I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Deep within his consciousness, the long-silent [Divine Invocation Altar] suddenly trembled slightly.

Cheng Laiyun's mind stirred, and his consciousness sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Silent observation.

On the altar, three statues of gods each occupy their respective positions.

He had ears that could hear the wind, a face as blue as indigo, and earlobes that reached his shoulders.

Giant Spirit Qin Honghai knelt on one knee, his aura as imposing as a mountain.

Nezha rode on his Wind Fire Wheels, a cynical smile playing on his lips.

Cheng Laiyun turned his gaze to the void in the center of the altar.

Something is coalescing there.

A faint, almost imperceptible fragrance could be seen wafting from the void.

The fragrance was so faint that it was almost impossible to detect.

But Cheng Laiyun only caught a whiff of it before he felt disoriented, as if he were on the banks of an unseen river, with a bridge over the river, a stove beside the bridge, and soup in the stove.

The soup was hot, but the aroma was cool.

From the void, a hunched figure slowly emerged.

The first thing to appear was a pair of hands.

He was thin and frail, covered in wrinkles, but his nails were neatly trimmed.

Those hands held an ancient-looking ceramic bowl, its rim tilted slightly, as if it were about to be handed to someone at any moment.

Next, the water glistened in the bowl.

It was crystal clear, yet it reflected no image whatsoever.

Amidst the gentle ripples on the water, Cheng Laiyun vaguely saw countless faces flash by—joyful, sorrowful, angry, serene…

Every face is unfamiliar, yet every face seems strangely familiar.

Then, the figure gradually solidified.

It was an old woman.

She was dressed in coarse linen clothes, her gray hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her face was as kind as an old lady next door.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bear the marks of time, and his slightly downturned lips exude a serene understanding of everything.

What makes her most captivating is her eyes.

His eyes were cloudy and tired, as if he might fall asleep at any moment.

But when you meet those eyes...

You would think she's seen everything.

A thousand years of infatuated men and women, ten thousand years of love and hate, tears of separation and death, the resentment and relief when swallowed... all turned into a wisp of calm in those turbid eyes.

She simply stood quietly in the void, her back hunched, holding a bowl, exuding no pressure or imposing presence.

The old woman didn't speak, but a thought had already resonated in Cheng Laiyun's mind:

The road to the underworld is long; a bowl of soup will make you forget all your past lives.

If someone doesn't want to forget, can't bear to forget, and can't forget...

I could let him take one more look.

In a daze, the fourth statue on the altar solidified completely.

It was a statue with a completely different style from the previous three.

It lacked the majesty of a divine general and the sharpness of a war god.

There was only one hunched old woman, holding a bowl, her head slightly bowed, as if waiting for the next passing soul.

On the [Altar for Invoking the Gods], light flowed:

[Current Ancestral Masters: Water Spirit General Gao Jue, Giant Spirit God Qin Honghai, Great God of the Three Altars and Seas Nezha, Underworld Official Meng Po]

[Current Supernatural Abilities: Hearing the Wind (Active), Manifesting Heaven and Earth (Active), Lotus Dharma Body (Passive), River of Oblivion (Active)]

[The River of Oblivion: Empathizing with the newly deceased souls.]

[Ancestral Blessing (Passive): The divine power of the Ancestral Master is nourishing your body]

Cheng Laiyun opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the bowl of clear soup was still swaying slightly.

He fell into deep thought, and after a long while, he looked up and murmured:

"Empathy for the newly deceased souls?"

"What do you mean?"

"How do you use this thing?"

……

A sleepless night.

Cheng Laiyun had not slept for two days and two nights.

I was already at my limit. My spiritual power could hold up, but my body was starting to feel weak.

However, with this breakthrough in martial arts cultivation, his physical strength has reached a new level.

His feeling of exhaustion has also improved a lot.

"Phew~"

Breathing in the fresh air outside.

He tried to slow down and put himself in a comfortable position.

Xu Jiayin had already gotten up and was now directing the servants and maids to load the cart.

"Be careful not to scatter these things."

"Hey! Be careful! If you break this thing, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself!"

Listening to Xu Jiayin's voice.

Cheng Laiyun followed the gaze.

Four or five horse-drawn carriages were packed full.

It's like moving house.

"Senior sister, are we leaving today?"

"Okay, let's set off early." Xu Jiayin turned around when she heard Cheng Laiyun's voice, yawned, and said:

"The carriage traveled to the Qinglong Mountain Stream, then turned to waterway to reach the county town."

"Go and call Ling Ziyun, don't let him dawdle."

"it is good."

Well known.

Yawning is contagious.

Cheng Laiyun couldn't help but yawn.

"Ah~"

"Ha~"

Then his eyes were filled with water vapor. Cheng Laiyun rubbed his eyes and headed towards Ling Ziyun's room.

I promise I won't stay up late next time.

"Senior Brother Ling!" Cheng Laiyun raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door remained tightly shut.

It was completely quiet inside, without the slightest sound.

"Huh?" Cheng Laiyun frowned.

As far as he knew, Ling Ziyun had no habit of sleeping in late.

Could it be...

He felt a chill run down his spine and pushed harder.

"Bang!!"

Subconsciously, a warm current flowed through his body, causing his fingertips to become incredibly strong!

The wooden door broke.

"Bang bang bang!!"

The fragments swung around and landed squarely on the floor by the doorway.

"Hiss~"

Cheng Laiyun gasped.

Was he responsible for this scene?

Martial arts cultivation leading to enlightenment... truly impressive!

The loud noise created by this scene naturally caught Xu Jiayin's eye.

"Cheng Laiyun! What are you doing?! That pear wood door! One door costs nearly seven hundred taels!"

Xu Jiayin put her hands on her hips and glared at her.

"Sorry, I didn't control my strength well." Cheng Laiyun smiled sheepishly and took a deep breath:

"Mainly because I haven't slept for a long time, I'm feeling a bit dazed."

Upon hearing this, Xu Jiayin also shut her mouth.

No one could empathize with Cheng Laiyun's current situation better than her.

Back when she was trying to break through her limitations and staying up all night, she was much more irritable than Cheng Laiyun is now...

Cheng Laiyun took a deep breath.

You really can't blame him.

He never expected that someone who had just entered the path of martial arts would possess such great power.

He wasn't unfamiliar with Qi Dazhuang's fighting style.

He could clearly sense that Qi Dazhuang was definitely not this strong back then.

There's only one reason then.

Lotus Dharma Body

Grandmaster, Niu Bo Yi!

"Senior Brother Ling!" Cheng Laiyun looked into the room.

The room was dimly lit.

A strange smell entered my nostrils.

Cheng Laiyun immediately spotted Ling Ziyun lying on the bed, pale-faced and sweating profusely.

And next to Ling Ziyun, there was a corpse that had been dead for a long time!

The corpse was now completely blackened and rotting...

"What's going on?!" Cheng Laiyun's eyes narrowed sharply, and he quickly moved in front of Ling Ziyun.

Ling Ziyun looked completely dazed. After looking up and seeing Cheng Laiyun's face clearly, her voice was extremely soft and weak:

"Arrival..."

"Quick...it's in my bag..."

"I have a Rejuvenation Pill...feed it to me..."