From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Therefore, she had never thought of embarking on the path of cultivation before, but now, she simply wanted to give it a try.

She had never had such thoughts before, thinking that living the rest of her life in peace was enough.

But what Shen Qing said last time still had some impact on her. After returning home, she tossed and turned, and after thinking for a long time, the fear of aging still overwhelmed everything.

Eternal youth is a great temptation for everyone. This alone is enough to make Song Lingjia put all her efforts into trying it out.

Even if she doesn't have the talent for cultivation, it would be good if she doesn't have any regrets in the end.

"I teach you."

Shen Qing's eyes curved slightly and he nodded in agreement.

In her opinion, practicing is Song Lingjia's best choice.

In her opinion, lingering in secular industries and floating in the business world are a complete waste of time and have no meaning. Only by practicing can one take control of one's destiny.

There was an empty room in the house, so Song Lingjia moved in directly. With one more person, the house became more lively, and he also got an extra set of bowls and chopsticks for meals.

In addition to practicing, Song Lingjia also came here to express his gratitude. The rumors on the Internet have been rampant in recent days.

Song Lingjia naturally also looked at a lot, and she saw a lot of photos.

When she saw Yang Xiaozu opening the car door for Shen Qing and his respectful look, she understood everything.

She couldn't imagine that the relationship between Shen Qing and the Yang family started more than two thousand years ago, and just thought that Shen Qing helped her.

Now the cooperation between the Song and Yang families is going very smoothly, and the Song family is even vaguely in the lead. All this is because of Shen Qing.

For Shen Qing now, these are probably just a piece of cake and she doesn't even take them seriously.

Song Lingjia is still in shock from this huge gap.

In just less than a year, the transformation that took place in Shen Qing was so terrifying that Song Lingjia couldn't help but marvel at the aftereffects of that online romance.

Shen Qing did not pass the Star Source Secret Book to Song Lingjia, but instead replaced it with an ordinary cultivation method.

This is not because Shen Qing is stingy. The Star Source Secret Book is a legacy passed down by the Taoist ancestor. Although the foundation for cultivation is strong, the difficulty of cultivation is also relatively much greater.

In this era of depleted spiritual energy, not only is it difficult to get started, but the speed of progress is also unsatisfactory.

Song Lingjia's original intention of practicing was not to fight and kill, so it would be more appropriate to change to a method that is quick to get started and easier to practice.

Zhao Yu doesn't need to worry. In a few months, she will have to take the awakening potion. Practicing at this time may have some effects and the gain will not outweigh the loss.

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The previous turmoil on the Internet soon died down due to the suppression of the General Administration of Psychic Energy.

Zhao Yu resumed his previous life and attended classes as usual.

After Song Lingjia completed his transformation and experienced the joy of cultivation, he became more and more immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

When she found that with the nourishment of spiritual energy, her already hydrated skin became smoother and more elastic, she almost gave up her rest time and worked so hard that it was outrageous.

For a woman in her late thirties, the changes in her body are too surprising.

Shen Qing's life also fell into a rare tranquility. There were no new corridors for gods and no unexpected disturbances. Apart from practicing, he studied ancient books. His daily life was boring but not dull.

During this period, the two major forces, the Federation of Gods and the Empire of Gods, still did not give up communicating with Shen Qing.

However, Shen Qing had no intention of paying attention to them and unilaterally blocked out all interruptions.

Feng Muyu would often come to visit, bringing demon flesh and blood to give Shen Qing a treat.

This kind of food rich in spiritual power is one of the few things that practitioners can eat. Usually Shen Qing accepts it all and gives spiritual stones as a return gift.

Sometimes, she would feel greedy and not eat for a long time. Although she would not feel hungry, she would always feel that her mouth was a little bland.

In the blink of an eye, the New Year has passed completely, spring disappeared very hastily, and in the blink of an eye, it has entered early summer and the weather has become hot again.

After entering the summer, Shen Qing stopped practicing and put a lot of energy into the database of the General Administration of Psychic Energy, collecting some ancient information.

The countdown on the sundial was getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, there were only a few days left.

Even though it was not the first time, Shen Qing still felt an indescribable nervousness.

Where, or when, the sundial will take her is truly unknown.

The unknown is always scary.

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The night was like a black curtain covering the sky and the earth. No stars were visible in the sky and the moon was blocked by clouds, making it dark.

The lights were on in the living room. Shen Qing sat on the sofa with his head tilted back, staring at the sundial in front of him in a daze.

The estimated stay time was only half a quarter of an hour. Zhao Yu had already fallen asleep and Song Lingjia was in the practice room. For a moment, the house was eerily quiet.

Shen Qing closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully recalling the bits of information he had searched from the database of the General Administration of Psychic Energy, trying to relieve his own tension.

