Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 273 Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, Volume One
"In the chaos before the separation of heaven and earth, the profound arts of the eight or nine wonders are hidden within. The circulation of the heavens is endless, and the Dharma body is one with the heavens, proving the true constancy."

The numbers of Heaven and Earth, nine is the extreme of Yang, eight is the extreme of Yin, eight and nine complement each other, seventy-two transformations, secretly corresponding to the celestial cycle…”

"Volume One, Foundation Building and Shaping, Primordial Qi. The form is the vessel that carries the Dao, and the spirit is the master that controls the Qi. The most important thing is the skin, muscles, bones, and the transport of Qi and blood..."

"...Inhale like a whale drinking, exhale like clouds spreading. The mind follows the Qi through the acupoints, circulating nine times and returning again. One exhale shakes the muscles and bones, one inhale soothes the internal organs. Water and fire harmonize, creating a unified whole between heaven and earth!"

……

In a daze, it seemed as if a wonderful sound rang in my ears.

His voice was as clear as gold and jade, every word a gem, as he eloquently explained the cultivation technique, making it both profound and easy to understand, penetrating to the core, as if branded into Liu Sheng's mind, unforgettable for life.

Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skills!

Volume One!
Refine the nine forms to return to one body, forge the foundation of the Dao and blend with the primordial Qi.

This is precisely the cultivation technique he currently lacks!

It is a perfect match for his [Seventy-two Transformations of the Dao Fruit], it can be described as a match made in heaven.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was "tailor-made".

"There really is a cultivation technique in this world that's so suitable for me? Could it be that the calling and inexplicable sense of familiarity I've felt since entering the ruins are coming from this inner sanctum..."

After regaining his senses, Liu Sheng's eyes revealed a complex mix of emotions, including confusion, joy, and doubt.

He raised his head and looked again at the divine general sitting on the jade altar. He saw that the general's radiance was cold and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he had never changed since ancient times.

At this moment, some "new" memories entered my mind, as if they had been obscured by fog, and only now have a corner been blown away to reveal the rest.

He was asked to compare the deity before him with the Erlang Shen from his memory.

"My memories of my past life... seem to be partially obscured. Only when I encounter certain specific anchor points are some parts released..."

Has someone tampered with my memory?
Or is it that... time travel itself causes memory loss?

Or perhaps I never time-traveled at all, and my past life was just a dream I had when I was seriously injured and unconscious by the yamen runners?

Like Zhuangzi dreaming of becoming a butterfly, was it Zhuangzi dreaming he became a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming it became a person named 'Zhuangzi'?

Which one is true?
Which one is fake?
Liu Sheng stood silently in the main hall, his expression changing repeatedly.

Doubt, confusion, relief, frustration, speculation...

Even at the very end, he began to doubt his own existence—

"cut!"

Liu Sheng let out a low shout, and the sword spirit in his mind hummed softly, instantly severing all distracting thoughts and restoring peace to his heart.

That was close! I almost went mad from practicing qi cultivation!

He looked around, identifying each item in the hall, and took the opportunity to recall that part of his memory.

The divine general in the hall is none other than the Pure Source Wondrous Dao True Lord.

He is also known as Chuanzhu, Qingyuan Miaodao Fuyou Taijun Huimin Rensheng Dadi, Qingyuan Miaodao Huguo Chongning Zhenjun Chuanshu Dadi Weiling Xianhua Tianzun, etc.

In addition, there are many honorary titles bestowed upon him by successive dynasties, which will not be listed one by one.

Yang Jian, the third-generation chief disciple of the Chan Sect in "Investiture of the Gods", and Erlang Shen of Guankou, the nephew of the Jade Emperor in "Journey to the West", who obeys orders but not summons.

The leader of the three great traitors in Heaven.

A popular character in various mythological novels, TV series, and games.

The divine dog at his feet is none other than the famous Howling Celestial Dog.

The seven strangely shaped rocks and statues next to it are the Seven Monsters of Meishan from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties.

The stone statues in the niches on the four walls are the grass-root gods under his command, numbering in the thousands.

but……

Although the Erlang Shen characters in various films, TV series, games, and novels may have similar supernatural powers and armor, their core essences are all different.

