I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

Chapter 228 The Spirit Tide is Coming!

This isn't a joke, it's a recommendation for the treasure book "How Did I Become a Taoist Ancestor While Selling Peach Wood Swords via Livestream?"

Daxia, Lu County.

Qingfeng Temple.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The vortex of spiritual energy was still spinning.

However, the spiritual energy that gathered from all directions no longer surged in as frantically as before, but became much gentler, flowing in wisps and strands, like streams flowing into the sea.

In the courtyard, the old Taoist priest sat at the stone table.

He looked up at the huge vortex in the sky, his eyes reflecting the shimmering light.

"Looks like this isn't going to end tonight."

The old Taoist priest murmured.

He looked down at Li Jun's room.

The room door and windows remained closed, making it impossible to see what was inside.

But he could vaguely sense that an aura was growing stronger and stronger.

It's not the kind of explosive increase.

But...

A qualitative change.

Like a stream that suddenly flows into the sea.

It's not that there's more water, but rather...

It turned into the sea.

The old Taoist priest took a deep breath and then smiled.

"That brat, he's always giving this old man a hard time."

He shook his head, stood up, and stretched his somewhat stiff body.

I sat for half the night, and my back is sore.

The old Taoist priest walked to the water vat and glanced inside.

The arowana remained motionless at the bottom of the water.

But the golden light emanating from it has completely stabilized.

The newly grown scales were all golden, a pure gold, gleaming softly in the moonlight.

and……

Its size is more than twice as big as before.

Two small bumps appeared on the top of his head.

It looks like something is about to grow out.

The old Taoist priest stared at the two small bags for a long time.

"horn?"

he murmured.

"Is this fish... going to turn into a dragon?"

The arowana, of course, wouldn't answer.

It simply lay motionless at the bottom of the water, breathing slowly and steadily.

The golden scales on its body glowed faintly with each breath.

The old Taoist priest glanced at it again, then turned and walked to the corner of the courtyard.

The vine had grown to over a meter tall.

The vines were entwined around a bamboo pole, which the old Taoist priest had planted in the middle of the night so that it would have something to cling to.

The leaves are lush, each one a vibrant green, shimmering faintly in the moonlight.

The old Taoist priest squatted down and carefully examined the roots of the vines.

The roots are buried in the soil, so you can't see anything.

But he could sense a power surging there.

Very gentle, very peaceful.

He watched for a long time.

Then he stood up and walked towards the room.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep now, you guys can keep doing what you want."

……

The vortex of spiritual energy continued to spin for the next few days.

However, compared to before, the rotation speed has slowed down a lot, and the edge of the vortex is slowly contracting.

From a diameter of over ten thousand li, it shrank to nine thousand li, eight thousand li, seven thousand li...

It's not fast, but it's very stable.

Meanwhile.

The world is in turmoil.

Europa, headquarters of the Church of Holy Light.

The Pope stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sky outside.

The sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly.

But his brows were furrowed tightly.

"His Majesty."

The cardinal's voice came from behind.

"St. Ambrose requests your presence."

The Pope nodded, turned, and walked toward the place of slumber.

Thirty meters underground, in the passageway, the flame of the eternal lamp flickered slightly.

The Pope walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

Soon, he arrived at the stone door.

The runes on the stone gate are now glowing.

It wasn't the faint, barely perceptible light.

Instead, it is bright, dazzling light.

The Pope was taken aback.

Then, he reached out and pushed open the stone door.

Inside the stone chamber, Saint Ambrose stood before the stone couch.

He stopped lying down.

He stood there, dressed in a pure white holy robe, his hair as white as snow, his face serene, and his eyes shining with an astonishing light.

"Saint Ambrose," the Pope said with a slight bow, "You called me?"

St. Ambrose looked at him.

"His Majesty."

"I felt it."

The Pope was taken aback.

"What do you feel?"

St. Ambrose looked at him and said, word by word.

"Angels are descending."

The Pope's breath caught in his throat.

Angel……

Is it coming?

"Saint Ambrose, you mean..." His voice trembled slightly.

St. Ambrose nodded.

"I can feel that the heavens are awakening."

"The outbreak of the third wave of spiritual energy..."

He paused.

"It's coming soon."

The Pope stood there, his mind blank.

Is the third wave of spiritual energy about to erupt?

Is an angel about to descend?

How long has he waited for this day?

He had been waiting ever since the spiritual energy began to recover.

Waiting for the Lord's messenger to come.

When the holy light shines upon the earth once more.

Now, it's finally here.

"His Majesty."

The voice of St. Ambrose pulled him back from his thoughts.

"Get ready."

"The moment the spiritual tide erupts will be the moment we rise again."

The Pope took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"yes!"

……

New World, Paranormal Research Bureau.

Jason sat in his office with a top-secret document spread out in front of him.

The document contains the latest developments of the Super Soldier program.

"Chief."

The assistant pushed open the door, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"The stability of the gene enhancement fluid has been improved to 78%!"

Jason looked up at him.

"Seventy-eight percent?"

The assistant nodded.

"Yes! At this rate, we'll be able to mass-produce Class C superhumans soon!"

After hearing this, Jason did not show much joy on his face.

He was silent for a few seconds, then slowly began to speak.

"What's happening in Japan?"

The assistant paused for a moment, then quickly opened the folder in his hand.

"The land of cherry blossoms... has been very quiet these past few days."

"Since the Blood Rain Incident, Abe Shōkichi has cut off all external channels. We don't know what he discovered yet. Also, the crack that runs across the sky of Japan has not shown any abnormalities again."

After listening, Jensen remained silent for a while before speaking:

"Keep an eye on it."

"yes!"

The assistant turned and walked out.

Jason leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

The Super Soldier Project is progressing smoothly.

This is a good thing.

but……

enough?

A sense of unease suddenly welled up in Jason's heart.

Gene enhancement fluid can create C-level superhumans, and even B-level superhumans.

But can those things stand against true gods?

he does not know.

I don't even dare to think about it.

……

The Gris Federation, Kremlin.

Ivanov stood by the window, watching the snowflakes fluttering outside.

"Your Mightiness."

The voice of a subordinate came from behind.

"There are unusual energy fluctuations at the ancient Slavic ruins."

Ivanov turned around.

"What's wrong?"

The subordinate took a deep breath.

"The seal deep within the ruins is loosening."

"At the current rate, the seal is expected to completely dissipate within a few days."

Ivanov remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"Get the Alpha team ready."

"Enter the ruins the moment the seal dissipates."

"yes!"

The subordinate turned around and quickly walked out.

Ivanov turned around and continued looking at the snow outside the window.

Some of the beings from Slavic mythology slumber within the ancient Slavic ruins.

If those things could be revived...

The Gris Federation may be able to possess its own power amidst this great upheaval.

……

Varanasi, the land of the white elephant.

On the banks of the Ganges, in an ancient temple.

The Grand Master sat cross-legged in front of the statue of Shiva, with his eyes closed, chanting incantations.

Behind him, a dozen or so monks sat cross-legged, chanting sutras in a low voice, following his rhythm.

The temple was filled with the scent of sandalwood.

The chanting echoed in the spacious hall, solemn and dignified.

Sudden.

The Grand Master opened his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the statue of Shiva.

The statue remains majestic and mysterious.

But at this moment, the Grand Master saw—

Something was shining in the eyes of the statue.

A faint light.

But it is indeed glowing.

The Grand Master's breathing became rapid instantly.

He stared into those eyes for a long time.

Then he smiled.

"Shiva..."

he murmured.

"Are you finally waking up?"