Chapter 906: Tianwei Group Formation

"No need, thank you!"

He Pingsheng smiled slightly: "I know Your Majesty's divination is unparalleled, but the very value of fate lies in its uncertainty!"

"I don't want to know good or bad omens!"

If it were a great auspicious sign, it would be fine—joyfully moving forward.

But what if the divination revealed a great ominous sign—go or not go?

Would you just not go?

Wouldn't that be frustrating?

"Very well," said the Black Tortoise Emperor: "Nothing is fixed. Sometimes, even when a great auspicious sign is foretold, if the subject's destiny cannot hold it, it often transforms into a great ominous sign!"

"Then… does you, Brother He, go to the 【Golden Bitter Immortal Ruins】 of the Western Extreme Continent?"

"Throughout the Spirit Realm, any cultivator who has reached the Mahayana Emperor realm may apply for a Golden Bitter Token!"

"If you don't have one, I can help you obtain one!"

He Pingsheng was stunned: "What…? Are all Mahayana Emperors in the entire Spirit Realm entering the Golden Bitter Immortal Ruins?"

"Not quite," said the Black Tortoise Emperor: "The main purpose of entering the Golden Bitter Immortal Ruins is to seek the Ten True Poisons. Generally, only those with a Golden Linggen who primarily cultivate metal-elemental energy enter it—otherwise, even if you enter, you may not subdue the Ten True Poisons within."

"Thus, many Emperor-level demons do not go."

"For example, the Phoenix Clan usually does not go."

"But not always—sometimes the Phoenix Clan does go, though their motives are unclear."

He Pingsheng nodded.

The Four Divine Clans sometimes go merely to hinder human growth.

Or to prevent other powerful races from taking root on the Western Extreme Continent, avoiding the rise of a fifth dominant race in the Spirit Realm.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" He Pingsheng said: "But I already have a Golden Bitter Token."

"Then good!" said the Black Tortoise Emperor: "I may also go to see if I can gain some opportunity."

"Shall we go together?"

He Pingsheng said: "I'll go ahead first. We can decide our plans at the entrance."

"Good!"

The two reached an agreement.

After giving the Black Tortoise his blood-red tortoise shell, He Pingsheng left the Northern Sea Emperor Domain directly and returned to the Solitary Pine Mountain in the Zhu Que Emperor Domain.

After returning, He Pingsheng visited Nan Qiqi's cultivation ground once more.

Nan Qiqi was doing well—she had reached the third layer of Body Integration.

"I'm searching too," Nan Qiqi said, looking at He Pingsheng with worry: "But since Brother Wang Dun left after the Stone Platform Gathering, he has never reappeared—as if he never existed!"

"Also," Nan Qiqi said: "About twenty to thirty years after the Stone Platform Gathering, someone reported nine-nine Silent Annihilation Thunder Tribulations descending in a certain location within the Eastern Shore Emperor Domain."

"Later, the Emperor Lords jointly investigated and concluded the cultivator undergoing tribulation was very likely Wang Dun."

"Since then, there has been no further trace of Wang Dun."

"Sigh… I wonder how he is."

"I've sent many people to search—no results."

Nan Qiqi had grown thin from worry.

He Pingsheng nodded: "The Golden Bitter Immortal Ruins are about to open—maybe this guy will show up to join the commotion!"

"I think so too!" Nan Qiqi said: "In thirty more years, when the Golden Bitter Immortal Ruins open, even if Wang Dun doesn't go, he will surely go when the 【Floating Mountain】 appears above the Evil Sea a thousand years later!"

"I've heard there are Immortal Elixirs inside the Floating Mountain!"

"Alright," He Pingsheng said: "If I hear any news about Brother Wang, I'll tell you immediately."

"What about your Zhu Que Clan—will you go to the Golden Bitter Immortal Ruins?"

"No," Nan Qiqi shook her head: "Our Zhu Que Clan has not obtained a Golden Bitter Token. Even if we had one, we wouldn't go—without Mahayana Emperor-level cultivation, entering is no different from walking into death."

"Brother He, take care."

"Alright," He Pingsheng bowed, then left.

Back at the Solitary Pine Mountain, He Pingsheng resumed his seclusion.

He meditated on the Rule of Time while cultivating his 【Mystic Stillness True Scripture】.

Originally, he had reached the fourth layer of the Body Integration section of the 【Mystic Stillness True Scripture】, but later, after merging with the Dao four times in succession, his cultivation base surged from the fourth layer to Body Integration eighth layer.

His cultivation advanced too quickly—his spiritual sense had not kept pace.

Now, it was time to catch up.

Pure spiritual refinement was swift.

One year!

Two years!

Three years!

After another thirty-eight years, He Pingsheng's spiritual sense finally caught up to his cultivation base.

Both his spiritual sense and cultivation base had reached Body Integration eighth layer.

He Pingsheng stepped out of his cultivation chamber and dismissed his Small Spirit World!

After a brief instruction, he tore open the void and returned from the Solitary Pine Mountain to Tianweidicheng.

"Has Luo Bingyao not returned?" He Pingsheng asked Feng Wu.

Feng Wu said: "No… but the young mistress sends word periodically to assure her safety."

"Look!"

He pulled out a stack of over a dozen jade slips.

Each jade slip contained Luo Bingyao's message of safety for He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng listened through them all from start to finish, chuckling: "This girl is quite thoughtful."

"Whoa, she's broken through to Body Integration?"

"Impressive, my disciple!"

"Is the shop's supply of pills still sufficient?"

"Yes," Feng Wu said: "The last batch you gave was too much—it'll last a while longer."

"A hundred years is no problem."

"Alright," He Pingsheng nodded. Since the pill supply was sufficient, no further refining was needed.

One year remained until the Golden Bitter Immortal Ruins opened.

He Pingsheng had originally planned to spend a year refining pills—now that he didn't need to, then…

Should he go ahead early?

After all, he had never been to the Western Extreme Continent!

Going ahead to familiarize himself wouldn't hurt.

As He Pingsheng studied the map to determine his exact teleportation destination, a visitor arrived at the shop.

The Tianwei Empress.

"Tianwei Daoist?" He Pingsheng looked up: "Please, sit!"

The Tianwei Empress walked to He Pingsheng's counter and stood there: "Brother He, you've finally returned—I've been waiting for you all these years!"

After witnessing He Pingsheng's battle with the Transcendent Immortal last time, she grew even more wary of his power.

Of course, she also grew even more respectful toward him.

He Pingsheng said: "Why are you waiting for me?"

The Empress said: "The Golden Bitter Immortal Ruins… aren't you going too?"

"Perfect—I'm going as well. Let's form a team!"

He Pingsheng said: "Are you a Golden Linggen?"

"No…" the Empress said: "Don't worry about my linggen—competition on the Western Extreme Continent isn't just about the Ten True Poisons; protecting humanity is equally vital!"

"Because it's not just about the Ten True Poisons—it's about the hearts and minds of the Western Extreme Continent's inhabitants!"

"Golden Bitter Emperor is the supreme deity in the hearts of countless beings on the Western Extreme Continent. Whoever obtains the Ten True Poisons within the Golden Bitter Immortal Ruins will surely gain the support of its inhabitants!"

"The benefits speak for themselves!"

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