Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook! Chapter 1272: 48: We're All Advancing Rapidly

Chapter 1272: Chapter 48: We’re All Advancing Rapidly

The temperature difference between Xiangjiang and Tiann reaches thirty degrees; over there, they’re still drinking herbal tea to dispel dampness, while here, it’s already snowing heavily.

The drastic temperature change caused all the soldiers on the ship to suffer from intestinal colds, and a collective case of diarrhea seems quite reasonable.

Wei Liuyun ultimately didn’t get his wish and was even put in confinent.

There’s no alternative; the garrison soldiers have a high resistance score, so even if you try to make contact with the erosion, it evades you.

Wang Yunxiao can understand his eager state of mind.

Ultimately, it’s because the promotion is too slow.

Young people inevitably have high ambitions; when you’re at the top in the academy, after being showered with praise for so long, it can lead to a slackening of effort.

And Wang Yunxiao’s ergence gave him a strong motivation.

This world has never lacked geniuses, but so gold inevitably gets buried under sand and gravel.

In past years, countless young people, like Wei Liuyun, have been searching for light in darkness at any cost, unwilling to stop even if they fell and broke their heads, until they’ve exhausted every last bit of life force in their bodies.

Currently, it’s the third year of Ming Country.

Students can now sit in bright classrooms focused on their studies without worrying when the foreigners’ guns and cannons might be pointed at their faces.

Of course, there will be so who sleep, so who get distracted, and so who fail courses.

But there are also young people like Wei Liuyun soaring to great heights on the platforms built for them.

The fleet returned to Tiann by mid-October, spending ti primarily in searching for those soldiers who lost their way midway.

Wang Yunxiao doesn’t know the exact number of people finally recovered, but judging from the situation of the fleet, it’s not very promising.

On October 14th, the fleet arrived at Penglai Port right when a storm hit.

Wang Yunxiao stood at the bow of the ship, gazing toward the East Sea, faintly sensing the thunderous forces gathering between heaven and earth.

Soone was undergoing a celestial trial.

At Penglai Immortal Academy, around midnight, the winds howled and rain poured.

Yin Nan pulled Xiao Die a distance away, watching a giant beast trembling under the occasional flash of lightning that revealed its form in the night.

What exactly is Chu’s junior sister’s original form?

Whose Qilin has nine tails?

At this mont, the giant beast perched on Qilin Cliff exhibits many characteristics of mythical creatures.

Nine fiery red tails slowly float in the air, three heads with dragon horns becoming sharper, dragon scales growing layer by layer underneath its neck, while golden phoenix wings glimr on its back.

Dragon heads with nine tails, three heads four wings…

Even professionals seeing such phenona can only evaluate them as—gone out of hand.

Others have no road for promotion, whereas Li Mumu’s challenge was having too many paths.

Or rather, too much contamination and erosion from high-dinsional beings.

Guiding Bodhisattva, Master of Ten Thousand Transformations, Tushan, Annihilation, Jormangand…

Trying to carve her own path amid the influence of all these big entities is indeed challenging.

However, she eventually chose what she’s best at.

Life and death cycles, cause and effect!

Under countless blasts of thunder, all heads, tails, and wings turned to dust.

Back when Senior Brother Ji Yan achieved promotion, he only wanted to trace the phoenix bloodline and awaken the true phoenix form.

Li Mumu doesn’t possess any Qilin bloodline, nor is she walking the sa path as Ji Yan.

Weak water is three thousand, I only take one ladle to drink.

Her only goal now is—to ascend to high dinsions!

Without ascending to beco a high-dinsional being, she will never escape the shackles of fate.

Not only has she seen the forms of high-dinsional beings, but she has seen them many tis.

Her mother Li Ya once said, all things are illusion.

Li Mumu, being young, couldn’t understand the true aning of these words, but after this annihilation event, she finally gained new insights into them.

All reality can be rewritten.

All devoted cultivation may end in emptiness.

The treasures you cherish are worthless in others’ eyes.

Mountain God Chu Jiang of West Spring Mountain, does it sound glamorous?

In reality, it’s rootless wood, sourceless water, without foundation amid the tremors of space and ti, easily destroyed.

Who knows who Chu Jiang is?

The previous path taken was wrong.

To say it was wrong might be exaggerated; continuing on it could also achieve results, but that’s not the outco Li Mumu desires.

She wants to stay.

She wants to anchor herself at this mont in ti.

This is when considering the foreigners’ thods is needed—small workshops often use potent materials that present imdiate results.

The so-called foreigners’ thods, naly “leveraging a shell to go public.”

The “Ancestral Dragon of Huaxia” encountered in the past, “Maitreya Buddha,” and even “Jormangand” now, in essence, are leveraging a shell to go public.

The downside of this is evidently having no future prospects once anchored; change becos difficult.

Yet the advantage is that once anchored, it becos extrely stable, unshakeable.

Erlang God is a hundred percent a local immortal, but Nezha is not; the mythological story of Prince Nezha originated from Indian mythology.

But after hundreds of years of inheritance and integration, no citizen considers the peculiar na “Nezha” problematic.

Even finding him a hotown in Tiann.

Such is the effect of anchoring.

The urgent task now is to ascend to “Earth Immortal.”

As for the subsequent paths concerning branches to Zi Su and Can Su — “Heaven-Turning Great Sage” and “Sea-Turning Great Sage,” Li Mumu no longer ponders.

The tides are coming faster than imagined.