Could this be the corpse of the East Lord?
Everyone was filled with excitent. This was an ancient deity, after all.
Judging by the murals, it seed the East Lord had been slain by the Evil God Dafeng in battle.
The corpse had not decayed for a thousand years.
Who would have thought that such a thing was hidden beneath Yunng Mountain?
Forget about the East Lord’s legacy—just that jade carriage itself was a treasure trove for them.
Amid the excitent, soone began harboring murderous intent!
Lei Yun, holding the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order, suddenly aid it at his junior brother.
Boom!
A Divine Thunder struck down from the sky.
"Senior Brother... you!"
Lei Xiao never expected his senior brother would strike against him!
The Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order hit Lei Xiao directly.
Half of Lei Xiao’s body turned into charred remains.
"Junior Brother, don’t bla . The stakes are just too high!"
Hardening his heart, Lei Yun unleashed a relentless barrage of lightning.
Lei Xiao died on the spot, and the others who tried to flee were reduced to ashes.
After it was over, Lei Yun had completely descended into madness.
His blood-red eyes were locked onto the carriage and the corpse. He could already envision himself inheriting the East Lord’s mantle, becoming the Sun God, roaming the world atop the carriage, and attaining immortality.
He approached the East Lord’s corpse step by step.
At that mont, the East Lord suddenly opened his eyes.
"You! What demon are you?"
Lei Yun was so terrified his soul nearly fled his body; he hastily raised the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order.
Boom!
To his astonishnt, the lightning struck him instead.
The East Lord sneered and said, "Using my artifact to kill ? Who sent you? Where is Emperor Huang?"
Song Lin appeared, using a large hand seal to bind Lei Yun tightly.
"East Lord, spare !"
Lei Yun, initially defiant, surrendered as his bones crackled and over half of them were broken.
"Good. I ask, and you answer." Song Lin glanced at his own attire, as though recalling sothing, and asked, "What year and month is it now?"
"The eighth year of Qi State’s Kaixuan. As for Emperor Huang, the one you ntioned, he died nearly fifteen hundred years ago."
"Fifteen hundred years..."
Song Lin murmured to himself, his expression dazed. It had only been forty years within the array, yet fifteen hundred years had passed in the outside world.
People he once knew had turned to dust with the passage of ti.
But wait—what about Dafeng and the others? Where had they gone?
After so questioning, he found Lei Yun didn’t even know who Dafeng was.
Could those Evil Gods have hidden themselves?
Song Lin had assud that after over a thousand years, the world would have been devastated by the Evil Gods.
"Tell about the state of the world."
Lei Yun didn’t dare hide anything and candidly described the current world structure.
Nowadays, there were many cultivation sects in the world.
So powerful cultivators could even brave heavenly tribulations to ascend to the Upper Realm and attain immortality.
Song Lin froze at the revelation.
He realized that these sects had all been influenced by him in so way.
It seed they had stumbled upon his magic artifacts and inheritances. Not only that, but they had actually managed to cultivate the cultivation techniques he had created.
Terrified out of his wits, Lei Yun, swayed by Song Lin’s assurance as the East Lord, believed him and divulged that he’d be released if he revealed the cultivation technique.
The core secret technique of the Ascension Sect was the "Taiji Thunder Escape True Technique." When cultivated to its peak, it allowed one to ascend amidst thunder and lightning.
However, the technique wasn’t particularly strong; it could only reach the Foundation Establishnt stage at best. As for ascension, it was likely a deception.
"Ha! Successors learn from , and I learn from them."
Song Lin laughed heartily, then delivered a palm strike that ended Lei Yun’s life.
Earlier, upon awakening in the wilderness, Song Lin had accidentally discovered this underground palace. Seeing people approach, he had pretended to be a corpse, only to witness an entertaining spectacle.
"It seems my enemies are not the only ones I need to worry about."
Inside the tomb, Song Lin flipped through the cultivation manuals.
The Ascension Sect had been traitors in ancient tis. They had coveted the East Lord’s treasures and conspired to overthrow the rule of Youxiong.
The Sect Master of the Ascension Sect had obtained the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order and a portion of the Thunder Skills, from which the Taiji True Technique was created.
This technique focused on single-target thunder spells and did not include the Refining Soldiers Skill.
