Xishan seemed to have been in a period of uneventful yet busy days since the last Battle of Ten Thousand Beasts, with everyone from the highest to the lowest being occupied.
The Golden Immortal Venerables were either cultivating or handling clan matters and important decisions, while the less intelligent mortal snakes were busy caring for a hundredfold increase in newborn hatchlings. The management system of the four side peaks was gradually established, perfected, and matured.
With the Spring God's promotion of reproduction, the number of spiritual snakes began to skyrocket. Meanwhile, the Earth and Heaven tier clansmen, after tens of thousands of years of accumulation, finally began to experience breakthroughs, ushering in a leap forward.
This was the 110,000th year of Qing Ling's second epoch in the Primordial World.
On this day, Xishan was filled with changing winds and swirling clouds. The sky was clear and cloudless, remaining pristine until the deepest part of the night. The bright moon cast its silver radiance from the Nine Heavens, and the night was clearly unusual.
Within the luminous silhouette of the Taiyin Star, countless silver lights began to emerge. Every nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, the Emperor's Flowing Sap would descend from the Nine Heavens onto the mortal realm. It resembled countless olives, entwined with myriad golden threads, hanging from the firmament. Plants, upon receiving its essence, could transform into demons.
On this night, not only Xishan, but also the myriad races of the Eastern Wilderness and the entire Primordial Land, with the exception of the three great clans, looked up at the Emperor's Flowing Sap in the sky.
Billions of starlight scattered across the land, and countless beings rushed forward, scrambling to seize the precious sap that flowed down!
Above Xishan, a half-moon phantom suddenly appeared, and then gradually ascended. The full moon Taiyin illuminated the half-moon Xishan, drawing countless streams of the Emperor's Flowing Sap. Particularly above the territories of the Scarlet Toad and the Spotted Hyena, a large portion of the Emperor's Flowing Sap was siphoned off.
From the half-moon phantom emerged a woman clad in sheer gauze. Her bare feet stood on the phantom, her graceful figure outlined by the light fabric. Standing alone in the moonlit night sky, she resembled the Chang'e fairy descending from the Nine Heavens.
With such abundant Emperor's Flowing Sap, how many more spiritual snakes on Xishan would gain sentience and enlightenment?
Chī withdrew the Nine Heavens' half-moon phantom and descended, returning to Xishan. She had also absorbed a considerable amount of Taiyin essence. As one who cultivated the Grand Dao of Illusory Sound, she naturally would not miss such a spiritual treasure. Thus, after seeing her clan members collect enough, she returned to Xishan to cultivate in seclusion as soon as the Emperor's Sap rain stopped.
Now, Xishan had its fifth Golden Immortal Venerable, Chī, who had only recently entered the Golden Immortal realm three thousand years ago. She had once been a strong contender for the Holy Son position on Xishan and was one of the dozen Heaven tier clansmen that Xishan had focused on cultivating in this epoch.
Chī cultivated the Grand Dao of Illusory Taiyin, a branch of the Grand Dao of Taiyin, which combined illusions and Taiyin. After absorbing a vast quantity of Nine Yuan Heavy Water and using the Sea Stabilizing Divine Pearls to comprehend the principles of the Water Dao, she attained enlightenment of Taiyin through the element of water. Combining this with the Grand Dao of Illusory Taiyin, she broke through the shackles and achieved the position of Golden Immortal.
And now, the next Battle of Ten Thousand Beasts was not far off. A new war was to be expected in nineteen thousand years.
Qing Ling also awoke from his nearly sixty thousand years of cultivation.
Although he remained at the mid-stage of the Heaven tier, the lake of spiritual power within him had expanded to cover a million li, as profound as a small ocean.
In terms of sheer quantity of Dharma power, his current cultivation was comparable to that of a mid-stage Golden Immortal Venerable, regardless of the quality difference due to cultivation realm.
During these sixty thousand years, his Primordial Spirit had also been continuously cultivating and depicting the imagery of the abundant spring season. This image existed only within his consciousness and had no physical form. If a suitable opportunity arose in the future, he would undoubtedly transform this Spring Vitality Grand Dao diagram into a physical treasure for refinement.
Although his Dharma power had doubled during these sixty thousand years of cultivation with the aid of Nine Yuan Heavy Water, his Primordial Spirit had only strengthened by about thirty percent. After all, Dharma power was easy to cultivate, but the Primordial Spirit was difficult to strengthen, and its advancement was an extremely arduous undertaking.
However, he could feel the boundary of the late Heaven tier. At his current cultivation speed, with another epoch of effort, he would be able to reach the late stage!
The lake of spiritual power within his body might expand to over two million li, which was truly astonishing.
At this point, his dantian was finally no longer boundless. The lake of wood spiritual power, converted from the ceaseless influx of Nine Yuan Heavy Water, had filled nearly one-fifth of his dantian.
Qing Ling could only console himself, "It's just continuing to stay at Xishan for a few more epochs. An epoch is not that long, it passes as quickly as a year in my previous life. My feeling is truly like 'years' passing as quickly as 'months'.
So, one epoch is equivalent to one 'year', and I only need to pass a few more 'years' to reach perfection in the Heaven tier and break through to Golden Immortal!"
Thinking that it was merely a few years, which were quite easy for him to endure now, he realized that this "year" was his self-defined epoch for a mighty being, not the three hundred and sixty-five days and nights of his previous life.
Qing Ling felt much better. He looked at his hard work of the past sixty thousand years. A large group of "little people" had been collected within his yellow gourd.
In these years, he had refined nearly one hundred thousand puppets. Each one was akin to a rampaging Hulk, filled with power, immensely strong, and incredibly tough, capable of forming a Dao soldier legion and showcasing its might!