NOVPUBShaoyang Mountain.
Yongzi Secret Realm.
In a corner.
Wang Ba suddenly opened his eyes.
"The Change of Poverty and Richness... I didn’t expect the teachings from a previous life to be deeply rooted in my heart."
He shook his head slightly.
Memories of his previous life had long since faded, yet some deep-seated impressions were still branded in the depths of his heart.
So-called poverty breeds self-care, and wealth aids the world.
Many people in his past life held such convictions.
This was also due to the teachings they received. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
However, those who held such convictions were mostly poor.
On the contrary, those who were indifferent to such notions achieved ’wealth.’
It couldn’t help but be lamentable.
Having gained such an enlightenment and with the Ice Daoist aiding the world on his behalf, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart, and he suddenly felt much lighter.
Joy flickered in his eyes:
"However, what I didn’t expect was that the Ice Daoist had already advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage."
Sensing various insights of advancement coming from the Ice Daoist felt as though he had personally experienced a Nascent Soul Tribulation.
In fact, that was indeed the case.
The two were originally one; as the Ice Daoist underwent the tribulation, so did he.
Previously clueless about integrating the Soul into his being, he now glimpsed a faint inspiration from a higher Nascent Soul stage.
Yet this inspiration was still like a thin mist, hard to comprehend.
Wang Ba felt a stirring in his heart and flipped his palm, revealing a jug of spirit wine aged with the wear of years, now in his palm.
This was the Eight Hundred Years Old Brew ’Chunqiuzui Wine’ gifted to him by big drinker He, the Vice Minister of the Spirit Food Department.
Aged ten years, it is rich in Spiritual Energy; a hundred years, it nourishes the Soul; a thousand years, it suits Enlightenment.
As for ten thousand years, such a wine had never appeared since its creation.
Although the Eight Hundred Years Old Brew was not as conducive to Enlightenment as a thousand-year brew, it still indirectly benefited the nourishment of the Soul significantly.
Upon uncorking the bottle, a rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air.
Though Wang Ba was not a drinker, a light sniff inexplicably brought a sense of comfort to his Soul.
Without any hesitation, he immediately lifted the jug and drank.
The wine, brewed for over eight hundred years, carried a crisp and sweet taste, tinged with a depth from the centuries.
In an instant, Wang Ba seemed to taste the profound flavor of the passing years, and the power of the Yin God within his Spiritual Government spontaneously expanded, naturally flowing into the Dharma Golden Core in his Dantian.
The redness intertwined with the Blood Energy of the Golden Core rotated, and with the power of the Yin God at his command, he continuously enveloped and revolved around the Golden Core.
Finally, the Golden Core and the power of the Yin God mingled, a subtle fusion occurring.
Subtle reddish traces soon permeated the surface of the Dharma Golden Core.
"I’ve finally succeeded in integrating!"
Infinite joy surged in Wang Ba’s heart.
Though the integration of the Soul had just started and was progressing slowly, it indicated that his previously stalled progress had finally returned to its proper course.
After carefully sensing it, Wang Ba’s expression slightly darkened.
The other cultivator who also practiced the Yin’s Great Dream Sutra seemed to feel his progress and abruptly accelerated their pace of advancement.
The distance between the two was rapidly closing!
"Why do I feel... like he’s pushing me forward?"
Wang Ba’s thoughts concentrated.
Simultaneously, he suddenly paused.
An unexpected message came from the Ice Daoist:
"Chu Dynasty, has been destroyed?"
Wang Ba’s expression grew stern:
"The Kingdom of Immortals has finally made its move..."
"Have they obtained some sort of reliance?"
In Wang Ba’s view, given the Kingdom of Immortals’ strength he knew of, eliminating the Chu Dynasty was not difficult and could have been achieved earlier.
Yet the Kingdom of Immortals had delayed, not seizing the obvious opportunity. In his estimation, the reasons were either a fear of provoking Jin or a deliberate act to maintain a buffer zone.
"However, it could also be to avoid alarming Yan... The three Divine Masters of the Kingdom of Immortals are not reckless, on the contrary, they are quite wise. Previously, they made great efforts not to antagonize Jin while focusing their attacks on Yan. It seemed as if they had a vendetta against Yan and lost their sense, but now it looks like the Kingdom of Immortals’ attacks on Yan cause limited damage, perhaps intentionally showing weakness to avoid provoking Han Yanzi."
"I wonder if it’s just my misconception..."
Wang Ba pondered for a while, then slightly shook his head.
Involvement in such high-level warfare was beyond the reach of a cultivator like himself who was still confined to Golden Core Perfection.
Moreover, he was currently too tired to deal with the matters of the Yin’s Great Dream Sutra, truly having the will but lacking the strength.
Thinking this, he quickly expelled all stray thoughts from his mind, stilled his thoughts and breath, closed his eyes, and guided the power of the Yin God towards the Golden Core within...
...
Hailing Nation.
"The teleportation array of Hailing Nation had experienced several sea water backflows and has now been moved to the north..."
Ge Shoucheng, creating a cyan whirlwind, guided the Cyan Taoist and Qian Baimao, while explaining.
The Cyan Taoist showed no reaction, but Qian Baimao’s face could barely conceal his excitement.
Wanxiang Sect!
The powerhouse supporting him was actually a bigwig from the Wanxiang Sect!
As a cultivator from Jin, he knew the reputable name of the Wanxiang Sect, one of the Three Sects, like thunder.
Even the Royal Family Qin was out of reach for local cultivators like them, let alone the Three Sects.
Therefore, he had never imagined that this exceedingly reticent senior was in fact an eminent figure from the Wanxiang Sect.
