Daoist Master, I'm really not an evil cultivator.

Big Head watched helplessly as the two enormous creatures slowly merged into the blood-red lotus platform and disappeared.

The melting process was extremely slow, from scales to flesh, from tendons to bone marrow, it was swallowed up little by little by the lotus platform, like ice melting in the sunlight, silently.

He gasped, his voice barely audible:

"Hiss, is the Taoist priest going to eat them to replenish his essence? And the torrential rain of primordial energy in the sky is used to replenish his vital energy? Is he trying to achieve simultaneous attainment of the three primordial energies?"

The more Da Tou thought about it, the more convinced he was that he had guessed correctly, and his expression became even more interesting.

For cultivators, the three elements of essence, qi, and spirit are indispensable. Ordinary cultivators are considered fortunate if they can attain even one of these elements in their lifetime. However, Xu Changqing has already cultivated his spirit, and now he is replenishing his qi with a torrential downpour of primordial qi from beyond the heavens, and replenishing his essence with the flesh and blood of Song Qingchuan and the Bodhisattva of Joy. He is using all three methods simultaneously...

"My goodness, this Taoist's ambition is even greater than that of the mythical Kunpeng!"

As if to confirm his words, the blood-red lotus platform that had been floating quietly began to move.

The lotus petals spun like sharp blades, and in an instant, an extremely thick stream of blood gushed out from the center of the lotus!

"Gurgle—"

The blood was not the usual red, but a dark gold color with iridescent light, each drop containing a powerful life force.

The seven-colored golden pill couldn't wait any longer and plunged into the spring. In the blink of an eye, a bit of flesh and blood appeared out of thin air on the seven-colored golden pill.

Big Head felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his face contorted with despair and grief.

"It's over! So the Taoist priest was also a flesh-eating demon. We're really doomed. We haven't even sent the big news back yet! What kind of mess is this? We've just escaped one danger only to fall into another—bad luck just keeps piling on bad luck!"

He had initially been relieved that Xu Changqing had let him off the hook, but now that bit of hope had been completely dashed.

The torrential rain continued unabated, and the rich primordial energy, echoing the heavens and earth, filled the entire space.

On the endless, surging marshland, lotus flowers bloom quietly, their verdant greenness spreading out across the entire field of vision with a "whoosh".

The lotus flowers bloomed extremely quickly, with one emerging from the mud almost with every breath, quickly transforming the entire marshland into a sea of ​​lotuses.

In the sky, a dragon's shadow constantly moved, shaking its head and wagging its tail to drive the torrential rain toward the City of the Unjustly Dead.

A giant funnel shape appeared in the sky, and a torrential downpour of dense primordial energy surged towards the lotus platform through the funnel.

The blood spring on the lotus platform gushed forth, rising and falling like a heartbeat, while the flesh and blood on the seven-colored golden elixir grew at an increasingly rapid pace.

The meridians run vertically and horizontally they form collaterals. These meridians and collaterals intertwine like a dense network of water, connecting the whole body and facilitating the flow of blood. The Ling Shu (Spiritual Pivot) states: "The meridians are what determine life and death, treat all diseases, and regulate deficiency and excess; they must not be obstructed."

At this moment, Xu Changqing's meridians are like the mountains and rivers at the beginning of time, emerging one by one from nothingness, outlining the mysteries of the human body.

First, the eight extraordinary meridians take shape, then the five internal organs and six bowels quickly emerge, followed by the formation of the four limbs, bones, five sense organs, and nine orifices.

The little boot-wearing ghost patted Big Head's messy toes in confusion, his voice tinged with bewilderment:

"Big head, big head, why does the Taoist priest look so different?"

Big Head, who had been keeping his head down and not daring to look up, forced himself to look up and his eyes instantly shrank.

A hideous, fleshy Taoist appeared on the lotus platform. His drooping belly slammed heavily onto the platform. His body was covered with all sorts of deformed pustules, his facial features were distorted, and his skin was bluish-black. There was no trace of Changqing's original appearance.

