The growth of Divine Power is clearly significant for enhancing one’s strength, as it concerns the foundation of the Martial Arts Realm.
Yet, the growth of Divine Power cannot be achieved in just one day, requiring the accumulation of ti.
Even with his current Essence Qi, he needs several hundred days to accumulate to reach Great Success in the Unity Realm.
In this situation, he has no other ans to rapidly increase the accumulation of Divine Power, thereby quickly achieving Great Success in the Unity Realm.
As thoughts turned in his mind, he considered the breakthrough of his Cultivation Technique.
After achieving Perfection, one must forge their own path; the farther one goes, the stronger their combat power.
This is true for other Martial Artists, and even more so for him.
Additionally, a breakthrough in the corresponding Cultivation Technique will bring an increase in Essence Qi, thereby accelerating the efficiency of condensing Divine Power.
However, there is still an unavoidable issue, which is the accumulation of Source Points.
With only a little over twenty Source Points left, it is completely insufficient for a breakthrough in the important Cultivation Techniques.
Moreover, those important Cultivation Techniques, having reached this point, beco increasingly difficult for further breakthroughs; it is not a task achieved in one night, and cannot bring significant strength enhancent in a short period.
"Then there’s only one choice left!" he muttered to himself in his heart.
In his mind, the legacy of the Yin Yang Dao Embryo erged.
To gather the purest Yin and Yang Qi and forge an Innate Dao Embryo in the Spirit Platform.
Once ford, the Dao Embryo resembles a primordial egg, enveloped in Yin Yang Mysterious Light outside, and harboring creation and vitality within.
This thod is indeed the path to achieve the Primordial Spirit.
Once successful, the Divine Soul transforms into the Primordial Spirit, stepping into the realm of the Immortal, establishing the Immortal Dao Foundation.
Though he has yet to tread the Immortal Dao and cannot employ the mystical Daoist Skills, nor fully utilize the prowess of the Immortal.
Yet, he has witnessed the mighty power of the Primordial Spirit, capable of manifesting realms on its own.
Within such realms, one is the sovereign.
With this power, the Immortal’s ability to soar can cover hundreds of miles in an instant, capable of traversing from the Eastern Sea at dawn to the West Desert at dusk.
He knows well that the Primordial Spirit ford by the Yin Yang Dao Embryo is of the highest foundation, known as the Nine Profound Yin Yang Immortal.
"If this thod succeeds, it will greatly impact my strength! After all, this is the realm of the Immortal! Xia Xuanyan is nothing more than this."
"The highest Immortal Dao Foundation is destined to be among the strongest as an Immortal!"
He understood within his heart.
Previously unaware, he had sowhat underestimated the Immortal.
After all, Qingyuan Taoist of Qingyuan Blessed Land, as an Immortal, could only injure Prince Huaian Lu Zhan with a single move.
Once Lu Zhan appeared to him as a towering mountain, but now he understands.
Prince Huaian Lu Zhan, as a rising star, may be powerful, his Essence Qi, Spirit, and Mind have long rged into the First Grade Unity Realm.
But truly reckoning, he doesn’t amount to much.
The Unity Realm level, the longer the ti accumulation, the deeper the foundation, the more majestic the Divine Power, the stronger the prowess.
Those who are truly powerful have over a century of sedint in this realm.
Such as Prince Huaian Ji Xuan, such as Beicang King, these paramount figures are the true elite.
Among these figures, those who walk their own path and go further are the strongest.
Such a comparison reveals the gap between Prince Huaian Lu Zhan and these elite figures are not insignificant.
Qingyuan Taoist, as an Immortal, had the mind calculated but did not take down Prince Huaian Lu Zhan.
Just from this point, he fell to the Lower level.
After understanding, his previous fear of the Immortal subsided slightly.
But now realizing the Immortal Dao Foundation has its highs and lows, the Immortal also varies in strength.
The slight contempt in his heart quietly dissipated.
The division of Upper, Middle, Lower, and Highest Immortal Dao Foundations, the distinction in strength is clear.
Qingyuan Blessed Land, with its na as Blessed Land, in his view, must have deficient legacy, far inferior to Xuanhuang Great Cave Heaven, let alone the Top Three Heavens.
The might of the Top Three Heavens, he learned from the Martial Saint, is formidable enough to halt the Martial Saint at their peak.
The legacy and foundation, he obtained so understanding from his knowledge of Shangyang Immortal Sect.
