I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 632 In Ordinary Times
Become an elder of the Azure Sky Tower? Jiang Wen couldn't help but feel curious upon hearing the old man's promise.

He wasn't particularly interested in the position of elder; what surprised him most was the sheer sincerity the Sky Tower was showing.

Somewhat curious, Jiang Wen still asked the old man, "To make such a promise, could the treasures in that holy land be extremely valuable?"

"For the Azure Sky Tower, that item is worth such a high price," the old man said calmly. He met the young man's gaze, seeing no greed in his eyes. This young man of unknown origin might be a turning point for the Hundred Streams tribe.

The twelve elders gathered when they heard that the Snow Clan's Holy Maiden had brought back the Celestial Herb. They found it hard to believe that someone could bring that treasure back from the Land of Fallen Immortals.

But the Celestial Mystic Grass was indeed brought back by someone, and it was a Celestial Mystic Grass that had not been collected for long.

This greatly surprised the elders, who could hardly imagine who could have retrieved such a treasure from the Fallen Immortal Pool.

When the elders heard the name Jiang Wen, they all cast their glances at him.

The old man recalled his junior, the prodigy of the dragon-human race. He had initially wanted to target this man named Jiang Wen, and the old man had readily agreed. He simply wanted to see what abilities this person, capable of obtaining the Celestial Herb, possessed.

Unfortunately, his descendant was disappointing; he couldn't even defeat the descendant of the Rock People.

The old man wasn't angry; after all, it was just a test.

Now that he had given the elders their promise, the "Baiyi" visitor before him did not refuse. Perhaps, this visitor really could retrieve that item from the Fallen Immortal Lake of the sacred land.

"Are you willing?" the old man asked, looking at Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "If it's just a favor, of course I'm willing."

“That’s excellent. Please feel free to make any requests you may have. The promise of the Azure Sky Tower will never be broken,” the old man said with a smile.

"Let's wait until I get it before we talk about it."

After exchanging a few words with the old man, Jiang Wen followed the guards out of the main hall.

After the guests had left, the hall remained silent. The old man sitting on the high platform sighed deeply, seemingly talking to himself, "Can we really trust him?"

“Time is running out, Ao Chen. If there is no other way, the Land of Divine Blessing will cease to exist. You should know the truth about the Land of Divine Blessing and understand the predicament we face. We can’t wait any longer.”

An unnamed voice echoed, like a sound from beyond the heavens. On twelve distinct high platforms, several blurry figures emerged.

"In any case, we should always believe in the divination of the priests."

"That person is extraordinary."

"Two hundred years have passed. Whether he was the visitor from outer space or not, we can only gamble on it."

……

The words echoed in his ears, and the old man sighed again. His already aged face grew even more withered, and even his dragon horns were slowly rotting.

"Yes, our time is running out."

……

Jiang Wen followed the guards to his residence, which was located in the capital city within the Cangtian Tower.

Ascending the massive stone steps carved into the inner wall of the Sky Tower, a sudden expanse opens up before you. You are now on the upper level of the tower, with no walls in sight, only swirling clouds supporting a vast, boundless platform. Sunlight streams down from an unknown source, bright yet not glaring, illuminating a magnificent cloud-top capital.

This capital city, located inside the Sky Tower, is constructed entirely of massive white stone and dark spirit wood, with an ancient and magnificent style.

The houses do not strive for exquisite symmetry; instead, they stand according to the terrain, layered and staggered, with wide, low-hanging eaves resembling the folded wings of a giant bird. Ancient tribal totems—the sun and moon, dragons and snakes—are deeply engraved on the robust beams and pillars…

The streets were wide and paved with smooth, gray flagstones. The trees and shrubs along the roadside were not ordinary plants, but spiritual plants that emitted a faint, shimmering light, with pearl-like fruits hanging among their branches and leaves.

The clear water doesn't flow on the ground, but rather through hollowed-out ancient trees or suspended stone troughs, guiding the babbling water through the streets and alleys, creating a tranquil atmosphere with its tinkling sound.

Occasionally, a strange beast with broad wings would fly overhead carrying cargo, casting a swift shadow.

In the distance, in the center of the capital, stood several exceptionally tall stone palaces, their roofs covered in bronze and engraved with massive arrays of runes that shimmered faintly in the sunlight, subtly connecting with the aura of the entire Sky Tower, revealing their extraordinary majesty.

The entire capital city was bathed in soft light and ethereal clouds, retaining the ruggedness and simplicity of the ancient tribes while being filled with rich spiritual energy, tranquil and timeless, like an ancient fairyland secluded from the world.

Looking around at this magnificent and beautiful capital city, Jiang Wen understood why the Cangtian Tower was so grand. He was also quite puzzled about just how big the tower was.

Arriving at their lodgings with the guards, they encountered numerous holy women dressed in white along the way. They came from different ethnic groups and varied in appearance and figure.

Upon seeing Jiang Wen, all the holy maidens cast curious glances their way.

He was also puzzled by this. Could it be that there were very few outsiders in the capital?
It wasn't until he spoke with Xue Ji, the holy maiden of the Snow Clan, that Jiang Wen understood why the holy maiden had been watching him the whole way.

This is simply because this capital city is the residence of holy maidens from various races, and all those who live here are holy maidens from different tribes. As a man, Jiang Wen's presence in a capital city full of holy maidens is naturally different.

After learning all this, Jiang Wen was both amused and exasperated. If he could, he really wouldn't want to be in the spotlight.

"This old man is really..." Jiang Wen cursed inwardly.

Xue Ji's advancement trial is in two days, so he also needs to stay here for two days. Thinking that since he's already here, he might as well make the best of it, Jiang Wen seemed quite content.

Besides refining the Four Symbols Sword Formation every day, he checks the items he has acquired in the territories.

The earthenware jar inscribed with the Tai Cang script was peculiar; Jiang Wen tried everything to open it but couldn't. He even attempted to cut open the jar with his Heavenly Strike Sword, but after cutting for a long time, nothing happened. Unless he smashed the jar with tremendous force, he really had no way to open it.

"What on earth is this thing that can do this? Even I can't open it, this is too outrageous." Jiang Wen stared at the earthenware pot, his expression somewhat grim. He never expected that he, a powerful half-step saint, who could overturn rivers and seas with a wave of his hand, would be stumped by an earthenware pot. Unless he used brute force, he couldn't open this thing.

"Perhaps the time isn't right yet?" Jiang Wen stared at the earthen jar for a long time, then helplessly put it away. Since this thing seemed destined for him, he would surely find a way to open it in the future.

After putting away the earthenware jar, he examined the old and worn jade pendant.

When I first saw it, I felt it belonged to an old friend. Now, upon closer inspection, I can see some of the details.

"Rong, could it be Jiang Rong?" Jiang Wen held the jade pendant, unconsciously recalling someone from the past. He wondered what had become of that little girl from the Jiang family. Hundreds of thousands of years had passed; perhaps they would never meet again.

With a sigh in his heart, he carefully put the jade pendant away.

He took out several immortal herbs, lit the alchemy furnace, and began refining pills with them. Although these immortal herbs were far inferior to spirit stones, they were medicinal herbs and spiritual objects, making them convenient for alchemy.

A true fire of samadhi rises beneath the furnace, where Jiang Wen leisurely refines medicinal herbs.

(End of this chapter)