Chapter 138: Loose Immortal Attainment, Magic Power Cultivated!

"The twenty-four Qis of heaven and earth..."

Wang Ping gazed into the distance. The presence of Qi was invisible to the naked eye and undetectable by spiritual sense. Only through the Mind Monkey, which had completed the process of Drawing Kan to Fill Li, could he see its true form.

He could see it, yes, but the Qis of heaven and earth shifted in endless colors and infinite profundities. As a minor cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending First Layer, looking at them was like peering at a leopard through a bamboo tube. He could not tell what the different Qis represented, let alone figure out which one suited him to refine into magic power.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone.

While he could not tell the difference, the three Loose Immortals of Iron City Mountain had walked this path before. They quickly found the Qi they had used to cultivate their own magic power.

"Hidden Dragon Meridian-Circulating Nether-Penetrating Qi."

"This Qi resides in the earth of the Three Realms. It belongs to the true yin of Gui water, representing the underground springs. It flows silently beneath the earth, never seeking the light of heaven, never seeing the sun, and possesses the power to bridge the netherworld."

Iron City Mountain's cultivation method corresponded to this exact Qi.

Because Iron City Mountain focused on corpse refinement, practitioners routinely buried corpses—and sometimes even themselves—underground. This perfectly matched the nature of this Qi.

"That sounds a lot like me."

Wang Ping thought of his primary cultivation method, the Three Corpses and Nine Worms Tribulation-Resolving Secret Record. Its upgraded version was called the Taiyin Form-Refining Heaven-Ascending Talisman Scripture.

"These crappy cultivation methods only drone on about minor details. The most crucial part—like which specific Qi a method corresponds to—isn't mentioned at all. They're clearly holding out on us, keeping it as a secret taught only by word of mouth... The Immortal Gate is way too scheming. Whatever happened to basic human trust?"

Wang Ping grumbled.

That being said, judging by the name of the Taiyin Form-Refining Heaven-Ascending Talisman Scripture and the actual content of the cultivation method, it was very similar to Iron City Mountain's corpse refinement technique.

"Three Corpses guard the soul, Nine Worms serve the flesh."

"Refining the form underground, a temporary passage through Taiyin."

Both required burying oneself underground to cultivate. Therefore, Wang Ping had good reason to suspect that the Qi corresponding to both techniques was exactly the same!

The three Loose Immortals of Iron City Mountain agreed with his guess.

"Then let's give it a try!"

Wang Ping made up his mind. He immediately lowered his head and commanded his Mind Monkey to fly toward the surging, radiant Qi beneath his feet, quickly plunging into a gloomy darkness.

In an instant, through the Mind Monkey's perspective, he felt as if his soul had flown out of his body. He plunged into a gloomy tribunal hall. Looking back, he saw the Gates of Hell, the River of Forgetfulness, and the Stone of Three Lives. Layer upon layer of illusions washed over him—soul reapers hunting the dead, spirits being captured, and all sorts of netherworld visions surfacing. Finally, heavy shackles were clamped onto him.

"Ah! Your time is up!"

Surrounding the Mind Monkey were Ox-Heads, Horse-Faces, and all manner of demonic specters. They stared at him and unleashed piercing screeches, shaking the Mind Monkey so violently that it stumbled, struggling to keep its footing.

Wang Ping jolted awake.

I can't fall!

The Mind Monkey is formed from my very consciousness. After completing the process of Drawing Kan to Fill Li, it is the core of my life and soul. If it goes down, I'll die right along with it!

At that thought, Wang Ping gathered his spirit to its absolute peak. He commanded the Mind Monkey to shatter its shackles, pull out the Divine Treasure Iron, and unleash its divine might, wreaking havoc on the spot.

Wang Ping's Mind Monkey was tyrannical and profoundly shifting. A few sweeps of the iron pillar turned the netherworld upside down, sending the Ox-Heads and Horse-Faces fleeing in terror, until a final reverberating chime echoed like a massive bronze bell.

"Boom!"

In the next second, Wang Ping abruptly opened his eyes. The Mind Monkey had already returned to its rightful place in his heart. Everything he had just experienced felt like a fleeting dream.

