The Sun was like blood, shedding down faint red light that illuminated the Ding Guo Palace.
Luo Sha stared at Duke Ding Guo's body and felt the power of the peak of the sixth level. She realized how lucky she was to have met Ling Xian.
She also realized that her fate has completely changed.
The darkness has passed. From this moment on, she will welcome the light and turn into a dragon.
"Of the five Dans, I helped you digest two. As for the other three, after you stabilize your training, you can digest them yourself."
Ling Xian faintly smiled. He didn't want to use Dans to increase Luo Sha's training. Not only because she couldn't reach the undefeatable realm, but also because her foundation was not stable.
Luo Sha's natural talent was weak. If she trained on her own, she would never reach the sixth level.
"Thank you, Master." The Rakshasa's red lips parted slightly, revealing a look of joy and anticipation.
After merely digesting two Dans, she broke through to the peak of the sixth level. It wasn't hard to imagine how much more powerful she will become after digesting the rest of the Dans.
"I thought you would blame me." Ling Xian grinned. Staring at the Sun, his eyes flickered with anticipation.
His soul had recovered. It was time for him to leave Planet of Eternal Immortal and find his physical body. But before that, he had to find the Painting of the Nine Immortals.
Back then, he exiled this treasure and knew where it was. Compared to his physical body, the Painting of the Nine Immortals was easy to find.
"If I train myself, I don't know how long it will take me to reach the sixth level." Luo Sha exclaimed. There was only joy and happiness, no resentment.
To reach the sixth level in half an hour, countless people envied her. How could she not be satisfied?
"As long as you understand. Don't worry, there are too many treasures in the world that can cleanse your body and stabilize your foundation."
"With your training, it's not hard to get them."
Ling Xian smiled, "Okay, it's time for me to leave."
"Are we … still Master and disciple?" Luo Sha was silent. Though she didn't want to admit it, she really did miss Ling Xian.
"Of course, it's just a temporary farewell. It's not the end of our relationship." Ling Xian smiled, "You should leave the Wei Dynasty as well."
"I understand." Luo Sha nodded. With Ling Xian here, nobody dared to provoke her. If Ling Xian left, she would be in danger.
"Let's go. Leave with me." Ling Xian flapped around his sleeve and left with Luosha. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.
…
At the border of the Wei Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, Ling Xian stood with his hands behind his back. Looking at Luosha, who had a complex expression, he said, "Let's part ways here. When you reach the eighth level, come find me."
"I don't even know your name." Luo Sha bitterly smiled. She only knew that Ling Xian was extremely capable and that he was an expert in arrays, alchemy, and crafts. She knew nothing else.
"Remember, my name is Ling Xian."
Chuckling, Ling Xian's silhouette faded and disappeared.
Luo Sha's mind went blank.
Not every place has a statue of Ling Xian. But his name truly shocked the world. Nobody didn't know about him. Nobody didn't know about him.
Therefore, Luo Sha was stunned, unable to believe that he was the legendary Ling Xian.
…
Within the icy cold and desolate universe, a mysterious ancient painting floated there. It was coiled with an ancient aura and flowed with profound dao markings.
It was devoid of light and was like a grain of sand that floated in the river of stars, completely inconspicuous.
It was the Painting of the Nine Immortals.
Ten years had passed, and it remained motionless like a clay statue, quietly waiting for its master to return.
Just then, the Painting of the Nine Immortals suddenly emitted seven colors that brightened up the river of stars.
A peerless celestial silhouette arrived with the wind. His style was peerless, like a celestial emperor.
It was Ling Xian.
He personally released the Painting of the Nine Immortals. As long as Little Zi doesn't wake up, the Painting of the Nine Immortals will not move.
"Master, I have returned. I have returned with the Flame of the Calming Soul."
Staring at the Painting of the Nine Immortals that seemed to be welcoming its master, Ling Xian faintly smiled and entered the painting.