Ultimately, they are nothing more than the imaginations of their respective authors.

But the one in front of me is the real deal!

When myths and legends become reality, how much of the "he" in the story is real, and how much is fake?
"hiss!"

Liu Sheng became increasingly confused, feeling as if his mind was turning into a complete mess. He had no choice but to unleash his "Blade Heart" talent to extinguish the thought.

"I was stupid to worry about so much. I should just focus on mastering the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts first. Improving my own strength is the highest priority. As for the truth... someone will tell me when I'm strong enough."

He shook his head, smiled slightly at the jade statue of Erlang Shen, raised his chin, and revealed a smile almost identical to that of the statue:

"Right?"

Inside the main hall, all was quiet as ever. No one answered; only the clear, cold light of jade and the rising smoke filled the air.

"Uh……"

Having failed in his attempt to show off, Liu Sheng rubbed his nose and went to the offering table. Through the shimmering light, he saw the three treasures displayed on the table.

From left to right: a stick, a command, and a gourd.

They all lay quietly on the jade plate, rising in mist and spreading their gentle light.

"Erlang Shen possesses numerous magical treasures, earning him the nickname 'Little Many Treasures.' These three treasures..."

Liu Sheng licked his lips, a broad smile on his face.

On his way to the Heavenly Palace, he had learned a lot of knowledge from his master, Wu Song.

For example, a Qi cultivator is also called a cultivator.

After entering the Dao, the levels of magical treasures, cultivation techniques, weapons, and talismans are completely different from the previous classifications in martial arts.

Instead of classifying martial arts into categories like intermediate, advanced, and superior, the classification is based on records found in scrolls unearthed from various historical sites.

Cultivation techniques are classified into levels according to their maximum cultivation level. For example, the highest level that can be cultivated to is the Dao Entry Realm, which is the Dao Entry Level Cultivation Technique.

The category of magical artifacts encompasses the previously mentioned spiritual weapons and magical implements, and is currently categorized as magical implements, spiritual implements, treasures, mystical implements, and Dao implements.

The Golden Patterned Pure Bottle and the Mountain-Driving Whip were originally Dao artifacts, but after being damaged, they lost all their spirituality and their grade dropped, and now they have degenerated into Xuan artifacts.

The grade of talismans is broadly classified according to their power, and is linked to the destructive power of a cultivator's full-force attack at the corresponding realm.

These three treasures before me radiate pure light and possess a natural charm; they are clearly not ordinary objects.

It must be at least a Dao artifact, or something above that level.
Otherwise, you would be unworthy of the title "True Lord of the Pure Source and Wondrous Way"!

Liu Sheng sniffed, clasped his hands together and bowed to the jade statue of Erlang Shen, then reached out and grabbed the stick on his left.

For some reason, he now has a strange fondness for club-type weapons.

Then, he ended up empty-handed.

Even though my hand reached out to grab the magic stick, I couldn't touch it at all!
It's as if the stick in front of you is just a realistic projection, or perhaps it exists in a different time and space.

It sparks the imagination.

"...Is it really that bad?"

Liu Sheng's lips twitched, his mind racing, and he reached for the gourd on his right.

Sure enough, they came up empty-handed.

Surely all three treasures aren't "visible but untouchable"?

This is ridiculous!

He took a deep breath and grabbed the token in the middle.

Amidst its icy coldness and hardness, a hint of warmth lingers.

It really was fake... Hmm?

Liu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked down, he saw a black token lying quietly in his palm.

It is neither gold nor wood, neither stone nor jade, and its composition is unknown.

It is as soft as leather, as cold and hard as metal on all sides, and as warm and lustrous as jade when the characters are engraved in the middle.

The black background with gold lettering features only the ancient seal character "令" on the front and the four characters "清源妙道" on the back. The edges are decorated with carvings of birds, beasts, and flowers, creating a natural and lifelike effect.

The moment he picked up the token, the hall trembled slightly.

The next moment, a loud shout came from behind—

"Put down the Qingyuan Order!"

(End of this chapter)