The Taishang orthodoxy's ten immortals was something that happened a long time ago. In the current cultivation world, not many people even knew the name of the Taishang orthodoxy. Only the people of the Ultimate Ruins or some old monsters who had lived for a long time knew about the legend of the Taishang orthodoxy. Even in their eyes, the Taishang orthodoxy was an existence that was punished by the heavens and destroyed because of it.
However, the Dragon Seeking Clan knew more about the Taishang orthodoxy because of some reasons that were not recorded in the jade scrolls. They also knew the greatest fortune in the Taishang ruins. They had not given up for thousands of years, and all they thought about was the Path to Heaven.
The Taishang Path to Heaven, the fortune bestowed to the disciple!
This was the greatest fortune of the Taishang ruins, and also the greatest opportunity.
The meaning faintly revealed within the jade slip was that the Sovereign Dao Sect had indeed suffered the wrath of the heavens, but its orthodoxy hadn't been severed. Shockingly, there was still an immortal opportunity left behind in the Sovereign Ruins, and it was left behind for future generations. If someone was able to arrive at the Sovereign Ruins and find and pass through the path of legend, then that person would be able to obtain unimaginable fortuitous encounters and fortune, and that person would become a disciple of the Sovereign Dao Sect.
What did this mean?
To put it simply, this person would obtain all the treasures and Dao techniques left behind by the Taishang orthodoxy before it was destroyed.
One person would possess the entire Taishang orthodoxy. What kind of opportunity was that?
The Dragon Seeking Clan had been exploring the ruins for thousands of years because of this motivation, and they did not hesitate to pay a huge price.
The information that the Dragon Seeking Clan had about the Taishang ruins was extremely shocking. They had even grasped the general layout of the Path to Heaven. It could even be said that some of their ancestors had reached the Ancient Path to Heaven, and had tried many times, but ultimately failed. In recent years, they could not even reach the Path to Heaven, and the reason was that the Hong Meng death aura was getting stronger.
The Hong Meng death aura in the Taishang ruins had gotten stronger with the passage of time. It could be said that the appearance of the death aura had even exceeded the expectations of the person who left the last immortal opportunity for the Taishang orthodoxy. It was originally the Hong Meng Dao aura that was created by the heavens and earth, and could be said to be a treasure in the Taishang ruins. Who would have thought that after the Taishang orthodoxy had suffered a calamity, it would turn into a deadly death aura?
The most important thing was that the Hong Meng death aura was formless, and it was strange and terrifying. There was no good way to transform it.
If there was one thing, it would be cultivation!
The higher the cultivation level, the longer the Death Qi would last. Cultivators below the Gold Core Stage would have their souls taken away almost instantly. Yuanying cultivators could even last for ten minutes, Yuanying Mahayana cultivators could probably last for about an hour, and Tribulation Transcendence cultivators could last for more than two hours, which was enough for them to escape from the Death Qi.
However, in the Ultimate Ruins, the rules had changed, and it was impossible for cultivators to reach a cultivation level higher than Yuanying. This also caused the Hong Meng death aura to become a chasm in the Dragon Seeking Clan's path to explore the Taishang ruins. They had suffered in front of it countless times, and after thousands of years of research, they had only found a few places that could resist the Hong Meng death aura, but they had never found a way to resist it.
In the past, the ancestors of the Dragon Seeking Clan had to risk their lives to reach the Ancient Path to Heaven. They had to use those few places to calculate the time when the Hong Meng death aura would arrive, and then they would stop from time to time to enter the Path to Heaven. However, in recent years, as the Hong Meng death aura became stronger, even those few safe places were no longer safe. This caused the Dragon Seeking Clan's exploration of the ruins to fail more and more. In recent generations, they were not as good as their ancestors, and no one could reach the entrance of the Path to Heaven.
"In that case, to obtain the Dao Canons, the most important thing is to resist the Hong Meng death aura … But what secret is related to the copper mirror passed down by Ancestor Heaven Abhorrer? There is no specific description in this jade slip. Either the Dragon Seeking Clan's research on the copper mirror is recorded in another jade slip, or the Dragon Seeking Clan's knowledge of the copper mirror is only that of the legends! "
Fang Xing spent a day and night reading the contents of the jade slip, and began to ponder, "Looking at Magu's appearance, it seems that she is determined to succeed in this exploration of the ruins. Could it be that when the nine moons rise into the sky, the Hong Meng death aura will disappear along with the opening of the ruins' grand formation? That's not right, the Hong Meng death aura has nothing to do with the grand formation … What is that bitch Magu thinking about? Should I pull off her pants, beat her up, and force some information out of her? "
Fang Xing pondered, but faintly felt that the woman's thoughts were so deep that he might not be able to get anything out of her even if he forced her to.
"Forget it, she can think of her own things, and I'll study mine. Let's think of a way to deal with the Hong Meng death aura first!"
After thinking for a long time, Fang Xing secretly decided that he would still enter the ruins.
But this time, he did not have the heart to bring the red dragon along. It was injured too badly the first time, and it had not recovered yet.
Moreover, this time, Fang Xing did not intend to go deep. He only wanted to use his own method to study how to deal with the Hong Meng death aura. He had his own reliance on this point. No matter how persistent the Dragon Seeking Clan was, after all, they had too few magic treasures and elixirs. As the saying goes, a clever housewife cannot cook without rice. No matter how persistent they were, they did not have enough resources. Perhaps they could not find the corresponding method to deal with the Hong Meng death aura?
