Chapter 148 May you and I each get what we wish for.

On the Tongtian Terrace, there were thousands of auspicious auras, and the Nine Cauldrons rose and fell in the boiling national destiny. The emanating spiritual energy made the atmosphere of the entire Xianyang clear.

Today is a good day calculated by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory. The sky is clear and blue with white clouds. The sun is shining, and it is warm and bright. However, at this moment, an inexplicable feeling of depression is quietly spreading.

The originally pure white clouds seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, forming a thick dark cloud that covered the sky and the sun.

Purple lightning flashed through the clouds like a dragon, illuminating the entire sky with a hazy purple color.

Wei Shengxue looked up at the sky. Above her head was a dark thundercloud with flashes of lightning, which made her feel uneasy and anxious.

[The day has finally arrived, host, are you afraid?]

Wei Shengxue clenched her weapon, stared intently at Lei Yun, and managed a reply: "Pre-exam syndrome is kicking in."

[Don't be afraid, at worst I can take your remaining soul and run away, and switch to being a ghost cultivator.]

"...Thank you."

After thinking about it, Weishengxue took out another magic weapon and hung it on her body. Although her body was already covered with various protective magic weapons, she also knew that these things were only better than nothing compared to the nine tribulations of ascension.

…

Bang!

Rumble——!

Another bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the night sky. The lightning made people subconsciously turn their heads and close their eyes. Before they could open their eyes, the huge roar that followed was heard one after another.

Amidst the rumbling thunder, a familiar voice reached Meng Yi's ears, "What day is it?"

Meng Yi immediately bowed and uttered the number that had been lingering in his mind: "Your Majesty, it is past midnight. It has been seventy-two days."

There is only one last thunderbolt left.

He looked up and saw Ying Zheng standing with his hands behind his back, his aura still tense. He comforted him, "Your Majesty, the Immortal Master is blessed by the great fortune of the Qin Dynasty and has the merits to benefit the world. He will surely survive the calamity."

Ying Zheng remained silent, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, like the calm before the storm against the backdrop of the rolling clouds in the sky.

****

Wei Shengxue saw an opportunity and stuffed another handful of pills into his mouth. The pills melted in his mouth and immediately turned into abundant spiritual power to nourish and repair the dry and damaged meridians, preparing for the arrival of the next thunder.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the system that transformed into two hands jumped up and down, one hand quickly scrolled through the mall to buy various protective equipment, and the other hand tightly grasped the transmission switch.

[Host, rest assured. If you can't make it, I will take you away immediately. I have already found a small world that is very suitable for the development of ghost cultivation.]

boom--

The last bolt of thunder struck, illuminating the pitch-black night like day. The human figure standing between heaven and earth looked so small, as if it would be swallowed up in an instant.

Everyone who looked up subconsciously took a step forward, as if they wanted to see this unprecedented spectacle clearly, or as if they wanted to catch the figure that would be swallowed up in the next moment.

You must stay alive.

Countless people prayed silently.

The power of wishes turned into an invisible torrent, floating and gathering upward, passing through the fierce hurricane, crossing the surging thunder, and through the surging spiritual power, silently nourishing the person with a painful expression on his face at the center.

The system was jumping anxiously in the sea of ​​consciousness. Seeing this scene, it didn't even have time to rest. It jumped out of the sea of ​​consciousness and transformed into several pairs of hands, using its hands and feet to stuff them into the host's body.

This is the purest form of wish power, even gods love to eat it, and it has many benefits for the host, who is just one step away from becoming an immortal.

System: I plug it in, I plug it in, and I plug it in again.

A little more, a little more... It's almost there, we'll be through it soon!

Host, hold on!

…

Wei Shengxue's blood-stained robe fluttered in the strong wind. The continuous mountains under his feet had been shattered into endless plains, and then piled up into rolling hills.

When the last ray of lightning disappeared in her meridians and completely dissipated, Wei Shengxue gently opened her tightly closed eyes. The entire sky was suddenly filled with glass-like fragments of light, which passed through the heavy and thick thunderclouds and scattered on the ground.

When the first rays of sunlight fell on his face, Meng Yi came back to his senses in a daze.

He turned his stiff neck and stared blankly at the person beside him, "Is it done?"

The other person also looked lost in thought, staring back blankly, "I don't know."

"Look at the clouds!"

The calamity clouds that covered the sky were being torn apart by some great force, and nine-colored rays of light poured out from the gaps, like an upside-down river in the sky pouring down on Wei Shengxue's damaged spirit body.

A slight sound of jade colliding was heard, and the blood flowing from the wound stopped, instead turning into streams of golden spiritual mist that condensed into substance.

Wei Shengxue subconsciously reached out and scooped up a handful. He stared blankly at the spiritual mist transforming into spiritual energy and being absorbed by his body, muttering, "It really is true... there's a difference between immortals and mortals."

唳——

The cry of a phoenix could be heard from the sky, and the shadow of a three-legged golden crow, holding a crimson flame, rose from the east, while the sea of ​​clouds in the west surged with the light of the moon.

The yin and yang energies that should have repelled each other turned into a Tai Chi diagram above Wei Shengxue's head, with thousands of spiritual energy threads hanging down.

The snow within a thousand miles began to melt, the dead poplar trees on the plateau sprouted new buds, and lotus flowers seemed to break through the ice and bloom under the ice.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled and boiled, and countless golden-armored gods formed by spiritual energy lined up on both sides of the Tianmen.

A long jade staircase appeared out of thin air, and each step reflected the projection of a different world.

Golden lotuses emerged from under Wei Shengxue's feet, reaching straight to the sky.

The spiritual energy hovered, wrapping her inch by inch, brushing away all the worldly airs.

At this point, the immortal body has been formed.

*****

Wei Shengxue slowly descended from the sky, the corners of her clothes fluttering. The blessings of heaven and earth after the thunder tribulation fell on her. The clouds and mist made her look even more ethereal, as if she was about to become an immortal and leave in an instant.

Ying Zheng's gaze fell on the back of her hand, where several scars healed quickly, just like when Taishan first saw them.

In the silence, he raised his eyes and smiled slowly, "Congratulations to my fellow Taoist for achieving the Tao and becoming an immortal. Eternal life is in sight."

Wei Shengxue's eyes were gentle as he grabbed a ray of immortality and condensed it into a jade pendant. The inside of the jade pendant was outlined with vigorous, dignified, ancient and complex lines, forming a word: Politics.

Ying Zheng took the familiar yet unfamiliar jade pendant, and heard Yue Xiaomiao's voice in his ears.

"I am fortunate to have walked the path of cultivation with you, my fellow Taoist. Our bond ends here. May your path be smooth and your life long."

He raised his head suddenly, but the familiar figure was no longer in front of him. Only the black-armored guards who had become more and more imposing in recent years were quietly guarding him.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the long jade-white steps descending from the sky were disappearing inch by inch, carrying away the guests who had mistakenly entered this place.

Ying Zheng put the jade pendant into his sleeve and watched the road to heaven disappear with a look of melancholy and anticipation.

One day...

"Call the Prime Minister and the Minister of Reception..." He checked off the names of the people on the list one by one. "They've been slacking off for dozens of days. It's time for them to rest."

She has her own way to go, and Daqin also has its own journey.

May you and I each get what we wish for.

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