It boasted various ordinary lightning techniques such as Palm Thunder, Punch Thunder, Sword Thunder, and Talismanic Thunder.
The technique wasn’t particularly powerful, but its abundance of variations was its strength.
At advanced stages, it could even summon Dragon Thunder?
"Interesting."
Dragon Thunder, one of the Five Thunders, was also called Water Bomb Thunder. It was primarily used to bring rain, alleviate droughts, ward off evil spirits, and summon winds and clouds.
Its destructive power couldn’t match Divine Thunder, but it had the additional utility of controlling weather.
This technique was a modification based on Thunder Skills and cultivation principles.
Furthermore, cultivation sects had developed thods to assess the aptitude of their disciples.
Cultivation required talent in Qi Refinent, but there were tens of thousands of types of essence and qi in the world.
If the essence absorbed didn’t align with one’s physique, their path would beco more arduous.
Thus, they divided spirit roots into five types: Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, each graded into upper, middle, and lower ranks.
Song Lin used a spell to test himself, discovering he possessed all five elents, each of top-grade quality.
"Ha! Looks like I’m a genius!"
Song Lin chuckled.
"Now, let’s cultivate in the mountains. I can reclaim my treasures later."
At the mont, Song Lin was only at the Third Level of Nourishing Yuan, still far from Foundation Establishnt and Core Formation.
The original Innate Five Thunders General Capture True Technique was already obscure and difficult to understand. After a thousand years of study by these sects, it had been neatly simplified for him to take advantage of.
These Thunder Skills could even be applied practically to enhance the strength of current disciples.
In a dim mountain cave.
The last descendant of Yunng Mountain, nglian, was unconscious. In her dazed state, she seed to sense soone approaching.
After an unknown amount of ti, nglian opened her eyes. The surroundings resembled a room.
She was so startled that she imdiately sat up, forming hand seals instinctively.
She realized her injuries had greatly improved.
How was that possible? So of her wounds were simply irreparable—could this have been the work of a master from Xuanhu Mountain?
With this thought, nglian stepped outside. This place seed to be located on a mountain.
Not far away stood a grand hall.
The hall was enshrouded in smoke and filled with an exotic fragrance.
A young man stood with his back to her.
"You’re awake?"
nglian bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life. Are you a master from Xuanhu Mountain?"
"What’s Xuanhu Mountain?"
Song Lin turned around, and nglian was taken aback by his youth and ignorance of Xuanhu Mountain.
This place was renowned as the foremost sect in alchemy.
The sect’s Grandmaster had been taught by the ancient East Lord himself, known as Master Siyao, whose mastery of the Alchemy Dao was unparalleled.
Hearing the words "Grandmaster Siyao," Song Lin recalled the snot-nosed dicine gathering boy from back then. "Siyao? You an that dicine gathering boy? Is that brat still alive?"
nglian thought to herself how arrogant this man was, calling Xuanhu Mountain’s Grandmaster a re dicine gathering boy. Did he think he was the East Lord himself?
Still, out of gratitude for saving her life, nglian refrained from retorting.
"Grandmaster Siyao passed away two hundred years ago."
"I see. Your cultivation hasn’t recovered. From now on, stay by my side as a maidservant."
"What! How can you exploit your kindness to demand repaynt?" nglian fud.
"What? Did you think my pills were free? Just because you’re a woman, you don’t need to pay for treatnt?"
Song Lin’s rapid-fire questions left nglian speechless.
"Three years will suffice; it’s not even that long."
With that, Song Lin tossed out his statent and resud alchemy.
By the next morning, as the sun rose and cast its radiant glow across the land, nglian stood at the mountain’s edge, performing breath exercises and absorbing the essence of the sun.
When she finished, she bowed respectfully to the rising sun.
"What kind of cultivation technique is this?" Song Lin asked curiously, noticing her worship of the sun.
"This is the Sun Worshiping Technique. Each ti we finish cultivating, we must give thanks to the Yang God East Lord, who protects us from the Immortal Realm."
"Ha! Worship him? You’d be better off spending more ti cultivating." Song Lin laughed.
Frowning, nglian rebuked, "The divine is always watching from above. Be careful, or the East Lord will punish you."
"Fine, fine, no more talking."
The early days of the new Undying Pill World.
In one day, Song Lin broke through three levels.
Above the mountain peak, golden light radiated for thousands of feet.
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