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

As Emperor Xin's soul gradually merged into the puppet, Ying Ni accelerated the speed of the operation of the martial arts.

The sky gradually darkened, and dark clouds, as black as ink, rolled and gathered on one side of the sky, as if foreshadowing the wrath of the gods. Thunder rumbled faintly, brewing deep in the clouds, like the low roar of an ancient beast, foreshadowing the impending catastrophe.

The moment Emperor Xin and the puppet merged into one, Ying Ni stopped practicing. She quickly formed hand seals, concentrating the remaining aura of Emperor Yan in Shennongjia onto the altar.

The wind suddenly grew violent, sweeping up dust and fallen leaves from the ground into swirling columns of wind that raged through the air. Trees swayed, branches and leaves fluttered, as if even nature itself trembled, dreading the impending thunderstorm.

Lightning began to flicker within the dark clouds. At first, it was only a few occasional flashes, like the brightest stars in the night sky. But as time passed, the lightning grew more intense and dazzling, illuminating the entire sky like daylight. Each flash of lightning was accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder, as if the gods were roaring in anger, announcing the arrival of a thunderstorm.

"I, Emperor Xin, bear witness before the gods and Buddhas of heaven, and solemnly swear an oath to sign a contract with Wei Chengrong. From now on, we will face life and death together, and walk hand in hand through every twist and turn of fate. We will become indispensable to each other's lives, and through good times and bad, we will never leave each other and bear the burden together. If I, Emperor Xin, ever break this oath, I am willing to accept the most severe punishment. May my soul be reduced to ashes, never to reincarnation, and forever disappear in this endless universe."

At the moment before the thunder tribulation came, Emperor Xin's soul seemed to be awakened. He stood between heaven and earth and read out the oath of the contract in a loud voice. Every word was full of determination and strength.

Meanwhile, in the distant capital, another oath-maker, Wei Chengrong, swore a similar oath, witnessed by the gods and Buddhas. Wei Chengrong's voice echoed through the ancient palace, his oath echoing with Emperor Xin's, as if two hearts resonated across endless time and space. Wei Chengrong also pledged that if he broke this oath, he would be annihilated, unable to reincarnate, and endure endless pain and torment.

Witnessed by this contract, the two signers of this oath will face the future together. No matter how difficult and arduous the road ahead, they will move forward hand in hand, meeting every challenge together. This contract is not only a commitment to each other, but also a solemn declaration to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens. They will dedicate their lives to fulfilling this oath, forever.

A brilliant ray of light streaked across the sky like a rainbow, announcing the official signing of their vow. At that moment, the thunderstorm in the sky seemed to weaken by a factor of three, as if shaken by the unwavering commitment. Ying Ni gazed at the weakening thunderstorm, a surge of joy welling in her heart, realizing that she would finally no longer have to face the dreaded test of the heavenly tribulation.

"As expected, we did it." Ying Ni looked at the weakening thunder tribulation, a surge of joy in her heart, realizing that she no longer had to face the dreaded test of the heavenly tribulation. "Emperor Xin, the thunder tribulation has weakened. Now you have to rely on yourself to get through it," she reminded him.

Emperor Xin cast a resolute gaze at Ying Ni, then summoned the Human Emperor Sword, its tip pointing skyward as if to challenge the heavens and the earth for supremacy. The moment Emperor Xin nodded in agreement, Ying Ni, wielding the sword's light, sped like a flash toward the mountain where Shan Zhizhi lay. Her figure traced a graceful arc through the air, as if announcing their victory.

The power of the thunder tribulation continued to gather, as if all the energy in the universe had converged into an unstoppable force. Finally, after a long wait, the first flash of lightning, like a sword tearing through the sky, carried unparalleled might, like an enraged dragon, roaring down from the sky and striking the earth. In that instant, the entire world seemed to tremble, as if unable to withstand this overwhelming force. The tremendous roar shook the heart, instilling both unease and awe.

Before Emperor Xin could react, a second, a third, and countless bolts of lightning descended one after another, weaving through the air into a vast web of lightning, enveloping everything between heaven and earth, as if to hold the entire world in its grasp. Like raging dragons, these lightning bolts raged through the sky with a deafening roar. Each bolt carried destructive force, seemingly capable of ripping through space and reducing everything that stood in its way to ash. The dazzling light of the lightning web was blinding, impossible to gaze upon. The entire world seemed so small and fragile beneath this endless thunder and lightning. Emperor Xin stood there, feeling the powerful surge of energy, and a sense of awe welled up in his heart. He knew this was more than just a natural storm, but a judgment from heaven and earth, and perhaps he was just a tiny speck of dust in this judgment.

Lightning continued to rage across the sky, each strike carrying the power of destruction and rebirth, as if heralding the end of an old world and the birth of a new one. In this catastrophe between heaven and earth, Emperor Xin felt unprecedented pressure, yet, baptized by this power, his soul experienced a strange purification and sublimation. After the thunderstorm, the sky gradually returned to calm, the dark clouds dissipated, revealing a long-lost blue sky. At this moment, a fresh and mysterious aura permeated the air, like nature's purest nectar, quietly descending.

The spiritual rain arrived unexpectedly. Unlike ordinary rain, each drop was crystal clear, imbued with the spiritual energy and vitality of heaven and earth. Gently falling upon the scorched earth, it instantly nourished all living things, bringing the parched land to life. Trees sprouted tender green buds, and flowers swayed in the rain, bursting into a dazzling display of color.

Emperor Xin rapidly absorbed the spiritual rain that fell from the sky, as if these miraculous drops possessed incredible healing powers. Nourished by the spiritual rain, his body's once severely damaged wounds healed at a visible rate, even the wounds deep within his soul were completely repaired. Furthermore, his soul, bathed in the spiritual rain, became even more condensed, as if undergoing a complete transformation, becoming more resilient and powerful than before.

Meanwhile, on the opposite peak, the cultivators in the expedition team also felt the miraculous power of the spiritual rain. They each chose a suitable spot, sat cross-legged, and began to absorb the spiritual rain from the sky with complete concentration. They knew that such an opportunity was rare; the spiritual rain would not only heal their injuries but also elevate their cultivation, allowing them to further advance on their path. So, they closed their eyes and focused on directing the power of the spiritual rain, integrating it into their bodies and souls, hoping that, nourished by the spiritual rain, they would achieve greater breakthroughs and progress.