Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

The originally ordinary attack spell, with the infusion of the power of faith, can instantly transform into a devastating force, as if it has the power to create the world.

Moreover, this power can also protect Ye Chen at critical moments.

When he is in danger, the power of faith will automatically form an indestructible shield around him to resist enemy attacks.

It was like the strongest fortress in the fairy world, guarding his safety.

Ye Chen was immersed in the process of absorbing the power of faith. He could feel that the entire fairy world was closely connected with him.

The trust of every immortal turned into a source of strength, nourishing him continuously.

He knew that he was shouldering a heavier mission, which was to lead the fairy world to a higher peak and explore the endless mysteries on the road to immortality.

After three years of intensive training, Ye Chen and all the members of the Heavenly Dao had reached the peak of the Immortal Emperor.

This feat is like a string of bright stars inlaid in the vast sky of the fairyland, illuminating the entire fairyland with its brilliant light.

Every inch of land in the fairyland seems to be endowed with life, exuding an intoxicating vitality everywhere.

On the fairy mountain, the fairy grass sways lightly in the breeze, graceful and charming.

The crystal dewdrops rolling on the leaves seemed like gems that gathered the fairy energy of heaven and earth, reflecting colorful light.

Every ray of light seems to be happily expressing praise for this prosperous era.

The fairy beasts shuttled among the fairy herbs, and their eyes no longer had the ferocity and hostility of the past, but were filled with gentleness.

Some fairy beasts lazily lay beside the fairy grass, basking in the sun, rolling comfortably from time to time, their soft fur gleaming with a strange halo in the sun.

Some of them played and frolicked with the elves around them, chasing each other and having a lot of fun.

Those rare fairy flowers that are usually hidden in the deep mountains and valleys and hard to find are now blooming like stars in the mountains, and their rich fragrance permeates every breath of air.

Every breath is like a sacred baptism for the soul, cleansing away all distracting thoughts.

The water of the Fairy River is like the flowing Milky Way, crystal clear and sparkling.

The fairy fish in the water swim happily, and their colorful scales sparkle with a dreamy glow, interweaving into a magnificent picture.

On the river bank, scenes of immortals playing chess can be seen everywhere.

The chessboard was carefully carved from beautiful jade, and the chess pieces were crystal objects condensed from immortal energy, shining with mysterious light under the sunlight.

The immortals playing chess sometimes frowned in thought and sometimes smiled happily, their every move revealing their elegance.

Some of the people watching the chess game were staring intently, immersed in the changes in the chess game.

Some discussed in low voices, their words full of admiration for the chess skills of both sides.

Regardless of winning or losing the game, everyone was smiling, and the laughter that came from time to time was like pleasant music.

Echoing on the river bank, it adds a touch of liveliness to this tranquil picture.

In the town, there are many pavilions with magnificent carved beams and painted buildings. Every building demonstrates the unique artistic charm of the fairyland.

On the streets, immortals come and go, smiling and nodding at each other, greeting each other politely.

The shops on the street are full of all kinds of rare treasures.

The shopkeepers are hospitable, with sincere smiles on their faces, and they never care about gains and losses in business matters.

If an immortal needs help, the people around him will lend a helping hand without hesitation.

Here, there is no noise of disputes, no haze of jealousy, but only a warm picture woven of harmony and friendship.

Children were running and laughing in the streets, the toys in their hands sparkling with light.

The laughter floated in the air like silver bells, clear and melodious, adding a touch of innocence to the town.

Inside the fairy palace, celestial music was floating in the air, as if it was the immortal music floating down from the nine heavens, gentle and melodious.

The dancers, dressed in colorful clothes, danced gracefully, like fairies from heaven.

Their dance steps are light, the colorful ribbons are flying, and every movement seems to be telling the beautiful legend of the fairyland.

The immortals gather here to discuss their experiences in cultivation and interesting stories in the immortal world.

Some immortals shared their new breakthroughs in understanding the immortal energy of heaven and earth during their retreat and practice. The people around them listened attentively, with a desire for knowledge flashing in their eyes.

Some recounted their wonderful experiences traveling in the fairyland. Those thrilling and interesting stories drew exclamations and laughter from the crowd from time to time.

Their words were full of humility, and they learned from each other and made progress together.

There are no intrigues or schemes here, only a positive atmosphere of unity and progress.

Everyone is striving towards a higher level, but is not blinded by utilitarianism and always maintains a heart as pure as water.

In daily practice, immortals also have their own habits.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the top of the fairy mountain, many fairies will find a place with rich fairy air and start breathing.

They either sat cross-legged on boulders or stood quietly under waterfalls. The immortal energy around them slowly gathered like silk threads, swirled around their bodies, and gradually merged into their bodies. Every pore was greedily absorbing the essence of the day.

The process of cultivation is long and arduous, but there is only determination and persistence in the eyes of the immortals.

In the afternoon, some immortals will choose to work in groups of two to conduct actual combat exercises.

The magic weapons in their hands burst into brilliant light, and the collision of spells stirred up bursts of spiritual light, but they were cleverly controlled within a certain range and would not cause any damage to the surroundings.

After the drill, both sides will point out each other's shortcomings and encourage each other.

At night, the immortals would meditate in a quiet environment, reviewing their day's practice, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, and making their minds more ethereal.

This is the fairyland of today. The entire fairyland is harmonious, and beautiful energies such as friendship, tolerance, unity, endeavor, humility, etc. are filled in every corner.

This is the perfect environment for cultivating immortals in people’s minds, a real fairyland. Every immortal is writing his or her own wonderful chapter in this paradise.

Every corner is like a beautiful poem and a moving painting, telling the glory and beauty of this heyday.

However, in the beautiful fairyland, colorful auspicious clouds are floating leisurely in the sky, like a painting casually scribbled by an immortal.

The golden roof of the fairy palace sparkles in the sunlight, reflecting brilliant light.

Fairy music is like the gurgling of water, lingering in every inch of the air. Flowers are blooming everywhere, and fairy beasts and birds are playing around. It is a prosperous scene.

But in this dreamlike fairyland, there is one person who is unhappy and depressed, and that is Xiao Lingtian.

He was like a dim star, emitting a sad atmosphere alone in this glittering fairyland, forming a sharp and cruel contrast with the beauty around him.

Ye Chen noticed all his depressed moods and knew the reasons behind them.

It was an unforgettable and heart-wrenching past, and the protagonist was Xiao Lingtian’s most beloved person - Zhou Yihan.

Once upon a time, they were a perfect couple envied by countless people, and their love was like the bright stars, illuminating each other's world.

Xiao Lingtian often lost himself in memories, and those beautiful scenes seemed to be replayed yesterday.

He remembered the day they first met, on the top of a fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, Zhou Yihan was wearing a white gauze dress with fluttering sleeves, like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world.

She danced lightly among the flowers, her graceful figure set off by the delicate flowers. Every spin and every raise of her hand seemed to pluck Xiao Lingtian's heartstrings.

At that moment, he knew that his world would have a different color from then on.

They once walked hand in hand along the quiet Fairy Lake on a moonlit night.

The surface of the lake sparkled, as if it was covered with tiny silver diamonds.

Zhou Yihan's face looked even softer under the moonlight. She raised her head slightly and looked at Xiao Lingtian, her eyes full of love and tenderness.

They didn't need to say anything, just looked at each other quietly, as if time had stopped for them.