The pustules swelled up like ripe boils, seemingly about to burst at any moment. The pus inside had an eerie five-colored appearance, with faint runes flowing within them.

Big Head was so shocked he could hardly speak:

"This... has the Taoist priest eaten too much and gone mad?"

He glanced at it briefly and felt dizzy, his head throbbing as if pricked by needles. He was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and dared not look again. But the image of the flesh-and-blood Taoist lingered in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more nauseous he felt, and his stomach churned.

Just then, a series of violent fluctuations suddenly emanated from the lotus platform. Ignoring the escaping corrosive aura, Big Head quickly looked up to continue watching.

Lotus flowers suddenly sprouted from the flesh-and-blood Taoist's body, gently swaying and drawing upon his flesh and blood. The lotus roots burrowed deep into the Taoist's skin and flesh, extracting his essence blood bit by bit, each drop carrying a dark golden light.

After the Taoist priest was completely devoured, the lotus flowers suddenly transformed into countless petals that fluttered away, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Only a thirty-six-story pagoda remains, its body exquisite and translucent, layer upon layer, resembling a golden palace and silver palace, radiating auspicious energy.

Each level of the tower was covered with densely packed runes and Taoist scriptures, the words of which could be vaguely discerned as the "Dongxuan Lingbao Natural Nine Heavens Divine Chapter Scripture". Jade bells hung from the eaves of each level, tinkling melodiously in the breeze.

Big Head was so shocked his voice cracked:

"This...this Taoist priest transformed his physical body into a pagoda? He...he's finally stopped being human?"

In his shock, a whisper suddenly sounded in Big Head's ear, a clear and melodious voice, like the sound of a bell:

"【Cultivate the Thirty-Six Golden Palaces, encompass the Ten Directions of Heaven; study the Three Caverns True Scriptures, forge the Elixir of Immortality】"

The voice seemed to come from all directions at the same time, and it also seemed to surge from the deepest part of the heart. Each word was as powerful as thunder and as gentle as spring rain.

Immediately afterwards, a Taoist chant resounded throughout the heavens and earth:

"Amitabha Buddha—"

The Thirty-Six Golden Palace Pagodas slowly disappeared, like ice and snow melting away, like morning mist dissipating.

As the tower dissipated, countless runes scattered like fireflies, circled the tower three times, and then surged toward the center.

Instead, a Taoist priest with bright eyes and white teeth, and a face as beautiful as jade, stood quietly on the lotus platform. His black Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the black and white Taoist trees were faintly visible through his robe.

Big Head lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on the handsome Taoist priest on the lotus platform. His throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Xu Changqing didn't exude any aura, yet the unintentional pressure he released was like a mountain collapsing, weighing heavily on every inch of air. Da Tou felt his spine cracking, as if he were about to be crushed into powder at any moment. Even more terrifying, a strange impulse welled up within him—the urge to kneel down, to kowtow, to prostrate himself at that man's feet, and to call him "Heavenly Venerable."

"The Dao... the Daoist has been achieved? The Three Realms and Three Origins?" Big Head's voice trembled, his teeth chattering. "My goodness! His aura is now even stronger than that Joyful Bodhisattva and that Ghost King!"

He shook his head violently, trying to shake off the jumbled thoughts in his mind, but his desire for the Dao seemed to have taken root, growing wildly the more he shook it.

Big Head's face turned pale, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead like threads, each drop landing on the charred floor tiles.

The more he tried to resist, the stronger the impulse became, as if every pore on his body was screaming: Kneel down, kneel down and you will attain enlightenment, kneel down and you will transcend.

"Big Head, Big Head has the divine protection of his sect, but, but why is he still affected by the Taoist priest?"

He was trembling with fear, his hands gripping his thighs so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, using the pain to maintain his last shred of consciousness.