After converting the undead, Nangong Lingyun immediately taught the Yin Soul Incantation to the Dragon Spirits.
This was a true immortal Cultivation Method, specifically for divine souls separated from the body. If Cultivated to the extreme, there might even be a chance to become a Ghost Immortal.
Moreover, it was extremely adaptable. Different people could Cultivate completely different versions based on their own circumstances.
All attributes, all species, there were very few that couldn't adapt.
After finishing, he used great divine power to move the anchor point of the Dragon Valley's plane of existence in Time and space with Douluo Planet directly above the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Next, all that was left was to build the formation, and the Ten Thousand Spirit Platform plane could operate.
However, this wouldn't work for the time being.
Ordinary Spirit Transfer Pagoda could use the high-level metals forged by Tang Chen Dragon Wuhang, but the core formation of the Ten Thousand Spirit Platform obviously couldn't be hasty. He had to go to the God Realm to plunder and get some hard goods.
And one day in the God Realm was one year in the mortal realm.
In order to prevent staying in the God Realm for too long, he had to find a way to arrange San Zi properly before leaving.
Everything else was a minor matter, but the ATM couldn't be idle at any Time, and there couldn't be any accidents.
Even if he died and was reincarnated, his soul had to be under his control to continue shining.
Tang San's Fei Xian (Flying Immortal) Third Trial would probably end in about five months.
At that Time, Nangong Lingyun planned to do something big to let him enjoy it properly.
As a former novel author, he might not be good at other things, but creating plot scripts was his innate ability.
For five months, Nangong Lingyun steadily handled state affairs. Even if he had free Time, he only accompanied his wives and didn't do anything else.
Besides the birth of the eldest son and Tsunade and Poseidon becoming pregnant, basically no other major events happened in the country.
With a true god sitting in town, including Tang Chen, everyone, whether sincerely or insincerely, was honest and didn't dare to be out of line in the slightest.
The giant screen, the small giant screen, which was the television, the three vertical and three horizontal transportation projects, as well as the Martial Arts Stele, the Spirit Transfer Pagoda, etc., were all advancing steadily.
Especially the Martial Arts Stele, there was no difficulty in production and installation. As long as you knew the content, even ordinary people could easily build it, and the progress was extremely fast.
A national martial arts craze was rapidly rising.
As the source of martial arts in this Time and space, the more people who Cultivated martial arts, the stronger the overall power of martial arts, and the stronger the strength of the Martial God would become.
Chang'an City, underground prison.
Oscar threw a bloody human-shaped object heavily on the ground, then walked out without looking back.
Half a year ago, after Tang San was caught here,
he repeatedly made tearful accusations during the interrogation, saying how inhumane his partner was, scolding, beating, using him like an animal, and often threatening and extorting him.
Even the reason why he resorted to using poison to control him was because he was too afraid of being extorted again.
Although everyone didn't quite understand how a support system food Spirit Master could beat, extort, and threaten a twin spirits battle system genius,
no matter how useless the battle system was, even if it was a waste Spirit, trash skills, it shouldn't be unable to beat a food system that was even lower in level than himself, right?
But as a symbol of civilization, the officials of the Celestial Empire were upright and honest, and would never tolerate or condone such behavior.
So, Oscar, a rising star who had gained great merit in the series of Missions to wipe out the remnants of the Clear Sky Sect, was demoted from a meritorious fourth-rank high official of the Intelligence Department to a guard in the Ministry of Justice prison.
Yes, he was specifically responsible for guarding the important criminal Tang San.
A full half hour after Oscar left, the bloody human-shaped object on the ground suddenly made a sound.
"Cough cough…"
San Zi spat out several mouthfuls of blood and laboriously opened his eyes.
Then, like a maggot wriggling, he adjusted his posture bit by bit.
At this moment, all the bones in his body were broken.
Even the bones on his fingers and toes were not spared. Almost no part of his skin, muscles, and some unimportant organs was intact.
He looked like a tattered rag doll splashed with red paint.
If it weren't for the seven or eight Oscar's big Sausages stuffed into his stomach, the bleeding alone would have been fatal.
Originally, according to the original charges, he could have been executed immediately as long as the evidence was confirmed.
But in order to survive, in order to wait for the opportunity to pass the Fei Xian (Flying Immortal) Third Trial, in order to… fight for a breath.
Tang San deliberately revealed to the interrogators that
somewhere in the Empire, there was still a rebel party hidden, centered on the remnants of the Clear Sky Sect, uniting many people who were dissatisfied with the Kaiyuan Sect, Nangong Lingyun, and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
Even the reason why he was so actively exterminating other remnants of the Clear Sky Sect was to cover up this rebel party, silence the insiders, and eliminate the possible risk of exposure.
He revealed a big bombshell, but refused to explain where the rebel party was, who it was composed of, and what it wanted to do.
Involving a major case, he naturally couldn't die in a short Time before it was thoroughly investigated.
However, it was precisely this decision that made him go through the entire interrogation process almost every day.
Torture and destruction during the day, treatment and recovery at night, a similar cycle continued for six months without interruption.
At the beginning, experienced experts were responsible for the operation, trying to make a quick breakthrough,
but after a while, they found that Tang San was stubborn and unyielding, and no matter how painful he was, he always gritted his teeth and refused to reveal any news, so they turned to assigning a group of novices to practice in turn.
What is a novice? No experience, unaware of the severity, clear eyes, hands and feet often disobedient, and always strange ideas in their minds…
It was also normal for them to accidentally use too much force occasionally.
So San Zi soon became a eunuch, possibly because the injury was too thorough and too clean, and even the healing Spirit Master couldn't save him.
Of course, this also had something to do with the fact that Oscar was in charge of the treatment that day.
In the prison cell, Bing Qing Yu Jie was wriggling forward at a speed of a few minutes at a Time, extremely painfully, very slowly, but incomparably firmly.
He was not only enduring boundless suffering in reality, but the assessment was also no less difficult.
Pretending to be crazy was really not something a human could do. Wearing cotton clothes and wrapping himself in a cotton quilt in the dog days of summer, and roasting a dozen fire pots was just the most basic thing.
The most desperate thing was that every once in a while, Wu Zixu, that old scoundrel, could always come up with some inhumane ways to test him.
For example, instead of serving dishes at mealTime, he would carry a bucket of mixed excrement of humans, dogs, pigs, etc. and place it in front of him.
God knows how much grievance he had suffered, how much hardship he had endured, and what kind of crazy will he needed to persist until now.
And today, the final settlement day has finally arrived, and he can verify whether the efforts of this period of Time have worked.
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don't bully the young and poor.
As long as he passes the assessment, he will immediately turn over and sing as a slave.
He is fighting for this breath, not to prove how great he is, but to tell others that the things he has lost must be taken back!