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"No wonder they put the statue of the night watchman at the foot of the stone sculpture. This is a deliberate attempt to humiliate the night watchman, or perhaps to suppress him."

Gao Ming probably knew how he could provoke a reaction from the Immortal Palace. If he obeyed the rules of Lingguan to the utmost, he might win the favor of the unknown existence in the Immortal Palace and be led into the palace by it. Another method was to destroy the rules of Lingguan by any means necessary to make Lingguan feel truly threatened!

Gao Ming is unable to do the first method due to his personality, but he is very good at the second method.

"Fellow Daoist, I have the confidence that I can make you ascend to heaven in broad daylight." Gao Ming said softly to the cultivator, his words revealing confidence, with a feeling of a grandmaster.

"How do you need me to cooperate with you?" The monk's voice was full of excitement and agitation, and his body temperature seemed to have risen a little.

"I have fallen from the Ninth Heaven, so of course I have seen true immortals. You just need to carve according to my instructions, and it will definitely attract the attention of the Immortal Palace."

"Okay! I'll go back to Shifang now!" The monk turned and left.

"What stone shop are you going back to?"

"There are all the stones I chiseled from the tower."

"Stone... isn't it already available?" Gao Ming said calmly, his eyes looking at the stone sculpture in the center of the seventh floor.

Swallowing his saliva, the monk looked at the tall stone sculpture, resisted the urge to kneel down, and shook his head at Gao Ming: "I dare not."

"You are afraid of this and that. Are you still a chicken feather immortal? Go home and raise pigs!" Gao Ming mocked him rudely. He was excited when he thought of his next plan. The festering wound didn't hurt anymore. He even liked the chaotic rays of light a little more.

The monk took a few steps forward, jumped over the statue of the night watchman, and then he dropped to his knees and lay directly on the ground: "No, I can't do it!"

"You don't even cherish the chance to become an immortal right in front of you? If you can't break the shackles in your heart, you're only fit to be medicine dregs and a spiritual animal!" Gao Ming's face was restored a little, and his voice became louder.

The monk struggled: "I'm not afraid, I just don't trust you. If you can prove that you can trigger a reaction in the Immortal Palace, I can ask you to do anything."

The monks were very cautious and finally carried Gao Ming back to the edge of the seventh floor. They found the stone that almost hit Gao Ming.

"Let's carve it here. I'm in a hurry." Cold water continued to seep out of the tower wall, forming a shallow pool in some areas of the seventh floor. Gao Ming was lying nearby.

Taking out a chisel, a hammer, and various carving knives, the monk stared at Gao Ming in confusion: "The metaphysical is called Tao, and the physical is called Qi. To open the Xiantian Lingshu for the acquired objects, it requires very troublesome steps. Not even one can be missed. Are you sure you want to do it here?"

"Just follow the steps of carving the statues before and carve out the real immortal that I have seen." Gao Ming acted impatient, but in fact he was seizing the time to recover his body.

“Okay.” The monk knelt on his knees in the shallows, chanting scriptures in the turbid water. He closed his eyes and groped, crawling piously on his knees until his head touched the tower wall: “It’s here.”

Several yellow paper talismans were thrown around. The monk could vaguely see the stars moving where his head touched. He put down the huge stone on his back and said, "There are dragon veins on the earth and spiritual orifices in the pagoda. The possibility of success in carving here is greater. The next step is the second step."

Taking out the sharpest carving knife, the monk held the blade and watered it with blood from his palm. The chirping of insects within a ten-meter radius disappeared. “Sharpen the blade and offer it to the heavens. Ask for the blessings of the immortals.”

The hot blood flowed down the blade and splashed on the top of the boulder. The monk aimed his knife at that place and slashed it. The gravel scattered but did not sink into the water. Instead, it seemed to be held up by an invisible air.

"The third step is to carve the shape and hide the spirit. I need you to tell me the true appearance of the immortal!" The monk's muscles bulged all over his body. He held the carving knife, blood flowed from between his fingers, and his expression was extremely focused.

"This is a real immortal. He has four ghost faces, representing death, pain, desire and man. He also has eight arms, holding the eight consciousnesses..." Gao Ming closed his eyes, his consciousness sank into his heart. He seemed to move a recliner, sit in front of the flesh and blood immortal, and touch the immortal's flesh and blood with his own hands.

He actually didn't know what the different parts of the flesh-and-blood immortal's body represented, or what deeper meaning it had. He was just accurately describing the immortal in his "mind".

"In this entire deep nightmare, in my opinion, he is the only real immortal. The other ghosts and gods, including Zhang Mingli, are far inferior." After describing the last part, Gao Ming opened his eyes and saw that half of the monk's arm was covered with blood.

The shallows were dyed red, and the huge rock in front of the monk had completely changed its appearance. Blood-colored divine patterns were entwined, four ghost faces were glaring at the fairy palace, and eight arms seemed to hold up the crooked night sky.

"Is this the true immortal you saw?" As the cultivator said this, his body shook. His face looked very bad and several strands of hair had turned white. It was obvious that he had consumed too much energy.

"That's right." Gao Ming noticed that there was a big hole on the statue's belly, and the stone sculpture was not yet completed.

"I'll need your assistance in the next few steps." The monk did not give Gao Ming a chance to refuse. He carried Gao Ming to the side of the stone statue of the flesh and blood ghost god, and stabbed Gao Ming's chest with the carving knife that he had just used to carve the statue without any warning.

The Taoist robe was opened, and the rosy glow was reflected. The monk stained his body with Gao Ming's blood and pressed it on the eyes of the stone sculpture: "Open the eyes with spiritual blood!"

There was still a big hole on the belly, and the unfinished stone statue seemed to come alive after its eyes were drawn with Gao Ming’s blood!

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The divine patterns on its body surged like blood vessels, and the four ghost faces seemed like they would roar in the next second. What was even more surprising was that the eyes of the stone statue, which were smeared with Gao Ming's heart blood, actually showed a tendency to turn into flesh.

Before the fifth step began, a cloud of mist began to rise in the immortal palace above the cultivator's head, and a ray of golden light seemed to have a soul, penetrating the illusion and shining on the stone sculpture!

A series of figures blocked him in the shallows, but he was tough and didn't say a word. He grabbed two carving knives and was not afraid of death in order to become an immortal.

"How did you manage to activate the Immortal Palace?" An old man in linen and Taoist robes walked in front. "I remember you. You are the apprentice of the town's stonemason. Did your master tell you something before he ascended to heaven in broad daylight?"

"Fellow Daoist, don't keep it to yourself."