The Path to Becoming Immortal

The elder smiled and nodded to the people around him. Seeing that he and others were curiously looking at everything in front of them, he spoke.

"Come, all the saints, just sit quietly and accept the opportunity. Remember that sincerity will work. No need to feel any burden!"

As soon as the voice fell, the elder waved his sleeves lightly, and ten people immediately took off into the air and landed directly in the center of the circle.

Then everyone sat down cross-legged.

Ning Ping looked around and took a deep breath and sat down.

At this time, the elder Si Zhengchu flew directly into the air. After looking around, the whole place suddenly became quiet.

"Today is a great day for the Holy Light Ceremony. We have also welcomed some new Taoist friends who have come to our holy land to feel the opportunity together. I have a small announcement here!"

Si Zhengchu's voice seemed not loud, but it resounded throughout the huge altar.

Ning Ping's heart moved, and he was afraid that what he said next might be about the other party's ascension to the fairyland.

As expected, Si Zhengchu paused and continued.

"I have been practicing with you all for so many years. Today, I will ascend to the immortal world. I will leave the holy land to all the brothers and sisters present. I will wait for you in the immortal world. I hope to see you soon in the future!"

"Congratulations, Great Elder..."

After he finished speaking, the crowd below suddenly started to make noises, and everyone's faces were full of envy.

They all gave their sincere blessings to Si Zhengchu's ascension to the immortal world.

Ning Ping felt quite strange at this moment. In addition to envy and sincere wishes, there was no jealousy on these people's faces.

Si Zhengchu nodded slowly to all directions with a smile on his face, and then gently pressed his hands down, and the entire altar instantly became quiet.

"Okay, I am not the protagonist today. The protagonist today is these ten saints. I am just a byproduct. Haha! Let's... welcome the saints together!"

In an instant, everyone bowed in unison and shouted.

"Welcome the Holy Son!"

"Welcome the Holy Son!"

The cheers were heard everywhere, and the ten newcomers immediately became the focus of everyone's mouths.

All ten people stood up quickly with flushed faces, bowed to the four directions in return, and a feeling of being highly respected arose spontaneously.

Ning Ping naturally stood up with a smile at this moment, full of courtesy, and shouted loudly.

"Thank you, thank you, it's so grand!"

Seeing that it was almost time, Si Zhengchu raised his hand and pressed it down gently, and the whole altar slowly quieted down.

"Okay, the time has come, and now let's start the Holy Light Ceremony! Let us feel the baptism of the Holy Light and feel the supreme opportunity together!"

After speaking, Si Zhengchu's figure shook and sat down on the periphery.

The whole altar was instantly filled with an extremely solemn atmosphere.

Then, a murmur of whispers also buzzed in the whole altar.

"Holy light shines upon me. We pray for the wisdom and guidance of the Holy Light. Lead us on the great road to eternal life, and give us the courage to face all difficulties and trials..."

Ning Ping listened carefully, and it seemed like a prayer.

At this time, he also clearly felt that the aura of everyone present was rising steadily, and the Yuanli in their bodies was also blending with the altar under them.

The entire altar seemed to become active in an instant, and a huge energy was constantly condensing.

"Hey! Are we just sitting here? Do we need to do something?" Ning Ping smiled slightly and sent a voice message to Su Kangsheng beside him.

Su Kangsheng was slightly stunned, as if he did not expect Ning Ping to take the initiative to ask him a question.

"Silence! I don't know either. Just sit here. It's already late, and you still have the mood to talk! Humph!"

"The holy light shines in my heart and melts the ice of indifference and hatred in my heart. I pray that under the shining of the holy light, all barriers will be eliminated, and we will understand and care for each other; protect those who are in trouble and suffering, and give them the power to overcome adversity and demons, and reach the other side of eternal life..."

"The holy light shines on my soul..."

The prayer continued to chant, and slowly everyone seemed to be covered by a layer of light. The light exuded a strange breath, which was very magical.

"The power of faith!" Ning Ping tasted it carefully and immediately distinguished it.

This power of faith is roughly the same as that exuded by some believers when they worship Buddha.

At this time, Ning Ping immediately thought of the Lingyin Changming Lantern in the Buddhist Hall of Xuanling Temple. The magic weapon also absorbs the power of faith of believers.

He also immediately thought of the power of the Lingyin Changming Lantern and the various forms of life.

After the ever-bright lamp absorbed the "sincere" faith power of the believers, it was equivalent to completely opening its heart to the other party.

This was equivalent to seeing through the whole life, and there was no secret.

In this way, it would be easy for others to use means, for example, to control the people who contributed the power of faith from the mind.

This was just like the principle of using psychedelics. The more the other party let down their guard, the easier it would be to succeed.

"Sincere! So that's it!" The vigilance in his heart immediately soared again and reached its peak.

Humph! Then I won't be sincere to you. Thinking of this, Ning Ping glanced at the people in front of him who were looking pious, revealing a faint smile.

As everyone chanted, the entire altar slowly lit up.

Worried, he also looked at Ji Wanning.

Ji Wanning was also mumbling at this moment, but his face was trembling slightly. If Ning Ping hadn't been so careful, it would probably be difficult to detect.

Seeing this, Ning Ping was overjoyed. This was the manifestation of his inner struggle, and it was consistent with his guess of self-sealing.

At this moment, the whole earth trembled slightly, and the lines under the bodies of all the monks on the huge altar also lit up. Then a huge power rose from the center and shot into the sky.

"Boom..."

At a certain moment, the altar suddenly lit up, and the power that originally shot straight into the sky was also instantly lit up, forming an extremely huge light column that pierced the sky.

At this time, a clear breath of space law also came from the sky.

It seemed that the sky was broken into a big hole under this light column.

And the huge hole that was broken was not dark, but directly formed a huge ball of light, just like a new sun.

The light was very bright, but not dazzling, but gave people the first very soft feeling.

Ning Ping also used all his strength at this moment, and the hole shield condensed on the surface of his body to prevent the light from coming to him.

After two sticks of incense, a huge pressure suddenly descended from the light column.

At this time, the whole sky suddenly shone brightly, and a huge ball of light continued to twist and condense, as if brewing something.

But Ning Ping felt extremely strange, and this scene seemed to be familiar.