Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

Fifty years passed in the blink of an eye.

The Thousand Machines Army and the Demon Dragon Special Forces relied on their powerful combat capabilities and adopted the tactic of seizing people and resources instead of territory. The ten major sects were busy scheming and attacking each other and had no time to take care of other things, which allowed Nangong Yan and others to unknowingly gather a large amount of cultivation resources and seize a lot of talents with natural and special spiritual roots.

In the lifeless sea of ​​thunder in the Chaos Ocean, wind and rain intertwined, thunder and lightning roared, and a gigantic humanoid creature slowly emerged from the sea of ​​thunder, like the God of Thunder descending to the earth. A pair of thunder wings, covering the sky and the sun, flapped slightly, causing the sea of ​​thunder to violently churn. The God of Thunder held a ball in his hands against his chest, and a massive ball of lightning slowly spun between his hands. The ball contained devastating energy, as if the God of Thunder could annihilate any powerful enemy with just a casual throw.

"You're already in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. Now you can fight against a Spiritual Transformation Realm! Qian'er, are you okay?"

Liu Xing muttered to himself, his head held high as he stared into the void, thunder and fire roaring in his eyes. His eyeballs were as unfathomable as the realm of thunder, and just one look at them made people feel as if a nine-day thunderstorm had descended upon them.

The joy of the breakthrough did not dispel his inner anxiety. He was concerned about the safety of his beloved wife. The resources in the mortal world were limited. How could he maximize his strength and go to the upper realm to fight the witch for his life?

Liu Xing condensed his physical body back to normal and casually drew a formation in front of him. A small, short-distance teleportation lightning formation appeared before him. He stepped into it and instantly appeared thousands of miles away. The speed of this lightning escape technique was so fast that it was comparable to the spirit escape technique.

Aided by the Dragon Pill, Jiao Jiao successfully broke through to Level Nine, invigorating his dragon bloodline even more intensely. His flying speed and combat prowess rivaled his father, the Level Ten Demon King. Meanwhile, Pang Pang, within his sea of ​​consciousness, had finally broken through to Level Eight. The bubbles he exhaled had even greater protective power over his primordial spirit, allowing him to withstand a battle even against a spirit-transforming creature attempting to possess him. Liu Xing was delighted but also puzzled. Pang Pang hadn't successfully transformed, remaining a plump golden silkworm Gu, sleeping soundly within his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Maybe it's because the Golden Silkworm Gu King mutated?" Liu Xing could only guess this, but when he saw that Pang Pang's aura was even stronger and Bai Bai Pang Pang was healthy and without any sequelae, he was no longer worried.

Calling Jiao Jiao, the master and servant headed towards the Chaos Kingdom.

Years later, Liu Xing quietly returned to the Thousand Machine Sect. With his return, the morale of the Thousand Machine Army and the Demon Dragon Brigade soared, their tactics became more aggressive, and their efficiency in seizing resources increased dramatically. Liu Xing, utilizing the Chaos Tower, began honing his own army, capturing Nascent Soul masters with immense potential and planting their seals on them. By the time masters from other sects discovered the Thousand Machine Sect's anomaly, Liu Xing's army had grown into an unstoppable behemoth. However, the divisions between the various sects, along with deep hatred and vengeance, hindered their unwavering efforts to unite against Liu.

Hundreds of years later, thanks to Liu Xing's painstaking efforts, the mortal world was finally unified.

His ambition is enormous. He wants to create ten powerful gods within five hundred years, and then ascend to the spirit world with them to rescue his beloved wife. Do you think he can succeed? Let's wish Liu Xing all the best!

I persevered for a year, wrote nearly a million words, and earned 48 yuan in royalties. Tired and exhausted, but still struggling to make a living, I have no choice but to call it a day. Thank you all for your support.