyes narrowed.

In the blink of an eye.

A long sword, about three feet seven inches long, grayish-white in color and with a metallic luster, was completed!

With his right hand loosely clenched, the stone sword flew into his palm on its own.

[Thunderous Blade] activated!

Strands of purple-gold lightning surged down his arm and into the stone sword.

Purple lightning patterns quickly spread across the plain stone sword's surface, resembling awakened, mad snakes.

The sword is the king of all weapons, the master of killing and opening a path.

"So light."

Qingyuan weighed it in his hand.

"Then... shall we give it a try?"

He looked ahead about twenty meters away, at a row of mixed trees that had been growing for who knows how many years, and a few large concrete blocks interspersed among them.

He followed his instincts, flipped his wrist, and swept it horizontally into the void ahead.

"call."

When I first swung it, everything in front of me was quiet; not even a single leaf fell.

"Um...it failed?"

Qingyuan held up his sword, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"That shouldn't be the case. I clearly used a lot of effort, and the incense smoke in the small altar has gone down quite a bit."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Click."

A voice rang out.

Followed by.

In front of you, within a fan-shaped area of ​​approximately 180 degrees.

A row of miscellaneous logs as thick as a wrist, and concrete blocks weighing one or two tons.

The upper part slides down neatly along a tangent line.

The incision was smooth and even slightly red.

"Good boy..."

""

Qingyuan swallowed hard, sensing that he had lost about a third of his spiritual energy reserves.

"In modern society, that sword would be a veritable human mortar!"

He finally gained a general understanding of his own combat capabilities.

Abusing food?

In the Dharma-ending Age, cultivators practicing Qi cultivation were wiped out in large numbers.

Of course, it is not invincible.

The pre-cast time, energy consumption, and physical strength are all weaknesses.

"You have to practice, and you have to be careful."

"But this ultimate move...it's fucking awesome!"

Just as Qingyuan was feeling excited and preparing to call it a day and run away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a living creature on the edge of the scorched earth that had become ruins.

Beneath a section of tree stump that is not yet fully carbonized.

A weasel, its body entirely gray with a tuft of white fur at the tip of its tail, was crouching there.

Commonly known as yellow weasel.

This little thing probably made its home here; it's currently covering its head and sticking its butt out.

Its home was destroyed; the roof of its den was flattened.

With only a few scorched leaves on his forehead, he stared blankly and fearfully at Qingyuan, who resembled a demon god.

It seems the demolition office forgot to notify the residents?

"Um... I'm sorry."

Qingyuan chuckled, looking somewhat guilty: "It was a slip of the hand, purely a slip of the hand."

"The feng shui here is too dry; it's not a good place to stay. You should... find another place to make your fortune!"

If we stay any longer, it will be troublesome if someone calls the police.

Ripples arise again.

Qingyuan vanished from the spot in a flash.