Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 320 Alien Space
Among the four, only Mailer looked pale. It was probably because he, like him, encountered a ghost in the formation and consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

"My three fellow Taoists, I suggest that we recover our spiritual energy here first, and then explore that palace." Mail said as he looked at the magnificent palace in the distance.

Obviously, the palace is the key to this relic.

Although the other three people were not as bad as him, they had also consumed a lot of spiritual energy. They didn't know whether there were other mysteries or dangers in the hall, so they all agreed to recover first, and took out the Qi-recovering pills and swallowed them.

It was not until nightfall that everyone's spiritual power recovered and they headed towards the hall.

Soon, the four of them arrived at the main gate of the palace. The palace was about several dozen feet in size, with bluestone and blue tiles, and the overall blue-gray color, giving people a very heavy and solemn feeling.

Pushing open the heavy stone door, a spacious courtyard appeared before one's eyes, with lifelike humanoid puppets standing on both sides.

Seeing this scene, Song Xian was shocked. He had studied the art of puppetry. Although his skills were not that high, he still had vision.

There are a total of ten human-shaped puppets in this courtyard. They are obviously extraordinary works. From their lines, body structure, faces and bodies, you can tell at a glance that they are definitely the work of a master.

He couldn't help but walk towards the puppets out of curiosity and began to study them carefully. When he touched one of the puppets and penetrated his spiritual consciousness into it, the shock in his heart was beyond words.

He was extremely familiar with the internal structure of these puppets. Every joint and every internal structure was exactly the same as the second-grade top-grade puppets recorded in the puppet secret record.

What's going on? Could it be that the owner of this ruin is related to the Puppet Secret Records?

These are all second-grade, top-grade puppets, with strength equivalent to that of a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage. The fact that so many of them were refined at once shows the ability of the person behind them.

Who is it?

Song Xian's mind raced with thoughts. The art of puppetry was already a niche subject, and the structure of this puppet was the same as that recorded in the puppet secret book. There must be a connection between the two.

By the way, this puppet secret record came from an organization called Qianji Sect, which was originally a force in the Muhe grassland.

Could it be that the owner of this relic is a high-ranking member of the Qianji Sect?
"Fellow Daoist Song, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that he looked abnormal and was staring at these puppets in a daze, as if he was possessed, Apu asked vigilantly.

"These are all second-grade top-grade puppets, and their strength is equivalent to that of the late foundation-building stage. The owner of this hall can put puppets of this level here like rags, so his identity must be extraordinary." Song Xian came back to his senses and responded casually without revealing anything about the Qianji Sect.

Ai Bu stared at him, as if he wanted to see through him: "It seems that Fellow Daoist Song is very proficient in puppetry. He can even tell the grade of these puppets."

"This is just basic skill, not a mastery. Any cultivator who has even a little knowledge of puppets can understand this."

"Fellow Daoist Song, can you tell what school these puppets belong to?"

"I really don't know that."

Mailer took over the conversation: "Just from the formation, it can be seen that the owner of this relic must be a great monk. It's not surprising that he can refine these puppets."

Song Xian didn't reply and put the puppet in front of him into the storage bag. His high-level storage bag had a space of ten feet in size, which was enough to easily hold one puppet, but he couldn't fit all ten puppets in it.

These puppets are the same as recorded in the secret records. I can study them carefully when I go back.

The three of them didn't say much when they saw him put the puppets into his pocket. Although they had agreed to divide all the items into twos and ones, the others didn't care about these useless puppets.

Several people walked through the courtyard and came to a large hall. The hall was made of black unknown stones, and the surface was engraved with dense blood-red patterns like ghost paintings. It looked extraordinary at first glance.

"It looks like some kind of seal. There can't be some powerful ghost inside!" Mail frowned.

Several people looked at each other, feeling unsure. This hall was so strange, there must be something weird going on. Adding to that the ghosts that appeared in the formation, it was not unreasonable for Mail to be worried.

If there really is a powerful ghost sealed inside, that would be terrible. Even the courtyard outside is guarded by ten second-grade top-grade puppets. If the ghost in the hall revives, it must be at least at the level of a ghost king. It is impossible for four people to deal with it. They might all die here.

Therefore, several people were a little hesitant about whether they should break into the hall.

