Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

"Oh right, I suddenly remembered that you can't use this for now. You need to raise your cultivation level again to reach the Life and Death Realm before you can absorb it. With your current level, I guess it's impossible." Yang Ling's mind was buzzing. He couldn't use this thing yet, so why was he in such a hurry to get it? Besides, he could have come to get it later; there was no rush.

"You don't think I'm trying to scam you, do you?" the man asked, his lips twitching slightly. He hadn't expected the man to know this wasn't a scam. So what was it?
"You really tricked me! This whole thing is clearly a trap!" Yang Ling had no choice but to put the thing away for the time being. After doing all that, he could sense that the people outside seemed to be watching a show, and they hadn't come in yet.

"There seems to be some movement inside, can you feel it?"

"I feel the same way, it seems like our people lost!"

"How could this be? We actually lost? No way!" They looked at each other in disbelief. Just now, they couldn't sense their leader's presence at all. The others knew that even if they went in now, it would be a dead end. Just as they hesitated, Yang Ling walked out from outside.

Those people who witnessed this scene were shocked by the aura emanating from the other party, even though they hadn't yet realized it. It turned out that this person had won.

Their leader was defeated by him, and those people dared not look him in the eye.

The atmosphere in the air instantly dropped to freezing point.

"Who is it? How did you do that?" They surrounded Yang Ling, their pupils wide, their expressions indescribable. Although their strengths were similar, Yang Ling instilled fear in them from the bottom of their hearts—a fear stemming from the suppression of his aura.

Yang Ling looked down at them from his high vantage point. He stood in mid-air, and these people still dared to stay here. He took action and dealt with them directly.

"Since you all enjoy watching the show so much, then you can stay here. Otherwise, it's not very interesting, is it?" They looked at Yang Ling's actions, seemingly not expecting him to be so ruthless.

At that moment, it was too late for them to escape, and they could only scatter in all directions.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The man suddenly opened his eyes. He looked around and was shocked to find that the things he had left behind had been destroyed. How could this be?
"Who on earth was able to take down my clone?" He still couldn't quite believe it.

What exactly is this for?
Can anyone tell him why?
In every corner of this other world, Yang Ling's name resounded like thunder. In their leisure time, people would always gather together to discuss this mysterious and powerful being, his heroic deeds and astonishing strength becoming the focus of everyone's fascination. However, Yang Ling seemed indifferent to all this praise; his mind was more focused on that mysterious and unpredictable magic stone.

The name "Magic Stone" itself is both alluring and dangerous. Its exterior appears ordinary, but within it lies boundless energy, like a bottomless abyss, constantly drawing people to explore and excavate. Yang Ling knew that this Magic Stone was of immeasurable value in enhancing his strength, but it could also bring unpredictable disasters.

One day, Yang Ling was engrossed in studying the magic stone in a secret chamber when suddenly a dark shadow flashed by, and a mysterious person silently appeared before him. The mysterious person sneered and said to Yang Ling, "You think you can control the power of the magic stone? How utterly naive."

Yang Ling looked up, staring coldly at the mysterious man, and replied, "I never intended to control it; I was merely exploring and learning. I understand the dangers of the magic stone, but I also know its value. As long as I use it wisely, it can become a powerful weapon in my hands."

The mysterious man laughed loudly upon hearing this: "A weapon? You're wrong, Yang Ling. The power of the magic stone far exceeds your imagination. It can make you stronger, or it can plunge you into an abyss of no return. I advise you to give up as soon as possible, or the consequences will be unimaginable."

Yang Ling smiled slightly and said firmly, "Thank you for your reminder, but I, Yang Ling, never give up easily. I am well aware of the dangers of the magic stone, but I also understand my mission. As long as I can master its power, I can better protect the people and things I cherish."

Looking into Yang Ling's resolute eyes, the mysterious man sighed, "Since you are so determined, I have nothing more to say. I only hope that you can harness the power of the magic stone, rather than be devoured by it." With that, the mysterious man transformed into a wisp of black smoke and vanished without a trace.

