The immortals of the primordial era usually have only a few methods to break through from their original realm to a higher realm.
If there is no way ahead, then it means that your preparations are not enough, you need more external conditions, such as consuming some precious heavenly and earthly treasures, or even refining pills.
Before breakthrough, nervous and anxious, that indicates the heart demon, or problems in the realm of mind, at this time should modify the heart, let themselves calm down.
Lack of follow-through suggests a weak foundation; one needs to strengthen the basics.
If one's mastery of the Dao is strong enough, Yang Mei has the possibility of being promoted to the true level of Tian Daode. He wants to go further, but realizes that his foundation is still weak. Of course, this is a relative statement, compared to himself.
Once the two paths of time and space are integrated, they can compensate for his foundation, allowing him to walk higher.
Unfortunately, he realized this issue a bit too late.
Unfortunately, he realized this problem a bit too late.
Luo Hou's command of time mainly reflects in its breadth. His own timeline runs through the beginning and end of Hongwu, and no one can kill him. If you kill the current Luo Hou now, he will immediately resurrect in the next instant of time. The only way to deal with Luo Hou is to seal him; there is no other solution.
The part controlled by Zhurong is more about depth, with the path of time being more geared towards combat, a style of relentless slaughtering.
Hongjun sealed the path of time with the authority of Tian Dao, except for these two pioneers, no one else can enter this path.
Deng Chanyu had some vague speculations while in the looped space. She didn't know to what extent Yang Mei studied the path of time and space, but she was curious in her heart. However, she dared not to look.
This secret is rather significant, and it's clearly not the time to unveil it.
She doesn't even have the confidence to deal with the three bodies, let alone dabble in Tian Dao level matters. It's too far off, and if fate allows, let's study it again in the next eighty-one years.
The Heavenly Court suffered a heavy blow, with numerous officials from the thirty-third sky descending to the tenth sky. There was no shortage of gossip across the various corners of Hongwu, and Hou Tian could not disclose anything about Chaos Demon Gods. He kept urging Xun Zhi to train the Starry Sky Array, causing a commotion both inside and outside of court.
With the Heavenly Court in such chaos, the Treasure Fair and the Peach Festival would naturally not be able to be held.
Deng Chanyu is indifferent, as she has already grown tired of peaches.
But she cannot represent all the immortals of Hongwu.
The immortals who can eat for three years with one meal are quite upset. They wonder who they can eat from this year, as they couldn't eat from the Heavenly Court last year. They can't just starve themselves, can they?
As the immortals of Hongwu were pondering where to go for meals this year, news came from the Underworld that the Empress Pingsheng, who usually kept a low profile, was planning to hold a Zongyuan Festival on July 15th. Any chance-encounters of the Hongwu immortals could participate.
Hearing this news, everyone could be said to be a mixture of joy and worry.
The food in the Underworld is definitely not as palatable as that in the Heavenly Court. For a group of immortals who believe in fate and destiny and are deeply convinced of them, having a banquet on Ghost Festival day at the Underworld is clearly inappropriate.
However, they will hold the event on Zongyuan Festival day, and the immortals who want to eat and drink for free will have no choice but to participate.
Some immortals with poor physical conditions gently declined the invitation from the ghost enforcers of the Underworld, fearing that they might be sent away in a wave.
The immortals with strong physiques, who have no trace of spirit material on their bodies, accepted the invitation and vowed that they would definitely attend! They would rather die at the scene of the festival!
"Do I have an invitation?" Deng Chanyu asked.
The grim-faced ghost enforcers stammered, unsure how to explain the situation.
"You don't need an invitation as a family member, don't cause trouble." Daji waved her hand, and the ghost enforcer, feeling as if he had been forgiven, vanished in a flash.
Deng Chanyu shook her head and said, "Going to the Underworld to eat on this Ghost Festival day is a bit awkward for me. Our family isn't starving, so we don't need to take advantage of this invitation."
Moreover, as a senior immortal who is close to achieving the ultimate stage of the Dao, I would have expected an invitation to come. At least, it would give me some room to decide whether to go or not. Now, the straight men in the Underworld, without any hesitation, classify me as a family member without even asking if I agree. Out of consideration for Daji's face, I cannot refuse to attend.
"Ah," she softly sighed. To be honest, she didn't want to go to the Underworld, mainly because Di Jiang might be there. If she were to fight with Di Jiang in the middle of the ceremony, whether it ended in victory or defeat, it would not look good.
"Is Empress Pingsheng inviting Di Jiang?" Deng Chanyu asked.
Daji shook her head: "I don't know. Worry not, the Great Ancestral Shaman is generous, wise and clever. He will not take your small dispute to heart."
Deng Chanyu remained neutral, as Daji's lens on the Wuhun tribe is too heavy in her eyes.
Nature is generous? When fighting recklessly, it is indeed generous.
Clever and wise? The action of repeatedly fighting despite constant defeat and using his head to collide with the Chaos Bell seems quite wise.
That small grievance? If Deng Chanyu were to replace Nüwa as the master of the Zhao Yao Flag, the grievance would indeed be small.
Her protest was ineffective, and she could only agree to go to the Underworld with Daji to participate in the Zongyuan Festival.
If Deng Chanyu were to go to the Underworld, the Moonlight Buddha could not come, which was convenient for her to avoid the "Yulan Pot Festival" that Brahma needed to call. The Moonlight Buddha had no foundation in the Underworld; suddenly arriving on King Zang's territory would severely undermine her authority. So, this arrangement was quite good.
Time quickly arrived at July 14th, after obtaining permission from the Heavenly Court, boundless and boundless spirit fire carrying the yearning of the living returned to the human world.
The capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Luoyi, although aware that Deng Jiugong was living a carefree life every day outside, the second emperor Deng Xiu, who is now 85 years old, is still making a grandiose tribute. The ancestors of eight generations have been revered. After all, it is a state governed by filial piety.
This time, Empress Pingsheng has mobilized the authority of the Earthly Path Saints. She has sent back anyone who has a thought for the living and a lingering concern for the deceased in their hearts. Although it's only for one day, it is incredibly precious.
Mount Kunlun.
"Brother, is this really you? You should be completely annihilated of both form and spirit." Jie Ziya's words were nonsensical.
Gong Chengzi did not see any improvement, and he couldn't leave. Today's Jade Xing Palace was no longer the same as the former. He walked around his previous place of cutting firewood and suddenly appeared ghostly shadows that caused him to be moved.
The countenance was fierce and dark, the appearance somewhat mean-looking, and the black-haired Taoist was like a shadow, watching him from afar.
"What if it is, what if it isn't?" Shen Gongbao floated in front of him, giving him a thorough look: "Have you finally become an immortal? Hahaha, your wish has been fulfilled, and you have no regrets in this life anymore, right?"
Jie Ziya shook his head. "When I used to think that becoming an immortal was great, now I can only say that immortals have more troubles!"
