Chapter 964: Jiazi Tian Mang

“I want to place a celestial artifact inside!”

He Ping said frankly: “There’s one requirement—the aura on the celestial artifact must not leak outside the array!”

“Also, the aura outside must be able to pass through the great array and enter inside!”

“I don’t even know if such an array exists?”

After stating his requirements, He Ping looked at Liu Molin.

Liu Molin thought for a moment and said: “There is… in the eighth-rank arrays, there is one called the 【Nine Palaces Infinite Array】—it perfectly matches these criteria!”

“I can set it up!”

He Ping asked: “How long will it take?”

Liu Molin said: “A year.”

“Because I don’t have such an array plate—the plate must be carved from scratch!”

“Good!” He Ping nodded. “Then I’ll wait for you a year!”

“I hope you can produce it by then!”

“Got it!” Liu Molin bowed and immediately went off to work.

He Ping had nowhere else to go, so he went to the scripture hall of the Immortal Volcano and began reading.

He wanted to find out if there had ever been a better way to remove the karmic light from his body.

The next morning, He Ping’s spiritual sense drifted toward his Treasure Basin.

He wanted to see if the celestial artifact 【Qianyuan Jin Dou】 had been enhanced!

But the result surprised He Ping.

No enhancement!

The Qianyuan Jin Dou was still the same Qianyuan Jin Dou.

“This…” He Ping frowned.

If that’s the case, it’s troublesome.

“Not necessarily!” Jin Ku’s voice emerged from within He Ping. “The Qianyuan Jin Dou hasn’t been enhanced likely because it’s a celestial artifact—its rules are different. But that doesn’t mean the accumulated cosmic fortune energy won’t be enhanced later!”

“True!” He Ping nodded.

If I use the Qianyuan Jin Dou to gather cosmic fortune energy, what if the fortune itself can be enhanced?

If it can’t be enhanced, we’ll deal with that later!

First act, then correct the outcome.

He Ping didn’t remove the Qianyuan Jin Dou from the Treasure Basin—he left it there permanently.

Because even a magic treasure’s internal space might not hold it.

Don’t forget—the bronze mask couldn’t be stored inside the Hongmeng Purple Gold Rod’s internal space either.

Keep reading!

Time slipped by—several months passed.

He Ping had combed through every ancient and modern text and finally found several methods to remove karmic energy.

In total, there are three ways to remove karmic light from one’s body.

First: the Jingye Pill!

Made primarily with 【ZaoHua Xian Guang】, different-grade Jingye Pills can be forged; swallowing them removes the karmic light from one’s body.

Second: Merit!

If one possesses merit, heavenly merit can be used to purge karmic light.

But merit is extremely hard to obtain.

He Ping learned that only by making a monumental contribution to the Heavenly Dao or all living beings does one receive heavenly merit.

Only then can it burn away karmic light.

But this is utterly unattainable.

Don’t even think about it.

Third: Red Lotus True Fire!

Among the Ten Primordial True Fires, one is called 【Honglian Zhen Huo】.

If one can find and subjugate this fire, it can burn away one’s own karmic light.

But the problem is, this is also hard to find.

Leave it to fate!

Beyond this, the records mention no other methods to remove karmic debt.

Of course, other methods must exist—just never recorded.

He Ping knew of one pill that could extract karmic light: the 【Shenzhu Pill】.

Back then, Master Wang Dun gave him one Shenzhu Pill—not only did it remove his karmic light, it washed away every flaw in his cultivation journey.

It was that astonishing.

Unfortunately, He Ping didn’t know the formula for the Shenzhu Pill.

“Master…”

“Dad!”

“Finished reading yet?”

Luo Bingyao, clad in sky-blue Daoist robes and with a stern expression, strode into the scripture hall where He Ping was reading. “Someone’s here for you.”

He Ping lounged lazily in his chair: “Who?”

“A gorgeous woman!” Luo Bingyao’s stern face broke into a sly grin. “The most beautiful woman in the world!”

“Holy shit…” He Ping froze. “Hong Luo Xian?”

“What Hong Luo Xian?” Luo Bingyao said. “It’s Gu Miaochen—the witch woman—she’s here to see you.”

“Oh oh oh…” He Ping nodded. “So it’s her. Did she say what she wants?”

Luo Bingyao closed her mouth and shook her head.

He Ping stood up. “Let’s go see.”

In He Ping’s mind, among the entire Spirit Realm, Hong Luo Xian was unquestionably the most beautiful.

But Gu Miaochen was close—she ranked second.

Hmm… Xihu came third!

What a pity!

In the grand hall, host and guest sat facing each other.

Luo Bingyao stood by, serving.

“He Daoist, it’s been a long time!” Gu Miaochen smiled warmly at He Ping.

He Ping nodded: “Three hundred years isn’t long. Gu Daoist, speak plainly—Bingyao is my disciple!”

“Very good!” Gu Miaochen looked at Luo Bingyao. “The legendary Konglinggen—already at Mahayana Emperor Realm Level Twelve!”

He Ping: …………

“He Daoist, I’ve come seeking something from you,” Gu Miaochen took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes fixed on He Ping with a hint of nervousness. “Do you still have any 【Dimu Xue Dan】 left?”

He Ping was speechless.

This woman never knew when to stop taking advantage.

Before He Ping could refuse, Gu Miaochen added: “He Daoist, the 【Jiazi Tian Mang】 is approaching—the sixty-thousand-year cycle. How much do you know about it?”

“Jiazi Tian Mang?”

He Ping, hearing this unfamiliar term, was baffled.

Gu Miaochen explained: “Every sixty thousand years, there is a sixty-year period during which the Heavenly Dao malfunctions!”

“During this time, oaths sworn to the Heavenly Dao have no effect!”

“No one can summon heavenly tribulation!”

“No one can ascend to the Immortal Realm!”

“Even beings like the Jin Ku clan, who bear the Heavenly Dao’s curse, are temporarily freed from its constraints!”

“For some, these sixty years are a blessing; for others, a disaster.”

“For our witch clan, it’s a disaster!”

He Ping had never heard this before—he was deeply intrigued. “Why is it a disaster for your clan?”

“Huh…” Luo Bingyao drew a deep breath. “You forgot—the moment a Xian cultivator uses their power, they lose one hundred thousand years of lifespan?”

He Ping was stunned. “Right… I get it. You mean, during this sixty-year period, Xian cultivators can use their power without losing any lifespan?”

Gu Miaochen nodded.

He Ping was utterly shocked.

Damn.

That’s seriously troublesome.