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

The altar's surface is as smooth as a mirror, seemingly untouched by time. Only a faint, ancient aura evokes awe. In the sunlight, the altar's edges gleam softly, as if inlaid with a golden fringe, adding a touch of sacredness and solemnity. Its presence seems to have transcended the passage of time, quietly recounting ancient legends and mysteries. Every time one stands before this altar, one feels an invisible power, as if transported through time and space, conversing with ancient spirits. Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the altar, as if nature is painting a vivid picture on this sacred site. Every detail is exquisite, as if painstakingly crafted by artisans, and every corner bears the traces of history and time.

Standing before this circular altar, one feels as if transported back in time to an ancient and mysterious era. Every stone, every ray of sunlight, every whisper of wind tells a story of faith, heritage, and eternity. At this moment, the soul experiences an unprecedented tranquility and purification, as if the entire world has paused.

"Nianniao, what exactly is this altar?" As soon as Shan Zhizhi's eyes fell on the altar, he immediately realized its extraordinaryness, as if a mysterious power was flowing in it.

"I once discovered this in a mysterious secret place in Xuanming Continent." Ying Li explained slowly, with a hint of pride in her voice. It was obvious that this altar had a special meaning to her.

The expedition team members were already filled with endless curiosity about the alternate dimension, and after hearing Ying Ni's words, they couldn't wait to take action. They pulled out their cameras, capturing every detail of the altar from all angles. They even activated the drone overhead to record, ensuring that no place might hide secrets.

As night slowly fell, the stars in the sky began to appear and disappear, flickering faintly in the darkness. At this mysterious moment, the ancient altar seemed particularly solemn. Candlelight flickered gracefully in the breeze, illuminating Ying Ni's resolute and devout figure. She stood at the center of the altar, as if merging with this ancient land, becoming a guardian.

The air was filled with a faint aroma, the unique scent of an ancient ritual, both mysterious and solemn. It felt like a call from the ancient past, awakening the most primal memories within. Countless runes and totems surrounded the altar, like sleeping dragons, waiting to be awakened. Each rune shimmered faintly, as if telling of ancient legends and secrets.

Ying Ni's fingers gently brushed over each rune, her movements filled with reverence and awe. She knew these runes and totems were more than just decorations; they carried ancient wisdom and power.

Ying Ni wore a black and gold robe, delicately embroidered with patterns that resembled twinkling stars in the night sky. The hem of her robe swayed gently in the breeze, like a touch of brightness in the night, adding a touch of mysterious brilliance to the darkness. Her eyes were deep and resolute, as if they could see through all the falsehoods of the world, gleaming with wisdom. In her hand, she clutched a staff transformed from her natal magical instrument, the Nine Nether Cold Jade Soul-Calming Flute. The staff radiated a faint blue light, like the brightest star in the night sky.

This staff is not only the bridge that connects her with the world, but also the source of her strength. Her figure stands tall and straight in the night, like an unshakable mountain, standing firm despite wind and rain.

Ying Ni carefully placed the puppet and the soul-nourishing wood bearing Emperor Xin's spirit in the center of the altar. Her expression was solemn, as if she were performing a sacred ritual. As she chanted the ancient incantation, the entire altar seemed to tremble slightly, as if sensing some mysterious power.

"With my blood, I sacrifice your soul; with my heart, I bear your aspirations!" Ying Ni's voice echoed across the empty altar, filled with determination. She suddenly opened her eyes, a gleam of resolve in them. With a gentle wave of the staff, the tip pierced her palm, and a drop of bright red blood slowly dripped onto the center of the altar.

The drop of blood seemed to possess life, rapidly absorbed by the surrounding runes. The moment the runes came into contact with the blood, they erupted in a dazzling red light, like a brilliant ruby ​​gleaming in the darkness. The red light gradually spread, forming brilliant streaks of light that shot straight into the sky, threatening to dye the very air a blood-red.

The entire altar, illuminated by the red light, appeared even more mysterious and solemn. The air around them was filled with an ancient and sacred aura, as if time had stood still at this moment. Ying Ni stood at the center of the altar, her gaze determined, as if she were waiting for some miracle to occur.

In the glow of the crimson light, a heroic figure clad in armor, wielding a halberd, slowly emerged. It was the spirit of Emperor Xin! His eyes were filled with unyielding determination, as if ready to return to the battlefield for another battle. His armor gleamed metallically against the crimson glow, and the halberd, clenched in his hand, seemed to condense boundless power. Though his figure was blurry, his aura was undeniable, like a god of war descending from the depths of history, ready to plunge once again into the fiercest battle.

"I am Emperor Xin, the Emperor of the World!" A roar that shook the heavens and the earth erupted from the blazing red light. The sound was so loud that it seemed as if even the air around it was shaking, as if even the heavens and the earth were moved by this roar.

Ying Ni stood on this land shrouded in red light, feeling this immensely powerful will, her heart filled with deep awe and uncontrollable excitement. She understood that at this moment, she was undertaking more than just a simple spirit-entombment ritual; she was infusing new hope and strength into this weathered land and this ancient and great nation.

As Emperor Xin's spirit gradually merged with the puppet, Ying Ni realized she had achieved some success, but the mission wasn't yet complete. A complex mix of emotions filled her heart: a sense of accomplishment, yet also a fear of the uncertain future. She knew that every step forward was crucial, and she couldn't afford to neglect even the slightest bit.

"Niannian, how's it going?" Shan Zhizhi eagerly handed over the food, his eyes filled with concern. Yingnian didn't care about the taste of the food. She knew she had just expended a lot of soul power and needed to replenish her energy. She took the food and chewed it quickly while answering Shan Zhizhi's questions.

"Well, now... we just have to wait... wait for the right moment." Ying Ni answered Dan Zhizhi's question while eating, a hint of fatigue in her voice. She knew that the wait that followed would be a long and tense one.

After a quick meal, Ying Xuan finally stopped, feeling her strength returning. She then pulled spirit stones from her storage bag and arranged a spirit gathering array around herself. This array would help her better absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, preparing her for the impending thunder tribulation.

"Uncle Shan, I will give it my all in the next thunder tribulation, and I may not be able to take care of you then." Ying Li said to Shan Zhizhi seriously, "For your safety, please go to the opposite mountain as soon as possible, otherwise the thunder tribulation may also involve you." Her eyes were full of determination, as if telling Shan Zhizhi that she was ready to face the challenge.