dmims Chapter 8 The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron and the Holy Son
Chapter 8 The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron and the Holy Son
[Disciple, Proficiency +1]
[Disciple, Proficiency +1]
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Deep within Yuan Qingsu's mind space, a wisp of clear light, drawn out from the Gate of Ten Thousand Gates, was imprinted on his soul, transforming into an extremely subtle "gate"-shaped mark.
As his proficiency increases, the Sequence 1 profession "Disciple" brings him closer to the [Disciple].
Once his proficiency reaches 100%, Yuan Qingsu will be able to advance to Sequence 2, at which point he can hold the second-stage ceremony.
The progress of the ceremony is directly linked to the career path.
Without career advancement, he can only gain superficial knowledge no matter which door he opens.
During this process, using this mark as a gateway, a portion of the treasure hidden deep within the human body by Yuan Qingsu was initially opened. Under his inner vision, he could vaguely see an "inner world" within the human body through the gateway.
This inner world connects to the secret realm within the skull above and the secret realm of the Wheel of Life below, and is interconnected with a portion of the portal of the "Wheel of Life" in the Sea of Suffering, thus stimulating a wisp of death energy inherent in the human body.
The primordial death of darkness.
This wisp of death energy absorbed the death energy drawn from the dozen or so corpses, and combined with the crystalline primordial spirit power. Behind the gate-shaped mark, in a hazy, deep inner world, it converged and gave rise to one innate rune after another.
These crystalline, pure black runes combine to form a broken divine chain, yet it contains a mysterious and unpredictable power.
boom!
The broken divine chain trembled slightly, and wisps of slender yet resilient death energy surged wildly, causing a commotion like a tsunami in Yuan Qingsu's heart sea. His consciousness became blurred, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on his soul shell from the inside out, like a delicate porcelain piece about to shatter.
This power is far too dangerous!
Although the amount of death energy released is small, it is extremely pure. If not handled properly, it can cause one's soul to be scattered and one's body to perish forever.
After all, how can a living person with flesh and blood freely control death and exhale the death energy that only grows in a corpse?
Whether it was the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, the creator of the Secret Realm Technique, or Ye Tiandi, the protagonist of this era, they only attempted to come into contact with this kind of human body's original power when they reached a certain level and their own cultivation was sufficient to suppress all kinds of accidents.
Even so, their experience was still like walking a tightrope.
Life and death are two more extreme and opposing concepts than yin and yang.
The ritual of the "Gate" allows Yuan Qingsu to possess both of these powers simultaneously.
Without creating new methods or developing entirely new cultivation systems, the fundamental mysteries of the human body were partially revealed to him through such simple acts of killing and breathing.
The drops of pure life essence transformed from the Divine Spring of Life poured onto Yuan Qingsu's Wheel of Life, neutralizing the excess death energy that he could not yet control. After the Divine Consciousness Fruit dissolved, it transformed into a surging golden wave that swept over his cracked soul shell, healing all the fissures.
It looked like it had been carefully calculated.
In that short period of time, the excess death energy in his body was completely neutralized, and after all the cracks in his soul shell disappeared, the Spring of Life and the Fruit of Divine Consciousness were also completely consumed.
Splash...
The incomplete, pure black divine chain swayed deep within Yuan Qingsu's mind, making his crystal-clear, black gem-like eyes even more profound and pitch-black, as if connected to two black holes, capable of captivating all things, and possessing an increasingly demonic quality in his gaze.
"Senior Brother Yuan..."
Weiwei gently called out to him, gesturing for him to look at Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and the others not far away, as well as the corpses scattered all over the ground. She frowned and said, "That Wu Guang sounds like a core disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect, almost comparable to our Holy Son. If word gets out that he has died here, it will cause quite a stir."
Are you scared?
"I am indeed a little worried." Weiwei nodded and spoke frankly, "I come from an ordinary background and have no one to protect me. The Yin Yang Sect is a powerful force, and if they want to pursue this matter, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it."
"Don't worry too much, I can assure you... the news will definitely get out."
Yuan Qingsu said leisurely, after all, in this world full of ordinary old ancestors, secrets are almost non-existent. "But there is no need to worry too much. First of all, his so-called comparison with the Holy Son of Yao Guang is actually a joke. He has no idea how far that guy has gone. He really thinks that he is about the same as the other party after cultivating to the fifth level of the Dao Palace Secret Realm."
At this point, he couldn't help but think of the original owner of this body, and shook his head, saying, "Judging from this point alone, he is far from being a direct descendant of a so-called great sect. Besides, do you really think the Yao Guang Holy Land is a pushover? If its disciples are bullied to the point of being unable to fight back, and then cannot be protected after fighting back, what use is such a holy land? The people's hearts have long since scattered..."
"You're still young and don't know that forces with ultimate weapons and those without are completely different worlds. The Yin Yang Sect, including their leader, would never dare to come to the Holy Land to demand people back, otherwise they would only bring shame upon themselves."
As he spoke, he walked to Wu Guang's body, squatted down, and began to examine it. Starting with his Sea of Wheels Secret Realm, he took out a Qiankun Bag. The palm-sized bag contained a space the size of a mountain. When opened, a dazzling light immediately shot out, illuminating Yuan Qingsu's hands and face.
The crystal-clear stones, like piles of rhinestones, weighed over 800 kilograms.
In addition, there was a renowned Yin-Yang Nourishing Pill, a sacred medicine prepared specifically for virgin boys by the Yin-Yang Sect to strengthen their foundation and nourish their bodies, as well as Wu Guangxin's beloved pair of black and white swords.
The spoils were decent.
Indeed, this method is the fastest way to obtain resources.
Yuan Qingsu re-tied the pocket of the Qiankun Bag, put it in her bosom, and planned to refine it all in private.
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Deep within the Yao Guang Sacred Land, in the southern part of the Eastern Wilderness, lies a place of ever-changing beauty.
A massive four-legged cauldron was enshrined in the center of the altar. As the cauldron absorbed and exhaled the essence of heaven and earth, ripples spread out from it, lingering on the altar.
Those were circles upon circles of mysterious dragon patterns, like black dragons coiling around here, their tranquility concealing a power that made all living beings tremble – the power of the supreme.
The [Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron], which carries this level of power, is hailed as the greatest miracle in the world.
The saints of Yaoguang Holy Land have devoted their hearts and souls to this cause, and all their disciples have poured their lives into it, remaining steadfast and devout, as if they were facing a deity. For fifty thousand years, they have kowtowed, prayed, and worshipped, finally transforming it into an ultimate weapon on a stormy night.
The cauldron faintly emitted dragon roars, and in the distance, one could see large dragons rolling within it. Every scale gleamed with a cold light, and their slender bodies were filled with explosive power. They were coiled within it, numbering in the hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands.
It is precisely because of this that Yao Guang has remained undying for hundreds of thousands of years, distinguishing itself from ordinary holy regions and standing alongside ancient families and immortal dynasties, possessing a foundation unimaginable to the world.
Beneath this cauldron, a radiant young man sat quietly, his aura mingling with the ripples emanating from the dragon-patterned black-gold cauldron, almost indistinguishable from it, and dragon-shaped rays of light danced around his body.
It was none other than the Holy Son of Yaoguang, who was showing signs of becoming the number one young talent of the Eastern Wilderness.
Training alongside ultimate weapons is his uniquely privileged daily routine.
From the age of five until now, I don't know how many days and nights have passed.
What outsiders see is only the tip of the iceberg of Yao Guang's strength.