"Now that we have come to this, there is no reason to retreat. Even if it is the Palace of Hell, we have to go in and take a look." After hesitating for a while, Aibu made up his mind. Without saying hello to the three people, he waved his hand and a stream of spiritual power shot out.

The palace door swung open with a bang, and several stone coffins came into view.

This scene reminded Song Xian of the experience of encountering the ghost general that year. That ghost general was also hiding in a stone coffin. It was so similar to the current scene. Could it be that there really was a ghost in the coffin?
While he was still thinking, Aibu had already walked into the inner room, and he had no choice but to follow him.

The black stone walls inside the hall were covered with dense blood-red runes, including the ground. In addition to these strange runes, there were also several sarcophagi and cabinets inside.

Aibu waved his hand and pushed open the lid of the coffin in the middle, only to see a male corpse lying inside. His appearance was no different from that of an ordinary person, but upon closer inspection, one could still see something unusual. This was another high-level puppet.

Song Xian also opened the sarcophagus in front of him. Inside was also a high-level puppet, but unlike the puppets in other sarcophagi, this high-level puppet was blood red and covered with dense runes.

He suddenly became curious, so he bent down and planned to check the internal structure of the puppet.

At this time, the other three were rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for treasures, and no one noticed that a faint light flashed in the eyes of the blood-red puppet under him.

Song Xian's consciousness entered the puppet's body, and in an instant, it was as if he had entered a black hole, and he could not sense any existence at all.

He was shocked and wanted to withdraw, but the black hole seemed to have endless attraction, pulling his consciousness inward.

An extremely dangerous and terrifying feeling enveloped his whole body. He was shocked and frightened. He wanted to scream to attract the attention of the others, but he couldn't make a sound.

His consciousness flowed uncontrollably into the puppet's body, and he felt as if he was in a dark, bottomless abyss, sinking down.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and when he was drowsy, he seemed to see beams of light rising from the bottomless black hole and moving in the opposite direction of him.

He tried hard to see clearly, but could only vaguely see the outline of a human figure.

The brilliance was fleeting, and all his senses disappeared again. He continued to sink into the abyss of absolute darkness, falling endlessly.

.........

"There are a lot of spirit stones here."

"This is... a magic weapon."

"There are quite a few cultivation materials and high-level talismans here."

Inside the hall, Apu, Aibu, and Maier opened the cabinets and discovered the treasures. They were all overjoyed. At this moment, a slight plop sound came from behind.

"Fellow Daoist Song." Hearing the unusual noise, Apu turned around, but saw Song Xian falling straight down. He couldn't help but exclaimed and immediately looked around vigilantly.

Seeing this, Aibu and Mail immediately dispersed and took a fighting stance.

Song Xian fell down for no reason, which shocked the three of them. However, they did not find anything unusual with their spiritual sense, and Song Xian was still lying there straight, as if he was unconscious.

"What's going on?" Aibu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at Song Xian with some horror, with goose bumps all over his body. He did not sense any danger, but Song Xian, who was only a few feet away, was inexplicably ambushed and his life or death was unknown.

This unknown danger is far greater than facing a powerful enemy.

"Fellow Daoist Song, what happened to you?" Mail's face was also full of fear. This was too weird. There was obviously nothing, but a person in the middle stage of foundation building fell down without any warning.

"Let's go and take a look." Apu looked serious.

The three of them slowly approached Song Xian in a fan shape, but saw that his face looked normal and there was not a single scar on his body. However, the fire shield condensed around his body was disappearing. He looked peaceful, as if he was asleep.

The hall was completely silent, and an atmosphere of terror spread. The three of them looked at each other, and saw fear in each other's eyes.

"Is there something wrong with this sarcophagus?" Mail swallowed secretly.

The three of them looked at the sarcophagus, but saw nothing inside except a blood-red puppet.

"Let's get out of here first." Aibu flashed and left the hall first.

Mail followed him out. Apu glanced at Song Xian, waved his hand, and left the place in a flash of light.

.........

It was unknown how long it had been, but when Song Xian's consciousness was blurred, he suddenly saw a light coming from the bottom of the abyss. This light was like a life-saving straw, which gave him hope and he used all his strength to go towards the light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and the darkness receded like a tide. He seemed to be reborn, feeling the bright sunshine and breathing the fresh air that had been around for a long time.

"Where is this?" Song Xian looked around curiously and found himself standing upright in front of a huge desk with a wooden man placed on it.

