There are no ancestors at all; I made them all up.

Chapter 111 Fire Pill [Second Update]

Women in palace dresses are very efficient.

Chen Qinggang incorporated the few strands of Dao traces newly acquired by his temporary disciples and nephews into the Dao Evolution Record. The communication talisman on the desk in the quiet room then hummed, its spiritual light flowing and condensing into a line of words—

"Sect Leader Chen, the list is ready. Please activate the talisman to receive it. There are two other matters I would like to inform you of, please take note."

The handwriting is delicate and beautiful, and it is indeed the work of An Ning, a woman in a palace dress.

"Buzz!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the space beside the communication talisman rippled slightly, and a palm-sized jade talisman appeared out of thin air, hovering quietly.

Chen Qing reached out and took it; the moment his divine sense touched it, a massive amount of information flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness!

Illustrations of elixirs, rare and precious spiritual materials, secret cultivation techniques, illustrations of magical artifacts...

Categorized into numerous categories, the collection is vast and complex, with many entries marked with phrases such as "Remnants of the Immortal Dynasty," "Remnants of the Meteorite Era," "Remnants of Chaos and Turmoil," and "Fragments of Ancient Methods," clearly indicating their exceptional value and rarity.

Unfortunately, they only have names and brief descriptions.

His mind raced like lightning, and his divine sense locked onto the names of several ancient scroll fragments related to "breaking the core and disintegrating the body" and "exploding the soul" from the vast ocean of the list, imprinting their brief descriptions in his mind.

These methods are extremely dangerous, often resulting in the destruction of one's spiritual foundation and the annihilation of one's soul. They are considered unorthodox methods, and although few in number, they do exist.

In addition, he also saw several books on fortune and cultivation methods, one of which was called "Faith Leads to Success". Its introduction stated directly: "If you do not believe in any method of cultivating fortune, it will have no effect. If you do practice it, you will be constrained."

"Does this mean that those who do not believe and do not practice will not be bound by so-called destiny, and the more they pay attention to it and the more they practice, the more they will be disturbed? It seems to be a matter of belief: if you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't. In this light, this path should indeed be kept at a distance."

Just then, an inconspicuous appendix deep within the jade talisman caught Chen Qing's attention—

This list was compiled by Xuanjuan Pavilion.

Then comes a brief introduction to the Xuanjuan Pavilion, which is said to have been built by the founding emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty when he collected the relics and lost ancient scrolls of his predecessors. Only those with outstanding merits and special permission from the central government could enter.

"A department specifically for recording past relics and ancient scrolls? I can directly enter the past through dreams, so I don't lack cultivation techniques, but if I could comprehend even a fraction of the subsequent historical context, it would be of great use." Chen Qing's eyes narrowed slightly. "But the entry qualifications..."

Just as he was pondering, the communication talisman lit up again, and An Ning's voice rang out, carrying a hint of solemnity: "Sect Leader Chen, the list contains many secrets. It was obtained through special handling by Envoy Su and by smoothing things over from top to bottom. I hope you will be careful and not let it be spread outside." She paused, and her tone turned to a reminder, "There are two other things I've heard that you may need to pay attention to."

Chen Qing immediately said seriously, "Fellow Daoist, please speak."

"Firstly, since the sect leader left Wanghai City, Erqing, the young master of Cangming Water Mansion, has been inviting many eminent Buddhist monks, seemingly seeking Buddhist power to suppress the fire poison in his body. Sect leader, rest assured, if he causes any more trouble because of the flag compatibility issue, the Zhenhai Division will step in to handle it."

Chen Qing nodded.

“Secondly,” An Ning’s voice lowered slightly, “Yue Qingxiao of Fengxi Sword Pavilion has been trying to find out about the sect leader. This man has a pure sword heart, acts stubbornly, and has made meritorious contributions to the border defense. The court cannot overly obstruct his inquiries. He may personally visit Mingxia. The sect leader should keep an eye on him.”

"Alright, thank you for informing me, fellow Daoist."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing understood.

"Su Zhijin specially arranged to send this list as a gesture of goodwill, and this favor should be noted. As for the Water Mansion and the Sword Pavilion..."

His mind was as clear as a mirror.

"As the Five Elements cycle and the Metal element flourishes, the Way of the Sword will surely rise! The Cangming Water Palace is rooted in water, and although it has a rich foundation, its weight is no longer what it used to be. The court will naturally tighten its tolerance towards it. If Erqing is wise, he should know that it is not advisable to make any more enemies now, especially those cultivators who have condensed their Yin Spirit and displayed the sharpness of the Way of the Sword when the Metal element first rose."

"As for Yue Qingxiao," Chen Qing recalled the man, "his probing of me was nothing more than the sword strike outside the withered bamboo forest that stirred his fighting spirit, and he wanted to use me as a whetstone? Well, that depends on whether I have the time to play along with him to prove it."