Yang Ling gazed in the direction the mysterious figure had disappeared, took a deep breath, and refocused his attention on the magic stone. He understood that his path was fraught with unknowns and dangers, but he also deeply understood his mission and responsibility. He firmly believed that as long as he was resolute and courageous enough, he would surely be able to master the power of the magic stone and use it to protect those he loved.

Time flies, and Yang Ling's research on the magic stone deepens. He gradually grasps some of the basic principles and methods of using the magic stone's power, but he also knows that he still has a long way to go. However, no matter what difficulties and challenges he encounters, he will not give up, because this is his mission, responsibility, and choice.

In Yang Ling's secluded and spacious room, the two sat facing each other, surrounded by soft spiritual light, adding to the mystery. The leader of the Dark Gate spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, as if carrying an ancient rhythm: "Yang Ling, the magic stone you possess is no ordinary thing."

Yang Ling frowned slightly, a strong sense of curiosity rising within him: "The beginning of another world? What kind of era was that?"

"That was an era where chaos and order intertwined," the leader of the Dark Gate slowly recounted. "The magic stone is a relic of that era. It witnessed the birth and changes of the other world, and also carried the will and power of countless powerful beings."

Yang Ling listened intently, a sense of awe for the magic stone welling up within him: "So, the power inside the magic stone must be unimaginably strong?"

The leader of the Dark Gate nodded: "That's right, the power of the magic stone is unfathomable. But more importantly, it is closely linked to your destiny."

"Connected to my fate?" Yang Ling's heart stirred. "What does this mean?"

"The magic stone has chosen you, Yang Ling." The leader of the Dark Gate's tone became solemn. "It sensed the special power within you and believed you were the right person to wield it. That's why it appeared by your side when you needed power the most."

Yang Ling remained silent for a moment, processing this shocking news. He had never imagined that he had such a wondrous connection with the magic stone.

"Then, how should I control this power?" Yang Ling looked up, his gaze fixed firmly on the leader of the Dark Gate.

The leader of the Dark Gate smiled slightly: "Controlling the power of the magic stone is not easy; it requires extremely high comprehension and unwavering will. But as long as you wholeheartedly feel and understand it, the magic stone will become your greatest aid on your cultivation path." Yang Ling nodded, his heart filled with anticipation and confidence. He knew he bore a heavy responsibility and was clear about his mission and duties. He believed that with the help of the magic stone, he would definitely go further and become stronger.

As the conversation deepened, Yang Ling's understanding of the magic stone grew more profound. He gradually sensed the immense power within the magic stone and became aware of the mysterious connection between himself and it. He knew this was a crucial turning point on his cultivation path and a new beginning for his destiny.

Through the Dark Gate leader's narration, Yang Ling seemed to see a whole new world opening its doors to him. He looked forward to the challenges and opportunities ahead, and also to writing his own legendary chapter with the help of the magic stone.

As time went by, guided by the parchment scroll, Yang Ling began his initial attempts to resonate with the magic stone. He knew this was a path full of unknowns and dangers, but his inner desire for power and curiosity about the mysteries of the magic stone drove him to embark on this path of cultivation without hesitation.

With the assistance of the Evil Cloud Saint, Yang Ling set up numerous security measures. These measures acted as a solid barrier, protecting him from unexpected disturbances during his cultivation. The Evil Cloud Saint stood by, his eyes revealing concern and expectation for Yang Ling.

"Yang Ling, are you ready?" the Evil Cloud Saint asked softly, his voice echoing in the cultivation space, carrying a sense of remoteness and mystery.

Yang Ling took a deep breath and nodded: "I'm ready. Let's begin."

Saint Xieyun nodded slightly and then activated the security measures. In an instant, the entire cultivation space was enveloped in a soft light, as if isolated from the outside world.

