Three days later, fragrant grass covered the steps, and sunlight shone on the leaves.

Bai Cang held the Frostfire Dragon Fox in his arms, leaning against the cloud bed, gazing at the wisps of incense rising from the incense burner in front of him, slightly lost in thought.

Amidst the wisps of green smoke, the now completely transparent dragon pearl floated and sank, its silvery-white dragon shadow within having vanished entirely.

Instead, Xiao Nie sat upright on a lotus platform. Her cultivation had already reached 999 years, just one step away from becoming a thousand-year-old ghost king.

His original plan was to have Xiao Nie devour the dragon soul of the Azure-White Flood Dragon, then refine the Flood Dragon Pearl into a natal ghost artifact, cosplay as a demon to condense an inner core, and see if he could condense a low-end version of the ghost core ahead of time.

However, after the "Little Frost" incident, Bai Cang changed his mind.

After the "Pot Heaven Space" was upgraded to the "Pot Heaven World", Bai Cang, as the "Lord of a Realm", naturally gained a trace of the "Power of Creation".

Although insignificant, and even he himself did not know what use it was, power is power, and its essence is as lofty as the heavens.

If it were used to create living beings, it would be wishful thinking. However, if it were used to "enlighten" Xiao Nie, allowing her to gain a sliver of life while advancing to the Thousand-Year Ghost King, it would not be entirely impossible.

Bai Cang's greatest strength is that he is bold, daring, and imaginative, daring to try anything, even if it ends in failure.

Thus, the Flood Dragon Pearl became Xiao Nie's "embryo," transforming into its current form!

"If I were to do this on my own, I certainly wouldn't be able to accomplish such a far-fetched idea."

"But if we take advantage of Xiao Nie's tribulation to advance and borrow the great power of nature in this world, there is still a chance to fight for it."

"At worst, the worst outcome would be the loss of one of my natal ghost artifacts."

Bai Cang thought to himself, as countless thoughts arose in his mind, like sparks of wisdom, dense and bright.

"Boom!"

The next moment.

Bai Cang rose up with a flick of his sleeves, the rumbling sound like war drums, playing a symphony of swords and horses, or like muffled thunder, highlighting a murderous aura.

Suddenly, a banner that blotted out the sky appeared behind him, and with a single sweep, it swept the dragon pearl into it.

The banner was covered in a dark, malevolent aura that emanated from it, forming a dense, oppressive black cloud.

Above the dark clouds, eight hundred soldiers stood in formation, each clad in armor and wielding swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks. A fierce and murderous aura naturally emanated from them.

"boom!"

The next moment.

Banners fluttered in the breeze, their cold light gleaming like a forest.

A fierce and heroic aura suddenly burst forth, carrying a sense of "facing death as if returning home, never to return from a hundred battles" and the dense, impenetrable Yin energy soared into the sky, causing a certain change in the energy of heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Bai Cang's eyes turned sinister, and he suddenly looked up at the sky.

A bolt of lightning struck, ripped across the sky, and then a thunderous roar resounded.

Thunder is the handle of heavenly might and the transformation of yin and yang. It is especially effective against ghosts and demons, and is the nemesis of all ghosts, demons, and evil spirits.

Therefore, thunder magic is also known as "the most powerful killing technique". Even in the major sects of the Xuanmen, those who are proficient in thunder magic are all unparalleled geniuses and top experts.

This is only the lightning technique refined by cultivators; the power of heaven and earth is even greater.

When the yin energy of ghosts, demons, and evil spirits becomes too concentrated, it will attract "thunder tribulation".

If one can overcome this obstacle, one will receive the blessings of heaven and earth; if one cannot, one will be reduced to ashes.

Lightning-struck wood is one such example!

In an instant, thunder roared and the heavens and earth exploded. Bai Cang felt a buzzing in his head, his eyes were filled with white light, and he swayed. A sweet and metallic taste rose in his throat.

"Oh no! Xiao Nie..."

