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

Chapter 103 For the Great Dao

In front of the ruins.

The weasel was stunned for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Only after confirming that the terrifying two-legged creature was truly gone did it dare to tentatively extend its front paws.

In front of him was a broken, charred tree stump.

A faint, lingering, pale purple arc of electricity remained.

Driven by the animal's instinctive thirst for power, and by a mysterious pull from the heavens.

The weasel stretched out its little paw and gently touched it.

"Sizzle—!"

"squeak!!!"

A jolt of electricity shot through the weasel, making it shudder.

The already slightly burnt fur stood on end, and he fell straight backward, twitching on his back with his four legs in the air.

It took a long time for it to recover and then, still dizzy, rolled over.

It looked at its right front paw, which had just touched the lightning.

Beneath the fur, a tingling, warm current flowed into the body, gathering towards the heart.

It got up and stood upright.

In the direction where Qingyuan disappeared, it awkwardly bowed twice, mimicking human gestures.

The moonlight shone down.

Its small eyes reflected the bizarre and fantastical night.

Some things, once started, can never be undone.

"Click".

Qingyuan leaned against the door, not in a hurry to turn on the light.

At the center of heaven and earth, there was a divine statue formed from incense smoke, its face identical to his, yet it appeared somewhat ethereal.

"There aren't enough destinies..."

He knew it in his heart.

This statue is the core of his spiritual practice and the anchor point for him to use his methods in reality.

Its foundation is related to Guanhua Gate.

When a sect prospers, its incense burns brightly and its statues become tangible; conversely, when a sect declines, its incense burns high and its statues become lifelike.

"In the end, I, your ancestor, am just destined to live off offerings and sacrifices."

Whether it was a birthday party or that amazing "air sword" attack just now.

All of these are fleeting fame and fortune in reality, like smoke in the wind.

To truly advance further, establish a firm foothold, and even attempt to reach the legendary "Great Luo Heaven."

We still have to look at the world on the other side of the computer.

Ancestor Simulator, start!

In the large map mode, the light representing the He family flickers erratically.

The hermit of the dried-up water, He Fengchao.

"That old fellow has spread the word about the son-in-law selection event, and he's laid out plenty of bait, just waiting for big fish and small fish to come in."

""

"Unfortunately, the second-generation prince Situ Mu is no pushover either, and he has Zhu Ming by his side who loves to watch the drama unfold. Your net is likely to be torn in two."

As for the Imperial Sword Sect in the west, it remains shrouded in mystery.

Master Yuzhang.

This ruthless character is the hidden danger that Qingyuan is most wary of at present.

A madman is not scary; what's scary is a madman who is educated and cunning.

"Xu Sixing has already revealed his strength, slapped Yuan Lian in the face, and is tantamount to stepping on the face of the Imperial Sword Sect."

"Given the nature of these major sects, they value face more than substance, so Yu Zhang definitely won't sit still."

Qingyuan was calculating the time in his mind.

The countdown timer for [Shuihua Cave] has come to an end.

Shu Yan, that girl, is about to break through her cultivation barrier after digesting the rare and precious herbs and the Enlightenment Pill.

There was also the monk Juexin, whom he had coaxed and tricked into staying.

"The three-year period is almost up."

This little monk has become closer to his disciples than blood brothers; it would probably take a lot of persuasion to get rid of him.

However, in order to complete the process and truly become "one of us," one last step is essential.

Deep within the cave dwelling of Yujian Sect, Jade Palace Peak.

Yu Zhang was cultivating with his eyes closed when he suddenly opened them as if he sensed something.

"have eaten?"

I thought Wan Zhong, who was timid as a mouse and would only hide like a turtle, would hesitate for three to five years because of his suspicion.

Unexpectedly...

"Once greed takes hold, even a god cannot save you."

He had been worried about this before.

If I actually succeed, wouldn't I just be doing all the work for someone else?

But the worry lasted only a moment before it was overwhelmed by the surging malice.

He's too old.

Foundation Establishment cultivators are only around three hundred years old and have a long lifespan, but he was already hanging on the edge of a cliff.

