"One sword passes to seven friends, inheritance granted to those with destiny, haha... exhilarating, truly exhilarating..."
Zhong Shenxiu, unrestrained, poured another jug of Spiritual Wine, laughing heartily.
In each of the flying swords, he had implanted a yet unrefined Primordial Spirit thod, naturally, accompanied by a divine thought restriction.
These seven flying swords were thus seven opportunities.
However, with opportunity ca greater danger.
"After all...even Yi Tianchou with his half-heroic destiny, I’m not sure whether he could cultivate the Three Corpses Primordial Spirit. That’s why I need to find more samples..."
"As for the Yin God Achievent thod, a path with less risk, since soone has already succeeded, Ancestor no longer grants it..."
"And within each Xuanpo Cold Light Sword, I have made arrangents that subtly monitor those cultivators, acquiring the latest cultivation data feedback..."
"After all, a flying sword of excellent quality, once obtained by a cultivator, wouldn’t just be thrown away, would it?"
As for the flying swords being robbed or contested, Zhong Shenxiu didn’t care.
After all, with the divine thought restriction in place, the inheritance was a one-ti deal.
In the end, no matter who got it, they were his test subjects and lab rats.
"An inheritance? Could it be that Ancestor Shenxiu has hidden so spells within the flying swords?"
The Sect Leader of the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect asked with a sly smile, "Fellow Daoist’s inheritance isn’t the Outer Elixir thod? Could it be that the Outer Elixir thod contains so profound mysteries?"
If he knew what Zhong Shenxiu had hidden in the flying swords, he’d probably have already rushed up in a frenzy to kill and seize the treasure.
Compared to the Primordial Spirit Path, what are esteed schools, what is a Sect Leader’s deanor? All bullshit!
Alas, this Sect Leader truly had no clue!
He thought, at most, Zhong Shenxiu had hidden so exquisite Qi Refining Mantras or so secrets about the Outer Elixir thod.
At most, allowing the Outer Elixir to ascend one or two ranks.
With his status, having already achieved Core Formation, he wouldn’t lose face over this.
Years later, whenever this Sect Leader thought of this matter, he would beat his chest and stomp his feet, nearly wailing in regret.
"This is sothing that need not be discussed with outsiders."
Zhong Shenxiu laughed, deftly moving past the subject.
According to the responses from his secret maneuvers, other than Fu Yunzi, whom he had chosen, the rest who received the swords were mostly Loose Cultivators.
The sole disciple from a major sect was from the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect, considered a repaynt for the previous materials and venue karma.
Those Loose Cultivators, having condensed an outer elixir, changed their expressions drastically upon receiving the flying swords. So turned around and transford into streaks of light, fleeing as if for their lives.
Other cultivators mostly thought they feared others seizing the flying swords and didn’t take it to heart.
Indeed, a few sneaky thief cultivators followed after them.
’After so ti, there will likely be soone indiscreet enough to leak this news... But my arrangent is almost complete. By then, I’ll just find a place to hide and wait a hundred years before checking the results...’
Zhong Shenxiu thought to himself, "But my samples are still insufficient... Perhaps I should create a few more one-ti inheritances, making up forty-nine in total, then leave behind a treasure map or a cryptic song. Who knows, it might even incite a huge upheaval in the Cultivation World, where they’d fight to the death for it..."
The Sect Leader of the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect, suppressing the faint feeling of loss, forced a smile and said, "Shenxiu, you’ve bestowed the flying swords. Master Ouyang Zi, what do you plan to do?"
Ouyang Zi smiled and said, "I intend to present three riddles. Whoever can answer them will receive a Green Rainbow Sword as a prize!"
As he spoke, his gaze drifted towards Xuan Du Daoist, Cui Yingxiu, Carefree Demon, Little Divine Monk, and others.
Clearly, he aid to establish a good relationship with these disciples of the Five Extres.
Not everyone, like Zhong Shenxiu, regarded the Heavenly Mountain Sword Sect as nothing.
