Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

I saw bursts of red clouds in the main hall that was tens of feet wide. More than a dozen fire pillars stood upright around the main hall, with strips of red dragon statues coiled on them, lifelike, with streams of red clouds spurting out from the dragon's head. , condensed but not scattered, covering a giant tripod in the middle of the hall.

This tripod is sixty or seven meters high and has a simple and ancient style. Compared with most of the tripods Yang Qian had seen before, it can be considered a huge thing.

But what is even more surprising is that this object has been calcined by the red glow and its entire body has become red. Its original color can no longer be seen. The scorching heat radiating from its surface is so intense that even if one is twenty or thirty feet away, one still feels as if one is in a volcano.

After entering the hall, Yang Qian not only felt dry mouth and tongue, but also a tingling and burning sensation on his exposed skin. Fortunately, the protective aura automatically formed a purple misty light shield, isolating him from the terrifying high temperature.

If Yang Qian had not had profound magical powers, if he were an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, he would probably have suffered a great loss the moment he entered this hall.

However, when faced with this situation, Yang Qian was not angry but happy. He swept his eyes over the pillars of fire and then fell on the giant tripod.

At this time, the tripod was motionless in the middle of the hall, but bursts of thundering sounds came from the tripod.

From the perspective of refining equipment, in this situation, there should be something being refined in the cauldron.

“That’s definitely it!”

Thinking so in his heart, Yang Qian smiled even more. He exhaled, dodged the gusts of red clouds, and after a few nimble moves, he walked calmly towards the giant tripod.

When he was about six or seven feet away from the cauldron, Yang Qian slowed down his pace. At the same time, his spiritual sense sensed the amazing fire spiritual power contained in the surface of the giant cauldron, and he slowly circled around it.

After so many tens of thousands of years of training, the power of the Taiyin True Fire must be extraordinary. Even if Yang Qian was very curious, he would not rashly open it.

After seven or eight circles, Yang Qian stopped and began to look thoughtfully at the rest of the hall.

After so many years, these pillars of fire and giant tripods are still functioning. There must be some magic circle nearby that has been activated for years.

What he had to do was to find the control center of the magic circle and destroy it, so as to temporarily stop the surrounding fire pillars before he could take the treasure.

Because this magic circle is just a controlling restriction, there is no disguise or hiding at all.

A moment later, his pupils flashed blue, and he suddenly stared at an inconspicuous corner of the hall, with a slight smile on his lips.

Yang Qian no longer paid attention to the giant tripod. He raised his hand and a golden light about a meter long spurted out from the palm of his hand and hit the ground somewhere in the corner.

With a loud "bang", this corner exploded in a ball of golden light. Dozens of fire pillars flashed, and the red glow spewing from the dragon's head stopped abruptly at the same time.

After the golden light disappeared, a large pit about ten feet in diameter appeared there.

There were some broken pieces of formation debris scattered around the pit, and a small golden sword several inches in size was floating leisurely above the pit.

The attack from the flying sword actually turned a formation plate buried there into nothing.

A medium-sized magic circle that was controlled by this and spread throughout the basement of the hall naturally stopped working immediately.

Yang Qian smiled slightly and waved towards the distance.

The flying sword whistled, flew back, circled, and disappeared into the sleeve.

Without the replenishment of the fire column at this time, the red glow on the giant tripod finally gradually dissipated.

But Yang Qian did not pay attention to the giant tripod immediately. Instead, he lowered his head and stared at the ground. There was a flash of blue light in his eyes, and a look of surprise appeared.

Without the concealment of the magic array, he discovered that the ground dozens of feet deep was all red, and the entire hall was actually built on a top-grade fire pool.

No wonder the surrounding fire pillars can continuously provide long-lasting flames.

Yang Qian touched his chin, then retracted his gaze and looked at the giant cauldron with his spiritual eyes, trying to see through the Taiyin True Fire in the cauldron.
As a result, he was stunned again.

Because what he saw was also a hazy fire, which seemed to be much redder than the previous pool of earth fire. Before he could see the appearance of the Taiyin True Fire clearly, the cauldron suddenly made a buzzing sound as if it had spiritual power, and then with a "puff", a layer of red flame emerged and wrapped the cauldron again.

Yang Qian opened his mouth slightly, his face full of astonishment, but after blinking and sensing it for a moment, an expression of surprise appeared on his face.

This majestic fire spirit power is not weaker than the sun's essence fire in the Hellfire!
Moreover, after so many years of tempering, the earth fire power absorbed by this cauldron has already become so pure to a terrifying level, allowing this cauldron to upgrade from an ordinary magic weapon to a rare treasure with fire attributes.

That's why he became so psychic.