Dozens of children, all seven or eight years old, stood next to him. Each of them had a huge desk in front of them, and they all stood with solemn or nervous expressions.

Only then did Song Xian realize that he had also turned into the appearance of a seven or eight-year-old child. Subconsciously, he felt that he had entered a dream, a dream that did not belong to him, but he could not break free. His perspective was moving along with the perspective of this body, but he had no control and could not make any sound.

He was like being locked in a dark cage, looking at the world through a window.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and a man in dark blue clothes walked in from outside.

"Now is the final round of tests. You are required to dismantle this wooden puppet in front of you within one stick of incense, remove all the handles inside it, and reinstall it. Those who succeed can join our sect." The man's deep and deep voice sounded.

Following his command, all the children immediately began to dismantle the wooden figures on their desks. Song Xian's nimble fingers danced, and with the help of various tools, he soon successfully dismantled the wooden figures into pieces one by one and reinstalled them.

"Master, I'm done." Song Xian raised his hand to signal. The examiner came over to him, glanced at the wooden figure and the disassembled handle in front of him, and nodded: "Dong Xuanchen passed. From now on, he officially joins the Qianji Sect."

Qianji Sect, Song Xian was suddenly shocked. It was such a familiar name, as if he had heard it somewhere. He tried hard to recall it, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

At the same time, the scene before his eyes changed slightly, with a slight fluctuation, like the ripples caused by a stone thrown into a lake, and then the next moment, it immediately returned to normal.

"Thank you, Master." Song Xian bowed and followed the man out.

.........

"Although you haven't yet achieved Transcendental Transformation, since you've passed the assessment and entered our sect, you must abide by our sect's rules. From now on, you must wake up at 3:30 AM every day, first practicing the Softening Finger Technique for an hour, then practicing the basic techniques for two hours. Eat at noon and rest for half an hour. In the afternoon, practice the Soft Water Technique and the Thousand Jin Weight until 11 PM, when you can rest."

"During this period, you are not allowed to go down the mountain to contact outsiders, you are not allowed to be lazy, and you are not allowed to eat or sleep if you do not complete your daily tasks."

"Anyone caught cheating or being cunning will be lashed fifty times. Remember, once you join the Thousand Machines Sect, there is no turning back. This sect does not need trash."

Inside the hall, many children who passed the test gathered together, and a middle-aged man said with a stern face.

From then on, 'Song Xian' practiced every day as a disciple of Qianji Sect. Although he still remembered his true identity deep in his mind, no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape from this body.

Time flies, and a few years passed in the blink of an eye. He successfully passed the transformation into a monk, and was registered as a formal disciple of Qianji Sect.

According to the cultivation method taught by the sect, he practiced day after day, gradually standing out from other fellow disciples. The talent he displayed also attracted the attention of the top leaders of Qianji Sect.

Through day after day, year after year of practice, his cultivation reached the great perfection of Qi Refining, and he began to build his foundation, and finally succeeded.

The boring and complicated training gradually eroded Song Xian's self-awareness.

The experiences of 'Song Xian' seemed to be those things from his previous life, and he had gradually become one with the identity of 'Dong Xuanchen'.

In the hundredth year since he joined the Qianji Sect, he has become the most famous genius of the Qianji Sect and married the granddaughter of the Sect's leader.

In the 130th year, he successfully refined a unique puppet. This puppet was different from the inherited structure of the Qianji Sect. The steps were simpler, the refining was more convenient, and it was powerful. This was unanimously praised by the top leaders of the Qianji Sect.

Therefore, he created a method of refining Qianjibian on his own, which gradually replaced the original inheritance of Qianji Sect and became the latest refining method of Qianji Sect.

In the 190th year, he became the chief disciple of the Qianji Sect Cabinet and held great power. The position of the leader of the Qianji Sect was almost within his grasp.

"My life span is short, and the future of Qianji Sect depends on you. As long as you can successfully form a pill, I will step down and nominate you to be the next headmaster." In the secret room, the old headmaster with wrinkles on his face said to him.

He was overjoyed and bowed respectfully. After the conversation, he walked out of the mansion, looking at the bright sunshine above his head, and imagining the beautiful moment when he would take over as the head of the Qianji Sect in the future.

Suddenly, the space before my eyes began to fluctuate, as if it had been disturbed by something, and even the scorching sun was distorted.

There was a shrill sound of an ambulance siren.

(End of this chapter)