The Primordial Law

Chapter 579 The Last Orphan of the Immortal Cloud Sect

The Qiankun Locks faced by martial artists at the Dao Seed Realm are all different.

Some are indestructible, even a young emperor cannot break them after a hundred years, until he grows old and gray. Others are as faint as mist, even an ordinary person can break them in a single night.

These are all rather rare, yet they are things that are indeed happening all the time.

No matter how formidable one's combat power is within the same realm, one might still be blocked by a single Immortal Lock, unable to advance. Cases of being blocked by an Immortal Lock for a hundred years are commonplace.

That is why this transcendent state is called "the other shore".

Li Weiyi felt that his Qiankun Lock was quite strong, but still within the normal range. Even with years of persistent effort, it would eventually wear down the stone.

"Wow!"

The body's vital energy circulated around the Longevity Golden Elixir in the Shenque acupoint, and then rushed towards the Henmai and Xianmai, surging out at the fastest speed.

Like a great river opening its sluice gates, the water rushes straight towards the dam. The mighty river will break through the iron chains that block its flow.

With a loud bang, the surging magical energy throughout his body rushed towards his back.

The Qiankun Lock connecting the top of the head, spine, and tailbone flickered violently. Li Weiyi's body trembled, and a sharp pain came from his back, as if his spine was about to separate from his body.

The violent and chaotic magical energy shattered some of the meridians and the string meridians, and surged wildly throughout the body, causing beads of sweat to pour from the pores.

"Come again."

Li Weiyi focused his breathing, controlling the chaotic energy within his body, circulating it through one cycle after another. Then, he launched a second attack on the Qiankun Lock on his back.

A piercing, tearing sensation shot through Li Weiyi. He gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling, and the sweat on his body turned blood red.

After a quarter of an hour of adjustment, Li Weiyi made his third attempt. The sound of chains scraping against each other echoed through his back bones, and his vision went black for a moment, almost causing him to lose consciousness from the pain.

The internal meridians and ligaments were severely damaged, and even the internal organs were injured.

Li Weiyi paused temporarily and did not continue the attack.

"Two cracks have appeared on the Qiankun Lock. Let's leave it as it is for now!"

Two days later, Li Weiyi was to depart for the ancient kingdom of Time Ruins, and she did not want to seriously injure herself.

Moreover, he feared that further impact would leave irreparable damage to the foundation.

Once the injury has healed, and after a few more attempts, breaking it will not be difficult at all.

Li Weiyi spent three days healing his injuries, experiencing the profound mysteries of the Longevity Elixir in the Divine Palace, and further integrating and refining the remaining power of the Dragon Seed Elixir, hoping to reach a state of perfect harmony between intention and energy as soon as possible.

"The liquid magic power gushing from the Tenth Spring Divine Palace is comparable to a healing pill. Wherever it is transported, it can even repair the scarred veins and string veins."

"Wow!"

Li Weiyi waved his arm, breaking out of the time cocoon. He first put on three layers of armor with the thousand-character artifact, then donned the governor's robe, and checked the various talismans hidden in the sleeves of the robe.

The Shaoyang Division's magical artifact, the Martial Robe Bracelet, is not yet activated; it is worn on the wrist.

Even a top expert like Mo Duanfeng never takes off his three layers of armor, so Li Weiyi naturally takes his own defense very seriously.

"Yu'er, how's your understanding going?"

Li Weiyi came up behind Yu'er.

Yu'er sat cross-legged in front of a three-foot-high Buddhist shrine, inside which lay the "Book of Bright Stars and Morning Stars." The pages emitted a soft glow, casting a faint rosy hue on her face, giving her an ethereal and otherworldly beauty.

"I have no clue, it's so difficult."

Her serious expression suddenly crumbled, she spread her hands, and said, "Besides cultivating, is there anything else I can do?"

Li Weiyi has fully comprehended all 468 scriptures on this page of the "Book of Bright Stars and Mornings," imprinting them on his Divine Elixir and transforming them into his own Dao.

But after fully comprehending the entire text, Li Weiyi realized that this was not the end, but rather another beginning.

More scriptures and Taoist teachings emerged as a result, seemingly endless.