She has made sufficient preparations. If this is not enough and she cannot come back again, then it can only be said that this disaster is her destiny.

despair--

As the estimated stay time returned to zero, Shen Qing suddenly heard a strange sound in his ears.

Just like her first time traveling through time, the hands of the sundial came to a standstill and then began to reverse.

The sound of dripping water gradually grew louder in my mind, at first like the gurgling of a stream, and gradually like a loud thunderclap.

The pointer of the sundial turned faster and faster, leaving an afterimage and a vortex emerged, instantly capturing all of Shen Qing's attention.

All five senses were taken away, and he sank into darkness.

A familiar long river appeared in Shen Qing's eyes, with endless tributaries and fragmented light and shadow.

Perhaps due to his improved cultivation, Shen Qing felt much clearer this time as he went upstream along the river compared to the beginning.

She could see some vague human figures in the waves splashing in the river.

Suddenly, a terrifying wave rose up, and a cold snort came from a wave, like a sharp axe chopping into Shen Qing's body.

Shen Qing's mind was churning and her soul was nearly torn apart. Originally, she could have continued to move forward for a distance, but because of the cold snort, she was finally unable to hold on. She stumbled and fell into the long river, splashing an inconspicuous wave.

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The 492nd year of Zhaolong.

Southern Region, Yunjing Prefecture, Haoyin City.

Thirty miles outside the city is a remote countryside where more than a hundred families live along the forest and are occasionally attacked by wild beasts and monsters.

In the dilapidated wooden house, a girl about seven years old slowly opened her eyes, her eyes full of confusion.

A moment later, as memories came flooding back, Shen Qing couldn't help but cover his head, feeling a splitting headache.

That cold snort in the long river almost shattered her soul and almost hurt her essence.

The sundial only affected her body and had no effect on her soul. She wanted to reverse the sundial and eliminate the intense pain, but she couldn't.

The cold wind blew in from the leaky hole in the wooden house, causing Shen Qing to unconsciously wrap himself tightly around the thin quilt that was covering him.

As his breathing became heavier, a chill was sucked into his throat, causing a burning pain in his lungs, followed by a heart-wrenching cough.

The situation this time was even worse than the last time I traveled through time. I couldn't even maintain a normal body.

Shen Qing didn't dare to move the sundial at will. His body was too weak to withstand any storm.

Helplessly, Shen Qing could only cover his head with the quilt, curl up into a ball, conserve the little heat, and at the same time began to sort out the memories in his mind.

Soon, she figured out some basic information.

In today's world, various sects have retreated from the world, monsters and demons are rampant, and most people can only rely on the protection of incense and gods and rely on divine power to survive in the city.

But not everyone can enjoy the blessing of gods.

Since taxes near Haoyin City were too high, ordinary tenants without any skills were simply unable to support themselves, so they could only live together in the wilderness.

This place is quite far away from Haoyin City. The righteous gods enshrined in the city cannot protect this place with their divine power. Villages like this can only enshrine some minor gods in the hope of protection.

These minor gods, who are not very popular, naturally have limited power, and their requirements for sacrifices are also varied.

This village is called Snake Village. A giant snake is worshipped as a god. People offer incense and burnt candles on weekdays, and demand tribute of its flesh and blood during festivals.

At the same time, every fifteen years, a pair of boys and girls are needed to feed the gods.

A pair of boys and girls in exchange for fifteen years of peace is a perfect deal for this village.

During this short moment of consideration, Shen Qing's lungs felt like they were burning and he kept coughing. If he delayed any further, the situation would be bad.

Before she could think about it, the door creaked open and two footsteps were heard.

A large, cold hand reached into the bed, and then a slightly surprised laugh sounded:

"Not dead, still warm."

Then, without waiting for Shen Qing to react, he picked her up along with the quilt and strode out of the room.

"With the girl, we can just make up the tribute this time. Since he can't be saved anyway, we shouldn't waste him..."

Shen Qing understood and immediately closed his eyes to calculate. It had been less than ten years since the last tribute, so there should be enough time...

how come……

(End of this chapter)

123. Chapter 123 God

123.

2023-08-02

The wind and snow were howling outside the house. Shen Qing was being carried on someone's shoulders and shaking, and the cold air was invading him. His coughing became more and more violent, and there was a bloody smell in his throat.

This time the sundial took her across time and space, and something obviously went wrong. Last time, Shen Qing committed suicide by taking Gelsemium elegans, and she didn't feel anything unusual when she came. This time was obviously different, and her physical condition was extremely poor.

Now there is no cultivation in this body, and I can’t even sense the spiritual energy in the air.

Shen Qing calmed his mind and summoned a light curtain in front of him.