"Sect Leader... Suwen..."

'

Yu Zhang clenched his five fingers together.

"Since you dare to hand over the ladder, this humble Taoist will not be polite."

"This rope is now in my hand. Who ends up strangling me depends on their own abilities!"

Suppress the surging emotions in my heart.

The restrictions outside the cave were triggered.

Yu Zhang waved his hand, creating a small opening.

A talisman, filled with fear and urgency, flew into the cave and exploded in his ear: "Reporting to the Grand Elder! Elder Yuan Lian... has returned!"

"He...he's seriously injured!"

"According to Elder Yuanlian's account, the one who injured him... was... the deceased true disciple, Xu Sixing!"

"Moreover, Xu Sixing is now... a mid-Foundation Establishment sword cultivator, his strength is terrifying!"

After hearing the telepathic message, Yu Zhang's expression remained completely unchanged.

"Xu Sixing... isn't dead?"

"Oh."

Yu Zhang even had the leisure to pick up the cold tea next to him and take a sip.

Back then, Lang Che and Zhu Xuan confidently asserted that Xu Sixing's remains had not been recovered.

Now, not only have they returned, but they've become even stronger, delivering a resounding slap to the Imperial Sword Sect.

Logically, as a leader with real power, he should be furious, hold people accountable, and even take this opportunity to strike hard at his political enemies.

"Zhuxuan...Langche..."

'

The faces of those two old rivals flashed through Yu Zhang's mind.

The shock and regret they showed when they learned of Xu Sixing's death in the main hall that day did not seem feigned.

If it was acting, the acting skills were simply too terrifying.

"It seems these two idiots were kept in the dark too."

Yu Zhang's idea of ​​using this as an excuse to pin the "collusion with foreign enemies" on them instantly faded.

"It's unnecessary."

Since Zhu Xuan and Lang Che were unaware of this, it means that this matter is not simple.

If we delve deeper, it might cause that crazy woman, Suwen, to completely side with the other side, which would be counterproductive.

"Moreover..."

"7

Yu Zhang stood up, his gaze piercing through the cave and looking towards a certain peak.

That place was once the source of hope for everyone in the Imperial Sword Sect.

The residence of true disciples.

Wang Lingxiao?

I heard that he was so frightened by the farce that he doesn't even dare to draw his sword now.

And there is his own grandson, Wen Xianyun.

Yu Zhang's gaze softened slightly for a moment, but then turned cold again.

That child's foundation is already ruined. Even if he wakes up, he'll just be a useless person who talks nonsense and drools.

"What future of the Imperial Sword Sect? What Wen family legacy?"

"If I die, this vast empire will simply benefit outsiders."

"But, if I were to become..."

""

"So what if all my descendants die out?"

Yu Zhang suddenly laughed: "True Man of the Purple Mansion, you will live to be eight hundred years old!"

"As long as I'm still here, I can stand at that height!"

"I have plenty of time and energy; I can have as many children and grandchildren as I want."

"By then, what kind of prodigy won't I be able to cultivate?"

In his eyes, even the dregs of medicine, Master Wanzhong, were not as good as him.

Perhaps the only value a person has is to kneel down and proclaim "Long live!" after he attains enlightenment, adding a touch of glory to his reputation.

Ultimately, we're all the same.

With a wave of his sleeve, Yu Zhang swept away the scattered energy within the cave.

He seemed to be thinking of someone.

That old codger far away in Blackwater City.

"He Fengchao..."

'

"You sense the deadline is approaching, right?"

"I heard you organized some kind of son-in-law selection event? Using your own granddaughter as bait?"

Yu Zhang walked slowly to the cave entrance with his hands behind his back, looking at the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips: "He Jianjia... good methods, truly good methods."

"We're all going to burn the last shred of humanity, so let's not laugh at each other."

"but..

"6

"Old dog."

"The road is only this wide, and it's difficult to walk on the log bridge."

Who succeeds and who fails...

"6

"It's still not certain, damn it!"

"Now that we're all in this together, let's see who's tougher!"