Li Weiyi sighed, "This is the Grand Palace Master's intention!"

Why are you listening to her?

Yu'er stood up, pouting coquettishly, and looked at Li Weiyi pitifully: "Master, I also want to go to the Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins. I'm stronger now, and I can hit things very accurately. Please, take me there!"

Li Weiyi pried her hand off her arm: "The Grand Palace Master must stay here to recuperate her soul! I'm in a difficult position too, there's nothing I can do, I can't beat her."

"Master, can't you be a little more assertive? What are you afraid of her for? Does she think she can eat you?" Yu'er complained, looking disappointed in Yu'er.

Li Weiyi was in a daze, looking at the girl's face in front of him, which already resembled the Grand Palace Master in the painting by seven or eight tenths, and thought he had misheard: "You...you are encouraging me to fight against the Grand Palace Master?"

“It’s not about confronting her, it’s about not being afraid of her, not just obeying whatever she says. Why should we? Right?” Yu’er said confidently.

Let me think about it.

Li Weiyi quickly regained his senses and looked at Yu'er: "You almost led me into a ditch. She has cultivated for three thousand years, and I have only been cultivating for a short time. Of course you are not afraid, because she is you... Well, you wrote what you just said into your diary, it has nothing to do with me."

"Wow!"

Inside the room, the suspended Shaoyang Star and Taiji mark shimmered with light.

Li Weiyi exited the Blood Mud Space and returned to her room in Qingyin Pavilion.

"What are you talking about? The child is getting harder and harder to raise." He gestured with his left and right hands, switching back and forth between Yu'er and the Grand Palace Master, trying to figure out how to get along with them. For a moment, he was also unsure of how to strike the right balance.

The Grand Palace Master certainly couldn't eat him, nor would he repay kindness with ingratitude.

However, since he needed the protection of the Grand Palace Master, he had to make some compromises.

The relationship between him and Yu'er was based on affection. For her, Li Weiyi had been her everything since childhood.

But for the Grand Palace Master, these two years were just a dream in her three thousand years of life.

"Squeak!"

Li Weiyi sighed softly, deciding to stop thinking about it, and pushed open the door. Outside, the morning mist was thick, a vast expanse of white.

Birds chirped and insects hummed in the mountains, and a stream babbled outside the house.

Tang Wanzhou stood ten paces away, sword in hand, his black robes and straight eyebrows giving him a dashing and handsome appearance. He stared at him and said, "There is indeed a subtle change in your aura and spirit. Shall we have a fight?"

"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to transfer your anger towards Mo Duanfeng and Bai Chuan onto me?" Li Weiyi said.

Tang Wanzhou was silent for a moment: "If I break the third lock, why should I swallow this humiliation? There's no other way; strength is the only power."

"What did the deputy sentry say?" Li Weiyi asked.

Tang Wanzhou said, "He said that Bai Chuan and Mo Duanfeng, one is the second-ranked scholar in the Sword Dao Imperial Court, and the other is a prodigy from the Holy Capital. They are of noble birth and have bright futures, but they chose to join the Sentinel Spirit Army, abandoning the decadent life and the bustling capital, choosing danger and responsibility. They are flawless in their sense of righteousness. Their cultivation and mental strength have also been tested. He told me to cooperate with them well, since they are both members of the Sentinel Spirit Army, and both are fighting to eliminate evil people and fight against the Netherworld."

Li Weiyi chose to join the Cave Ruins Camp for two reasons: first, for cultivation resources, and second, for the protection of this identity.

However, Bai Chuan and Mo Duanfeng did not have such a need. It is no wonder that the Deputy Sentinel Lord held them in such high regard, given their esteemed status in joining the Sentinel Army.

"Is that all?" Li Weiyi asked.

Tang Wanzhou said, "To appease Shaoyang Si, his willow wood clone expended his cultivation to condense a Dao technique and gave it to me as a precaution. What do you think are the risks of Mo Duanfeng and Bai Chuan's suggestion?"

She knew Li Weiyi was intelligent and could always grasp subtle details that others missed, so she consulted him.

