Jade Spring Mountain, Golden Cloud Cave.
Not long after Yang Jian left, Yuding Zhenren stood under the shade of a tree by the mountain and stood there for a long time.
Yang Jian was his only disciple. After Yang Jian cultivated the mysterious technique, he had to inherit his mantle and pass down his Dao.
Having a disciple was much better than cultivating alone.
Even if he transformed into the Dao one day, there would definitely be people who would remember him and miss him.
Yuding Zhenren did not want him to spread his Dao throughout the Primordial World. However, he sometimes thought, if he transformed into the Dao, who would remember him?
"Ahem!"
Yuding Zhenren suddenly coughed and held his chest. There was a hint of melancholy on his calm face.
The wisp of dark yellow blood in his palm turned into crystalline powder and dissipated in the air.
With a soft sigh, Yuding Zhenren took out an iron token from his sleeve. He rubbed his fingers gently on the iron surface as if he was comforting his most precious treasure, afraid that there would be any dirt left.
If Yang Jian were there, he would definitely look at the deepest corner of the Black Turtle Belt in surprise.
This iron token was exactly the same as the one that Yang Jian had obtained from the Black Turtle Elder. However, the words engraved on it were slightly different.
Yang Jian's side was "Nine", while the one in Yuding Zhenren's hand was "Two".
"Nine is the extreme. I just didn't expect that the ninth place would be the Black Turtle Tomb and that he would be involved in this matter. The Saint's arrangements are a blessing and a curse. A blessing and a curse. Saint … Saint … "
Yuding Zhenren slowly closed his eyes. He seemed to have merged with the world and remained silent for a long time.
After an unknown period of time, perhaps a few days and nights, or perhaps just a moment, Yuding Zhenren turned around and walked into the Golden Cloud Cave.
The door of the Immortal's Cave slowly closed, but it did not disturb the figure in the pavilion.
Returning to the cattail hassock that he had been sitting on for an unknown period of time and had long become one with the ground, Yuding Zhenren continued to close his eyes and rest. Just like what he had experienced for so many years, he cultivated in peace and did not think about anything else.
However, just as Yuding Zhenren was about to close his eyes, the corner of his eye twitched slightly.
There seemed to be something strange about this cave abode.
Yuding Zhenren had been cultivating in this cave for too long. From the day he became a disciple of the Heavenly Lord of Chanism, this place had become his place of enlightenment.
His gaze shifted to the side of the pool. On the stone chair that Yuding Zhenren usually sat on, a ball of Xuanqi was hovering around it.
It was this ball of Xuanqi that almost fooled Yuding Zhenren.
Yuding Zhenren raised his hand and waved. A jade bottle flew out of the Xuanqi and landed in front of him.
Yuding Zhenren was very familiar with this jade bottle. Not only was he familiar with it, but it was also the jade bottle that he often used to store elixirs. He had refined hundreds of them at the same time.
Without opening the bottle stopper, Yuding Zhenren knew the elixir's medicinal properties and spirituality as soon as he held it in his hand.
"Nine transformations? Soul nurturing? "
Yuding Zhenren frowned. He opened the bottle stopper and looked at the twelve elixirs that looked like red beans.
Nine Transformations Soul Spiritual Elixir.
The ingredients for this elixir were very difficult to obtain. It was very difficult to gather the precious materials needed for a cauldron of elixirs, and they were also a little rare. Although they were Nine Transformations Perfect Elixirs, they required ten times more effort than a cauldron of Nine Transformations Golden Elixir to refine.
Moreover, the effects of the elixir after it was refined would still be determined by the Heavenly Axiom.
These twelve elixirs were considered the pinnacle of Soul Nurturing Elixirs. They could indeed heal injuries of the Great Dao.
Unfortunately …
"This fellow, he really put in a lot of effort."
Yuding Zhenren could not help but smile when he recalled how Yang Jian hesitated to leave and then sneaked in again.
Naturally, Yang Jian had secretly placed the elixirs that he had obtained from the Black Tortoise's legacy in the cave because he was concerned about Yuding Zhenren's pride. If he had given it to Yuding Zhenren directly, what would Yang Jian say?
Putting aside the fact that Yuding Zhenren had always not let Yang Jian know that he was injured, the image that he had built for Yang Jian had always been 'he is here for everything, there is no need to worry'.
As a master, he did not want his disciple to worry, and as a disciple, he did not want to embarrass his master in the slightest.
Yang Jian was meticulous. He knew that his master would definitely see these elixirs. He wrapped them in Xuanqi because he was afraid that his mother, Yohime, would find them and ruin his master's reputation.
Unfortunately …
Yuding Zhenren naturally would not reject his disciple's good intentions. He took out ten of the twelve elixirs and left two in the bottle. This was also the principle of not being too extreme.
With a shake of his arms, a dense aura appeared above Yuding Zhenren's head. Waves of light appeared in the cave, and a fragrance circulated in the cave. The entire Jade Spring Mountain seemed to have a little more spirituality.
In the dense purple aura, an ancient three-legged round cauldron slowly flew out and landed in front of Yuding Zhenren.
