Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Inside the simple stone house in the Diling Herb Garden.

Shen Feng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

After the Spiritual Essence Pill, a gift from Steward Wang Xu, was swallowed, the outer layer of the pill was instantly dissolved by the spiritual energy within the body.

Immediately afterwards, a pure spiritual energy, almost tangible, surged through his limbs and bones like a wild horse.

If it were an ordinary cultivator at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, they would definitely have to guide this violent medicinal power with utmost care, otherwise their meridians would be severed.

But Shen Feng is different.

Although this clone of his only had Qi Refining cultivation, its consciousness was completely controlled by the original body, Fan Yuan, who had advanced to the Divine Refinement stage and had exquisite control over spiritual power.

"town."

Shen Feng silently recited the incantation of the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique".

He didn't try to suppress the violent medicinal power, but instead treated it as a gust of wind.

Wind is formless and invisible; it is better to guide than to block.

He guided this spiritual energy, letting it flow along the twelve meridians. With each circulation, a trace of impurity would be removed from the spiritual energy by the meridians.

After circulating through the body for thirty-six cycles, this spiritual energy became extremely gentle and gathered entirely in the dantian.

Within the dantian, the originally abundant gaseous spiritual energy began to undergo a qualitative change under the continuous pressure of the Spirit Essence Pill's medicinal power.

The bluish-gray liquid spiritual energy began to condense at the bottom of the dantian.

Initial stage of Spirit Refinement, successful!

Shen Feng slowly opened his eyes, a glint of green light flashing in his pupils. He did not get up, but continued to circulate his cultivation technique to stabilize his newly broken-through realm.

……

at the same time.

Longevity Hill, the main hall of Wuzhuang Temple.

This grand hall, which has stood on the ancient land for countless years, exudes an extraordinary solemnity today.

In the center of the main hall, there are no statues of the Three Pure Ones or the Four Emperors; only the words "Heaven and Earth" are displayed.

Beneath the characters for "Heaven and Earth," sat a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest wore a purple-gold crown, a carefree crane cloak, shoes, and a silk ribbon around his waist. He had a childlike face and white hair and beard.

He is none other than Zhenyuan Daxian, the ancestor of all earthly immortals and a ruler of the world.

The immortal closed his eyes slightly, his whisk resting on his arm.

Suddenly, the void above the main hall trembled, and a golden light descended from the heavens, piercing through the protective array of Wuzhuang Temple and hovering steadily in front of Zhenyuan Daxian.

The golden light faded, leaving behind a simple, ancient letter.

The simple scroll faintly emanated the sounds of the Great Dao and radiated the supreme Jade Purity Immortal Light.

Zhenyuan Daxian opened his eyes, reached out and took the note, glanced at it, and nodded slightly.

"Ring the golden bell to summon all disciples."

The immortal spoke, his voice not loud, yet it clearly carried to every corner of Wuzhuang Temple.

A moment later.

The main hall was filled with disciples dressed in Taoist robes, a total of forty-eight people, all of whom were true disciples of Zhenyuan Daxian.

"Greetings, Master."

All forty-eight disciples bowed in unison.

Zhenyuan Daxian flicked his whisk and said slowly, "I just received a letter from Yuanshi Tianzun, inviting me to the Shangqing Tian Miluo Palace to listen to the lecture on the Hunyuan Dao Fruit."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples in the hall showed joy on their faces.

Yuanshi Tianzun is one of the Three Pure Ones, a supreme sage. Being invited to the Mi Luo Palace to listen to the lecture on the Hunyuan Dao Fruit is not only an opportunity, but also an absolute recognition of the status of Wuzhuang Temple.

"I have decided to take you forty-six people with me to this lecture, so that you may be exposed to the wisdom of the sages, which will greatly benefit your future cultivation."

Zhenyuan Daxian's gaze swept over all the disciples, finally landing on the two boys standing at the very end.

These two boys were Qingfeng and Mingyue.

Qingfeng was older, at 1,320 years old, and Mingyue was younger, at 1,200 years old. But in the eyes of a great being like Zhenyuan Daxian, who lived as long as heaven and earth, they were indeed just two children.

"Gentle breeze, bright moon."

"Disciples are here." The two boys quickly stepped forward and knelt down.

Zhenyuan Daxian looked at his two youngest disciples and instructed them: "I will take the other disciples to the Mi Luo Palace. It will take at least a few months and at most several years. The gate of Wuzhuang Temple will be guarded by you two. You must not neglect your morning and evening lessons, and you must not go down the mountain without permission to cause trouble."

"Disciples will obey Master's orders." Qingfeng and Mingyue answered in unison, but felt a little disappointed. After all, who wouldn't want to go to Shangqing Heaven to see for themselves?

Zhenyuan Daxian seemed to see through their thoughts, smiled slightly, and said, "There is one more thing that you two must remember."

"Please speak, Master."

"Soon, a monk from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East will pass by our Longevity Mountain. That monk is on his way to the Western Paradise to worship Buddha and seek scriptures."

Zhenyuan Daxian's tone became somewhat sentimental, "That monk was no ordinary person. He was the second disciple of Shakyamuni Buddha in the Western Paradise, named Jin Chanzi. Five hundred years ago, when I went to Mount Ling to attend the Ullambana Festival, he personally served me tea. A Buddhist disciple serving tea is a gesture of friendship from an old friend."

Qingfeng and Mingyue exchanged a glance and secretly made a mental note of it.

"If he comes, the two of you must not neglect him. Go to the back garden and pick ginseng fruit as a token of your old friendship to entertain him."

Upon hearing this, many disciples in the hall showed expressions of surprise.

Qingfeng, being young, couldn't help but look up and ask, "Master, since that monk is the reincarnation of an old friend, and is now just an ordinary monk, how can he be worthy of this ginseng fruit? Besides, the fruit is precious, isn't it...?"

"Too much talk!"

Zhenyuan Daxian's expression turned solemn as he interrupted Qingfeng, "Just do as I say, but remember, do not do more! That monk Tang is now a mortal and does not recognize the treasures of the immortals. If you give him more, it will only bring trouble."

"Also, that monk has several disciples, all of whom are unruly demons. Just give the fruit to Monk Tang and don't provoke his disciples, lest something bad happen."

"Yes, disciple has remembered." Seeing that his master was angry, Qingfeng Mingyue quickly kowtowed and agreed.

Zhenyuan Daxian's expression softened slightly, and he stood up.

"The time has come. You shall all ascend with me."

With a wave of his sleeve, the immortal sent a surge of pure energy that lifted the forty-six disciples, transforming them into a long rainbow that soared into the heavens and vanished into the sea of ​​clouds in an instant.

Only Qingfeng and Mingyue remained, standing in the empty hall, staring blankly at the sky.

……

Diling Herb Garden.

Shen Feng slowly withdrew his outward-projected divine sense and pushed open the door of the stone house.

It was noon, and the sunlight was blinding.

On the bluestone path outside the herb garden, several handyman disciples were gathered together, whispering about something.

"Have you heard? The Great Immortal, along with forty-six true lineage masters, has ridden a cloud to heaven to listen to a lecture!"

"How could I not have heard of it! I was sweeping the ground at the mountain gate just now, and I saw that golden light with my own eyes. The immortal's entourage is truly magnificent!"

"Sigh, now that the Great Immortal has left, only Qingfeng and Mingyue are left to manage the temple. These two have rather bad tempers, so we'll have to be more careful in our work from now on to avoid incurring bad luck."

Shen Feng stood in the shadows under the eaves, quietly listening to the conversation of these servants, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.