Chapter 289 Becoming Emperor (1)
Qingpingzi nodded with a smile. He led Ji Rong toward Yunya and asked, "Junior Sister, do we need more time to prepare?"
Ji Rong shook her head and said, "We've told you everything we need to. Let's start making arrangements so we can finish repairing the Hundred Skills Seal as soon as possible and emerge from seclusion soon."
Qingpingzi nodded solemnly and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister. That's how it should be."
He carefully re-established the formation at Cloud Cliff before turning to Ji Rong, who was lying beside him, and said, "Junior Sister, the formation is complete. Let's begin."
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong stood up. She flapped her wings and quickly transformed into a tree trunk, wrapping Qing Pingzi, whose gaze was gradually becoming more and more fervent, with golden leaves. The two of them spent their time in this way, exchanging ideas every three days.
Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. Qingpingzi's Hundred Skills Seal has been divided into more than two hundred faces. The missing corners on the seal have long been repaired, leaving only a dozen or so cracks squeezed out by the new faces.
As for Ji Rong, her cultivation at the Demon King Realm had already reached its peak, but for the past four years, she had been unable to find an opportunity to advance further!
Hearing Ji Rong's complaints, Qing Pingzi laughed at her and said, "Junior sister, you are knowledgeable, but your temperament is lacking."
We cultivators often talk about enlightenment, but what is enlightenment? It is something we can only know at that moment.
For us cultivators, the first four stages all involve consolidating our vital energy and strengthening our bones.
Once one cultivates to the Profound Spirit Realm, one will be able to travel freely throughout the Nine Provinces.
Once one reaches the Supreme Realm, one will be able to observe the appearance of heaven and earth.
Once a king has achieved great mastery of cultivation, he can knock on the Blood Barrier and use lightning tribulation to temper his bloodline.
The so-called achievement of becoming an emperor means to grasp the fundamental principles of destiny, begin to enjoy the blessings of heaven and earth, temper one's bloodline, and begin to comprehend the mysteries of heaven and earth.
When we achieve the realm of sainthood, we must inscribe our mark on heaven and earth, leaving behind the Dao imprint, which is called attaining the Dao.
"Junior sister, you haven't found that opportunity yet, so just wait patiently."
Day after day of waiting, day after day of talking to each other, Ji Rong's expectations for Emperor Cheng turned into anxiety, and then back to indifference.
On this day, as the morning light shone on the cloud-covered cliff, it was Qingpingzi's turn to preach to Ji Rong once again.
Just as he was about to begin speaking, Ji Rong, who was staring intently at the morning light as if she could see the five-colored glow, suddenly felt something strange in the spiritual lake within her body, and it began to stir.
"The Emperor's opportunity has arrived." Ji Rong immediately transformed into a bird, her heart filled with joy.
She grabbed Qingpingzi, who was about to start reciting the "Scripture of Creation," and exclaimed joyfully, "Senior Brother, I'm going to advance!"
No sooner had these words been spoken than several crisp "crack, crack, crack" sounds rang out from Ji Rong's body.
In that instant, all the bones supporting Ji Rong's spiritual platform shattered, and her spiritual platform collapsed without warning. The intense pain caused Ji Rong's mind to wander, and her head involuntarily fell backward, limply passing through the air.
Her tree trunk grew from her shattered soul, piercing through her intestines, gleaming with golden light.
In a daze, she saw the scene of five-colored divine light on the horizon again.
Life and death, gathering and separation, rise and fall, the five elements generating each other, yin and yang accompanying each other—these timeless, mundane truths resounded in Ji Rong's mind like mantras.
"Senior brother!" Ji Rong cried out with all his might to the anxious Qing Pingzi, "I am about to be promoted. The future of this journey is unknown, and I am likely to die at most. If I fail to become emperor, please send my ashes to the Dragon and Phoenix Palace and give them to Jue Jun. They will bury me in the place I want to go..."
Just as Ji Rong finished speaking, a five-colored spark fell straight down towards her from the horizon.
