Roaming through the world of Doraemon

A single golden pill with one large eye, if converted into gold, would be enough to fill an entire lake.

This golden pill was extremely heavy. Even without being driven by Danqi, it fell directly from mid-air and its weight alone could penetrate tens of thousands of meters of the earth's crust.

Ye Ming held the golden pill in his left hand and the sword in his right, remaining silent time and time again, even though both items were extremely precious and very hot to the touch.

The monks in the Broken Mountain, the upper-middle-ranking monks, were all members of various universities. If they appeared before them, Ye Ming would be unable to fly.

Ye Ming gritted his teeth, sheathed his sword, and then repeatedly clenched his golden core.

The Golden Elixir is incomparably concentrated, and its internal structure has reached its peak, perfectly interpreting one of the meanings of the Five Elements within it. If Ye Ming hadn't recently studied alchemical texts, he wouldn't have been able to understand the secrets of the Golden Elixir.

Ye Ming's palm trembled slightly, and the peacock's sword energy flew up, circling the golden core again and again. The surface of the golden core was smooth and round, and there was never a gap.

Under Ye Ming's command, the sword energy struck the surface of the golden core.

Originally, it was thought that even if the sword spirit was sharp, the golden core was condensed into one, dense and flawless, which would surely rebound against the sword spirit of the primordial spirit, or even shatter it.

Therefore, Ye Ming predicted that Jianqi would not enter the Golden Core realm instantly, just like a bird returning to its nest or a fish entering the sea, with a smooth, silky texture and no obstacles.

Ye Ming was overjoyed and once again used his swordsmanship spirit, this time Zheng Long's military spirit, and entered the Golden Core without any obstacles.

The Golden Core is like a bottomless pit, capable of holding sword energy without restriction.

Since Ye Ming became a monk, his primordial spirit has been slightly loosened, and the spirits of the eight swords have been released: four golden rocs and four peacocks, leaving six swords. Fortunately, none of them have entered the Golden Core stage.

Jin Dan used eight swords. This sword was already quite small, and it began to show some changes. Sometimes it would emit colorful light, and sometimes it would shimmer with golden light.

Ye Ming held the golden core in his palm, and a wonderful feeling arose in his heart, as if he could use it freely like the sword spirit of his primordial spirit.

Jin Dan gently picked it up and hung it on Ye Ming's fingertip.

With a flick of his finger, Ye Ming's golden core instantly transformed into a beam of golden light, and the surrounding rocks, some as tall as a person, were instantly chopped into yellow sand.

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This golden elixir, in accordance with the spirit of the primordial spirit sword, became a "sword elixir".

Ye Ming was overjoyed. The next day, the sword spirit of the Eight Gods in his body recovered, and he poured the sword spirit into the heart of the Golden Core.

The Golden Core absorbed the second sword energy, accumulating 16 sword energies, but it still hadn't reached its limit.

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Therefore, Ye Ming had to infuse sword energy into his golden core every day from the second day onwards.

Finally, after a hundred days, the Golden Core cultivator could no longer resist even a trace of sword energy.

"Eight hundred swords, half a peacock and a golden roc!"

Ye Ming held the golden pill in his hand and exclaimed inwardly.

At first, the Golden Elixir was as heavy as a mountain. Without Danvas urging him on, hundreds of Hercules would not have been able to move it. Now, it is as light as a feather.

Ye Ming continuously channeled sword energy into the golden core, transforming it into a sword core.

If you say that the golden light of the past was a metallic luster, cold and noble; now the golden light can transform into two forms: a colorful peacock and a golden jade roc.

Chapter 3 Supreme

To be precise, today's Golden Core was shattered by sword energy, turning into a Sword Core.

Ye Ming was agitated; his golden core turned golden, and countless feathers appeared on the water's surface. With a next thought, the light transformed into seven colors. The faint song of a peacock could be heard.

Ye Ming drank heavily, and his golden core broke through eight hundred swords, each of which possessed a sword spirit.

Under the impact of 800 swords, even Iron Bull and the Blue "Zero One Three" Bronze Elephant would be cut into pieces.

The sword threads crisscrossed and then returned to Ye Ming's palm after a while, shrinking back to their original golden core form.

After a hundred days of tempering, the appearance of this golden elixir changed drastically. Even when Young Master Tao returned, he could not recognize it as the golden elixir he had cultivated over the years.

From then on, the Golden Core became Ye Ming's Sword Core.

Ye Ming put away the golden pill, feeling a little tired.

These days, he practices alchemy day and night, feeling tired, and closes his eyes to nourish his mind; the rest of the time he spends most of his time practicing.

After Ye Ming transformed into a sword core, his spirit stirred, and he fell asleep.

In a daze, Ye Ming heard someone calling his name. Although he was too sleepy to open his eyes, the voice grew louder and louder. At first, there was only one voice, but then countless voices merged into a frantic sound that drowned out Ye Ming.

Ye Ming suddenly stood up and found that he had broken free of his heavy body and suddenly became as light as a feather, fluttering and dancing with the voice calling him.

During his journey, Ye Ming suddenly realized that he wasn't doing his job, but rather failing to engage with his family. (The primordial spirit.)

"Since my reincarnation, my primordial spirit has been sealed away like that of a mortal. How can I leave my body to my primordial spirit now?" Is this a dream?

Ye Ming was very curious. He heard another shout in his ears, the sound like a mountain and a sea.

"Supreme Ancestors!"

You are my father and mother!

You created everything in our home and guided us on the path forward!

Please continue to protect us as we return to the Holy Land!

Ye Ming heard a ticklish feeling in his heart. He walked quickly out of the clouds, looked down at the earth, and retreated rapidly. All the scenery turned into a thin line.