The round cauldron was a piece of precious jade, but there were thousands of ravines on it. There were layers of cracks, and there were forty-eight huge cracks. Each of them was enough to shatter the round cauldron.
However, the round cauldron was still strong. Its three legs landed on the jade plate, and there were rays of light on it.
One of the round cauldron's ears was missing a fragment. It roughly matched the outline of the broken jade that Yang Jian was wearing on his neck.
"Sigh." Yuding Zhenren raised his hand and gently stroked the round cauldron. There was a hint of nostalgia and loneliness in his eyes.
The ten Nine Revolutions Soul Nourishing Pills turned into medicinal mist one after another and seeped into the forty-eight cracks on the round cauldron. Soon, the round cauldron trembled gently. The cracks seemed to have shrunk a little and were no longer as terrifying.
It was far from enough.
Even if it was a hundred or two hundred pills, it was still far from enough.
This cauldron of pills was already too rare. Ordinary Soul Nourishing Pills had no effect at all. Even if he summoned all the Soul Nourishing Spiritual Roots in the world, it would probably be difficult to fill up ten to twenty percent of the cracks in the round cauldron.
The Great Dao was dead, and medicine was powerless.
Yuding Zhenren did not tell Yang Jian about his injuries. It was probably because he did not want another person to worry about him.
After carefully wiping the round cauldron, Yuding Zhenren put it away and sat cross-legged to meditate.
It was unknown if it was intentional or not, but Yuding Zhenren's face seemed to have a little more color. His face, which had always been simple, also seemed to have a little more vitality.
The two pills that Yuding Zhenren left behind were because he was worried that Yang Jian's soul would be damaged in the future. Yuding Zhenren admitted that his ability to refine pills was inferior to the Grand Pure One. The pills were also stronger than the Soul Nourishing Pills that he had refined.
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South Continent, Chaoge City.
The mortal world of the South Continent was rather vast. Before it was formed, it was called the Immortal Dynasty.
However, after the Great Xia Dynasty, there were too many mortals in the mortal world. The turbid Qi condensed, and the cultivators gradually left.
The Great Xia Dynasty collapsed after thousands of years, and the Shang Dynasty rose. Hundreds of years had passed. The large cities in the South Continent were like stars in the sky. The villages and towns were like lush leaves in the forest. The population was countless.
Chaoge City alone, including the continuous towns outside the city walls, had a population of nearly ten million.
That directly overturned Yang Jian's understanding of the so-called history.
However, he gradually deduced that this was the Primordial World and not his hometown. He could not use the history that he knew to casually apply to this place.
Along the way, Yang Jian had a ridiculous thought.
Was there a pair of hands, a pen, and a book in this world that recorded the evolution and deduction of the mortal world of the Primordial World? When the fate of the Primordial World was over, the pair of hands slowly opened the book and performed everything that had happened in the mortal world on the blue star.
With that thought in mind, Yang Jian could not stop. He felt that it was extremely wonderful and gradually showed signs of enlightenment.
Unfortunately, his Essence Soul Dao cultivation level was not enough. The opportunity for enlightenment disappeared quietly.
There must be something in life. Don't force it if you don't have it.
Yang Jian had already obtained too many benefits recently. His physical body was becoming more and more powerful. Now, when he walked on the land of the South Continent, he would occasionally encounter a few "sneaky" Dao Sect Daira. He also had the confidence to secretly see what they were doing.
Most of them were looking for disciples. It was not just the immortals of Chanism. Many immortals of Jie School also imitated this method and found one or two disciples to help them enter the God roll.
Along the way, Yang Jian discovered the traces of seven or eight Daira Jinxian. He did not go up to greet them. After all, his seniority was low. He had to bow to everyone he met.
He went straight to Chaoge City. Yang Jian occasionally stopped to inquire about some information and understand the current situation in the South Continent.
"This is still a slave and semi-slave system … Background and background are extremely important. This is also the general trend of the Primordial World."
Yang Jian saw a lot of skinny laborers, and also a lot of fat high officials and nobles.
The Shang Dynasty was actually the strongest vassal. It occupied the most fertile land and had the most powerful military. It made everyone submit and pay tribute every year.
As the most fertile city under this system, Chaoge City gathered half of the South Continent's richness and style. There were more than a million troops stationed in four directions, looking down on everyone.
On a sunny afternoon, Yang Jian wore a light yellow robe and a long crown. He walked into the city like a scholar who could be seen everywhere on the road.
The streets in the city were very wide. Yang Jian's spiritual senses swept across the place and saw rows of wooden pavilions.
The streets were straight. They must have been completely planned before they were built. The deeper into the city, the taller the buildings, and the denser the population.
There was a lake in the city and three or four man-made rivers. The scenery on both sides was picturesque, and there were densely packed markets.
To Yang Jian's surprise, he also discovered the crisscrossing underground sewers under Chaoge City. The sewers for drinking water and sewage treatment were divided into two levels. They were clearly separated.
"It's really impressive."
Yang Jian shook his head gently and looked at the huge palace in the center of the city.
The palaces were actually located on a high stone foundation. If there was a fog, it would be like an immortal song in the clouds. One could pick stars with a raise of one's hand.
Above the palace, there seemed to be the shadow of a golden dragon coiled around it.
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