Chapter 147: The Momentum of Heaven and Earth

"... The momentum of heaven and earth, heaven-human unity..."

Jiang Ding recalled the technique word by word, many of the principles and contents of which had already been understood and were being rapidly digested into his own things.

In fact, even Li Qingyun, whose Immortal Dao education was far inferior to his, could understand it, let alone him.

The principles and methods of this technique were not difficult; the difficulty was doing it.

"Contemplation..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, following the method in the technique, imagining himself becoming a gold-attribute spiritual energy particle between heaven and earth, the Internal Qi changing complexly, adjusting his breathing, and thereby adjusting his spiritual sense frequency.

99% of the difficulty was here.

The spiritual sense intensity of the vast majority of people was average, and no matter how they adjusted, it was impossible to affect their spiritual sense frequency.

Of the remaining people with high spiritual sense intensity, 90% didn't have enough sensitivity to perceive the breathing and frequency spectrum of spiritual energy particles between heaven and earth.

This kind of sensitivity often only appeared in people with top-tier talent.

In a trance, Jiang Ding saw the change of time, the rotation of all things, the surrounding mountains and forests disappeared, even the blue sky disappeared, leaving only a gray and chaotic piece, dim and incomparable, space and time no longer rotating and flowing.

He could only wander randomly in the chaos, not knowing the years.

Suddenly, an orange-red light appeared. Jiang Ding looked closely and saw it was an orange-red point of light, wandering around just like him, flickering on and off.

He felt an instinctive disgust for this little thing and moved away from it.

As time passed, he saw other light spots, green, yellow, blue, among which he felt some intimacy for the blue light spots and stayed by its side for a period of time.

But not long after, he left again. His instinct told him that he was looking for something.

I don't know how long it took, finally, a golden-white light appeared in front of his eyes, and a feeling far more intimate than other particles surged into his heart.

No longer hesitating, Jiang Ding flew toward it, merged with it, and was unwilling to leave its side for a long time. Finally, even the frequency of flashing was the same, almost indistinguishable which was which.

Jiang Ding's eyes blurred, and he woke up from meditation. A thick fatigue surged into his heart, as if he had stayed up late for seven days and seven nights, withered and incomparable.

"Success, the effect of spiritual sense is too strong."

Jiang Ding recalled the understanding he once had. His breathing and spiritual sense frequency changed bit by bit. Ten minutes later, it became the same frequency as the flashing of the white-gold particles.

In an instant, there was a huge change.

He could clearly feel that there were many spiritual energy particles in the air, green, yellow, blue, red, five colors. The green, yellow, blue, and red particles ignored him, only some golden-white particles transmitted intimacy, flying toward him on their own, dancing and flowing around him.

Very few, only 1% of the gold-attribute particles in the surrounding environment were attracted.

"Slash!"

Jiang Ding moved his mind, a sword Qi emerged from between his index fingers, shooting toward the ground, and a bottomless pit appeared.

"It has indeed increased."

Feeling it for a moment, Jiang Ding judged: "It's only about 1%. It's probably because my imitation is too clumsy, only 1% of the gold-attribute particles are moved?"

"But it can still be improved."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and fell into a cultivation state.

For seven consecutive days, in addition to class and cultivation, Jiang Ding immersed himself in this interesting imitation game, adjusting his spiritual sense frequency bit by bit, leaning toward the direction of getting more gold-attribute particles to be intimate.

"It's 10% now, stuck in a bottleneck. I don't know what the reason is."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, ended the imitation game, and said with slight regret.

He guessed that it might be because there was no spiritual sense. No matter how much a person imitates a bird, even if the temperament is completely consistent, but it doesn't look the same, it won't work.

Whoosh!

Jiang Ding reached out his hand, and the blue-gold small tree, over 1.3 meters tall, with the sun hanging on the tree shade, shrank, turning into a flying sword about a foot long, falling into his hand and disappearing.

In the distance, the drone on automatic cruise scouting returned, transmitting the surveillance footage from a day ago to him from dozens of kilometers away.

"Well, after more than a month, many cities in the Yue State have restored order."

"Land reclamation, disaster relief, clearing wild beasts, even river management is being initially handled by people. The water and land management projects of the early dynasty are about to begin."

"Tang Wang has the appearance of a wise monarch. He should be given a full corpse."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself continuously, just about to leave and end today's cultivation, when he was suddenly startled.

In the direction of Yuejing, which was the focus of monitoring, a thunderbolt from nowhere descended, blasting a hole several zhang in size in the golden roof of the imperial palace. Through the edge of the vaporized glazed tiles, one could vaguely see a body wearing a dragon robe, with only half a cooked skull left.

It was Tang Wang.

The founding emperor of the Tang State, the first wise monarch of the Tang State, who started from a corner of the East Spirit and swept the world, swallowing the whole country.

Beside his headless corpse, one could vaguely see a dozen people, all in vermilion and purple robes, and also golden-armored imperial generals. They were all charred black, already carbonized.

The entire imperial palace was in chaos, and many maids and guards fled in terror under the heavenly might.

In the sky, thunderbolts fell unhurriedly, turning the strange-looking maids and guards in the crowd into carbon corpses. Normal people were unharmed, regardless of their identity.

A black-clothed person appeared from nowhere, flying in the sky in panic, at least at the late Qi Condensation stage, falling under a thunderbolt, no different from a mortal.

In a few breaths, the thunderbolts washed over the imperial palace once and disappeared.

What was suspicious was that this death of the emperor and many important ministers should have triggered chaos sweeping the whole city, and then let the whole world fall into chaos again, coming for another round of heroes competing for the world.

The fact was that the chaos was quickly quelled, and even the capital city wasn't very chaotic.

"Foundation Establishment means!"

Jiang Ding said solemnly: "It has similarities with the magic techniques of that kind-faced old Daoist. Could it be that the Qiyu Sect won the war and is re-cleaning up its ruling area?"

"Or is it a trap? Using the death of that black-robed person whose identity is not simple to lure me into throwing myself into the net."

"Not very likely."

Jiang Ding shook his head again: "According to common sense, the person who could kill the black-robed person in a short time is likely Foundation Establishment. I am just a small Internal Qi Great Perfection martial artist. How could they use Foundation Establishment to lure me into throwing myself into the net."

"In this way, the Qiyu Sect's Ascension Assembly is about to begin."

"Should I participate?"

Jiang Ding's expression was hesitant, unable to make up his mind for a while.

He put away the concealment formation flags nearby, his figure flashed, and he rushed to the nearest Chizhong Prefecture.

Several hours later,

Jiang Ding came to Chizhong Prefecture again. The blood stains on the city wall hadn't dried yet, and there were far fewer people than before, most of whom were still the population migrated from various places by Tang Wang's edict.

The city was much more desolate, but the order was okay, and the people coming and going were mostly in a hurry, with all trades waiting to be revived.

Within a short day, the capital city's great change hadn't reached here, and everything was as usual.

Jiang Ding wasn't in a hurry, found a corner to leave, and didn't walk in a direction until the seventh day, when the changes triggered by Yuejing spread here.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 148 =====