The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

Tian Suanzi's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected that just after breaking through the Gold Sword Formation, he would fall into another, even more bizarre Wood Formation. He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and began to carefully observe the Wood Formation. He knew that only by understanding the principles of this formation could he find a way to break it.

Tian Suanzi forced himself to remain calm, despite being trapped within the formation and unable to use his compass for divination. Faced with this predicament, he reluctantly realized he would have to improvise and learn ancient methods for breaking the formation. He took a deep breath, immersed his mind within the formation, and carefully felt the flow of spiritual energy. He began to calculate along one path, attempting to find a way to break it. However, when his calculations turned out to be incorrect, he remained undeterred. Instead, he tried another path, repeating this process until he finally found the correct one. Then, he cast a rune, and with a loud bang, the formation shattered.

Immediately afterwards, Tian Suanzi's figure began to descend rapidly, landing in a vast ocean. In that instant, he suddenly realized that the formation was arranged according to the order of the Five Elements, their forces mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. Following the laws of the Five Elements, Tian Suanzi successively broke through the Water Formation, the Fire Formation, and the Earth Formation. With each formation, he felt spiritual energy surge within him, as if resonating with the power of the Five Elements. Finally, he fell into a chaotic space where the power of the Five Elements had reached a delicate balance. Tian Suanzi knew that only by finding this balance point could he truly break the formation. So, he once again calmed his mind, carefully sensing the flow of the Five Elements, trying to find that crucial balance.

Tian Suanzi stood alone, his figure appearing exceptionally small amidst this blur and chaos, yet revealing an unyielding will. All around him, endless darkness intertwined with bizarre colors, as if the most primal forces of heaven and earth collided and blended here, forming a scene both magnificent and heart-pounding.

Tian Suanzi closed his eyes tightly, gently raised his hands, and slowly traced his fingertips through the air, as if touching every inch of this chaotic space, sensing the subtle changes hidden within. In his heart, a firm belief burned—to find the legendary balance point, the singularity where chaos and order met, the key to breaking this chaos.

Wind seemed nonexistent in this chaotic space, yet Tian Suanzi could sense an invisible force coursing through it. It was the very breath of chaos itself, whispering its untold secrets. Guided by this force, he moved lightly between light and shadow, each step seemingly tracing the pulse of time, gradually syncing with the rhythm of the chaotic space.

Suddenly, Tian Suanzi paused, his eyes fluttering open, a glint of wisdom and resolve gleaming in them. He sensed, not far ahead, the purest, most stable energy fluctuations slowly spreading. It was the call of balance, the chaotic space's longing for order.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tian Suanzi flashed, transforming into a streak of light as he sped towards the equilibrium point. His speed grew faster and faster, as if he were about to completely tear apart this chaotic space. Finally, he launched a powerful punch. The blow, condensing all his wisdom and strength, instantly exploded in the chaotic space, transforming into a brilliant light that illuminated the entire darkness.

As the light spread, the chaotic space began to tremble violently, as if being pulled by an invisible force, gradually becoming orderly and stable. Tian Suanzi stood at the center of the light, a relieved smile on his face, for he knew that he had finally found the balance point and broken the chaos.

Tian Suanzi returned to the Netherworld, his feet firmly planted on the ground. Immediately, a ball of light appeared in the sky, slowly drifting toward his right eye and merging into it. Tian Suanzi gently stroked his right eye, a strange premonition welling up in his heart.

"Oh?" Ming whispered with a hint of surprise, "This little Taoist priest is really lucky. He actually obtained the Eye of Chaos." According to common sense, this kind of test is usually related to some kind of inheritance. He never expected that it was an innate treasure.

Ying Li also joined the conversation, commenting softly, "They are all leaders in their respective realms. The Heavenly Dao will naturally not let such people of great fortune fall easily. The passing of each person of great fortune weakens the power of the Heavenly Dao's rules." She continued, "The Heavenly Dao of China is even more shrewd. It was once able to seize the energy of the nascent Heavenly Dao. Now, to restore its strength, it has even sent down clones to the human world. Naturally, the Heavenly Dao will not let these people of great fortune fall easily."

"Didn't He also have a share of responsibility for your entry into the reincarnation?" Ming knew the inside story of Ying Ni's entry into the reincarnation. Now, hearing Ying Ni's tone, he was sure that the Heavenly Dao must have been involved in her entry into the reincarnation.

"That's fine. I simply didn't realize at the time that the demonic energy from the demons outside the domain could also erode the Heavenly Dao." Ying Li didn't want to delve into the topic any further. "I must admit that this environment did give Gu Qingxiao, the owner of the Strange Fire Spiritual Root, an advantage."

Ying Ni watched Gu Qingxiao's movements in the Nine Netherworlds as if he were inspecting his own territory. Meanwhile, Ming gazed into Gu Qingxiao's water mirror, noticing his younger generation's tireless search for the Ghost King.

Since parting ways with his companions, Gu Qingxiao has been wandering through the dark forest like a lone wolf, his only goal: the Ghost King. As night falls, moonlight filters through the sparse treetops, dappling his figure and casting a silver glow on his resolute face.

Whenever he encountered a Ghost King's domain, Gu Qingxiao would enter without hesitation, his eyes gleaming with a desire for battle. His steps were steady, each one seeming to contain boundless power, as if even the earth trembled beneath his feet.

Finally, during a late-night exploration, he sensed that familiar yet frightening aura—the aura of the Ghost King. Gu Qingxiao's eyes flashed with excitement, and he quickly drew his sword, his figure darting towards the direction of the aura like a ghost.

In a desolate valley, he finally encountered the Ghost King. The Ghost King was clad in a black robe, his face hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, revealing only a pair of deep eyes that shone with an eerie light. Gu Qingxiao showed no mercy, and with a flash of his body, he charged at the Ghost King.

However, the Ghost King, seeing Gu Qingxiao enter his territory and not retreat, felt his authority challenged. Upon seeing Gu Qingxiao's attack, he immediately unleashed a powerful attack. Black mist emanated from the Ghost King's body, transforming into ferocious ghost hands that attacked Gu Qingxiao. Gu Qingxiao snorted coldly and swung his sword. The sword flashed like a dragon, severing the ghost hands one by one.

But the Ghost King didn't give up. He flashed and instantly appeared behind Gu Qingxiao. With a wave of his hand, a black beam shot towards Gu Qingxiao's back. Gu Qingxiao reacted extremely quickly, rolling sideways to avoid the deadly beam. However, as he steadied himself, the Ghost King launched a new round of attacks.