The Five Extres have, after all, suppressed this part of the Cultivation World for hundreds of thousands of years and still stand unshakably tall!
Their influence on the cultivators of this world is incomparable!
Zhong Shenxiu lay reclining in his seat, smiling as he watched this unfold, his eyes deep, as if seeing through Hundred Refinent Peak and directly into the deeper underground.
...
In the fires of the Ancient Earth Lungs.
The refining of the Spirit Treasure Wanxiang Palace had reached its final mont.
Cultivators from the six major sects, all Returning Elixir Old Monsters, unleashed their majestic mana, flooding into the Wanxiang Palace.
The pavilions and towers suddenly beca more substantial as if all magical treasures and restrictions had rged into one.
"Wanxiang Palace truly is profound, such ability to encompass myriad treasures and the ever-changing Ruyi Divine Restriction, indeed unprecedented!"
The Hua Qi Old Monster exclaid, "It is said that this thod was inspired by our ancestor from the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect, who after observing our sect’s Ten Thousand Qi Returning to the Origin Technique..."
"Hua Qi Old Monster, stop blowing your own trumpet." Old Immor Xing Luo cried out, "Yang, how are things on your end?"
"Good, we have finally reached the last step!"
Yang Baixuan laughed heartily.
The mana from the six high-level Returning Elixir Old Monsters could turn the heavens and the earth upside down.
Even the nine ancient Earth Lungs Poison Fire Dragon Veins were forcibly captured and sealed, turned into dragon patterns on the walls of the Wanxiang Palace.
The entire Wanxiang Palace was now resplendent and blended into one primal unity.
Only the plaque in the very front remained blank.
"I too have awaited this mont for a long ti."
Zhuge Wufeng stepped forward.
His clothes were ragged, his hair singed, clearly showing he too had sustained so damage while subduing the Ancient Earth Lungs Poison Fire Dragon Veins.
But at this mont, the divine light in his eyes was even more concentrated, reaching so kind of peak in his life!
"The Wanxiang Palace has reached the final step, we can begin capturing the spirit."
Yang Baixuan stepped aside, bowing in respect.
"Farewell, Ancestor!"
The rest—Old Immor Xing Luo, Hua Qi Old Monster, Divine Talisman Venerable, Ancestor Wan Hun—also bowed in reverence.
Their bow was not only to pay respects to those ancestors who paved the way for the Primordial Spirits but also to reaffirm their own convictions!
The Ancient Spiritual Treasure must be refined!
Zhuge Wufeng showed no emotion as he took each step forward.
But with the first step, his physical body began to disintegrate.
Streaks of blood spread, incessantly staining the very divine light of the Wanxiang Palace itself.
Even his Divine Soul endured the excruciating pain as if being lacerated by thousands of blades.
It seed as if the Wanxiang Palace was resisting the intrusion of the Divine Soul, only willing to accept that purest essence of the True Spirit.
A corner of Zhuge Wufeng’s mouth twitched seemingly, and an ancient, desolate song began to emanate:
"The soul has nowhere to attach..."
It was a ballad composed by an ancient cultivator after the chaos of the heavenly changes, who in utter despair over the severed path of the Primordial Spirits...
It was said to be the Heavenly Demon Secret Sound, capable of invoking one’s Heart Demon!
But clearly, Zhuge had modified the song, and towards the second half, the lody abruptly changed.
From desolation, sorrow, and despair... it turned into a surge of inspiring will.
"...and now the later generations will once again slash through thorns, with my blood I’ll splash upon the myriad forms!"
After chanting the last line, Zhuge Wufeng’s body completely disintegrated, his Divine Soul dissipated, turning into a blood-red rainbow, breaking through the resistance of the Wanxiang Palace.
Drops of crimson blood fell upon the plaque of the Wanxiang Palace.
The blank plaque suddenly revealed several ancient seal characters.
As if vaguely forming—the Wanxiang Palace!
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