The Second Seat Meeting Arrives Once More

Wang Ping watched quietly as Daoist Wanzhi's consciousness faded away of its own accord. Once Zhi Gong's condition had stabilized, he silently returned to the small courtyard to meditate.

Sensing Wang Ping's emotions, Yulian silently lay across his shoulder and soon fell asleep.

Two years later.

One morning in the summer of Dao Palace Year 164, deep beneath a gigantic pit within the dense forest Wang Ping had deliberately created on Crouching Dragon Mountain, the Primordial Spirit Consciousness above Zhi Gong's head formed hand seals. In an instant, the Earth Spirit Qi within a hundred li rushed toward her spirit body, which was covered in cracks.

At the same time, spiritual energy surged through Inspiration World like a rising tide, as if it were about to overflow and manifest in reality, forming an energy vortex around Zhi Gong's Primordial Spirit.

Several breaths later.

Zhi Gong's illusory Primordial Spirit solidified, becoming as tangible as a real body. At the same time, the embryonic Earth Spirit growing in her spirit body's chest sprouted dense, fine tentacles that spread through even denser meridians to cover her entire body. Then, the cracks in her spirit body slowly healed, and before long, it had returned to its original state.

Wang Ping, who had been meditating, opened his eyes. He first glanced at Yulian, who was sleeping atop the courtyard roof, then transformed into a streak of light and appeared above the deep pit in the heart of the forest.

Zhi Gong still had her eyes closed, her hands rapidly forming seals. The collapsed mountain body around her repaired itself at a visible pace, and in the blink of an eye, a mountain range had formed again.

Wang Ping turned to look at Liu Shuibin in the distance and beckoned to him. Liu Shuibin immediately flew