Transmigration begins with archery training

Chen Sanshi remembered the strange behavior of the ancient demon he encountered in the secret realm.

In addition, there are various rumors.

If the ancient demons were to descend, and the spiritual energy of the cultivation world were depleted, leaving no cultivators, how would the human race cope?

This is a question that must be carefully considered.

In short.

Chen Sanshi could not possibly revive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through any bloody means. Therefore, there was only one way left to deal with the ancient demon.

He created the Heavenly Realm using the Primordial Dao Seed, and led a group of people into the Heavenly Realm to guard the mortal world.

As for the spiritual energy in the cultivation world...

His current idea is to let things develop naturally.

But since then.

The cultivators in the cultivation world will cause trouble again.

The matter of Linghe also remains unresolved.

Completely eradicating Linghe will face great resistance!

This resistance.

This is not something Chen Sanshi can solve with his fighting prowess alone.

Even if he kills ruthlessly, he can't possibly keep an eye on everyone in the world every single moment.

Numerous trivial matters are causing me distress.

Where should this world go from here?

Chen Sanshi was frustrated by this.

"Emperor Chen Tian".

Elder Xu said, "Although I know that it's useless to persuade them, I still insist on Elder Jiang Changge's idea: to directly destroy the spiritual vein and bring peace to the world!"

"Alright, you can all go back now."

Chen Sanshi slowly said, "I want to rest for a few years. The matter of the spiritual veins isn't urgent, is it?"

Elder Xu and the others didn't say anything more and left one after another.

Inside the Luo Xiao Heavenly Palace, only Chen Sanshi remained.

It's been two thousand years.

Two thousand years have passed since he embarked on the path of cultivation.

Looking back, he woke up in his dilapidated ancestral home, and now it feels like a lifetime ago.

Lan Jie'er, Master, Sun Li, Fourth Senior Brother, Xu Wencai, they're all gone, all gone...

Fortunately.

His children with Lan Jie'er and Sun Li, as well as several senior brothers and sisters including Wang Zhi, are still alive.

"I should go back and take a look."

This was Chen Sanshi's first thought.

Now that the world is at peace and there shouldn't be any major trouble in the short term, he should probably return to the lower realm, rest for a few years, and then deal with various matters.

Without notifying anyone, he went alone to the location of the Jianmu tree, then used a secret technique to use the Jianmu tree as a bridge to open a passage between the two worlds and return to the long-lost lower realm.

The scarce spiritual energy rushed towards him, but for Chen Sanshi, it felt strangely familiar.

He returned to Poyang first, but when he arrived at the fields, what appeared before him was a field full of medicinal herbs...

……

capital.

Kunxu.

Celestial Prison.

On the execution pillar formed from millennia-old black ice, the chains writhed as if alive, and several mermaid oil lamps flickered with emerald flames, making the runes on the four walls glow and fade.

On the execution pillar, a person was bound, with several "Immortal-Locking Nails" piercing through his shoulder blades and dantian, sealing off his dantian and causing his extraordinary cultivation to vanish like water. Even his primordial spirit was suppressed in his sea of ​​consciousness, unable to escape.

From the shadows, a faint sound of footsteps arose, unhurried yet carrying a chilling undercurrent.

The newcomer, dressed in a scarlet robe and wearing a jade belt, had a fair complexion, no beard, slender eyebrows and eyes, and a faint smile on his lips. He was none other than Wei Yuan, the Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial.

He held a jade ruler in his hand, its surface smooth and warm to the touch, yet it emanated a chilling aura even colder than black ice.

"Lord Wang."

Wei Yuan spoke, his voice high-pitched and soft, yet particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the prison: "How is the taste of this 'Cold Marrow Ruler'?"

"Refined from the essence of the Kunxu Sect's ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing, it specifically harms the soul of cultivators. I wonder how long your Nascent Soul stage body can withstand it?"

Wang Zhi slowly raised his head. Although his magic was suppressed, his eyes were still sharp. He spat in front of him and cursed, "Eunuch!"

Wei Yuan remained unperturbed, only smiling slightly, but there was no warmth in that smile. He lightly waved the jade ruler, and an invisible chill pierced through his body.

Wang Zhi's body trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and he clenched his teeth, managing not to make a sound.

A layer of white frost instantly condensed on his body, and countless tiny ice needles seemed to be piercing through his skin, piercing deep into his sea of ​​consciousness and tormenting his imprisoned primordial spirit.

"Your Highness, confess."

Wei Yuan narrowed his long, narrow eyes: "It's good for both of us."

Wang Zhi's eyes were bloodshot: "Even if my soul and spirit are destroyed, don't even think about me uttering a single word!"

"Sigh~ Why bother?"

Wei Yuan advised, "You have committed a heinous crime that will result in the extermination of nine generations of your family, which will implicate the entire Wang family! Over the past thousand years, how many people and how many heads have been lost in the Wang family?"

"His Majesty is benevolent. Even though you have committed the heinous crime of treason, he is willing to give you a chance, considering your past merits and hardships under Emperor Taizu."

"As long as you reveal the whereabouts of Prince Ye and the others, you and the Wang family can be spared the death penalty."

"Emperor Taizu? You still have the nerve to mention Emperor Taizu?!"

Wang Zhi roared, "Do you know how many people died when our junior brother led us to overthrow the Great Sheng Dynasty?!"

"What was the reason for their deaths?"

"It is for the sake of peace and prosperity, so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment, and so that there will be no more spiritual grains on the fields!"

"But what about Jianlong?!"

"What did he do!?"

"He's gradually increasing the tax on spiritual grains, and now he's even colluding with demons and monsters to use the cultivators and common people of my Great Han for alchemy. How dare he mention the founding emperor? How dare he bear the surname Chen?!"

Wei Yuan frowned and took out seven dark gold needles of varying lengths from his sleeve, from which a faint blood-red light flowed.

This is the 'Seven Deadly Needles of Godslaying,' derived from the Nine Netherworld Fiend Veins and refined with the malevolent energy of a hundred kinds of vengeful spirits. A single needle can corrode bones and drain marrow; when all seven needles are used together, even a Nascent Soul cultivator will suffer damage to their foundation!

He picked up the longest one and slowly approached.

The malevolent aura emanating from the golden needle caused the surrounding restrictions to buzz and dim the emerald lamplight.

"Lord Wang, please stop acting like an old man. You keep talking about the founding emperor, how many years has the founding emperor been gone? Even if the founding emperor were alive today, the current reign title would be Jianlong, not Tianwu!"

"This is the last time I'm asking you, where are they?"

"And then there's Lü Ji, who took the Prince of Qi to hide in Leiming Linzhou. What is he planning to do? Is he planning to rebel and then put the Prince of Qi on the throne?!"

Wang Zhi remained silent, but forcibly mobilized his magical power, trying to break free of the chains.

The eunuch completely lost his patience, his face turned cold, and he said no more. The golden needle at his fingertips, carrying a burst of destructive energy, pierced straight at Wang Zhi's brow!

"what---"

A mournful wail echoed throughout the entire Celestial Prison.

……

Thunderous Rising Continent.

Temple of the God of Slaughter.

"Report——"

"Your Majesty!"

"Something bad happened!"

A Core Formation general rushed into the hall and knelt down: "The imperial court has raised three million troops from the border of Dongsheng Shenzhou and is marching towards the border of our continent!"

above the hall.

Lu Ji sat behind the desk, his gaze somber.