This kind of thing of allowing a magical weapon to upgrade itself by infusing it with spiritual power of a certain attribute for a long time is not unheard of in the world of immortal cultivation, and the treasures obtained are also truly amazingly powerful, but such treasures are mostly formed by chance.

In the past, some immortal cultivation sects once used similar methods to try to refine some high-level treasures, but they all gave up the attempt soon.

Because this method is not only time-consuming, it would take thousands of years and several generations of monks, and the success rate is also pitifully low. Even if there is a success, the power of the treasure is only slightly improved, which is not worth the time and resources spent.

The cauldron in front of him was definitely not what the ancient cultivator wanted to use to upgrade his level. Instead, it was most likely the ancient cultivator who was in charge of the Spirit Transformation Hall at that time. He must have been unable to stop at the critical moment of refining something, but had to evacuate the mountain for some reason. He had no choice but to activate the magic array in the hall to refine the things in the cauldron himself.

Perhaps they still fantasize that they or their disciples will be able to come back and get this thing in the future.

However, this will only happen if this mountain has been sealed for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.

After all, even if they were ancient cultivators, no one would have nothing better to do than to use the earth's fire to refine something for more than tens of thousands of years. Otherwise, the cultivator in charge of the refining would die before the refining was completed.

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking in his mind based on the description in the original book. At the same time, the purple protective aura grew stronger on its own, resisting the scorching heat that was almost twice as high as before.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Qian suddenly slapped his waist with one hand, and then turned it over, and a stack of blue formation flags appeared in his hand.

Then his figure swayed rapidly in the hall, and the formation flags disappeared into every corner of the hall.

Then in a flash, Yang Qian returned to the giant cauldron. After looking at the object in front of him for a few more times, he chanted a spell and a layer of blue misty shield appeared in the hall, covering Yang Qian and the giant cauldron at the same time.

The originally scorching aura was suddenly restrained a lot under the stimulation of the water-attributed shield.

The next moment, Yang Qian snapped his fingers, and a flash of light appeared on the storage spirit ring. Snow crystal beads emitting a biting cold air shot out and slowly surrounded his body.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian nodded with satisfaction, then he rubbed his hands together, and a layer of purple flame suddenly appeared on one of his palms, and then he rudely grabbed the giant tripod in front of him.

A giant purple hand emerged above the giant cauldron, and then grabbed the lid of the cauldron without any hesitation.

The giant cauldron trembled slightly with a bang, and the red flame on the cauldron suddenly increased several times, and instantly condensed into a red firebird, spitting out red flames from its mouth and rushed towards the big hand.

A strange explosion sounded as soon as the two came into contact. As the red flames and purple light flashed and intertwined, the firebird actually resisted the purple hand for a moment, preventing it from suppressing it immediately.

Taiyin True Fire!

When Yang Qian saw this, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he let out a low cry without hesitation.

"disease!"

The snow crystal bead that was originally hovering around his body immediately made a humming sound, and streams of misty cold air rushed down from the crystal bead, covering the firebird and the fire cauldron underneath it at the same time.

At the same time, Yang Qian also raised his hand and pointed at the big hand formed by the Shura Holy Fire solemnly.

Under the influence of the spell, this hand suddenly grew several times larger, and with the coldness of the snow crystal bead, it was even more powerful. With the tremendous force of five fingers, it finally crushed the red firebird, and then the purple hand reached for the lid of the cauldron below without hesitation.

With a soft "clang" sound, the magical power of this cauldron must be more than this, but after all, it was a spiritual object and had no master to drive it, so Yang Qian easily knocked the lid of the cauldron several feet away, and a red light appeared inside.

Yang Qian was just about to take a closer look at what was in the cauldron when he suddenly heard an extremely unpleasant bird cry. Then a red light shot out from the cauldron and shot straight to the top of the hall. It was so fast that it actually passed through the cold air of the snow crystal beads.

After a "bang", the red light crashed into the blue light curtain. After a pause, the light curtain melted and decomposed, and it seemed like it was about to penetrate through it in an instant.

Yang Qian was slightly startled at first, but then he was overjoyed. There was no way he could let this thing really fly away.

Without thinking, Yang Qian flicked his ten fingers, and suddenly more than ten purple sword qi shot out one after another. After a flash, they hit the red light with incredible accuracy. After a series of crackling sounds, although the red light was not hit by the sword qi, its light dimmed a little every time it was hit. After more than ten sword qi hit it in turn, it became shaky.

The red light seemed to know that something was wrong, and it immediately trembled and was about to change direction and shoot out again.

But suddenly, a purple light flashed behind him, and a huge purple hand appeared out of thin air. It reached down like lightning and grabbed the red light in its hand.

Then the big hand flew straight down towards Yang Qian.