With this thought in mind, he put the jade talisman into his sleeve and put away all his distracting thoughts.

"Nothing is more important than one's own affairs. Now that we have the list, the next step is to collect some ancient forbidden techniques. Fortunately, I happen to know a place where ancient scrolls are stored!"

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his thoughts as still as water.

White mist surged, and the Taoist scroll hung in the air.

Chen Qing stood before the Daoyanlu, turned to the page of "Chen Xu", and pressed down with his hand!
Divine thoughts spread out like a net in an instant!
The will that resonated with the venerable name of "Hidden Star True Lord" then manifested one after another!
Across the land, a few scattered sensations surfaced in my mind, much fainter than before, leaving only five or six weak sparks, some of which were as feeble as candles flickering in the wind.

"The incense offerings may be as numerous as the tide, but they will eventually recede."

Chen Qing immediately understood that the hype surrounding "Hidden Star True Monarch" was beginning to subside, and he was no longer attracting the attention he had when he first manifested.

"It's not a bad thing for me."

Ignoring those faint sensations, his divine sense moved like lightning, swiftly locking onto the most familiar and precise location—

Lux slave!
Thoughts, like an invisible bridge, descend with a thunderous roar!

On the altar, the strongman slave, who was repeatedly chanting the name of the revered one, paused slightly. His empty eyes trembled very slightly before returning to lifelessness, like a stubborn stone.

Before long, footsteps sounded outside the stone gate, and the figure of a middle-aged scholar appeared.

He walked up to Lishinu, his gaze sweeping over his face before finally letting out a long sigh, tinged with helplessness and self-mockery.

"Alas! It seems I have failed again. If I could communicate with the Venerable Sovereign and know some of the past events of the Immortal Dynasty to relieve my pent-up frustrations, why would I hesitate to offer sacrifices? Even if it were meteorite iron or the cold marrow of the Nine Netherworlds, as long as it is in the Remnant Scrolls Pavilion, I would give it all!"

His tone was earnest, as if he were confiding in someone, or perhaps talking to himself.

After saying a few words, the scholar flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked away, saying, "That's enough for today. Follow me."

As soon as they finished speaking, the master and servant left the altar.

This time, the middle-aged scholar did not go to the same stone chamber as before.

He passed through several layers of strict restrictions and entered a more magnificent stone hall.

There were no books inside the hall, only stone tablets fixed to the four walls by black iron supports.

The stele is mottled, covered with marks of chiseling, burning, and water erosion. Most of the inscriptions are incomplete and illegible, exuding an air of decay and age. “This is the ‘Xuanyuan Remnant Stele Pavilion’,” the scholar’s ​​voice echoed in the empty stone hall. “It contains many broken steles and inscriptions from the Immortal Dynasty, mostly rescued from the ruins of the Jade Capital and the land of chaos.”

"Oh? There are actually many records of celestial dynasties?"

Chen Qing's divine sense was attached to the strongman slave, his gaze sweeping over the huge stone tablets, trying his best to capture useful information. However, after "looking" around, most of the fragmented information was incomplete, lacking any historical reference, and therefore unusable.

However, there were two broken steles that caught his attention!

First, there was a massive black jade stele, only half of which remained. The ancient seal script on it was powerful and domineering, exuding an air of absolute self-importance. The contents of the stele, however, made Chen Qing's heart sink—

"...The Taiyi True Palace, inheriting the mandate of Heaven and holding the key to creation, commands the Palace Master to gather the fortunes of the eight directions and forge the foundation for immortality for all ages! Mountains and rivers are the chessboard, all living beings are the pieces, spiritual veins are extracted to forge the Nine Cauldrons, and ranks are determined to bind all spirits. This is the foundation for condensing the 'Dao Fruit Immortal Register,' benefiting the Immortal Dynasty and bringing lasting merit. Furthermore, it is the foundation for rebuilding the Gate of the Mysterious Female..."

The inscription ends abruptly here, the broken section appearing as if it had been violently shattered by a tremendous force.

"Isn't this exactly what Emperor Taijing was doing with the reduction of spiritual essence and the determination of rank? Taiyi Dao Palace was actually the executor? It seems that this sect is deeply involved with the Immortal Dynasty! However, what do this 'Dao Fruit Immortal Register' and 'Rebuilding the Gate of Mysterious Female' represent? Is there a deeper scheme behind the reduction of spiritual essence?"

Chen Qing had too little information to make a judgment, so he turned his attention to another relatively intact gray-white stone tablet.

The deep inscriptions on this stele record a horrifying event:
"...In the Immortal Dynasty Era, a demon from beyond the realm descended, and a black tide swept across the sky, obscuring the lands of three continents! The 'Taiyin Sect' offered a sacrifice, with the blood and souls of over ten thousand disciples as a guide, and the sect leader, carrying the sect's most treasured artifact, the 'Taiyin Soul-Slaying Banner,' plunged into the sea, ultimately sealing the sea eye. However, the Taiyin lineage was also severed from that moment on..."