During a few moments of respite, Ye Ming's primordial spirit flew away from the camp, amidst the mountains of broken bones, contemplating flying to the other side...

Ye Ming probably didn't realize that his current flight path was opposite the Demon Camp.

Soon, Ye Ming found the source of the sound.

A tall statue, carved from pure black stone, stands in the center of the open space.

Around the statue, countless strange creatures knelt down, worshipping it, praying earnestly or devoutly.

The most numerous of them were all sorts of monsters: rhinoceroses as big as mountains, tigers wearing iron armor, silver wolves with cleavers in their claws, and eyes that gleamed with wisdom.

A small portion consisted of demon clans that were half-human, half-beast; some were humanoid, while the rest possessed monstrous features or animal forms, with human faces and hands.

Kneeling in front were seven, five, seven, or eight people. Even though their bodies were surrounded by demons, the creatures behind them dared not offend them.

Ye Ming swept through these creatures and suddenly realized that they were monsters attacking the shattered mountains, half-human and half-beast beings, equivalent to the Great Demons of human alchemists, while these ghostly humanoid beings were equivalent to the Great Human Refiners, and were called Demon Heads.

Chapter 4 Air Flows into the Body

Even in his primordial spirit state, Ye Ming was still agitated, afraid of making noise and attracting a group of demons to attack him.

Suddenly, Ye Ming glanced at the statue and was startled.

The statue depicts Ye Ming, not his current appearance. This is what he looked like before his reincarnation in the Tang Dynasty. Ye Ming saw the sculpture and a strange feeling arose within him; unconsciously, his eyes met the sculpture's.

In that glimpse, Ye Ming noticed that the sculpture was strange; its eyes were full of light, as if they were brimming with wisdom.

The next minute, Ye Ming turned around in front of him, but he was sucked into an unknown place.

When Ye Ming got used to it, he opened his eyes, knelt down, and worshipped countless monsters in front of him.

"I'm now at the sculpture's perspective! 06"

Ye Ming was immediately shocked. "I've been sucked into the inside of the sculpture!"

Then, Ye Ming moved his body and found that the surrounding space was not narrow, the material of the sculpture was strange, and there were other holes inside. In comparison, Ye Ming's primordial spirit was a speck of dust.

Ye Ming looked around and saw a wisp of multicolored air currents filling the space. Some corners were so rich that they even formed clouds and began to rain.

A wisp of air flowed towards Ye Ming, arriving so suddenly that Ye Ming was caught off guard, and the air solidly struck his arm.

The airflow didn't enter his body, but it greatly replenished Ye Ming's primordial spirit, eliminating any negative state. He quickly started dancing, trying his best to capture the surrounding airflow.

As air flowed into his body, Ye Mingyuan, like a balloon, rapidly inflated.

Suddenly, Ye Ming stopped moving, realizing that something was wrong.

Secondly, Ye Ming looks at the outside from the perspective of a sculpture.

The demons who had been kneeling on the ground had stood up, and the giant monster was surrounded by several demon heads, negotiating something.

The demon's head was that of a petite, beautiful woman with a small mole at the corner of her mouth, smiling, her eyebrows silent. No one would believe she was an alien.

"The King of the Nine Gods has already crossed the mountain to the Holy Land of Calabash Mountain. This time, he will surely drive away the pitiful monster and reclaim my Demon Holy Land."

The other demon head was a tall, burly man; all three were very tall and spoke rudely. "My demon clan has been humiliated for millennia, but has finally regained its vitality. Now its power has returned to its peak, even greater than before, and it will surely reclaim the Holy Land."

The remaining demons were also full of confidence.

Suddenly someone said, "There are three spiritual kings and seven evil forces in Blackwater Blessed Fields, and nine spiritual kings advancing in the Holy Land. We were entrusted to attack the Broken Mountains, but so far no one has survived. What should we do?"

The heads of several monsters turned to look in the direction from which the sound came from; it was the shadow of Void013.

The shadow suddenly twisted a few times, and a figure stood up, slowly walking to the head of the demon. The figure was covered in a black robe, making it impossible to see any features.

"Yukio Oni-Hatoyama, what are you doing in the Broken Bone Mountain, protecting the Black Water and the Blessing?"

The black-robed demon's head was not small. His demon horde was originally the most popular demonic ancestral group, and the ancient ancestor of this race, one of the nine spiritual kings, was skilled at manipulating puppets and silk, and how many monks feared the wind.

Yukio Oni-Hatoyama nodded. "Broken Bone Mountain, wounded soldiers, dead and injured, many of our own kind, whom I cannot see, I will help you!"

Chapter 5 Back and Forth

Ye Ming looked at Yukio Hatoyama and thought to himself that before, under Hatoyama's command, the little pigeon in front of him was the most inconspicuous. Now, he had become someone important.

The remaining monsters exchanged glances. "Yukio Hatoyama is not taboo. If your ancestors say, and we believe it too, that although you come from the Ghost Pigeons, you are at best the head of a demon, how can you help us break through the humanitarian front?"

Yukio Oni-Hatoyama laughed and said, "When dealing with people, we need to use our brains more and learn the art of training from them, but now we need to learn the methods of military planning."

The beautiful succubus smiled for the first time and said, "Yukio Hatoyama, I've heard you're very familiar with human military books. What good strategies do you have? Tell me!"

Ye Ming wanted to listen more, but suddenly a chicken crowed in his ear, startling his primordial spirit.

The next minute, Ye Ming woke up and saw that the sky was bright.

Previously, on the other side in front, he leaned against the sculpture, surrounded by demons.