The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

At the moment Qin Jin appeared in the Sacrificial Spirit Hall, his actions suddenly paused.

In his perception, an exceedingly abundant spiritual power lingered on all sides, with each breath seeming to absorb and exhale spiritual power. This spiritual power was refined and gentle, and long-term exposure to such an environment would surely nurture a healthy physique, prolong life, and ward off all diseases.

“What is happening?!”

With waves stirring in his heart, Qin Jin looked around. Inside the Sacrificial Spirit Hall, mist drifted overhead like an immortal realm, and the air was slightly moist. Due to the excessive concentration of spiritual power, brilliant lights occasionally flashed in mid-air—this was the manifestation of spiritual power.

Inside the Sacrificial Spirit Hall, there were many items offered by the Fire Sacrifice Tribe over time.

Because Qin Jin no longer needed to exchange them for other resources, they had been accumulating. Now, at a glance, those crystal cores and beast bones all had a faint glow flowing over them, appearing even more extraordinary.

At the center of the hall, the [throne] where Qin Jin usually sat for extended periods truly appeared as a throne now. It was originally constructed from piles of timber, with the Fire Sacrifice Tribe people putting effort into its creation and decoration. But now, looking at it, the throne stood domineeringly in the center, truly exuding an aura of majesty, and peculiar patterns had formed on its wooden frame.

Qin Jin paced inside the Sacrificial Spirit Hall.

His expression serious, with a hint of complexity.

This feeling, this experience, was akin to returning home from a trip to find one’s old, shabby house transformed into a grand villa.

He walked to a side edge, where the exposed wood emitted a tantalizing aroma of trees, which upon inhaling, brought a clarity of heart spirit.

It seemed.

The entire Sacrificial Spirit Hall had undergone a transformation.

Various guesses arose in his heart, as Qin Jin’s divine intent activated, leaving his body, and in an instant, passed through the dome of the hall, reflecting the outside world in his vision.

Divine light descended from the sky, but it had already broken away from the heavenly dome, enveloping the surroundings of the Sacrificial Spirit Hall. Outside this divine light, Qin Jin clearly saw many tribespeople from the Fire Sacrifice Tribe focusing on it, trying various methods.

It seemed they were attempting to communicate with him, the Sacrificial Spirit.

“Divine light descends from the sky.”

“Is this crafted by the Mountain and River Divine Cauldron?”

Qin Jin once personally ascended to take a look and reacted in an instant: “Senior Ji Lianxing once mentioned that her Brother Huang, the Immortal Dynasty Emperor, had likely arranged something. Could this be part of that arrangement?”

The divine intent, entrenched in this area, also held a sense of comfort.

It seemed that the area shrouded in divine light had truly turned into a spiritual and blessed land of sorts, no longer mundane.

The thought flickered.

The divine intent returned to himself.

With spiritual power swirling in the spirit ruins, interacting with the external spiritual power, the cultivation speed surged.

“Now, this place can be called an ideal site for cultivating the Celestial Cyan Technique.”

As thoughts skimmed by, Qin Jin’s mind slightly moved, and beside him, after a flash of light, the Azure Thunder Profound Halberd appeared.

He was transmitted into the cockpit, spiritually linked, and the Azure Thunder Profound Halberd suddenly lit up around him.

The large mecha stepped out, walking out from the hall’s entrance.

At the instant of stepping out, under Qin Jin’s control, the wish power restriction, always enveloping the hall, was temporarily lifted, no longer shrouding.

Near the hall, a significant number of tribespeople were gathered, pooling their wisdom and efforts to find ways to communicate with Lord Sacrificial Spirit. Now that the shroud of wish power had been lifted, the divine light descending from the heavens did not obscure the view inside, being transparent.

Qin Jin clearly saw the excited expressions on the faces of some tribespeople, mouths moving.

Only their gestures were seen, their words unheard.

“The sounds inside and outside are also isolated.”

Outside, Xia Rock Tiger and others, upon hearing calls, looked over as well, and upon seeing the Azure Thunder Profound Halberd, they distinctly heaved a sigh of relief.