Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

Wang Mu put the phoenix tail flower from the Qiankun bag back into his spatial dimension.

Wang Mu closed his eyes and quietly breathed in the air, and then his body was filled with golden light.

"The grass grows tall and the orioles fly!"

The golden light was so gentle that one wanted to bask in it forever, its warmth and comfort soothing.

"Ghost King, is covering the entire mountainside enough?!"

Then Wang Mu opened his arms, and specks of golden light scattered into the air. The plants in the space grew wildly at a visible speed, and soon they spread out of the space, ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang. In a short while, the Soul Domain was full of plants, and the plants continued to grow.

Before long, the Soul Realm became rich in spiritual energy and full of vitality under the influence of the plants.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Soul Realm transformed from barren hills and treacherous waters into a lush, vibrant place teeming with life.

The immortal herbs within the Soul Realm have grown to the quality that only appears once every few thousand years.

The immortal herbs in the space were originally thousands of years old, but now they are of the quality of ten thousand years old.

Even without an increase in spiritual energy, this is still a worthwhile investment.

Wang Mu's joy was evident.

"Ghost King, how is it?"

Wang Mu slumped weakly on the human bones, too exhausted to care about whether it was disgusting or not.

The Ghost King was stunned. He bent down, picked a magical herb, examined it carefully, and confirmed it again and again.

Pinch the stamen out with your fingertips and place it on the tip of your tongue.

Then he nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, that's right, a Dragon Horse Grass of six thousand years quality!"

"This is a double happiness flower with a five-thousand-year-old quality!"

"Cat's yellow grass!"

The Ghost King was taking stock of the immortal herbs that had grown all over the ground.

That green-faced, fanged face was grinning so wide it almost reached his ears.

Such a joyful laugh, so intense it's almost unbearable to look at.

"Ghost King, the Soul Domain is now rich in spiritual energy. Let alone a hundred years, even a thousand years, it will not be the same as before."

"Isn't that enough?"

Wang Mu confidently patted his chest and guaranteed.

"Haha, you're really funny."

"Soul Gathering Technique".

The Ghost King placed a small piece of iron in Wang Mu's hand. The iron was covered with dense writings about the Soul Gathering Technique.

Then he placed another token in Wang Mu's hand.

"With this token, you can enter and leave the Soul Domain at any time."

"Thank you!"

"See you later!"

"See you later!"

It was getting late, and Wang Mu needed to hurry back; Yin Wangmu was waiting for him.

On the way back, Wang Mu continued his journey without stopping.

But Wang Mu stopped in his tracks a moment later, feeling incredibly heavy and his legs as if they were filled with lead.

"What, what's going on?"

He felt a sudden heaviness in his head, and then Wang Mu lost consciousness.

……

It felt as light and airy as standing on a ball of cotton, lacking any sense of reality.

Suddenly, light shone down, a very dazzling light.

It's also very warm.

Many people appeared around me, some familiar, some unfamiliar.

Wang Mu subconsciously reached out to greet them, and they returned the greeting.

Someone walked up to Wang Mu and took his hand.

Wang Mu couldn't see the faces of these people clearly, not even their clothes, but he was certain that the one holding his hand was a girl.

She was familiar with her; she smelled wonderfully of lilacs.

The girl stood on tiptoe and whispered to Wang Muer, "You should wake up."

Suddenly, Wang Mu felt an endless downward sensation, and he fell for a long time.

"what!"

Wang Mu cried out in surprise and sat up.

Only then did I realize that everything had just happened was a dream.

Wang Mu slowly got up and patted the dirt off his clothes.

After all, he had been lying on the ground since he fainted, and no one came to help him up.

Wang Mu did not linger any longer and used the token given to him by the Ghost King to quickly return to the Spirit Sea Sect.

The speed was so fast that the moment Wang Mu landed, he immediately grabbed a tree for support and bent over to vomit.

"The Ghost King's token... ugh!"

"I never expected I'd get dizzy from spatial teleportation! Ugh!"

The world in Wang Mu's eyes continued to spin endlessly.

But the emperor's sudden return immediately caught the attention of his disciples.

"The Emperor has returned!"

"It is the Emperor!"

"Quickly, go and announce that the Emperor has returned!"

The disciples immediately spread the news.

"Yes, yes, I'm back, I'm back."

Wang Mu tried hard to take a few steps, but he simply couldn't walk in a straight line.

"Help me to find my master."

When Wang Mu was really at his wit's end, he grabbed one of the disciples next to him and said something.

The other person helped Wang Mu walk quickly to Yin Wang Mu's room.

"The Emperor!"

When Zhong Wanling saw Wang Mu return, she immediately went forward to help him sit down.

"Zhong Wanling, how is Master?"

Wang Mu closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.

Zhong Wanling paused, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"The situation is not good; his breathing is getting weaker and weaker."

"Have you found a way to save your master in the Soul Realm?"

Wang Mu breathed out a long breath, finally eliminating the dizziness.

"Well, I found it."

Wang Mu took the small iron piece of the Soul Condensation Technique from his Qiankun bag.

Wang Mu carefully examined Yin Wangmu's condition, and his soul immediately dissipated, as if a gust of wind had blown it away and it would cease to exist.

"When the Soul Condensation Technique is cast, all living beings within a five-zhang radius must avoid it; anyone who dares to enter will have their soul scattered."

Time was of the essence. As soon as Wang Mu finished speaking, Zhong Wanling immediately went out to inform the disciples to take cover.

After settling everything in, Wang Mu began to cast the Soul Condensation Technique.

"White Tiger, Black Tortoise, Xiao Cheng, I need the three of you to protect me during the spell. No one is allowed to interfere, and you must not touch me or my master until the spell is finished."

Wang Mu looked at the small piece of iron in his hand.

The densely packed runes on it sent chills down Wang Mu's spine after he looked at them.

Even if the Ghost King were to cast this spell, he would certainly not be able to guarantee its success.

But there's no other way at the moment, so we have to take a chance.

"Yes!"

"You must be careful."

"Master, Xiao Cheng is by your side."

Despite my worries, things have already come to this point, and there's no other way to change it now.

Wang Mu placed the small iron piece on the ground, made hand seals, felt the circulation of spiritual energy within his body, and urged the spiritual energy to accelerate continuously.

At the same time, it releases blessings.

At this moment, we must ensure that everything is foolproof.

Zhong Wanling and her disciples watched as the entire room gradually glowed with golden light.

Inside the room, Wang Mu was radiating light, a golden wheel appeared behind him, his eyes were lowered, and his face was very calm, like a still lake.

Gradually, the light shot up into the sky, forming a pillar of light.

The spiritual energy continuously converged on Wang Mu from all directions, and Wang Mu, like a sponge, frantically absorbed the energy.

Once a certain saturation level is reached, it is slowly infiltrated into the body of the King Wood, where the soul is carefully bound together with the magic and nurtured.

The entire process must be conducted without any distractions or interruptions.

Wang Mu remained suspended in the air, and during this time, all three beasts inside the house saw Wang Mu's appearance.

In the hearts of Baihu and Xuanwu, they couldn't help but have a different understanding of Wang Mu.

Even the most powerful emperor is still human, and through his continued interactions with Wang Mu, he increasingly felt that this man was not human, but rather like a banished immortal hiding himself.