Mysterious mirror hanging high

"died?"

Jing Yu and others stared blankly at the dead top of Xiyue Peak, where there was no sign of any living creature at all.

They all couldn't believe that the master of chess, who had planned everything, would die like this, but the facts were clearly before them, and they couldn't help but believe it.

Moreover, even the spiritual clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate!

"Alas, what a pity... Songfeng Pavilion has lost another Divine Transformation Seed."

A Divine Transformation cultivator hidden in the void sighed.

Another vague and incomprehensible voice echoed at this moment: "From the beginning, I knew it wouldn't work... Why don't you follow the noble and righteous path of [Five Elements Yin and Yang], and choose some messed-up rules instead?"

"Even the most stable physical properties, the [Five Elements Yin and Yang], might not be achieved, let alone such an unconventional move... Yang Dingfeng is still used to being a cunning strategist, and even his path to enlightenment is unconventional."

The face of the Grand Master of Songfeng Pavilion [Qi Tianhua] turned pale. What the two Divine Transformation cultivators said made sense. In addition, the other party was also a righteous Heavenly Monarch, so he really couldn't get angry.

"Husband!"

Xu Baiwei could no longer care about anything and quickly flew to the top of Xiyue Peak. She stared blankly at the pool of rotten flesh in front of her which was a mixture of filth, blood and bone fragments. She carefully picked up a part of it, closed her eyes, and shed a crystal clear tear.

"Alas... what bad luck! They say that becoming a Divine Being is a great opportunity for a cultivator. I came all the way here, but who knew that instead of getting the opportunity, I ended up getting into trouble."

An old Qigong cultivator, covered in filth, wounds all over his body, with gray hair and sunken eye sockets, sighed and boarded the Taixu Tower ship for the return trip. He seemed to have accepted his bad luck and looked lonely.

There were many lower cultivators who left with the old cultivator. They all intended to take advantage of the opportunity created by Yang Dingfeng's genius. However, not only did they suffer from injuries, but their lifespans were also shortened by several months. Naturally, they did not dare to stay here any longer and left in a hurry.

But there are still some who grit their teeth and say: "Maybe there will be a reversal? We are already at the bottom, no matter how we go, it will go up!"

"What a ridiculous reversal... Let's go now... I'm going back to the sect to ask a teacher with the same skills as me to heal me. Maybe I can even recover the foundation I've lost here..."

"Damn it! I didn't get to see the fun, and my life span was slashed by half a month for nothing. I'm so pissed off."

Wen Rennuo cursed and turned to Xiao Shihua, "Brother Shihua, why are we still standing here? That sickly guy has turned into a pile of rotten meat..."

Xiao Shihua smiled faintly at this time: "No rush...it's not over yet."

"Huh?" Wen Rennuo was slightly stunned.

The thick spiritual clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and a ray of sunlight shone through, falling just right on Xu Baiwei's fair skin and the rotten flesh that she held in her palm.

I saw the lifeless mass of rotten flesh trembling slightly, and the cracked rotten skin on the surface peeled off inch by inch like a dry riverbed, revealing a touch of jade-like green underneath.

It was a young sprout.

It is as thin as a hair, but it stubbornly breaks through the dirty soil and stretches its leaves towards the skylight.

An emerald-like luster flows between the leaf veins, each line seems to be breathing, and each stretch stirs the silent inspiration between heaven and earth.

"This is..." Xu Baiwei held her breath, her fingertips trembling unconsciously.

The tender buds grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, branches and leaves sprouted, and a flower bud bulged on the stem.

The flower bud slowly opened, and the layers of petals looked like they were carved from the finest spiritual jade. A thumb-sized Nascent Soul was curled up in the center of the flower, and the whole body was crystal clear. The outline of Yang Dingfeng could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows and eyes.

The moment the Nascent Soul opened its eyes, the entire flower shattered and turned into light spots all over the sky that merged into the Nascent Soul's body.

The small body grew against the wind, and in an instant it returned to Yang Dingfeng's original appearance - but at this moment, he was surrounded by a layer of hazy light, and there was no longer any haze between his brows, but instead revealed a calmness that transcended life and death.

"Only through the cycle of life and death can one find the beginning and the end."

He spoke softly, his voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

As he finished speaking, a powerful vitality swept out from his body, like a spring breeze blowing across the earth.

The stains on the bodies of those monks who were stained by filth melted away like ice and snow.

The poisoned person's purple-black face quickly returned to a rosy red.

People who were suffering from illnesses suddenly felt light all over and their illnesses were gone.

The cultivator whose life span had just been shortened was pleasantly surprised to find that his white hair had turned black, his wrinkles had smoothed out, and even the bottleneck in his cultivation seemed to be loosening!

"My magic sword?"

A sword cultivator looked at his magic sword in disbelief. It was originally stained and corroded. Now the sword was as bright and clean as new, and there was even an unprecedented spiritual charm flowing on the sword edge.

"My old cold legs are completely healed!" A monk laughed and jumped on the spot.

"Oh, why are there no wrinkles on my face?" A middle-aged female cultivator took out a bronze mirror and kept observing herself in the mirror, smiling happily.

Above the sky, the spiritual clouds that had originally dispersed gathered again, but this time, what emanated from the clouds was no longer oppressive darkness, but a vibrant emerald green glow.

Wherever the rosy glow passed, grass and trees grew wildly, dead trees came back to life, and even clusters of spiritual flowers emerged from the cracks in the rocks on the top of Mount Xiyue, which were corroded by blood and tears.

Yang Dingfeng stood in the air, his clothes fluttering, and seven phantoms of acupoints vaguely appeared behind him - five of them were filled with the gloomy aura of filth, poison, disease, injury and decline, while the last two were one black and one white, one death and one life, the cycle of life and death, over and over again.

"I see……"

Jing Yu suddenly realized, "The first five laws extinguish life, but the last two are the [Law of Death] and the [Law of Life]! To be reborn from the brink of death... to be destroyed and then to be rebuilt—this is his way to becoming a god!"

Xiao Shihua clapped his hands and smiled, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Using five fatal disasters as fuel to ignite the fire of life and death... Yang Dingfeng, this game you played was truly brilliant."

Wenren Nuo opened his mouth wide, and after a long while he managed to utter, "Fuck you... this sickly ghost actually became a consumptive?!"

At this time, many monks had already left, and some monks who had not gone far felt changes in their bodies, but because they were too far away, they only recovered a little. Now they hurried back, but the vitality had already dissipated, making them beat their chests and stamp their feet.

Although Yang Dingfeng's body was completely destroyed at this time, a Divine Transformation cultivator could exist independently in the Nascent Soul form. He no longer had the sickly and gloomy look of the Nascent Soul stage. Instead, he looked full of vitality, with a touch of warmth between his brows.

He took Xu Baiwei's slender jade hand, flew out of Xiyue Peak under the skylight, and his voice spread throughout the fields:

"Yang Dingfeng of Songfeng Pavilion, today you have achieved divine enlightenment and have reached the state of Divine Transformation... Thank you all fellow Taoists for coming to watch the ceremony!"

At this time, except for the few Transformation Gods present, the other cultivators all looked solemn, bowed to the wise Yang Dingfeng, and chanted in unison:

"Greetings to the Heavenly Lord Qi! We congratulate the Heavenly Lord on his divine enlightenment and his imminent ascension!"