At this time, the giant cauldron with its lid opened seemed to have lost its power to resist. Not only did the thundering sound inside it stop, the flames on its surface also disappeared on their own. It was also directly frozen into a huge piece of crystal clear ice by the cold air from the snow crystal beads above its head.

However, Yang Qian didn't care about the condition of the tripod at this moment. His eyes were completely attracted by the thing he had just held in his hand.

"This is Taiyin True Fire!"

Yang Qian stared at this thing, thinking of Yin Yue who was slowly waking up, his heart moved, and he murmured with a gleam in his eyes.

"Master, what you said is correct. This thing is indeed the Taiyin True Fire, which is as famous as the Sun's Essence Fire. It is one of the three true spirit fires in the human world!" A pleasant voice that Yang Qian had not heard for a long time suddenly came from his consciousness.

"Yin Yue, are you awake?" Yang Qian smiled slightly when he heard this, but still asked calmly.

"Yes, I just woke up when the master just walked into the hall. The cultivation in the past few years can only make me wake up barely. I am afraid I can't help the master in other ways." Yin Yue said slowly.

"Your spiritual consciousness is not damaged, right?" Although according to the description in the original book, the impact on Yin Yue at this moment was relatively weak, Yang Qian still asked worriedly.

After years of getting along with each other, it was naturally impossible for Yang Qian to simply regard Yin Yue as a spirit of the weapon.

"It's okay, master! It's just that this time of sleep has allowed me to recover a small part of my memory, and I'm not quite used to it yet." Yin Yue replied with a forced smile.

"Recover some memory?" Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.

"Yes, I just feel that my past is very long ago, like another person. But I still can't recall most of the memories." Yin Yue sighed, seeming a little sad.

"It's always a good thing to remember some past events. Maybe as time goes by, you will eventually remember everything!" After a moment of silence, Yang Qian comforted in a light tone.

"Maybe." Yin Yue murmured in an inaudible voice.

"By the way, you said that this thing is actually the Taiyin True Fire? Could it be that you have encountered this thing in your memory?" Yang Qian changed the subject, raised his hand and pointed at the thing held by the other hand covered with purple flames, and asked in confusion.

I saw a small ball of red flame wrapped in the purple flame, constantly changing into various mini birds that rushed left and right, like a living thing, full of spirituality.

"My maid can't be wrong! This is indeed a ball of Yin Fire essence. As far as I remember, this ball of true fire is only the lowest level, otherwise it wouldn't have been hit by a few sword energies and suffered great spiritual damage. But fortunately, this is Taiyin True Fire and not Sun Essence Fire. Although it is also extremely Yin and cold, this fire has just been born not long ago, and its power is much lower than that of Shura Holy Fire. Otherwise, Shura Holy Fire would not be able to trap this fire. And if it is Sun Essence Fire, even the lowest level can break through Shura Holy Fire and escape at the cost of losing some original power. Master, wouldn't it take a lot of effort for you to subdue the Sun Essence Fire? But if this fire is cultivated to a high level, its power will definitely be above Shura Holy Fire in the future. Otherwise, it would not be as famous as the Sun Essence Fire and listed as one of the three great true spirit fires in the human world." Yin Yue explained to Yang Qian in detail.

"This fire is indeed extraordinary. One of the three true spiritual fires, right? It's the sun spirit fire that I encountered in the Hell of Fire!" Yang Qian stared at the spiritual fire in front of him and nodded slowly.

After all, this red ball only looked very spiritual, but it didn't really make him feel difficult to deal with. It was much easier than subduing the sun's fire.

"That's right! The three true spirit fires are what came to my mind naturally when I saw this fire. It seems that I know a lot of random things." Yin Yue laughed bitterly, and then said excitedly, "Master is really blessed! Two of the three true spirit fires have been collected!"

"It's just luck! Since this fire already exists in your mind, it seems that it should be real. Since this fire is also a very cold Yin fire, I wonder if it can be swallowed and fused by my Shura Holy Fire?" Yang Qian's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

"It should be possible. But instead of letting the Shura Holy Fire devour this fire, it would be better to let this fire devour the Shura Holy Fire. After all, this true fire already has a trace of spirituality in it. It would be a pity if it were destroyed, and its power would also be reduced a lot." Yin Yue reminded.

"Well, what you said makes sense! But before that, I must be able to refine this fire first. It has a hint of spirituality, so it must be difficult to refine." Yang Qian nodded. The Sun Essence Fire took him many years.

"But master, it would be best if this fire could absorb a trace of the sun's essence! If so, with the intersection of yin and yang plus the power of the Shura Holy Fire, I can hardly imagine the power of this fire. I'm afraid that nothing in the human world will be unburned." Yin Yue said with a smile.