Beside the inscription, there is a simple engraving: in the midst of a raging black tide, a giant banner flutters, and countless figures merge into the banner, rushing towards a huge whirlpool.

"lunar……"

Chen Qing focused his mind slightly. Due to the change in his foundation, the second body in his dream did not receive the Great Harmony Qi during the foundation building process, but rather a cold and yin Qi, which he named "Taiyin Qi".

"A coincidence? But in the path of cultivation, coincidences often hold profound secrets. A demon from beyond the realm has descended..."

After some thought, he felt a little heavy-hearted.

"The stone chamber here is filled with steles documenting past events; there are no methods such as creating avatars or splitting the soul to forge weapons."

After regaining his senses, Chen Qing calmed his mind and recalled the purpose of his visit, inevitably feeling disappointed.

Since there is nothing needed, keeping it is of no benefit.

With a change of heart, the divine consciousness attached to the strongman receded like a tide.

Inside the stone hall, the faint spiritual fluctuation in the strongman's eyes dissipated, and deathly silence returned.

The middle-aged scholar stood silently for a long time, his gaze shifting from the strongman to the broken steles scattered throughout the hall, before letting out a deep sigh.

"Indeed, the past events, customs and people of the Immortal Dynasty are already crystal clear to that person, and are not worth a laugh."

He gazed at the dark dome of the palace roof.

"Perhaps next time I should take a stroll through the 'Forbidden Techniques Tower.' Sealed within are the forbidden techniques and secrets of inheritance from various sects and lineages that have been wiped out or confiscated. Maybe they will catch that person's eye and be revealed in their true form..."

The Immortal Dynasty, nine thousand years.

"call--"

Chen Qing suddenly opened his eyes!

I immediately felt the powerful energy in my dantian!
He focused his mind and looked inward, and saw that in the depths of his Qi Sea, nearly fifty supernatural "stars" were floating up and down, some with flowing Buddhist light, and some withered and lifeless. Their Qi was drawn together, causing the entire Qi Sea to churn like boiling water!
Furthermore, seventy-two illusory sword talismans circled and weaved around, faintly forming an array!

"Twenty years!"

Chen Qing's mind raced, and he sensed this leap in time.

boom!
The heatwave ahead is like a raging torrent crashing against the shore!

He looked up and saw a huge grotto, in the center of which was a boiling, churning sea of ​​lava!

The pungent smell of sulfur mixed with pure fire elemental energy filled every inch of space.

In the heart of the inferno, a golden elixir, its entire body ablaze with blazing white flames, floated up and down!
The white flames were incredibly domineering, radiating the true intent to incinerate all things!

Great Sun True Flame Golden Elixir!

Fragments of memory flooded back, allowing Chen Qingming to understand the cause and effect of the events leading up to him.

This elixir was severely damaged, and was extremely yang and intense. However, the external alchemy method he practiced in his dream, "The Mysterious Yin Principle," was more yin and gentle, and his physique was more in line with the yin. Forcibly incorporating it would be like ice and charcoal in a furnace, causing a backlash and making it difficult to achieve complete success.

Therefore, five years ago, the avatar in the dream deduced that only by burning and refining it day and night with the fire of the spiritual vein, using poison to fight poison, could the violent yang flame in the half-destroyed golden core be worn away, reassembled, and turned into one's own.

"After five years of forging, the fiery toxicity has subsided by eight or nine-tenths, and the essence of the golden core is about to become docile..."

As he gazed at the elixir within the magma, the various secrets he had gleaned from his dream swirled in Chen Qing's mind.

"External alchemy is also a manifestation of the Dao path. Each additional alchemy is like incorporating a rudimentary Dao path into the dantian! Without the proper methods and control, the conflict between Dao paths will lead to disaster! Therefore, a fundamental array is needed to operate, harmonize, and even control the power of various external alchemy!"

In the past five years, besides refining this pill, the body in the dream has been perfecting this array diagram. Now that Chen Qingzhu's consciousness has returned, the Tathagata talisman in his Niwan Palace is flashing. With a stroke of good fortune, he has already figured out many key points and it can be considered to have taken initial shape.

"Once this formation is complete, the main body can also utilize it to increase the protective combat power..."

"Om-"

suddenly!

The sea of ​​magma and fire suddenly collapsed inward, and the crimson gold radiance vanished!
Chen Qing's heart stirred, and he grasped with his five fingers. The golden pill in the fire broke through the lava and fell into his palm.

It feels warm to the touch, and the original fiery essence within has been refined by the earth fire, leaving only the pure and profound source of fire.

"It's done!" A glint flashed in Chen Qing's eyes as the golden core disappeared into the Qiankun in his sleeve. "Once I find the right opportunity, I can refine it into my body and make it my second external core! Sure enough, every time I naturally enter a dream, there is a crucial opportunity!"

　The third update is coming soon.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)