Li Weiyi said, "I think the biggest risk is not to the enemy, but to these two. They are too eager. Perhaps they want to achieve fame and success, or perhaps they are really afraid that Chu Yutian will break through to the next realm before them, or perhaps they want to seize some treasure from Chu Yutian, or for some other reason."

"In short, what if Chu Yutian had known about their urgency all along?"

Tang Wanzhou's expression turned solemn: "It's like creating a weakness for yourself without even realizing it."

Li Weiyi said, "Perhaps I overestimated Chu Yutian! Anyway, you have so many trump cards; even if something unexpected happens, escaping shouldn't be a problem. Have you purchased the supplies?"

"The Cave Ruins Camp has distributed enough Blood Valley Pills, as well as three low-grade spirit crystals and three top-grade healing pills per person," Tang Wanzhou said.

Li Weiyi sighed, "Three low-grade spirit crystals are worth tens of millions of Yongquan coins. That's a huge sum! But if we really want to stay in the Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins for at least ten years, we'll have to buy some other supplies, otherwise it will be so boring."

Tang Wanzhou and Li Weiyi left the Xianxia Sect camp and headed to an ancient city in the Chiming Realm, a thousand miles away, to go on a shopping spree.

Li Weiyi went to the Qianlishan Chamber of Commerce, took out the waist token given to him by Lu Jingshen, disposed of most of his magical artifacts, and used all of it to buy spirit crystals, as well as materials for alchemy and talisman making.

In the Netherworld of the Dead, one cannot breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; one can only rely on the magical power gushing from the spring within one's body to replenish energy and fight. Normal cultivation is naturally unaffected, but it cannot sustain prolonged combat.

Spirit crystals are therefore of utmost importance, as they are the only way to quickly restore magical energy.

The two returned to the Xianxia Sect camp, and it was already dark.

On their way to Yanjue Mountain, Li Weiyi and Tang Wanzhou spotted a graceful figure in green standing outside Qingyin Pavilion in the distance. She stood by the stream, her serene demeanor conveying a sense of quiet waiting.

Tang Wanzhou stopped and smiled, "Shall I step aside for a bit?"

"When did you, Tang Wanzhou, become so dishonest?" Li Weiyi asked.

"It's not about avoiding suspicion, but about not wanting to disturb you both. Given Qing Zijin's personality, if I, the Holy Master, stand to the side, I'm afraid she won't be able to say many things!" Tang Wanzhou said.

Just as Li Weiyi was about to offer a few words of explanation, Qing Zijin, who was in the distance, sensed something and looked over.

Tang Wanzhou, having wisely disappeared, was nearby.

"Captain, have you purchased the supplies? I just went to Jade City. Sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Li Weiyi transformed into a wisp of green smoke, appearing like a fleeting shadow several miles away outside Qingyin Pavilion, smiling as he stared at her.

Qing Zijin was a serious and taciturn person. She stared at him for a long time, as if trying to see through him to understand what kind of person he was: "Come with me."

She walked ahead, her hands clasped to her lower abdomen, her steps light and slow, following the path along the stream to a garden only a few hundred feet away from Qingyin Pavilion.

That is her residence.

Ancient trees are planted all over the garden, and the moon hangs high on their branches. The ground, the streamside, and the rooftops are covered with red and yellow fallen leaves. In the twilight, there is a tranquility that is very enjoyable.

Qing Zijin activated the formation and pushed open two huge vermilion ancient doors.

Standing before the door, Li Weiyi sensed the extraordinary ancient charm of the place. The array patterns carved on just the two doorposts were so profound that he couldn't understand them at all with his current mental power.

Deep within the garden, towers and palaces stand amidst clouds and mist, with a dozen array plates floating in the fog, exuding an awe-inspiring power.

Standing beneath the two-zhang-high vermilion gate, Qing Zijin was a splash of green amidst the sea of ​​crimson: "Yanjue Mountain was once the residence of the Immortal Xia Sect's leader. There were once magnificent palaces there, and thousands of sect disciples cultivated there."

"On that night a hundred years ago, the sect leader fought against the curse and razed all the buildings on the mountain to the ground, but this Qingyi Garden was preserved."

"You guessed right, the sect leader is my great-grandfather, and I... am the only survivor of the Immortal Cloud Sect."

(End of this chapter)