Above the Great Dao

"The fall of the True King Era is filled with inscrutable mysteries."

Chen Shi gathered his mind, organizing his chaotic thoughts, and activated Xiaolang's Emperor Chapter Skill, focusing on cultivation.

Other cultivators couldn't practice in the underworld, but he was an exception. Although the underworld was overrun with ghosts and monsters, and evil entities were everywhere, with yin energy damaging cultivation, he possessed a small temple that allowed him to constantly draw Three Lights Qi from the Huaxia Divine Continent for cultivation.

Behind Chen Shi's head appeared the Nine Layers of Heaven, each layer divided into the Eight Extremes, the Nine Heavens spread across the sky, dazzlingly brilliant.

Chen Yindou's Yuan Chen Palace was vast, spanning over ten miles around. From the sky looking down, it was often impossible to see the internal situation of the Yuan Chen Palace, so practicing here required no worry about astonishing the world.

Chen Shi had now cultivated to the Divinity Transformation Realm, his cultivation growing increasingly robust, his Primordial Spirit powerful. Especially the Ninth Layer of Xiaolang's Emperor Chapter Skill, which was already ten acres in size, was incredibly impressive.

If the Nine Layers of Heaven descended, they could transform into a nine-layered Primordial Spirit Field, providing ninefold protection, difficult to breach.

Now his Primordial Spirit was already twelve feet, having made great progress since being in the Western Capital, sitting in the small temple's divine shrine, adjusting yin and yang, his own cultivation continuously advancing.

Such cultivation in the Mortal World, placed in a local county town, was already a top-notch expert. In the provincial capital, it was a figure of high standing, but in a place like the underworld, filled with ghosts and divine spirits, his position might be just slightly higher than a small yaksha. In the underworld, there were many ghosts and spirits, and many Primordial Spirits too.

However, it's still too slow, thought Chen Shi to himself.

Wang Fu carried a wooden bucket, talking with a mumbling sound, walking past him.

Suddenly, with a swish, the Bull Head ghost disappeared, and the bucket and cloth fell to the ground.

Wang Fu sat dazed on a divine shrine, surrounded by a temple. The temple wasn't large, about thirty feet long and twenty feet wide, with a simple interior, housing nothing but the divine shrine and pillars.

This temple was full of a roughly made sandy texture, as if it could collapse at any moment.

But at this moment, a vast righteous qi flowed within him, unstoppable, and Wang Fu sensed that the vast righteous qi was coming from the sky of this small temple.

He looked up to see the sunlight dazzling, shining down from above, light from another time and space.

"Am I in the benefactor's small temple?"

He thought to himself, "Have I been considered a Divine Embryo by the benefactor?"

He did not resist, instead sitting obediently on the divine shrine, willingly assisting Chen Shi in his cultivation. With his strength, he could easily get up and leave, but he was a ghost god who repaid kindness, and aiding his benefactor's cultivation was only right.

What's more, this temple was no ordinary temple.

"Huh!"

He was exceedingly surprised to discover that as he helped Chen Shi cultivate, he felt his own Divine Power also refining!

"What's going on?"

As a divine, he indeed had strong cultivation in life, but after death, without a physical body, he could only use Incense Fire Qi to forge his Golden Body.

In incense fire cultivation, the Golden Body was crucial. If the incense fire remained unbroken, the Golden Body could become exceedingly strong, akin to Heavenly Gods. But the incense fire contained the miscellaneous thoughts of the masses. When people offered incense to the divine, their minds were filled with their desires: hoping for timely wind and rain and abundant harvests, wishing for a virtuous wife, wanting offspring, and hoping for wealth—various thoughts converging into a stream.

Incense fire, while it could make the divine strong, also required fulfilling the people's prayers. When their wishes were fulfilled, there were no more stray thoughts in the incense fire. However, not all desires could be fulfilled, hence the incense fire was full of impurities.

Wang Fu, sitting on Chen Shi's divine shrine, actually felt the various stray thoughts in the incense fire continuously disappearing!

He couldn't help but reveal his True Body, feeling his Golden Body becoming ever purer.

Unknowingly, night fell, and Chen Shi awoke from meditation, releasing Wang Fu, feeling his Primordial Spirit full, and spirit energized.

Wang Fu's body emitted radiant divine light, exquisitely pure, feeling a significant advancement in his Daoist practice, leaving him both surprised and delighted.

Jia Yuan and Zhu Shun came before him, gazing upwards, stunned.

"Brother Wang, how did your cultivation become so pure?"

Jia Yuan said, "We thought you were suffering after being taken by the benefactor for cultivation, but we didn't expect your cultivation to improve so astonishingly! What happened?"

Wang Fu recounted his experiences in Chen Shi's small temple, leaving the two Judges dumbfounded, then looked towards Chen Shi with eager expressions.

The Bull Head ghost and the small yaksha deliberately paraded back and forth before Chen Shi, hoping to be taken in for enhancement, yet Chen Shi remained unmoved, not making a move.

"Why aren't we being taken in to enjoy the benefits?" worried the two Judges secretly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The Black Pot opened it, revealing Chen Shi's Three Corpse Gods standing outside, faces wreathed in smiles. Peng Jue laughed, "Master, hurry out to enjoy life's pleasures!"

The three little ghosts' expressions instantly darkened.

Just as Peng Jue continued to speak, a large golden hand swiftly stretched out from the door, grabbing its neck and dragging it into the Yuan Chen Palace.

Peng Zhi and Peng Ju, trying to escape, were similarly seized by two other golden hands, pulling the two Corpse Gods back!

The Three Corpse Gods plopped to their knees, trembling like leaves, staring fearfully at the three little ghosts before them.

Chen Shi's Three Corpse Gods were enormously powerful, having easily dispatched such little ghosts in the past. But before these three little ghosts, boundless Divine Power emanated, inducing terror among them.

Chen Shi, with a resolute expression, said, "If the Three Corpse Gods could find their way here, the ghosts and spirits under Young Master Wei Yue may also trace their steps to this place. These ghostly beings are likely still monitoring Yuan Chen Palace and haven't had the chance to inform Young Master Wei Yue! Gentlemen, tonight, I have to go rescue my mother. The Three Corpse Gods would only complicate matters. Can you trap them?"