This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

That was his father's grave.

Wang Xiaoer took a deep breath and lit the last three incense sticks.

He knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and solemnly kowtowed to the tombstone.

The instant his forehead touched the ground, something unexpected happened!

"Buzz!"

A slight tremor suddenly erupted from his body!

The immense, unparalleled, and even reality-distorting aura emanating from him seemed to be violently pulled by an invisible hand, instantly creating an incredibly strong resonance with the earth veins of the ancestral burial mountain beneath his feet!

Wang Xiaoer felt a surge of heat rise from his tailbone and instantly spread throughout his limbs and bones.

He was as if he had been electrocuted, frozen in place, still in the position of kowtowing.

Zhang Chen, who was not far away, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He saw that, centered on Wang Xiaoer, the air on the entire hillside began to distort slightly.

Streams of golden energy, almost invisible to the naked eye, rose from the nine ancestral graves that had just been worshipped, and then, like streams drawn by the current, converged on Wang Xiaoer and the new grave in front of him!

Zhang Chen's expression turned extremely solemn. He subconsciously took two steps back and stared intently at the scene before him.

"They're here..."

"I knew that after the impasse was broken, there would be a genuine return of fortune and a connection between us."

"What benefits this kid can get depends on his own fate."

At this moment, Wang Xiaoer felt as if he had fallen into an incredibly wondrous realm.

His five senses are rapidly fading.

The birdsong disappeared, the wind disappeared, and even the warmth of the sunlight disappeared.

His consciousness seemed to be detached from his body, floating lightly upwards.

He "saw" his own body, still in the position of kowtowing, kneeling in front of the blue stone tombstone.

He "saw" Zhang Chen again, who was standing not far away with a solemn expression.

His "vision" continued to rise, passing through the treetops and over the hills.

Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

Beneath his feet, under the "gaze" of his consciousness, the surface of the entire mountain range became transparent.

The ten scattered ancestral graves were no longer lonely mounds of earth, but had turned into ten dazzling golden spots of light.

Thick, arm-like strands of golden energy connected the ten points of light, outlining a massive and majestic shape.

That's a dragon!

A golden dragon of fortune, formed by ten ancestral tombs connected together, coils throughout the entire Coffin Mountain range!

Previously, this giant dragon was simply sleeping and lying dormant.

Now, with Wang Xiaoer's devout bow and the infusion of overwhelming fortune, it is slowly awakening.

The dragon's head, formed from ancestral tombs, was facing Wang Xiaoer's consciousness, which was floating in mid-air.

The dragon's tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Those were eyes that did not belong to humankind; majestic and indifferent, as if reflecting the eternal stars.

It was watching Wang Xiaoer's consciousness.

Then, the dragon opened its mouth.

A silent dragon's roar exploded deep within Wang Xiaoer's consciousness!

Immediately afterwards, a massive torrent, carrying immense fortune, surged into Wang Xiaoer's mind like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens!

That is not knowledge.

It is understanding.

It is an insight.

It was that ancestor who had a lifelong understanding and mastery of the "Tao"!

"boom!"

Wang Xiaoer's body jolted violently, his consciousness slammed back into his body.

He suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Before me was still my father's tombstone, the scent of burning incense and paper money lingered in the air, and a gentle breeze from the mountains brushed against my cheeks, carrying a hint of warmth.

Nothing has changed.

He remained kneeling in the position of kowtowing before the grave.

But his mind was in turmoil.

The things he hastily memorized from the Preaching Stone and various Taoist scriptures were once like a jumbled pile of parts, stacked in the corners of his memory.

At that moment, these parts seemed to be picked up by a divine hand.

Disassemble, reassemble, polish, and then fit them together perfectly.

Five Elements Shadow Escape Technique.

It's no longer a clumsy trick that can only be used with a fleeting flash of inspiration.

Its principles, its flow of Qi, and its way of responding to the forces of the five elements of heaven and earth are as clear as the lines on a palm.

With a single thought, he can transform into a shadow and merge into all things.

It became an instinct.

There are also talismans.

Those complex rune structures, the beginning, development, transition, and conclusion of each stroke, contain Daoist charm and power that no longer need to be memorized.

They are as if they were born and imprinted on his soul, profound and clear, as if he had drawn them a thousand times.

The fingers that were making the hand seals were no longer stiff.

Every subtle angle, every increase or decrease in force, perfectly matches the flow of Qi between heaven and earth.

His spiritual cultivation may not have increased much.

However, his understanding of "Tao" and his knowledge of techniques underwent a terrifying leap.

He finally understood.

This is the last and most precious gift left to future generations by that sorcerer ancestor.

Ten lifetimes of bad luck are both a test and a selection process.

When the one who breaks the deadlock is blessed with great fortune, yet does not forget their roots, and comes to worship with the most sincere heart, this gift will be initiated.

The ancestor imparted his lifelong understanding of magic and techniques to the head through a divine initiation.

This is the true meaning of "virtue and position matching, the way of heaven being perfected".

Wang Xiaoer slowly straightened up.

He felt neither ecstatic nor excited; his heart was filled with an unprecedented clarity and peace.

He stood up and dusted off his knees.

Then, he bowed deeply and solemnly to the grave of the sorcerer ancestor and to all the ancestral graves on this hillside.

"Thank you, ancestors."

He said softly.

This bow was a heartfelt expression of gratitude.

Zhang Chen, who was standing to the side, came back to his senses from the strange phenomenon he had just witnessed and was about to ask a question.

He saw Wang Xiaoer straighten up and his gaze fall on the pile of unlit paper money in front of him.

Wang Xiaoer remained calm, casually raising his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and flicked the pile of paper money into the air.

He uttered two words softly.

"Okay."

There are no complicated incantations or lengthy spells.

Just like people need to drink water and birds need to fly, it's natural.

A flame appeared out of thin air between his fingertips and the paper money.

Zhang Chen's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

The flame was neither the usual crimson nor the orange-yellow produced by Taoist magic.

It was a pure, brilliant color, like molten gold!

As soon as the golden flames appeared, the surrounding temperature did not seem to rise, but the thick pile of paper money did not emit a wisp of black smoke. Under the golden light, it instantly turned into ashes flying everywhere.

Clean.

purely.

overbearing.

Zhang Chen's mouth opened wider and wider, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

This...this is the Fire-Igniting Technique?

Are you kidding me!

The Fire-Inducing Technique is one of the most basic spells in Taoism, and he himself can perform it.

But the flame he conjured was merely a common fire, slightly brighter than an ordinary candle.

Wang Xiaoer's move, this cluster of golden flames, contained an incredibly rich and pure masculine energy!

This is not a technique.

This is the Way!

It is the most fundamental understanding and manifestation of the concept of fire!