But very quickly, he noticed a change.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

As his heart beat and Qi circulated through his dantian, Wang Ping seemed to hear the sound of water droplets echoing in his ears. They matched the rhythm of his pulse, dripping steadily into the deepest parts of his dantian.

At first, the sound was faint, barely noticeable. But as time passed, the trickles gathered into a flood, and the droplets transformed into a vast ocean. Every drop that fell was as heavy as a mountain. They stirred up massive waves that howled within his dantian, sweeping through his limbs and bones to completely fuse with his muscles, blood, and Spiritual Sense Flesh Body.

Magic power! Magic power! Magic power!

Instantly, the grassland's Mount Tianzhu violently trembled! Not far away, Yuan Sheng, who had been resting with his eyes closed, jolted awake and stared at the sky in shock.

"What... what's happening?"

Yuan Sheng's jaw dropped. The shaking of the ground beneath his feet grew increasingly violent, like an earth dragon rolling over, causing him to fall back onto his rear with a hard thud.

"Could it be the Venerable One?"

He spun around in disbelief, staring at the cave where Wang Ping was cultivating in seclusion. This didn't make any sense. Even a reincarnated Venerable One was only a year old right now.

Historical records stated that while reincarnated Venerable Ones were born with the wisdom of their past lives and possessed divine abilities, they were still constrained by their physical age. They needed time to slowly mature. For a one-year-old to kill a few people was already impressive enough, but to cause a commotion of this scale? This was comparable to the Great Sages of the Heavenly Demon Royal Court!

But on the other hand...

"If it really is the Venerable One, then that's fantastic!"

After all, he had already prepared himself to bide his time, patiently waiting a dozen years for the reincarnated Venerable One to grow up before they went out and slaughtered their way across the world.

But from the looks of it, the Venerable One was already soaring into the heavens!

The more Yuan Sheng thought about it, the more unbearable his anticipation became. Yet he did not dare casually approach Wang Ping's cave. All he could do was scratch his ears and cheeks in anxious excitement as he watched the natural phenomenon unfold.

Meanwhile, inside the cave.

"Hoo..."

Wang Ping let out a long breath. Feeling the surging magic power within his dantian, a profound sense of relief—of having suffered and finally reaped the rewards—welled up in his heart. He almost wanted to throw his head back and roar.

It hadn't been easy!

Only at this exact moment could he be considered a true cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending First Layer. He had finally stepped through the gates of the Immortal Dao, leaving behind the days of being an independent cultivator rolling in the mud.

Endless magic power surged through his muscles, skin, bones, and internal organs. It fiercely pushed his physical body to evolve into a higher-tier life form. Wang Ping had witnessed firsthand just how strong this level of vitality could be—Daoist Nun You and Kongzhi were prime examples.

Strictly speaking, this was another complete qualitative evolution of his physical body!

"From the martial path until now, who else has undergone three consecutive qualitative evolutions like me? Even an Immortal Gate True Transmission like Daoist Nun You probably couldn't match my raw physical strength, right?"

Wang Ping's eyes began to shine.

He could feel the power.

An unparalleled strength—far exceeding the peak of his Martial Dao Grandmaster Rank—continuously poured forth. In this single moment, the Immortal Dao and the martial path achieved perfect unity.

At this thought, Wang Ping looked down at his own hand.

He raised it high and forcefully squeezed it into a fist toward the sky!

"Crack!"

Instantly, the sheer speed of his closing fingers broke the sound barrier. A terrifying power howled in his palm, expanding into a visible, explosive shockwave.

At the same time, countless fine cracks spiderwebbed across the ground beneath his feet.

Stamping across the Three Mountains, roaming the Five Peaks, resenting the heavens for having no handle to pull, and resenting the earth for having no ring to lift!

Pushed to the absolute limits of speed and power, Wang Ping's infant body grew amidst a series of cracking, popping explosions, expanding into the form of a full-grown adult in mere moments.

And that was just his physical body.

What thrilled Wang Ping even more was that, with his magic power cultivated, the five spells he had mastered finally received their missing piece, instantly reaching absolute perfection!

Qi Restriction, making him invulnerable to swords and spears!

Soul Seizing, to snatch away the seven mortal souls!

Soul Pursuing, to track and hunt the three ethereal souls!

