My Cultivation Has a Progress Bar

Golden streams of light soared skyward, forming a massive, ornate canopy beneath the clouds. Simultaneously, countless golden pillars of light erupted from the heavy southern clouds, dyeing the earth and sky completely gold.

At that moment, everyone from the common folk to the initiated Cultivators prayed devoutly in their hearts. The faith from their incense offerings connected with the destiny of heaven and earth, then converged upon the Six Heart Sect.

The mountains in and around the Six Heart Sect were instantly blanketed by the golden light, which grew ever more concentrated. In an instant, the luminous halos became so dense they seemed tangible, yet no one, from the Third Realm Cultivators down to the lowest outer sect disciples, dared to actually touch them.

"Good!"

The voice of the Xiao Shan Lord echoed throughout the Six Heart Sect. The golden light that had gathered there immediately rose into the sky, forming golden waves between the clouds that swept toward True Yang Mountain with incredible speed.

In just Half an Hour, the golden waves reached True Yang Mountain.

At this moment, on the altar at the foot of True Yang Mountain, Wang Ping led Zhi Gong, Hu Yin, Wu Quan, Ganxing, Huaimo, and the Mountain Guard. They stood reverently before the incense table, each holding a Duster in their right hand and their left in the posture for a specific Daoist Technique, preparing to perform the grand kowtow in a ritual to worship a True Monarch.

Behind them were more than a hundred Second Realm Cultivators who had rushed in from all over, over six hundred Entering Cultivators, and a dense, dark sea of Foundation Establishment Cultivators and Qi Cultivators. There were also officials from the Chu Kingdom Court, an army of over one hundred thousand soldiers, and hundreds of thousands of common people.

"Bow!"

Feeling the destiny augmented by the clouds, Wang Ping glanced up at the Golden Body Divine Statue atop True Yang Mountain piercing the heavens. With a loud cry, he led everyone in the grand kowtow. Yu Lian, coiled around his left arm, lowered her head with him.

As his voice spread, the Third Realm Cultivators beside him were the first to kneel, followed by the Second Realm Cultivators and Entering Cultivators, and then the Chu Kingdom Court officials surrounding the altar.

RUMBLE...

Hundreds of thousands knelt in unison, causing the ground to tremble slightly. As they did, the golden light of incense faith, born from their piety, radiated a dazzling brilliance that filled the world.

In the Inspiration Realm, the tainted Spiritual Creatures scattered everywhere as if they had encountered a natural predator.

Yu Lian’s voice reminded him from within his Spirit Sea, "Do you feel that? The spirituality we’re emitting right now has temporarily changed the very rules of heaven and earth. This is something not even a True Monarch can accomplish."

Wang Ping could feel it, of course. Though his head was bowed, he could sense the immense energy overhead—energy that would crush him to dust if it were to press down.

Therefore, he became extremely careful and cautious.

It was not just him; everyone who could sense the terrifying power overhead suppressed their aura to the bare minimum. In contrast, the lower-level Qi Cultivators and mortals were ecstatic and overjoyed.

After completing the first bow, Wang Ping caught a glimpse of the golden motes of light appearing around him. As he rose, he instinctively began the second prostration, shouting, "Bow again!"

RUMBLE...

Hundreds of thousands of people kowtowed once more. Their movements were not synchronized, but their expressions were all incredibly solemn and serious.

At that moment, Wang Ping felt a familiar aura stir on the summit of True Yang Mountain. ’The Xiao Shan Lord has personally come to True Yang Mountain!’

Wang Ping quickly composed himself, his expression becoming one of detached observation, neither happy nor sad. After properly completing the bow and rising, he shouted again, "A third bow!"

This time, after Wang Ping completed his bow and rose, his consciousness ascended into mid-air without any warning.

His Primordial Spirit had left his Spiritual Body. He wasn’t nervous; the Array on his wrist connecting him to the Xiao Shan Lord, Zi Luan, and Xiu Yu was already active.

"Focus your mind and calm your spirit!"