"Absorb the Essence Fire of the Sun? That's what I was thinking. If the Taiyin True Fire absorbs the Shura Holy Fire and then fuses with the Essence Fire of the Sun, I'm afraid its power will reach an incredible level." Yang Qian curled his lips and said meaningfully.

"Of course! But since the master has obtained the Taiyin True Fire, and this fire and the Sun Essence Fire are mutually exclusive and complementary, it probably won't be easy to merge them together." Yin Yue said hesitantly, obviously not sure whether this method is feasible.

"Let's talk about this later. I don't know how long it will take to refine this Taiyin True Fire." Yang Qian's heart moved, and he wanted to start the fusion immediately, but considering the current situation, he shook his head.

After Yin Yue heard Yang Qian say this, she smiled and stopped talking about this matter. Instead, she changed the subject and reminded him:
"Master, this Taiyin True Fire needs to be restrained before it can be put away. Otherwise, if you are not careful, it may break through the artifact and escape."

"Well, of course I know that!" Yang Qian smiled and suddenly threw the purple flame in his hand into the air.

Suddenly, a ball of purple flame wrapped in Yin Fire floated gently above his head.

Then he snapped his ten fingers, and thin arcs of electricity shot out continuously. In a blink of an eye, the purple flame and the Yin Fire inside were wrapped into a golden ball the size of a fist, shining with golden light.

Yin Yue seemed to chuckle, and expressed great approval of Yang Qian's magical powers.

This method is almost the same as the one Yang Qian used to imprison Qian Lan Bing Yan, but with his current level of cultivation, the method has naturally become extremely sophisticated.

Then Yang Qian took out a red jade box and put the golden ball into it. Then his eyes turned to the huge frozen tripod.

"This kind of true yin fire should be born in an extremely cold place, but it just flew out of this furnace. It's really weird. Could it be that the thing that was forged at the beginning was some strange cold thing, and this fire was born from the intersection of yin and yang?" Yang Qian touched his chin.

Yin Yue didn't say anything, obviously finding it a little strange.

But after Yang Qian's eyes flashed a few times, he did not continue speaking, but took a few steps forward and walked to the front of the huge ice.

He then shook his sleeves and an extremely thick electric arc shot out. As soon as it touched the giant ice, it instantly turned into a golden electric net that spread all over the surface of the giant ice.

Then, after a burst of crackling lightning, the entire huge block of ice cracked into pieces and turned into a pile of ice chips that scattered all over the ground.

The huge cauldron appeared to be unusually quiet at the moment.

Yang Qian looked at the motionless giant cauldron. A purple light flashed silently, and his figure floated up. He slowly flew to a height of about ten feet above the giant cauldron and looked down.

Although there is also a no-fly restriction here, Yang Qian's powerful cultivation in the late Nascent Soul stage makes it easy for him to float up in a short period of time.

The red light in the cauldron had long since disappeared without a trace, which made everything in the cauldron clearly visible. As a result, Yang Qian's expression moved inadvertently, and then he grabbed the empty space in the cauldron with one hand.

With a "whoosh" sound, a sparkling piece flew out from the cauldron, circled and landed in Yang Qian's hands.

It turned out to be a transparent fist-sized object, warm like jade, but slightly elastic when pressed with five fingers.

Yang Qian glanced at the object a few times and raised his eyebrows.

"Master, why don't you think too much? No matter what the original material was, after so many tens of thousands of years of continuous tempering, it has probably become something else that cannot be explained. However, the birth of the Taiyin True Fire must have some connection with this thing. It was definitely not an ordinary thing originally." Yin Yue said indifferently.

"That's true! When I have free time, I'll study the uses of this material in detail." Yang Qian laughed silently after hearing Yin Yue's words.

Then there was a flash of purple light in his hand, and the item was put into the storage bag.

Next, Yang Qian took another careful look at the cauldron, and after making sure that there was nothing else in it, he made a hand gesture without thinking, then raised one hand, and a red spell flew down and hit the giant cauldron.

The giant cauldron, which had been extremely quiet, suddenly trembled violently, and then a red light flashed all over its body, and it shrank rapidly in the red mist.

In the blink of an eye, a mini tripod about half a foot in size appeared on the ground, emitting a clear and loud sound.

The lid of the tripod in the distance also responded by flying over on its own. After circling, it also shrank and covered the tripod.

As soon as the small tripod was completed, the sound became three times louder and full of joy.

Seeing that this tripod was so spiritual, Yang Qian's eyes lit up and he swung his sleeves downwards.

A stream of purple mist came down from above, directly covering the small tripod and sweeping it back, landing in the palm of his hand. (End of this chapter)