Unknowingly, Qin Di arrived at Zhuolu City, which wasn't far from Zhuolu.
Now, Zhuolu City was under Lingxiao Hall's complete control. Anyone who entered or exited had to show their identity token. It was precisely because of this reason that Qin Di hadn't barged into Zhuolu City due to his lack of time the last time he came.
This time, Qin Di had some free time, so she simply studied the identity token and created a replica out of thin air. As an Immortal Artifact Refinement Master, it was too easy for him to refine a token that looked identical on the outside. This was just like an imitation identity card. The chip inside was somewhat difficult, but the hard shell outside was very easy.
Qin Di replicated several tokens in a row. Zhang San, Li Si, and all sorts of names. There were all sorts of names before he walked into Zhuolu City.
The people at the city gate only took a glance and quickly let him in. They didn't take out any special equipment to test it.
Qin Di wandered around Zhuolu City and sat in a tea shop listening to the gossip.
"Hey, everyone, have you heard? The Immortal Astral Sect is finally finished! "
"Not so fast! That old fellow, Zhang Hentie, hasn't closed his eyes. Lingxiao Hall can't bear to kill him, so this matter has been delayed! It's been delayed for hundreds of years! "
"This time, it won't be delayed for long! I don't think Zhang will live for more than three to five months before he dies! "
"How do you know?"
"What's wrong with that? I can smell the stench on your body even from a distance away … "
Qin Di listened for a while before walking out of the tea shop.
In the northwest corner of Zhuolu City, there was a Daoist temple. It was said that it was only a corner of the Heavenly Dipper Sect in the past.
Thousands of years ago, the Heavenly Dipper Sect was still an independent sect. It was said that there had been many Heaven Immortals in history, but now, they had completely declined. There was only an old Spirit Immortal who had fallen into Heavenly Decay. He had lost all his power, but he was still alive.
This old man was like a beggar. He wore a tattered cotton jacket that emitted a foul smell. He sat on the steps of the entrance with a faint sneer on his face. His eyes looked lifeless, but occasionally, they would emit a cold glint as he quietly watched the people coming and going.
Qin Di came to the entrance of the Taoist temple and stopped when he saw the dilapidated gatehouse and the dying old man.
The old man turned a blind eye to his arrival and continued to lazily bask in the sun.
Qin Di watched for a moment, then walked over and sat down on the other side of the stairs. He asked, "Old man, since the sect has declined, why are you still guarding here?"
The old man said indifferently, "I want to see the Daoist temple destroyed with my own eyes. I want to witness the ugly faces of these people."
Qin Di took out a jar of rice wine, opened it and handed it over, asking, "Is there no one in the sect? Are you the only one left? Where are the others? "
The old man didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up the wine jar with both hands and drank a mouthful. He narrowed his eyes and replied, "The dead are dead, and the scattered are scattered. I'm the only one left to guard this place. But it won't last much longer. "
Qin Di said, "Old man, can you tell me about the history of the Immortal Astral Sect? Tell me about Zhuolu City? Anything is fine. I'm bored, so I want to find someone to talk to. "
The old man opened his eyes and sized him up. Then he narrowed his eyes and seemed to be in deep thought.
After a while, he slowly said, "Our Immortal Astral Sect has a long history and has been in the Spirit Realm for millions of years. There are thousands of Heaven Immortals who have ascended to the Celestial World."
Qin Di asked, "What about those Heaven Immortals? Why didn't they come back to protect the sect? "
The old man shook his head and said, "Immortal cultivators pay attention to the Supreme Oblivion! How can a wanderer who leaves still remember home? "
Qin Di was silent. He paused for a moment and asked, "Why is your sect called the Immortal Astral Sect?"
The old man replied, "Because we used to have a set of immortal artifacts called the Astral Steps."
"Why did you say it was in the past?"
"It's gone now. Someone brazenly snatched it!"
"Who snatched it?"
"Hmph, is there a need to ask?"
