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

In numerous Chinese myths, the vast expanse of the East China Sea, where the sky and the emerald waters blend in harmony, paints a magnificent natural landscape. In this mysterious land, an ancient and majestic pillar stands tall. It is not only an indispensable support between heaven and earth, but also the only pathway connecting heaven and earth, bearing countless legends and beautiful dreams.

The Pillar of Heaven towers majestically, reaching into the clouds. Wrapped in a shroud of ethereal mist, it appears and disappears, circling like a giant dragon, guarding this sacred realm. Its translucent body, as if carved from crystal, shimmers in the sunlight, emitting a dazzling light that illuminates the surrounding sea, making the once deep, dark waters seem to come alive, shimmering and glittering.

At night, when the stars twinkle, the Pillar of Heaven takes on a different look. Moonlight, like silver, gently falls on the pillar, casting a soft glow on it. Those fortunate enough to witness this scene at this time can see the top of the pillar connected to the stars, as if it were a messenger between heaven and earth, conveying messages and blessings from heaven to earth.

Beneath this pillar of heaven lies the turbulent East China Sea. Waves crash against the shore, creating a roaring sound like the sounds of nature, echoing with the occasional celestial music from the sky, forming a breathtaking symphony. Occasionally, seabirds fly over the surface, their clear and melodious cries adding a touch of vitality and vibrancy to this tranquil and mysterious scene.

Standing beneath the Pillar of Heaven, gazing up at the unreachable horizon, one cannot help but feel awe. Here, myth and reality intertwine, a harbor where dreams and hopes take flight. Whether mortal or celestial, all yearn to climb to the summit, to glimpse the mysteries of heaven and seek their own destiny.

Later, due to a fierce conflict between the human world and the heavenly court, the immortals worked together to destroy the Heavenly Pillar, successfully blocking humanity's attempt to use it to attack the heavens. The Heavenly Pillar, the only passage between heaven and earth, originally stood in a sacred place rich in spiritual energy. However, over thousands of years, coupled with the constant movement of the earth's crust, the location of the Heavenly Pillar has quietly shifted, slowly moving with the passage of time.

Ying Ni stood alone, the ground beneath her feet covered with the dust of time. Surrounded by abandoned, unfinished buildings, it felt as if time had stood still. The setting sun's afterglow faintly cast a faint golden glow over the ruins.

Her gaze passed through the weed-covered path, landing on the unfinished building frames. Bare steel bars, mottled concrete, each unfinished building stood like a forsaken giant, quietly telling of unfulfilled dreams and regrets. Ying Li's brow furrowed slightly, a wave of doubt rising in her heart. She wondered if she had misjudged the location; the scene was so different from her memory.

The wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness and a lingering whiff of the bustle and prosperity of the past. But now, there was only silence, a daunting stillness. Ying Ni took a deep breath, trying to catch a hint of familiarity in the air, but only the smell of dust and desolation filled her nostrils.

She took slow steps, each one weighing heavily. As Ying Li explored further, the outlines of the unfinished buildings gradually became clearer. Each building seemed to hold its own story, waiting to be heard. She paused, gazing at the tallest unfinished building before her. An inexplicable urge welled up within her. She wanted to ascend to the roof, to gaze down upon this forgotten land, to find the answers that belonged to her.

Ying Ni cast a spell, launching herself into the air. Standing on the rooftop, she had a panoramic view of the entire city. Although it was still a desolate place, Ying Ni felt an unprecedented sense of shock and power.

Ying Ni lightly waved her sleeve, gracefully summoning the Book of Fate and the Nine Nether Cold Jade Soul-Calming Flute. Under her intense gaze, the two instruments, as if responding to some mysterious call, flew off in unison in a specific direction.

Ying Ni followed closely behind, gracefully flying to a cliff overlooking the sea. As soon as she landed, the unique formation on the cliff suddenly activated, instantly enveloping Ying Ni completely.

"You're here!" A majestic yet gentle voice sounded softly in Ying Ni's ears.

Ying Ni was drawn into an alternate dimension. She stood calmly in the void, her eyes deep, seemingly piercing the endless darkness, fixed firmly on a dazzling radiance. There, a strange bead spun at an astonishing speed, releasing bursts of dazzling light. It was like the core of the universe, pulsating eternally, revealing endless mystery and power.

With each rotation of the bead, the surrounding space seemed to tremble slightly, as if even time had frozen. Ying Ni's heart was filled with shock and curiosity. She had never seen such a strange and powerful being before. However, what surprised her even more was that a figure suddenly emerged from the bead, as if stepping out of nothingness, carrying with it an indescribable majesty and holiness.

She peered closely, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up within her. That figure was all too familiar to her—Shang, the supreme deity who once held the fate of tens of thousands of lives in his grasp. Though her features were blurred, her otherworldly aura was unmistakable. Her eyes were deep and luminous, as if they could see through everything in the world. Her posture was upright and majestic, as if she were the most perfect being in the universe.

Ying Ni took a slow step forward. As she approached, the light emanating from the bead seemed even more dazzling. Shang's figure also became clearer, her eyes gleaming with wisdom and kindness.

In this gloomy and mysterious atmosphere, Ying Ni's eyes gleamed with a complex light. She hesitated to speak, her heart swirling with a thousand thoughts and emotions. At that moment, the air seemed filled with an ancient and profound aura, foreshadowing the extraordinary changes that were about to take place. Shang's graceful figure, like a faint shadow in the morning light, leisurely and contentedly merged into the dazzling pearl.

As Shang absorbed it, the bead gradually expanded in Ying Ni's eyes, growing ever larger until it filled her entire field of vision. It seemed to possess some mysterious power, capable of piercing all obstacles and reaching the deepest depths of the human heart. It entered through Ying Ni's brow, like the rising sun, carrying endless warmth and hope, plunging into the depths of her consciousness.

Ying Li's sea of ​​consciousness was originally a tranquil lake, calm and clear. However, with the incorporation of the pearl, this lake began to undergo an unprecedented transformation. No longer confined to its original form and scope, it surged like a river, spreading out into the vast expanse of heaven and earth. In this transformation, Ying Li's sea of ​​consciousness grew deeper and more vast, seemingly able to accommodate all things in the world and penetrate all truths.

At the same time, Ying Xuan inherited all of Shang's memories. These memories flooded back like a tide, drowning her in an endless stream of memories and emotions. It was as if she had personally experienced Shang's life, reliving her joys and sorrows, her sorrows and reunions. She witnessed Shang's bravery on the battlefield, his sadness in times of loneliness...