After 10 years, the Painting of the Nine Immortals was still as beautiful as ever.
Nine Mountains of the Healing Soul stood tall. Other than the last one, the first eight all had silhouettes floating in the air.
However, their faces were lifeless and their eyes were lifeless.
Below the eight Immortals, Little Zi's soul sat in a lotus position. She was still in a deep sleep and showed no signs of waking up.
It was obvious how badly she was injured in the battle 10 years ago.
However, compared to the Demon Buddha, she was considered lucky. At least she didn't die. If she wakes up, she can rebuild her physical body.
"She really hasn't woken up." Ling Xian softly sighed. Seeing the Painting of the Nine Immortals, he knew that Little Zi hasn't woken up yet.
Because if Little Zi wakes up, she will definitely take the Painting of the Nine Immortals and not stay here.
"Master, I have found the Flame of the Calming Soul. I hope you can wake up."
Looking at the lifeless eyes of the eight Immortals, Ling Xian mumbled to himself. He found it hard to hide his anticipation and anxiety.
The Flame of the Calming Soul was his only hope of reviving the eight Immortals. If this treasure is useless, then he really doesn't know how to revive them.
Ling Xian called out mentally and the Flame of the Calming Soul appeared. Like an undying Sun, it emitted blinding light.
At the same time, the Mountain of the Healing Soul, the Steel of the Settling Soul, the Lake of the Resting Soul, and the Tree of the Warming Soul all began to shine.
HOMMM!
A mysterious force descended and engulfed the entire Painting of the Nine Immortals.
Immediately, Little Zi's soul began to shine and its Qi increased.
Ling Xian did the same.
To know that his soul has been restored to its prime. But right now, it was even stronger. It wasn't hard to imagine how magical the Field of the Healing Soul was.
"I have finally done it."
Ling Xian exclaimed. 200 years ago, the Keeper of Land and Sea told him that if he wants the Nine Immortals' soul to stay, he must find the five treasures.
200 years later, he has finally found the Field of the Healing Soul. Naturally, he was exclaiming.
"I hope Little Zi can wake up and the eight Immortals can be revived." Ling Xian mumbled to himself. As much as he was excited, he was also anxious.
Time passed by little by little. The energy from the Field of the Healing Soul continued to grow and multiply. Compared to a single treasure, it was hundreds of times more powerful.
However, Little Zi has yet to awaken and the eight Immortals were still in a daze.
"The Field of the Healing Soul doesn't work …" Ling Xian bitterly smiled, disappointed.
Other than the mysterious Field of the Healing Soul, he couldn't think of anything else that could revive the eight Immortals.
"It's not that it doesn't work, it's that I need time."
These words made Ling Xian frown. He looked at the ninth Mountain of the Healing Soul.
The mountain began to emit light and an immortal silhouette appeared. It was surrounded by heavenly light but its true appearance was hidden.
Instantly, nine dragons shone and golden lotuses appeared. Many other strange phenomena appeared, all of them grander than the Immortal's.
BOOOM!
Immortal energy shocked the galaxy and heavenly light lit up the world. The immortal silhouette stood proudly on top of the Mountain of the Healing Soul, displaying his undefeatable demeanor.
Different from the eight Immortals, the moment he appeared, he shocked the heavens. Though he was not at the undefeatable level, he was no weaker than those near the Taoist Realm.
Even though he was merely a remnant soul, he had the power of an Immortal. It wasn't hard to imagine how extraordinary he was.
Even the Keeper of Land and Sea, the Immortal of Thieves, could not compare to him.
"The Ninth Immortal …"
Ling Xian revealed a smile. One of his regrets was that he couldn't meet the Ninth Immortal. Now that he has met him, of course he was happy.
"You are the chosen inheritor?" The Ninth Immortal stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were like the galaxy, calm and unwavering.
"I am Ling Xian. Nice to meet you." Ling Xian grinned. He wanted to know what the Ninth Immortal looked like and what his identity was.
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