Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 670 - 25: One Stick of Incense in the Mortal World (Part 4)

Duncan's improvement should be the greatest, because the baleful energy in his body was about to overflow, and it was no longer confined to the meridians but had entered the ancestral aperture, forming a black aura.

At some point, a mana bar appeared on the projection page.

"Is this the cultivation of mana?"

Duncan was not entirely clear about the cultivation system of this world, but ordinary people in the martial world did not have mana, while most of the true teachings of Buddhism and Taoism possess the ability to cast spells.

Mana and true qi, one condenses from the upper dantian, the other from the lower dantian.

The two do not interfere with each other, each following its own path.

"Looks like I need to find an opportunity to break through to the innate realm."

The true qi in his body was already flowing like great rivers, the volume had accumulated enough, but the opportunity for qualitative change had not yet been achieved.

The Eastern cultivation system has actually changed a lot, ancient qi refiners, mysterious and elusive, cannot be traced, outer core seekers of immortality, from Qin Shi Huang to Emperor Wu of Han, none succeeded. The Soldier Immortal enjoyed a period of prosperity during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, then gradually faded away, until inner core techniques became the mainstream of today's Taoism.

The Dharma Gate of cultivation has always been changing, and people change with it.

In essence, it's a bit of being influenced by the times; when heaven and earth spiritual energy is abundant, there are many who attain the Dao, and those who enter the Dao do not even rank, and when heaven and earth spiritual energy declines, many in the Taoist school cannot cultivate mana, and can only cultivate inner strength true qi.

When there is no heaven and earth spiritual energy outside at all, one can only seek inwardly, relying entirely on refining essence into qi to consolidate a whole body of inner strength true qi.

Taoist masters of the Qin and Han eras, what talk was there of borrowing law, but today's Taoists, regularly offer incense to the gods, and in critical moments, still have to borrow a little mana from them.

The people are still the same people, it's just that the environment has changed, and people can only adapt to the times.

The weight of the number one human form is self-evident.

Before the group left.

Duncan asked Monk Bujie to clean up the dilapidated City God Temple, then reattach the severed head to the statue's clay figure.

"This City God can at least let me offer a stick of incense."

Before leaving, Duncan picked up a stick of incense beside him, ignited it with true qi, did not pray, just casually inserted it in front of the statue.

How much time had passed was unknown.

The group had already left far away, and a villager nearby discovered the anomaly. An old man, trembling, walked into the City God Temple, cleaned it up, and then offered incense and offerings.

Thin wisps of smoke.

Didn't know if three days had passed, or seven, the incense stick planted by the youth had never burned out, this divine occurrence drew the attention of many.

Finally, at midnight on this day.

A strange spiritual light suddenly appeared on the severed head of the City God statue, and then a middle-aged man who looked exactly like the City God statue walked in.

His expression was utterly confused, as if unconscious, instinctively heading to the statue and merging into it.

Shortly thereafter.

Another figure appeared, still the same middle-aged man, only with a bit more expression of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, a face full of bitter sorrow, wandering aimlessly into the City God Temple, also merging into the headless City God statue.

One soul, one spirit.

Time passed little by little; the identical-looking middle-aged man kept appearing, invisible to the mortal eye, their expressions varied, expressions blank, as if drawn by a wisp of smoke, returning to this place from all directions and finally merging into the headless City God statue.

Before dawn.

Finally, all the three souls and seven spirits had returned, and the incense stick lit by the youth was completely burnt out.

"Could it be that I'm not dead?"

The severed neck of the City God statue had somehow completely healed, and the shadow of a confused-looking man slowly opened his eyes.

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