Bai Cang steadied himself and quickly looked ahead, a hint of annoyance flashing through his mind.

He was ultimately too "confident" and underestimated the power of the heavenly and earthly punishment.

The mere connection between their minds had such a profound impact on him.

As a ghost, and facing the divine punishment of heaven and earth, what will become of Xiao Nie?

At first glance, Bai Cang's heart sank to the bottom.

All that could be seen was that the eight hundred mad soldiers had already been annihilated, and the dense, impenetrable yin energy and ghostly aura had vanished into thin air. Even the ghost realm had been destroyed, and the tattered "Human Emperor's Banner" was covered with charred marks.

The dragon pearl had long since vaporized into smoke, and Xiao Nie's figure was also gradually fading away, to the point that it had become intangible, as if it would disappear completely in the next second.

"Damn it! All those stories in the novels are complete lies!"

Bai Cang scratched the back of his head in frustration. "What happened to the promise that there would be time to strike a pose and look cool when the tribulation lightning descended?"

The imagined tribulation: employing a variety of methods, strategizing and planning, and battling the tribulation lightning for three hundred rounds.

In reality, the tribulation is like this: when lightning strikes, there is no time to react; there is no other way but to withstand it.

Undoubtedly, Bai Cang, who had just received an incredible opportunity and was bursting with confidence, was given a harsh lesson by reality.

It gently awakened his sleeping soul!

"Wait a minute, it seems like there's still a chance?"

Just then, just as Xiao Nie transformed from a portrait of a beautiful lady into an abstract stick figure.

A ray of golden light suddenly appeared out of thin air, freezing it in the state of a flickering candle in the wind.

"There's a chance!"

Bai Cang's eyes lit up, and five small figures, dressed in divine robes, wearing crowns, and with seals hanging from their waists, suddenly leaped out from his internal organs.

"The Five Elements converge at the origin, by imperial decree!"

At Bai Cang's command, the five little ones immediately exhaled a breath of essence, and five-colored rays of light intertwined and crisscrossed, gradually outlining Xiao Nie's complete figure.

Although it's just a skeletal framework, it has finally broken free from the state of an abstract stick figure.

"Moonlight of the Moon, Ice Soul of the Dark Abyss, by imperial decree!"

Immediately afterwards, Bai Cang let out a soft shout, and the cool moonlight shone from his hand.

Like a cold moon, it "sealed" Xiao Nie's entire figure within it.

Countless ancient, primordial, and chilling energies seemed to fill her flesh and blood, transforming her back into a "beautiful lady in a painting," her aloof and ethereal temperament ethereal and otherworldly.

But the blank expression and empty eyes made him feel that something was still missing.

Suddenly, Bai Cang had a flash of inspiration. He pointed his finger into a sword and poured the vitality and fortune of the "Pot Heaven World" into Xiao Nie's body.

A spark of life appeared in her eyes, and the five-colored lotus mark between her brows, surrounded by golden light, resembled a golden lotus stamen.

The frost-like Xuan Shuang Sha outlined a white palace dress, like a divine robe, draped over Xiao Nie's body.

An aura no less powerful than that of a Dao Foundation Realm cultivator suddenly emanated from her body.

Within the Xuan Shuang Sha, which should be the purest and most yin, there is also a trace of yang energy being nurtured.

Most importantly, Xiao Nie's originally ethereal ghost body now seems to have been reborn, gaining a more substantial feel.

Bai Cang subconsciously grasped her hand, which felt like a bouncy jelly, with an indescribable warmth and delicacy, completely devoid of the illusory and coldness of a ghost.

"Hahaha, I, the Daoist Master, have finally succeeded!"

Left: Dragon and Fox; Right: Ghost King; Human Emperor's Banner; Thousands of Riders Sweep Across the Plain.

He could draw his bow like a full moon, gaze northwest, and shoot the heavenly wolf.

[Thanks again to Stephen Chow, please give me a free gift!]