The Xiao Shan Lord’s voice was cold, yet filled with humanity.

After his Primordial Spirit Consciousness probed toward the summit for an instant, Wang Ping immediately followed the Xiao Shan Lord’s command and calmed his spirit. Then, he saw the Lord’s Primordial Spirit appear before him.

At this moment, the Xiao Shan Lord’s Primordial Spirit was one with the destiny of heaven and earth, making it impossible to look at directly.

Next, Wang Ping felt a powerful energy transmitted through the Xiao Shan Lord’s Primordial Spirit. He subconsciously circulated his own Primordial Spirit to merge with the Heaven-Reaching Talisman. This time, he didn’t even need to use the designated Array to suppress it.

He felt no discomfort. The great power of heaven and earth inherent in the Heaven-Reaching Talisman seemed exceptionally gentle at this moment, and his humanity was not distorted in the slightest.

It was a magical feeling, as if the barrier between him and the Heaven-Reaching Talisman had vanished.

In an instant, Wang Ping saw on his status panel that the progress for merging with the Heaven-Reaching Talisman had jumped to (70/100). Only then did he begin to feel the rejection between the talisman and his Primordial Spirit.

"Your Primordial Spirit is not strong enough; you cannot continue. Use the remaining energy to strengthen it!"

The Xiao Shan Lord’s cold voice rang out.

Wang Ping immediately did so. At this moment, his Primordial Spirit absorbed Spiritual Energy from the Inspiration Realm as easily as a mortal drinks water. He felt that the surrounding ’water’ was seemingly endless, so he also manifested a portion of the locust tree’s consciousness to condense a Divine Soul Guide.

An unknown amount of time passed before Wang Ping felt his Primordial Spirit hit a bottleneck. He hastily stopped absorbing Spiritual Energy. As his consciousness drifted, his Primordial Spirit formed several Spells. The Spirit Communication Talisman activated first, followed by the successful activation of the Luck-Borrowing Talisman. But when it was the Heaven-Reaching Talisman’s turn, his Primordial Spirit felt drained of all strength. A sudden, debilitating weakness washed over him as he tried to form the Spell.

"Activating the Heaven-Reaching Talisman is not a simple matter," the Xiao Shan Lord’s voice sounded again. "You must cultivate this step on your own. External power can only strengthen your Primordial Spirit; it cannot change the established rules."

At that moment, Wang Ping’s Primordial Spirit Consciousness returned to his Spiritual Body.

"What happened to you?"

Yu Lian’s voice echoed in his Spirit Sea.

Wang Ping was utterly shocked, for he realized that everything that had just happened took place in a single instant. ’Yes, just one instant,’ he thought, ’and I’ve gained the equivalent of over twenty years of ascetic cultivation!’

"Destiny represents heaven and earth, the hearts of men, the past, and the future."

The Huaimo Taoist’s voice sounded by Wang Ping’s ear. "It is ethereal and illusory, yet incomparably real."

Wang Ping came back to his senses.

Just then, he saw the golden light that had converged in the sky transform into motes of starlight, which then fell upon the hundreds of thousands of people at the foot of True Yang Mountain and merged with their bodies.

The mortals immediately became incoherent with excitement, while Wang Ping and the other Cultivators simply bowed in reverence.

Before long, the clamor from the crowd gradually died down.

Wang Ping cupped his fist and said, "I have some matters I wish to ask for your guidance on."

His voice was very soft.

"Come up and speak."

"Yes!"

Wang Ping immediately transformed into a stream of light, taking Yu Lian with him, and flew toward the summit of True Yang Mountain.

In just a few breaths, Wang Ping saw the Xiao Shan Lord. He was standing beside a stream below the Golden Body Divine Statue on the main peak’s southern face, dressed in a wide-sleeved, grayish-white Daoist Robe with his hair bound in a jade crown.

As Wang Ping landed beside the Xiao Shan Lord, the Lord spoke first. "It’s a shame this isn’t the original True Yang Mountain."

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