Mysterious mirror hanging high

"I hope she can succeed. As long as she builds up her immortal foundation, even if her spiritual energy is exhausted, at least the increased lifespan will not disappear, and she will still have another three hundred years of freedom."

Chen Anping sighed, "It's a pity that our small world is not the [present world], so we can only stop at the foundation-building stage and have no hope of achieving the golden elixir..."

Chen Anping's words revealed deep regret, as if he was still brooding over it.

The two of them are now at the absolute highest level in Dali, and have learned many secrets. Naturally, they know that Jing Yu is actually a "man of destiny" who has gained experience from outer space, and they also know that the "Dali" where they are is just a small world used for "trials".

Zhao Cang was quite open-minded about this: "My talent is not as good as yours, Imperial Master. I am already quite content to be able to enjoy three hundred years of freedom. Besides, even in the world where you are teaching, aren't there still large numbers of mortals who cannot embark on the path to immortality? Compared to them, we cultivators who have built our immortal foundation in this small world are already very lucky."

Chen Anping glanced at Zhao Cang: "You have a good heart..."

At this time, the spiritual clouds in the sky gradually turned into the color of jade. Seeing this, the two looked delighted: "Condensing essence into jade, the immortal jade liquid! Partridge is almost done!"

"Okay, another foundation-building cultivator."

A joyful voice suddenly sounded in their ears. They turned their heads at the same time and saw Jing Yu, dressed in a gray robe, walking towards them with a happy face.

"Disciple Zhao Cang (Chen Anping) pays homage to the instructor!" The two men looked stern and bowed down.

"No thanks." Jing Yu waved his hand.

He has been recruiting many disciples and spreading the Taoist tradition in Dali over the years. He was originally qualified to be the master of all Xuanjing disciples, but he did not want to be too involved in the cause and effect of these masters and disciples. He did not even accept nominal disciples, and did not allow Chen Anping and others to call him "Master". Instead, he always called him "Teacher" to weaken the cause and effect connection between them.

Not long after, the spiritual clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, and the door of the retreat room was gently pushed open, and a thin young woman walked out.

"Quail, congratulations on building an immortal foundation and becoming a foundation-building cultivator!" Jing Yu nodded with a smile.

Wang Queqiao, who had just broken through, was very excited. When he saw Jing Yu, he knelt on the ground with a plop. He kowtowed three times to Jing Yu and said with tears in his eyes:

"I, the Partridge, was born in a humble family, a mere thief. Fortunately, I was taught and guided by the Master, and was able to embark on the path to immortality. Now that I have established my foundation, I will never be able to repay the Immortal's kindness even if I die!"

Jing Yu carefully observed Wang Queqiao, and gradually formed a judgment in his heart: "Ten years is too short after all. It is not enough time to carefully cultivate cultivation and hone the foundation. The quality of the immortal foundation is mediocre, and it is difficult to achieve greatness."

Then he turned to look at Chen Anping and sighed secretly: "What a pity for Chen Anping... Not only did he successfully establish his foundation in the seventh year of the spiritual energy revival, but his foundation is also extremely solid, almost comparable to the current world's geniuses."

"If he were to be allowed to enter the mortal world, his future achievements might not be inferior to those of the Three Pavilions and Six Paths..."

"Even if I stay in Dali, if I can continue to get spiritual energy, I can still get a high-grade golden elixir."

The [Immortal Jade Liquid] given by Heaven when building the foundation is essentially a variant of inspiration, without the involvement of the laws of heaven and earth. Therefore, there is no difference between building the foundation in the small world and in the real world.

But there is no [Purple Qi of Heaven] in the small world. No matter how amazing one is, the upper limit is only [Top Grade Pill].

Of course, there is another way for the geniuses in the small world, which is the [Flawless Golden Pill].

But if one wants to make a flawless pill, mere talent is no longer enough. Without a special method of making the pill, a profound background, and incredible luck, it is almost impossible to achieve.

During these ten years, Jing Yu naturally did not neglect his cultivation, but ten years was still too short. Even though the spiritual energy here was even richer than that of the current spiritual transformation temples, Jing Yu had only barely reached the late stage of foundation building, and was still a long way from forming a pill.

However, since there is no shortage of precious medicines for body refining in this world of Dali, Jing Yu has actually practiced the [Bitter Crossing Sutra] to the perfection of the [Second Level of the Alien Palace] over the years, and is only one opportunity away from breaking through to the [Third Level of the Alien Palace].

At this time, a beam of light fell into the courtyard, and it was Zhao Li, the founder of Dali.

"Senior Xuan Jing, the ten-year period is almost up. I have already followed your instructions and called back all the Xuan Jing disciples who are at the Foundation Establishment stage throughout the world. I am now waiting for you at the pulpit in the Xuan Jing Hall."

"it is good."

Jing Yu turned to Chen Anping and the other two and said, "Come with me."

Several people transformed into a beam of light, and the [Pulpit] arrived in an instant.

At this time, dozens of foundation-building monks with different appearances and auras were densely packed under the stone platform, and on both sides of the stone platform stood several old men with decayed auras.

Jing Yu landed on the stone platform, but saw all the foundation-building monks below prostrating themselves and saying loudly:

"Greetings, Master!"

The old monks on both sides of the stone platform also stood up from their seats and bowed to Jing Yu.

These old monks are the foundation-building monks who survived the last [Golden Age]. Now most of them are over 250 years old, and some are even 270 or 280 years old. They have only a few years left to live, which is in sharp contrast to the lively foundation-building monks under the stone platform.

At this time, Chen Anping, Zhao Cang, and Wang Queqiao also took their seats one after another. By the time Wang Queqiao sat at the last seat, there were exactly seventy-two [Xuan Jing Disciples] who had been promoted to the foundation-building stage in this [Prosperous Era] under the stone platform.

Looking at the seventy-two foundation-building monks below the stage, Jing Yu sighed with emotion:

"Unfortunately, ten years is still too short. Even with rich spiritual energy, various Taoist inheritances, and elixirs available, only seventy-two people have achieved foundation building..."

"Everyone."

Jing Yu looked around and slowly said, "The ten years of [Golden Era] are coming to an end. The exhaustion of spiritual energy is not far away. Your mana will gradually dry up until there is not a drop left."

"But the life span brought by the Foundation Establishment Realm will not be shortened. Among these dozens of you, more than half are masters of the Ultimate Realm. They are more than capable of protecting themselves in this world. Even if you haven't reached the Ultimate Realm, with the advanced body refining techniques I taught you, you can almost reach it in a few decades."

"All good things must come to an end, Xuan Jing...it's time to leave this place."

Chen Anping suddenly looked excited and asked, "Teacher, is it really impossible to achieve immortality in a small world?"

Jing Yu was slightly startled. "Perhaps one day, the spiritual energy here will no longer be depleted, and there might even be a glimmer of hope for immortality... But that's not something I can resolve."

Jing Yu faintly sensed a special calling. He knew he might soon have to leave this world. He sighed and said, "Everyone...see you again someday."

All the foundation-building monks below the sermon platform looked reluctant and said in unison:

"Teach..."

Suddenly, a bright light appeared above the pulpit, and a dazzling light fell down, covering Jing Yu.

When the daylight gradually faded, the pulpit was already empty. Where was Jing Yu?