But who was he?
What a joke! The opportunity of Nan Zhan's Mysterious Coffin fell from the sky, and he had obtained 30% of it. It was not an exaggeration to call it a mobile treasure house.
If the Hong Meng death aura was really not something that could be dealt with by cultivation, and could only be dealt with by magic treasures, then he might be the only one who could find a way.
As soon as he said he would do it, Fang Xing ordered the Jindan eight servants to go to the surrounding wild forests to catch a large number of small and weak Ominous Beasts for him, and then forced them to eat the Turtle Breath Pill and put them in the storage bag. After making preparations, he took advantage of the night to sneak into the ruins again. At least this time, he was mentally prepared, and he would not lose his mind and fall into the abyss because of the sudden shock of the remnant thoughts.
After entering the ruins, he found a place to squat down and began to prepare.
He first prepared all kinds of treasures in his storage bag, and took out a Ominous Beast as a test subject. After waiting for about half an hour, he vaguely felt a chilly wind blowing, and the Hong Meng death aura had arrived. Fang Xing pasted a Spirit-protecting Talisman on the Ominous Beast, tied it with the Yin Hell Iron Chain, and threw it far away. He hid at the edge where the death aura could not reach.
"Chirp chirp …"
The red-eyed fat tailed rabbit felt the horror of the death aura, and struggled far away.
However, after it was enveloped by the death aura, it immediately stopped moving. When Fang Xing pulled it back, it had turned into a soulless beast corpse.
"The Spirit-protecting Talisman doesn't work, then I'll use the Spirit-protecting Pill!"
With this thought, he took out a precious pill, stuffed it into the mouth of another wild boar, and threw it out.
But when he pulled it back, it was still a soulless beast corpse.
"Damn, this magic treasure is not bad, it can even resist the Divine Sense of a Jindan cultivator …"
"What the hell, I don't believe that this protective shield is also not good …"
"Damn, look at my Invincible Heaven and Earth Protective Set of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths …"
"Damn, the name sounds scary, but it's really useless …"
"…"
In this test, more than a dozen Ominous Beasts were sacrificed, and a lot of Fang Xing's various magic treasures were also used, but it was useless.
The Hong Meng death aura had blocked the Dragon Seeking Clan for thousands of years, how could it be so easy to break?
Even though the Precious Treasures in Fang Xing's possession really did have a variety of forms, their effects weren't as formidable as he'd imagined. Because the Primordial Deathly Qi wasn't something an ordinary Magic Treasure could resist. Its strength and strangeness had already attained an extremely profound state. It was even to the extent that to a certain extent, this Primordial Deathly Qi had already exceeded the scope of understanding that Fang Xing's tiny Foundation Building Realm was currently at.
"Alas, can I only wait until September to rise to the sky to try my luck?"
The Ominous Beasts in his hands had all been tested, but Fang Xing had no clue at all, and he suddenly felt a little depressed.
Looking at the dozen or so Ominous Beasts' corpses lined up on the ground, there were no injuries on the surface, and they even had vitality, but their souls were gone.
"Eh … even their souls are gone …"
Fang Xing was depressed for a long time, and suddenly, his heart moved, and he thought of something.
After staring blankly for a while, he secretly scolded himself for being muddle-headed, and hurriedly took out all the storage pouches on his body, turning over the largest one that he usually couldn't remember. This storage pouch was filled with some magic treasures that he didn't understand, but felt that they would be useful. Originally, he wanted to keep them for later research, but he was also a little lazy, and he often forgot about them after putting them in.
But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something that might be useful.
"Haha, it's really still here, luckily I didn't feed it to the Sea King Turtle!"
After Fang Xing found it, he was overjoyed, and what he held in his hand was surprisingly a severed head.
The severed head of the Nan Zhan Concealed Sovereign, Huangfu Daozi!
This severed head originally couldn't be put into the storage pouch, but after the Lotus Girl saw Fang Xing holding this head every day, she felt that it would affect her appetite, and so she put a little seal on it, so that Fang Xing could put it in the storage pouch. As a result, after Fang Xing put it in, he directly forgot about it. It was only now that he was tortured to death by the Hong Meng death aura, and racked his brains for ideas, that he finally remembered it.
At this moment, the eyes of this severed head were tightly shut, and there was not a single trace of life, as if it had been dead for a long time.
"It can't really be dead, right?"
Fang Xing tentatively slapped its mouth twice, and then looked at it nervously.
He wasn't disappointed, the eyes of the severed head suddenly moved after being slapped, and it actually opened its eyes.
"Se … Senior … Big Brother … Please spare me … I beg you, please spare me …"
After Huangfu Daozi woke up, he didn't understand the situation he was in, and immediately started crying. Although it was said that he was crying, there weren't any tears that flowed out. It was just that his expression was in pain, and he was twitching incessantly. His divine sense was also trembling incessantly, and he was extremely sorrowful and pitiful as he transmitted his voice to Fang Xing. "You … I will do anything you want me to … Please spare me … I … I am willing to be your slave …"
The sorrowful divine sense could really make anyone who heard it cry, and even Fang Xing was a little embarrassed when he heard it.
"Uh … I'm really sorry, I was too busy and forgot about you …"
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