Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

By perusing various classical jade scrolls within the Sumeru Ring, Zhao Sheng speculated that the key to the "second unification of essence, energy, and spirit" lay in the fusion of the Primordial Spirit, Mana, and Primordial Cell Will.

This speculation was not unfounded, as Min Jue had repeatedly emphasized this in his insight jade scrolls.

The number of primordial cells within the human body is immeasurable, but one can imagine that this number must be astronomical.

Zhao Sheng at this time could not yet determine to what extent the fusion must reach to meet the breakthrough standard, after all, he had just barely reached the early stage of Divinity Transformation, still far from the peak by a long distance.

After deducing a fairly clear path forward, he no longer had any doubts about cultivation after reaching the Divinity Transformation Realm, his mind as clear as a mirror.

Zhao Sheng meticulously recorded all of his deductions into a jade scroll, to later place it in the Scripture Pavilion of the Divine Dragon Valley, serving as the foundation of the family.

Half a day later, a flash of light suddenly passed through, and the pile of jade scrolls on the ground instantly vanished into thin air.

Zhao Sheng waved his right hand again, and suddenly three jade-white pill bottles and two fist-sized, spiritual-energy-soaked top-grade Spirit Stones appeared on the ground.

With a thought, a perfectly round elixir pill flew out of the bottle and fell into his mouth, while the two top-grade Spirit Stones flew into his hands.

Zhao Sheng closed his eyes, the spirit stones in his hands suddenly bloomed with blazing spirit light, and vast, pure spiritual energy poured in like a flood.

In the blink of an eye, two jade veins slowly "breathed" at his nose, his whole body glowing from faint to intense, along with the dull roaring from inside his body, large areas of misty spirit clouds quickly coalesced and emerged, gradually enveloping his figure...

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In cultivation, there is no concept of time, and arduous cultivation makes one forget the years!

The Ascension Platform felt cold and lonely, and during the retreat and meditation for healing, half a year had unknowingly passed.

That day, Zhao Xuanjing strode to the front of a cloud mist filled with a faint fragrance, suddenly waved his hand to drive out a hidden flow, dispersing the mist before him, revealing a floating, cross-legged figure.

Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Zhao Xuanjing's solemn face, a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

Seeing this, he immediately wrapped up his practice, flashed, and landed in front of the ancestor, asking, "Ancestor, might there be something requiring my involvement?"

Zhao Xuanjing nodded, saying in a deep voice, "Indeed! There is currently a troublesome affair that requires you to make an appearance. If not for the fact that this old man needs to guard the Ascension Platform without leaving an inch, I wouldn't interrupt your practice and healing."

Zhao Sheng spoke earnestly, "Ancestor, there's no need for this. Qiong Tian is also a part of the Southern Sky Zhao Family. It is only right to contribute to the family without hesitation! Please feel free to instruct me with anything."

"Good, now you must immediately set off for Flying Immortal City, as the Central Continent Alliance is holding a secret meeting recently. This old man worries that someone might use this conference to make trouble for our family, hence you're dispatched to stabilize the situation."

As he said this, Zhao Xuanjing took out a Ba Xia mask from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Sheng.

Upon seeing this mask, Zhao Sheng immediately laughed.

This Ba Xia mask was precisely the symbol of the Zhao's Secret Department leader, and he was very familiar with it.

Zhao Sheng slowly put the mask on his face, playfully saying, "I understand! This time, I'll have a good play with them."

Zhao Xuanjing nodded, "Yes, the discretion is yours, go ahead!"

Soon after, a golden stream of light suddenly flew out from the Ascension Platform, dashing rapidly towards the northeastern part of Central Continent along the boundary membrane.

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The eastern part of Central Continent, Heavenly Burial Plain.

Endless dark dense clouds covered the heavenly curtain, an icy wind with a thick stench of blood howled across the land, rolling up boundless gray-black evil mist, rushing into the clouds, and instantly, the world was shrouded in endless gloom, making it hard to distinguish between day and night.

After a long time, the cold wind gradually subsided, and the pervasive gloom slightly dispersed.

At this time, looking down from the sky, one could see an expansive and desolate land below, charred and covered in blood, with countless bleached bones scattered in the earth, and foul-smelling bodies lying around, seemingly unattended.

Under the shroud of evil mist, one could vaguely see numerous corpse mounds sitting distantly on the vast land, each exuding an overwhelming and terrifying aura.

Countless zombie demon ghosts roamed freely among the mountainous terrain, often gathering together with dense crowds of Yin Soul ghost objects.

At the end of this land crawling with corpse ghosts, a long, winding Great Wall shining with golden light stood majestically, its ramparts heavy and imposing, resembling an endless massive mountain from afar.

Beyond this endless Great Wall, on the ground lay thousands of gigantic high towers.

These fortress towers stood at least a hundred feet tall, with sheer vertical walls, their surfaces smooth and unscalable, each with dark black openings scattered across, from which protruded barrels as thick as waists, appearing ominous and menacing.

Viewed from afar, all the fortress towers seemed to be arranged in a specific formation, like a rare high-level array.

Above this tower forest, it appeared extremely busy, with cloud boat spaceships of various shapes emerging and descending from the clouds, each filled with a strong sense of urgency, either unloading supplies and personnel quickly in front of a tower and then swiftly departing; or taking away wounded and corpses, whistling back to the rear base; or fiercely crossing the Great Wall, charging into enemy territory ahead...

A thousand miles beyond the fortress tower forest, a magnificent and grand Immortal City hovered quietly above the clouds, its vast city area casting a large shadow on the ground under the sunlight.