Yang Ling closed his eyes and gently touched the magic stone with both hands. He could feel the rough, cold texture of the stone's surface and the immense power it contained. Following the instructions on the parchment scroll, he began to try to connect his consciousness with the magic stone.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Yang Ling's consciousness explored the darkness, searching for an opportunity to resonate with the magic stone. Suddenly, he felt an incomparably powerful force surge from the magic stone, like a raging river, instantly filling the entire cultivation space.

The force was so powerful that Yang Ling's consciousness was instantly overwhelmed. He felt as if he were in a boundless ocean of power, surrounded by immense and violent energy.

"This is... the power of the magic stone?" Yang Ling was surprised to find that his consciousness seemed to have formed a strange connection with this power. He could feel every fluctuation and every subtle change in this power.

"Yang Ling, you've done very well." The voice of the Evil Cloud Saint rang in Yang Ling's ears. "You have successfully resonated with the magic stone. Now, you need to learn how to control this power and make it a part of you."

Yang Ling nodded, his heart filled with joy and anticipation. He knew he had taken the first step in resonating with the magic stone, and although the road ahead was full of unknowns and challenges, he was confident he could continue.

In the days that followed, Yang Ling continued to delve deeper into the path of resonance with the magic stone. Under the guidance of the Evil Cloud Saint, he constantly broke through his own limits, gradually mastering the method of wielding the power of the magic stone. His strength also increased rapidly in the process, making him a highly regarded figure in the other world.

Under the careful guidance of the Evil Cloud Saint, Yang Ling gradually grasped the mysteries of resonating with the power of the demonic stone. Each time he immersed himself in cultivation, he could deeply feel that boundless power surging within his body, like a wild torrent, full of destructive power yet containing endless creativity. His strength also steadily improved through this constant tempering and refinement.

Besides the increase in power, Yang Ling also gained a deeper understanding of the magic stone itself. He gradually discovered that the magic stone was not merely a vessel for power; it also contained boundless wisdom and memories. These memories were like a sealed history, waiting for a destined person to unveil their secrets.

On this day, Yang Ling once again entered a state of deep resonance. His consciousness roamed in the ocean of magic stone power, when suddenly, a strong attraction drew him to an unknown corner.

A vast starry sky appeared before Yang Ling, the boundless universe unfolding before him as if to devour him. Within this starry sky, a figure was fiercely battling countless enemies. That figure was tall and mighty, each strike accompanied by the falling of stars and the tremors of space.

Yang Ling watched this scene in shock, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him. He could almost feel the loneliness and power of that figure, and also sense his fearlessness and determination in the face of his enemy.

"Whose memories are these...?" Yang Ling murmured to himself.

Just then, the figure suddenly turned around and looked in Yang Ling's direction. His eyes shone with starlight, as if they could see through all emptiness.

"Who are you?" The voice of the figure rang in Yang Ling's mind, as shocking as thunder.

Yang Ling was taken aback for a moment, then replied, "I am Yang Ling, and who are you?"

"I am the former owner of the magic stone," the figure said slowly. "This starry sky was my battlefield. These enemies were my former opponents."

Yang Ling was startled, never expecting that he had actually unlocked the memories of the previous owner within the magic stone. He couldn't help but ask, "Why did you leave this memory in the magic stone?"

"I am waiting for someone who can inherit my power," the figure said. "Since you have been able to unlock this memory, it means you have already grasped the power of the magic stone. I hope you can continue to cultivate and carry forward this power."

Yang Ling was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "I will." He knew that this was the agreement between him and the former owner of the magic stone, and also the heavy responsibility he shouldered. He believed that in the near future, he would definitely become the most powerful being under this starry sky.

As Yang Ling's resonance with the Demon Stone deepened, he and the Evil Cloud Saint decided to shift their research focus to the mysterious memories within the Demon Stone. They believed that these memories not only contained the past of the Demon Stone's previous owner but might also reveal deeper secrets of the Demon Stone.

With the assistance of the Evil Cloud Saint, Yang Ling began cautiously exploring these memories. Each step felt like a journey through time, placing him in a completely unfamiliar world. These memories were filled with battles, glory, betrayal, and sacrifice; every scene deeply moved Yang Ling. (End of Chapter)