Qin Di frowned slightly and said, "It's just a set of immortal artifacts. Even if it's lost, it can still be refined."
The old man shook his head lightly. "How can it be so easy? If there were immortal artifacts, how could I have fallen into Angel Decay? "
Hearing this, Qin Di became interested and asked, "I only heard that the Astral Steps is a ritual to summon gods, but I've never heard that it's an immortal artifact. "Old man, can you tell me what it looks like?" What's the principle behind it? "
The old man took a deep breath and said, "This kind of immortal artifact is as big as a house, and there is a circle of steps outside. Cultivators walk around the house in circles, and with every step they take, they can step on a mechanism, just like stepping on a water wheel. After six hours, the immortal energy and spirit energy can be separated, and the house gathers the purer immortal energy. With Immortal Qi, one can cultivate quickly, and their cultivation realms will rise continuously. How can Deva Five Declines appear? "
Qin Di was surprised. He didn't expect there to be such a magical thing.
"Old man, what's the difference between immortal energy and spirit energy? I breathe immortal energy every day, how can I not tell the difference? "
The old man answered, "Immortal energy is half as light as spirit energy. Just like water, there's light water and heavy water. In the mortal world, there's only spirit energy and normal air. In our spiritual realm, there's both immortal energy and spirit energy, so it's called 'immortal spirit energy'. Immortal spirit energy can be combined to form a stable structure. When you breathe it, you can't feel the difference. Only after it enters the body and is refined can it be separated into spirit energy and immortal energy. "
Qin Di asked, "Then why do people say that there's only immortal energy and no spirit energy in the celestial realm, so mortals will die if they go there?"
"That's because immortal energy and spirit energy are different substances (like hydrogen and helium). If cultivators haven't cultivated to that level, their body functions won't be activated, and they won't be able to adapt to pure immortal energy. It's like a child who has no teeth at first and can only drink breast milk. After half a year, they can gradually add some rice paste and egg custard. When they grow up, they can eat food on the table. We spirit immortals are like babies who have just been born for half a year. We can't eat big food. "
Qin Di understood, so he said, "Old man, can you draw out the celestial artifact with the Astral Footsteps? To be honest, I'm also a celestial artifact master. Maybe I can help you refine it."
The old man didn't believe him at first, but after thinking about it, the Immortal Astral Sect was destroyed and the celestial artifact was gone. What was there to hide?
So he sat up and said, "I've lost my celestial spirit energy, so I can't inscribe jade slips anymore. I can only draw with a pen and paper. Go get a pen and paper! "
Qin Di didn't look for a pen and paper. Instead, he took out a small jade bottle and said, "There's a celestial pill inside. If you eat it, you can live for at least three thousand years and recover your celestial spirit energy temporarily. It'll be easy to inscribe jade slips. It's hard to draw a three-dimensional structure on paper. "
The old man was shocked. He immediately reached out and took the jade bottle with trembling hands. He couldn't help but look at Qin Di again. He said, "Little brother, I've cultivated the Heavenly Eye, so I have a good eye for people. Although you've changed your appearance, there's a white light on top of your head. This means that you're a good person and a righteous cultivator. I'm going to die soon, so I won't be polite! Thank you, little brother, for the pill! "
The old man knew his stuff. He knew that there weren't many celestial pills that could let people live for three thousand years.
Qin Di didn't care much about the celestial pill he took out because he'd helped Gong Shu, the celestial formation master of the Qing Emperor's Palace, refine it. The Qing Emperor's Palace had a large number of celestial mountains and blessed lands. It had accumulated many celestial herbs for tens of thousands of years. Qin Di used the immortal herbs provided by Gong Shu to refine quite a number of immortal pills. He only gave Gong Shu 30% of them and kept the remaining 70%.
The old man trembled as he opened the jade bottle and swallowed the celestial pill.
Then, he sat quietly for about ten minutes. When he opened his eyes again, he was completely different.
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