False Form, granting endless transformations!

Great Strength, bestowing boundless divine might!

As the five spells circulated simultaneously, Wang Ping calmly raised his hand. His palm rapidly shifted, transforming into a cute squirrel standing on his wrist in the blink of an eye.

The squirrel's eyes darted with lively intelligence, as if it had a mind of its own. It even scurried off his wrist, ran up his shoulder, and nuzzled against his cheek before returning to its spot. Then it shifted again—into a blooming flower, a butterfly bursting from its chrysalis, and finally back into his perfectly whole hand.

This was exactly the transformation magic of the False Form!

It was absolute freedom. As long as he used his magic power to memorize the target's Qi signature beforehand, he could assume their exact form—identical inside and out!

Furthermore, Wang Ping's eyes had undergone a mutation.

His pupils changed—his left eye reflected a stark white light, while his right eye swam in pitch-black gloom. They swirled like yin and yang fish, manifesting the sheer power of the Soul Seizing and Soul Pursuing spells.

This meant he no longer needed to actively cast a spell. With a single glance, he could effortlessly hunt and rip out another person's soul, directly striking the vital depths of their sea of consciousness.

At the same time, a colorless, formless, yet entirely tangible layer of True Qi draped over his skin. It was the absolute defense generated by Qi Restriction, making him utterly invulnerable to mortal weapons!

Not to mention the inexhaustible divine power roaring through his veins.

This was an ultimate life form, one that could only be forged by perfectly merging the Immortal Dao and the martial path.

"Just how strong am I right now?"

Wang Ping blinked, genuinely unsure of his own limits. He walked out of the cave, instantly greeted by the rising morning sun as it scattered the dark night.

A fierce wind whipped past him.

Since he had been an infant just moments ago and was now a full-grown man, he was only wearing a loincloth. The cloth flapped wildly in the howling wind beneath the sun.

Almost at the same time, a long, piercing howl echoed from the depths of Mount Tianzhu. It sounded like an angry ape roaring, or perhaps a primal call summoning something.

"Hmm?" Wang Ping looked back.

Moments later, Yuan Sheng came stumbling and scrambling toward him, his face twisted in ecstatic joy. "It's the Totem Pillar! The Totem Pillar of our Six-Eared Clan has awakened!"

"Totem Pillar..."

Wang Ping sifted through his memories and quickly found the answer. In short, it's a legacy artifact that can only be left behind by a lineage that once produced a Great Sage.

It's basically the equivalent of a divine weapon from Great Shun.

As for why he had triggered the Totem Pillar's resonance, Wang Ping easily connected the dots. Breaking through most likely stimulated the Six-Eared Clan bloodline in my body.

He certainly did not mind.

In the Heavenly Demon Royal Court, every clan's bloodline was essentially equivalent to an innate, natural spell. The stronger the bloodline, the more powerful the spell.

Therefore, starting off with the Six-Eared Clan's bloodline was like being gifted a brand new spell out of thin air. Considering the clan's noble standing in the Royal Court, this spell would not be any weaker than the ones he had already mastered... But what was even better was the massive opportunity Wang Ping saw in this.

My False Form can mimic bloodlines!

If I can use my magic power to record the bloodline Qi signatures of all the major clans in the Royal Court, I can use False Form to transform into them.

What would happen then?

Unless he was entirely mistaken, he would likely be able to use the single False Form spell to shift shapes and unleash the countless bloodline spells of the Heavenly Demon Royal Court!

Now that is a true stroke of providence!

Although he did not lack spells at the moment, he obviously would not say no to more.

Overjoyed by the realization, Wang Ping's thoughts drifted back to the source of everything—Master Kongzhi, who had been so incredibly generous to him right before they parted.

I wonder how many Kongzhis I could beat up right now?

Wang Ping eagerly cracked his knuckles.

At a conservative estimate, I'd definitely win in a head-on fight against him. I might even be able to trade blows directly with an Immortal Gate True Transmission like Daoist Nun You.

Plus, I now possess a true spiritual root.

I've met practically every strict requirement. Given enough time, if Daoist Nun You can sit in the seat of an Immortal Gate True Transmission, why can't I?

It'll be mine sooner or later!