Capítulo 1503: Chapter 813: Artifact Refining Master, Main Family Envoy, and the Land of Self-Oblivion (Part 2)
These pale gold powder lees are the useless dregs after wine brewing, now they are perfect for feeding the spiritual carp.
“Ever since the Island Master arrived, life on the island has beco better year by year. We have spirit fish, and also a Third Grade spirit field. Not only do I get to eat golden corn every day, but even the spirit fish in the lake benefit from the Island Master’s fortune, soon there might be Second-Order spirit fish. I truly hope life will continue like this for a long ti; perhaps one day, even old Han will have his Foundation Establishnt…”
The old fisherman sprinkled the lees, his face full of hope and joy.
Buzz buzz!
At this mont, a low hum suddenly ca from the sky, and all the spiritual carp seed frightened, darting into the lake and vanishing instantly.
The old fisherman’s face changed, he quickly looked up to see a giant black centipede over three ters long, covered entirely in mysterious black armor, and with wings on its back, winding down sinisterly and terrifyingly.
A figure in a black robe with feathers stood proudly on the back of the winged centipede, a young man full of spirit and with handso features.
Behind the young man, an old man in a black cloak sat cross-legged on a coffin, emanating a chilling aura, trailing just a few ters behind.
Bang!
The old fisherman’s face turned pale, losing his grip, the wooden basin fell, banging onto the side of the boat.
“Foundation… Foundation Establishnt!” The old fisherman stared wide-eyed, stuttering in fear, even forgetting to salute.
The man in the black robe scoffed and asked arrogantly, “I ask you, is this Seven Stars Island?”
Like waking up from a dream, the old fisherman hastily bowed in salute, trembling, “Reporting to the master, this is indeed Seven Stars Island.”
The man in black nodded, “Very well, where is the Island Master? The family’s Special Envoy is here, you should quickly notify him to co out and welco.”
The old fisherman nodded, saying yes, and hurriedly took out a Communication Spirit Talisman, sending an urgent ssage to the island.
Shortly after, another Spirit Plant Cultivator hurriedly ca, followed by Zhou Chu leading a group of servants, rushing to the outside of the island to welco the envoy’s arrival.
However, the Seven Star Island Master never appeared.
The man in black grew angry seeing this, imdiately driving the spirit centipede under his command to fly into the island, breaking into the Lakeside Pavilion, and began a search.
Unfortunately, the pavilion was empty, without a trace of Zhao Sheng.
The man in black’s anger slightly faded, next he called everyone to inquire, but no one knew the whereabouts of the Island Master.
It was only then that the old man in a black robe spoke, “Young Master, you should stay on the island for now. As for the matter of the Seven Star Island Master’s failure, it could be left to the Foreign Affairs Hall for handling. Now that the Water Mansion is about to erge, Young Master should preserve your strength and not be distracted by such trifles.”
“Hmpf, Elder Yang speaks reasonably.”
The man in black, known as Zhao Jincheng, was a direct descent of the Three Extres Zhao Family, and at just thirty years old, he had successfully established his Foundation, making him a prominent figure among his Zhao peers, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been sent to Thousand Island Lake.
Every few hundred years, the Water Mansion beneath Thousand Island Lake would erge, and whenever this happened, countless Foundation Establishnt talents from all over the Red Cloud Spirit Domain would rush to Thousand Island Lake.
Ancient lore said that the Water Mansion was the legacy of ancient cultivators, not only containing innurable Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, but also legacy treasures left by the Water Mansion owner.
If not for the owner of the Water Mansion intentionally setting various special Prohibitions, restricting any existence above the Golden Core from entering, it would’ve long been stripped clean by the hordes of Nascent Soul and even Divinity Transformation experts.
The man in black stayed at the Lakeside Pavilion for less than half a day before the old man in a black robe suddenly burst into his sleeping quarters.
“Young Master, quickly co with .” The old man looked gravely towards his Young Master, speaking urgently.
Zhao Jincheng, seeing this, suddenly lost all drowsiness, imdiately stood up tall, asking, “Elder Yang, have you discovered sothing?”
The old man hurriedly replied, “Young Master, you’ll understand once you get there.”
Saying this, he turned to leave.
A curious Zhao Jincheng followed closely.
Before long, the two appeared above a vast area of the spirit field, golden light shimring below, spirit rice like trees, rice ears drooping, exuding a faint golden jade luster.
“What’s this…” Zhao Jincheng opened his spirit, sensing the unusually rich nature’s spiritual energy around, revealing a bit of shock.
“Third-tier! The spiritual energy concentration here rivals a Third-rank Spirit Vein. And the spirit rice in the field is extraordinary, it does not fall behind the family’s special Red Dragon Rice in the slightest.” The old man in black showed glittering eyes, speaking in a low and solemn tone.
“Let’s go check it out!”
Zhao Jincheng’s figure flashed, diving down quickly.
