I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 18 The pot is boiling!
Open your eyes.

It was still the collapsed east kitchen. On the table not far away was the scroll. The stoves and the big pots were all filled with the heavy energy of time.

No one knows how many years it has been since this place collapsed.

Zhou Mu shook his dizzy head and muttered:

"Speaking of which, when I fell asleep, what did I look like outside?"

He shook his head in confusion, stood up, strode towards the bronze door, placed his hands on it, imagined himself as a baking furnace and a candle stove in his mind, took three breaths and exhaled nine times, his skin turned red, and suddenly exerted force!
The bronze door remained motionless.

“It seems I’m still far away.”

Zhou Mu felt regretful, then walked to a stove, jumped on it, grabbed the pot lid, and exerted force again.

The lid didn't budge.

"Forget about the door, how heavy is this damn pot lid?"

"One thousand jin? Two thousand jin? It can't be ten thousand jin?"

He jumped off the candlestick in disappointment, smacked his lips and muttered:

"The lid of the pot was covering it. Could it be that when it collapsed here, something was cooking in the pot? Food for the immortals?"

"If so, are there any more?"

Zhou Mu asked and answered his own questions:

"It should be gone."

After all, even the immortal ginseng and immortal ganoderma in the so-called treasury of heaven have already returned to dust and cannot be exchanged.

Even if there was something cooking in the pot, how could it still exist?
I'm afraid it would have turned into dust long ago!
"Unless it contains the meat of a big monster." Zhou Mu said affirmatively.

"No, the monster's flesh has probably melted away!"

He walked to the square table and carefully examined the Heavenly Records of Immortals, his eyes focused on a single line of words.

[Zhou Mu, twenty minor merits, guardian of the East Kitchen of the Nine Heavens, ninth rank]

"One hundred merits can lead to the eighth rank. What is the eighth rank? A strongman? What magical powers will it give?"

Zhou Mu thought endlessly, one hundred gongs are equivalent to ten thousand small gongs.
I only got thirty small rewards for killing a woman in red.

I have to kill three hundred fucking women in red to be able to advance to the next level!
Shaking his head, Zhou Mu tried to call Xianlu, but there was no response from the other party. Then he found a stove at random and sat down cross-legged.

"fire."

He snapped his fingers, lit a flame, pointed his finger, and the flame went into the stove, then whispered:
"wind."

The wind blew, causing the flames to explode and jump on the jade firewood, but they were just jumping.

Even though Zhou Mu used all his strength, and activated [Fanning] and [Lighting the Fire] until his head became dizzy, the green jade firewood still did not change at all.

"As expected."

He was not disappointed. How could he easily light the firewood used by immortals?

I'm afraid that even if you try a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand times, the firewood will remain the same.

This 'kitchen' is not the place for me to stay at all.

The Immortal Record who acted according to the established rules did not have any wisdom at all and regarded himself as a person ranked among the immortals. If he was ranked among the immortals, then what level was he at in terms of cultivation?
It must be very powerful, far beyond what I can see now.

Zhou Mu shook his head and said to himself:

"I still need to improve myself first. Otherwise, I will be helpless with such a huge treasure in front of me."

He stretched out his hand, cut his palm, forced out blood, and then dripped it into the blue-black copper order. To be more precise, he dripped it into the [Jia Yin Logging Axe] inside the blue-black copper order, trying to cleanse the axe with blood.
But. It failed again.

There was information that he understood naturally.

"One hundred thousand mortal blood can successfully sacrifice this axe. Mortal blood is essence blood, or blood essence."

Zhou Mu tried to force out another drop of blood essence. As soon as the blood essence left his body, his face turned pale. A feeling of weakness surged into his heart, and his mental state plummeted.

That drop of blood essence fell on Jiayin's woodcutting axe. This time it did not slide off, but melted directly into it.
Suddenly, he felt a slight connection between himself and the axe, an almost non-existent connection.

"I have about seventeen drops of blood and sperm in my body. Now it's sixteen drops."

He frowned and sensed the recovery rate of his own blood essence for a moment. According to this rate, it would probably take three to five days to recover one drop!
Taking [Healing Pills] can instantly restore the body, and even the total amount of blood and essence will increase, but one pill of Healing Pills requires ten small efforts.

I can't afford to waste time.

“So, everything is back to square one.”

He sighed:
"Cultivation, practice, strength!"

I am still a mortal, with only a dozen blood essences. What if I can build a strong body? What about internal strength?
At the moment, he couldn’t push open the bronze door or lift the pot lid, but what if he could break through the three airway barriers mentioned by Junior Sister?
Or even become the legendary immortal?

"The three levels of strength, a powerful medicine to strengthen the internal strength, what are the three levels of qi? How powerful will they be?"

Zhou Mu gently stroked the dark blue bronze order again, and this time, the picture of the soaring roc fell out of it.

The reason why he brought this scroll to the East Kitchen was because Zhou Mu noticed last time that when he was in the East Kitchen, in this dream paradise, it was completely and utterly different from the outside world!

It is an indescribable, mysterious feeling, as if the outside world is broken and leaky, but here, it is "complete".

At this moment, Zhou Mu, who had just started practicing, felt even stronger. With every breath he took, the weak Qi and blood in his body grew stronger, and his body became stronger.
It is almost comparable to standing in a natural stance for an hour or practicing breathing techniques for half an hour outside!

He stood up, spread out the Dapeng Soaring Picture, and placed it on the stove. He then assumed the Natural Stance stance and practiced the [Baking Furnace Breathing Method].

While carefully observing and comprehending this painting, move your Qi and blood with the natural stance, inhale three times and exhale nine times, visualize yourself as a candle stove, and refine your flesh and blood!
"It's really different!"

“It’s really different here and outside!!”

He was startled, and could clearly feel that his skin, flesh, bones, internal organs, as well as the mysterious qi and blood, were rapidly growing stronger.

The air here seems to be filled with a mysterious aura. I cannot absorb it, but just letting the mysterious aura flow through my body will bring me endless benefits!
He gradually immersed himself in it.

He was completely immersed in it.

The mind is as calm as water, the spirit is condensed into one, the skin is red, heat accumulates in the body, and the qi and blood are transported and vibrated at high speed.
Even the bird in the painting of the Great Peng flying up into the sky, riding the wind and breaking through the sky, seemed to come alive.
Zhou Mu seemed to see an ancient scripture in the painting.

'Chew me! '

A cry that had never been heard before exploded in Zhou Mu's ears, short and powerful, as if piercing through everything, penetrating all directions, inside and outside, reaching the sky above and the underworld below!

A humming sound came from a tightly closed cauldron, accompanied by a violent tremor, as if a thread had been lifted up, revealing something inside.
bright.

Great work of light!

(End of this chapter)