The path the Nine Netherworld Tribulation Fire Great Celestial Venerable once walked is now within his grasp.
The necessary elents to forge the Innate Dao Embryo, Shangyang Immortal Sect has long arranged to go to the sect’s subordinate Cave Heavens, where mastery of Yin Yang Rules enables gathering the purest Yin and Yang Qi.
On the path of Immortal Dao, the sect’s foundation is undoubtedly very important.
Qingyuan Taoist in his view is unworthy of the title ’Immortal,’ but he now understands, originating from Blessed Land, the Immortal Dao Foundation must not be strong.
Various thoughts erged in his mind, when suddenly.
In the deep night at the National Master Mansion, there ca the sound of knocking.
In an instant, his eyes focused, looking towards the front yard of the National Master Mansion.
In the next mont, his expression was surprised, for soone had co from the palace.
...
At the gates of the National Master Mansion.
"Greetings, Miss Qinghe!" An inner guard dressed in a black-red official robe looked at Qinghe and spoke with respect.
Being one of the only two maids of the National Master Mansion, he had been dispatched to the mansion, naturally recognizing Qinghe’s portrait.
Subsequently, he took out two invitations from his chest.
"Please, Miss Qinghe, imdiately pass these to Dongling Marquis and the State Preceptor. The Holy Emperor will hold a court session at quarter past three a.m. tomorrow. This matter is crucial, please ensure tily delivery."
After these words, he handed the invitations to Qinghe’s hands.
"Master..." Qinghe began to speak, but was interrupted by the guard.
He clasped his fist towards Qinghe: "I must take my leave, I have other officials to inform, ti is pressing, I cannot delay further!"
Leaving these words, he hurried away, swiftly disappearing into the shadows beneath the distant eaves.
Qinghe watched the disappearing figure in the distance and lowered her head to look at the two invitations in her hands, bewildered for a mont.
The court session at quarter past three a.m. must be conveyed now.
And she knows, at this ti, the State Preceptor has already gone to bed, and Jiang Ning is probably still practicing martial arts.
Looking at the two invitations in her hand, her brow slightly furrowed, she fell into contemplation.
After hesitating for a while, she turned with the invitations in hand.
"Marquis!!" Seeing the figure in front of her, she jumped up and was startled.
Then, she patted her heaving chest.
"Soone from the palace ca?" Jiang Ning asked.
"Yes, Marquis!" Qinghe nodded, then said: "Just now, an inner guard from the palace delivered two invitations, one for the Marquis and one for the State Preceptor. He said the Holy Emperor will hold a court session at quarter past three a.m., instructing the maid to promptly deliver these to the Marquis and the State Preceptor."
Hearing this, Jiang Ning was moved in his heart.
Then extended his hand towards Qinghe, who promptly handed over the two invitations.
Jiang Ning took the invitations, and opened the first one.
It was Su Qingying’s invitation, stating the court session ti, indeed as Qinghe ntioned, at quarter past three a.m.
Then he opened the second invitation.
It was his own, the wording was identical, the seal belonging to the current Holy Emperor, Changning Emperor.
The invitation also stated the court session ti, at quarter past three a.m.
He stared at the invitation, frowning slightly.
A court session at quarter past three a.m.
Based on his previous assessnt of Changning Emperor’s conscious state, the emperor could likely last until the end of the hour.
Thus, the arrangent at quarter past three a.m. was perfectly reasonable.
"Must attend!" He contemplated briefly, then decided internally.
"Miss Qinghe need not worry, I’ll go find the State Preceptor!" Jiang Ning said.
Hearing this, Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief.
She patted her moderately sized chest: "Thank you, Marquis!!"
Jiang Ning chuckled, took the two invitations, and headed to Su Qingying’s bamboo house.
After a short while.
Creek—
He pushed open the bamboo house’s door, stepping into the familiar room.
The arrangent here, table and chairs, he knew well, having lived here for a period.
Su Qingying’s green jade bamboo bed in the room previously provided him so assistance, helping him increase his Source Points.
But now, the effect of the green jade bamboo bed, compared to his needs, was barely a drop in the bucket.
Then he entered Su Qingying’s room.
On the green jade bamboo bed lay a girl.
Though it was winter, she was just covered with a thin blanket.
Moonlight slanted in through the window, casting its glow on the exposed skin, reflecting a lustrous sheen like white jade.
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