“No!” The old man’s face changed dramatically, hastily shouting, but it was too late.
Just as Zhao Jincheng got close within three ters of the spirit field, he felt an unimaginable force rising below, instantly blowing him away.
Fortunately, the one who set up the Barrier had no intention to harm, otherwise, this single move would’ve shattered Zhao Jincheng to pieces.
The old man in the black robe quickly stepped forward, swung his sleeve, and sent a stream of air to gently lift the Young Master, his face slightly relaxing.
“Young Master, this spirit field has already been set with a prohibition. It’s best not to forcibly intrude.”
Zhao Jincheng’s expression was stern, completely ignoring the old servant’s warning, as he flicked his right hand, sending several jade talismans shooting out like lightning.
The jade talismans flew into the air, clashing with the invisible prohibition and suddenly exploding into the most dazzling electric light.
Bang! Bang!
In an instant, hundreds of deep blue lightning bolts, as thick as a child’s arm, struck down fiercely.
In the sky, a streak of bright yellow light flashed and vanished, and over a hundred bolts of lightning were also instantly extinguished without a trace.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Jincheng’s expression changed slightly. He took a deep, long look at the spirit field before turning around without a word and leaving.
“Wait!…We’ll deal with it when Zhao Sheng returns!” The old man in the black robe watched the Young Master’s retreating figure, when suddenly, a steadfast and extraordinarily calm voice reached his ears.
…
The soul felt like mist, and darkness surged like a tide. It was unclear how much ti passed before one star after another erged from the depths of darkness, each flickering with uncertain light.
Zhao Sheng passed over a dim yellow “star,” his spirit transford into a thread, gradually connecting with a “small star” of very faint brightness.
This star was resplendent and colorful beyond the limits of human imagination; only by truly touching it could one perceive its “brilliance.”
“It’s you!” Zhao Sheng’s heart surged with emotion, and his intent quickly locked onto this “brilliant” star, his figure suddenly vanishing without a trace from the Earth Fire Room.
The world spun, and light and darkness abruptly shifted!
As Zhao Sheng steadied himself and opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by towering peaks, with clouds and mist covering the sky.
He stood in the middle of a mountain range in a small valley where not a single blade of grass grew, the ground appearing translucent as if glazed, with traces of intense burning everywhere.
Looking around, figure after figure sat cross-legged, all gazing in one direction, their expressions srized and absorbed.
Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a straight and smooth glazed jade embedded in a cliff.
This jade, over ten feet in both length and width, was as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting the faces of everyone facing it.
When his gaze fell upon the glazed jade, Zhao Sheng felt an inexplicable stirring in his heart, his attention instantly drawn to it, as countless flashes of light surged forth like a spring.
Simultaneously, an indifferent and aged voice suddenly echoed in his mind: “…The way of cultivation is rooted in the Daoist Body, evident in the Five Elents, unifying the form and spirit. The Five Elents—Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth—are the pivots of Daoist energy, internalized within oneself, bridging heaven and earth, nurturing form and spirit to command the five directions… Emphasize unity as the core, harmony as the foundation, rging the intricate interactions of the Five Elents, aligning with the Daoist principle of tranquility and clarity…”
In a flash, Zhao Sheng seed to forget everything, unconsciously sitting cross-legged, his expression entranced as he gazed at the glazed jade.
As ancient Dao patterns gradually erged on the jade, Zhao Sheng forgot ti, forgot himself, forgot his location, imrsing his spirit entirely in the boundless “Dao sound” of heaven and earth.
…
Unclear how much ti passed, as the Dao sound gradually faded, Zhao Sheng slowly awoke from his trance.
As he opened his eyes, the walls were snowy white, the surroundings filled with intense heat, saturating the air.
Zhao Sheng scanned the room, realizing he had returned to the Earth Fire Room.
Hmm?
At that mont, an expression of shock appeared on his face, as he felt a torrent of the purest nature’s spiritual energy inexplicably flooding through his entire body.
Zhao Sheng quickly used a mysterious skill to guide the flood of spiritual energy into his Core Energy Sea, then refined it into Golden Core True Essence.
An hour later, the torrent of spiritual energy abruptly ceased, and his cultivation had climbed from the Golden Core First Layer to the late-stage Golden Core Second Level, nearly reaching the threshold of the Third Level.
But…
A trace of doubt appeared on Zhao Sheng’s face as he couldn’t help but think to himself, “When did I go to the Burial Immortal Ruins? Why can’t I rember at all? Could it be…”
As if thinking of sothing, he gathered his spirit, suddenly arriving at the Purple Mansion Space, quietly gazing down at the Endless Soul Sea, gently summoning, “Co forth, Hundred Generations Book!”
The mont the thought arose, a jade book erged from the depths of the Soul Sea.
The book flipped open, turning continuously through eight pages until it stopped at the ninth page.
As his thought settled, countless vividly detailed moving scenes inexplicably erged from the blank page.
So, that’s how it is!
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