The spark had barely touched Ji Rong's body when it spread rapidly, scorching her feathers and burning her exposed tree trunk. The fire burned ever brighter, tearing her skin and flesh apart.
Ji Rong lay helplessly on the ground, like a tattered sack. Golden energy flowed from her abdomen, and upon contact with the firelight, it instantly transformed into a vast expanse of spiritual energy.
At that moment, lightning struck, hitting Ji Rong squarely between the eyebrows, and then carrying Ji Rong's overflowing thoughts as it continued to strike downwards.
As expected of the most delicious nourishment in the world, the lightning bolt, as soon as it struck, seemed to have found a treasure and did not want to leave. It dragged its long tail and kept striking Ji Rong's abdomen.
Ji Rong's eyes were lifeless, her heart had long been burned black by the firelight inside and outside and was no longer moving, her thoughts were scattered and she was already broken.
Her life passed by in a blur, like a fleeting glimpse through a fleeting eye, and once again she saw in its entirety that magical world of five colors and mist.
Golden energy surged across the land, and a spark fell, burning away the primordial energy and leaving behind some ashes.
The ashes fell into the soil and sprouted colorful flowers and trees.
The ashes fell back into the source, giving rise to all sorts of strangely shaped fish.
The source of the fish remained unchanged, but there were too many of them, so they moved to the shore and grew limbs and claws.
Above the heavens, there is a pair of eyes watching the world He created. If anything displeases Him, the earth will suddenly cave in as if opening a gaping maw, engulfing the creature in the soil without leaving a trace.
As Ji Rong's thoughts drifted, her spiritual platform was reconstructed.
She saw her shattered bones being swept aside by more source energy within her body, and then gathered together by the lightning tentacle that resembled multiple claws. It quickly rearranged and reconnected these shattered bones within Ji Rong's body, supporting the abdominal cavity of Ji Rong's bird-like form.
Then it seemed to happily plunge into the source lake, embracing the golden source water and absorbing it voraciously.
As it continued to absorb, a layer of sacred golden lightning gradually appeared on its body. With a "whoosh," Ji Rong's heart, which had been severed and burned black, was instantly electrified and began to beat again.
With another "whoosh" of lightning, Ji Rong's blood vessels and meridians, which had been burned to a crisp, were nourished by spiritual energy again and began to flow once more, driven by her heart.
The lightning absorbed all the source water from half the lake, revealing the bottom of the pool. There was a layer of golden sediment at the bottom, and the lightning tentacles scraped off the sediment, gradually forming a small, golden mud ball.
It kneaded the mud ball and attached it to the huge cavity inside Ji Rong's body, then moved the charred tree trunk inside.
Then Ji Rong’s spiritual platform reappeared within her body. This spiritual platform was like a magical artifact, forming its own space and no longer dependent on Ji Rong’s body, as if it could be released at any time.
The charred tree trunk grew back, but this time it was no longer golden. It was just like an ordinary tree, with green leaves and brown roots, very common.
Qingpingzi paced anxiously outside. As the lightning slowly merged into Ji Rong's body, he finally saw a charred, strip-shaped object on the lotus seat, which had been exposed after the lightning struck and dispersed the clouds. Qingpingzi went forward, sniffed it, and realized it was Ji Rong. She was still alive and had a heartbeat!
But Qingpingzi was still worried. Looking at Ji Rong, who was already charred and peeling, he stretched out his claws and carefully probed into the flesh of Ji Rong's body. When he did so, Qingpingzi's heart sank. Sixty percent of his junior sister Qing Ji Zi's flesh had turned into charcoal.
Qingpingzi immediately started circling around Ji Rong anxiously, his five tails flailing wildly in the air. The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he felt.
He thought to himself, "Although my junior sister had a fortuitous encounter beforehand, she was able to absorb the ancestral tree and its source into her body and form a symbiotic relationship."
However, she did not expect that her original bloodline was too weak, and she did not consume many rare and precious treasures to break through the shackles.
Currently, her foundation is insufficient. Even if she has a strong will and perseveres until she truly transforms into an empress, she will become like a dry tinderbox, and her life will not last long.
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