Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

Refining Heart Lake is a renowned place in the Heavenly Realm.

It is both a dangerous place that people fear and a treasure land that countless cultivators yearn for.

The lake is ominous because its waters can stir up the deepest delusions and fears in a cultivator's heart, weaving a convincing illusion of inner demons. Those who become addicted to it will suffer damage to their Dao heart at best, and death and dissipation at worst.

The treasure lies in the fact that if a cultivator senses that a demon is about to arise, they can actively use the power of the lake water to materialize the demon in advance and draw it out of their body, thus having the opportunity to eliminate it in one fell swoop and prevent future troubles.

In short, it is a double-edged sword.

If used well, it can eliminate inner demons and advance one's spiritual path; if used poorly, it can lead to being devoured by inner demons and eternal damnation.

Qin Le stood on the shore of Lianxin Lake. The lake water was crystal clear, with no fish or aquatic plants in sight, only a tranquil and serene expanse.

He crouched down, and with a hint of curiosity, reached out to touch the lake water that countless immortals and gods feared.

The instant your fingertips touch the cold water surface—

hum!

An invisible wave, centered on his fingertip, swept across the entire lake surface in an instant!

The next moment, Qin Le's eyes widened.

The vast and boundless Refining Heart Lake before my eyes transformed in the blink of an eye into a frozen, ten-thousand-mile-long world of crystal!

The lake surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds without a ripple.

As for Qin Le himself... he felt nothing at all.

There were no illusions, no inner demons, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation. It was as if he had touched not the waters of the Heart-Refining Lake that could trigger inner demons, but an ordinary piece of ice.

"What...what the hell is going on?!" Qin Le was a little confused. He withdrew his finger and looked at the huge lake that was completely frozen in front of him, speechless for a moment.

Just then, a voice with a helpless smile came from above.

"Little Lele, you really have... a lot of free time."

The little clay figure Nuwa had somehow gotten up and sat on his head, reaching out her tiny hand to gently tap his forehead.

She didn't even need to ask. Qin Le came here simply to test whether her Dao heart was stable enough.

But the problem is—how could the Dao heart of someone who can comprehend the Dao of time, space and creation be unstable?

To some extent, the ability to reach the level of the Dao, and the stability of one's Dao heart, is itself an invisible threshold.

Qin Le may seem lazy on the surface, and he always says he's clinging to powerful figures, but his resolve is far stronger than what the Refining Heart Lake can test.

The instant freezing of the entire Refining Heart Lake was the limit that the Refining Heart Lake itself could withstand, not Qin Le's limit.

"I was just a little curious... I never expected it to turn out like this."

Qin Le touched his nose and chuckled awkwardly, but a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

He truly lacks a clear understanding of his own strengths in many aspects.

Regarding combat strength, I gained a preliminary understanding through sparring with Chen Yun and the others. However, only now did I have a direct feel for the stability of my Dao heart—

That's ridiculously strong.

"Alright, this place is no use to you. Go play somewhere else." The little clay figure Nuwa tapped him again and floated down from the top of her head to his front.

"Other places... I don't know where to go either." Qin Le spread his hands, somewhat troubled. "The Heavenly Realm is so vast, the places to visit are either boring or I might cause trouble. Mother Nuwa, could you recommend some places?"

"I can't describe it." The little clay figure Nuwa shook her head, her tone tinged with helplessness: "I've been away from the Three Realms for countless millennia. Those landscapes from back then have probably changed long ago, or even disappeared altogether."

"Then... Mother Nuwa, didn't you leave behind any cave dwellings or treasures in the Three Realms back then?" Qin Le asked with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Although the external objects were of little use to him, the process of treasure hunting itself was very interesting.

Unfortunately, in this state of war, the opportunities and legacies left behind by the gods in the celestial realm in their early years have been mostly dug up and used as strategic resources, making it extremely difficult to find any leftovers.

"Yes," the little clay figure Nuwa nodded, her tone flat.

"Where?!" Qin Le's eyes lit up.

"But that's considered my boudoir." Nuwa glanced at him and said slowly, "Are you sure... you want to go in and 'hunt for treasure'?"

Qin Le immediately shook her head vigorously: "Then forget it!"

He just wanted to have some fun, not to do anything reckless.

Searching for treasure in Nuwa's boudoir?

I'm afraid I'll have to experience a complete physical memory erasure package.

"Don't even think about it, I don't have anything good to leave you." The little clay figure Nuwa laughed at his cowardly look and tapped his head again: "You might as well go and wander around the places where the blacksmith and those two guys who take random drugs used to hang out. Maybe... you can find some 'scraps' that they don't care about."

"Hmm?" Qin Le's eyes lit up again: "Those two seniors... left something behind?"

"Yes," the little clay figure Nuwa affirmed. "The blacksmith's former weapon-forging workshop, the alchemy room and private medicine garden used by the one who took medicine indiscriminately, are still in the Three Realms. They're just hidden quite deep, and ordinary people can't find them."

Given their level, even if it's just scrap or leftover material that they consider useless, it would probably be an incredible treasure to the current celestial cultivators.

"Where is Mother Nuwa?!" Qin Le immediately perked up.

Even if we don't need it ourselves, it's good to find it to enhance the Heavenly Realm's combat power.

The little clay figure of Nuwa smiled, raised her tiny hand, and pointed to a certain direction deep within the sea of ​​clouds:

"This way. At your current speed... it should take about two days to get there."

"Alright!"

Qin Le's spirits lifted, and his figure instantly appeared high in the sky. He locked onto the direction and began a series of spatial shifts, speeding towards his target.

Watching Qin Le's enthusiastic, childlike figure as if he were about to dig for treasure, the little clay figure Nuwa shook her head and chuckled before returning to Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness.

Two consecutive days of non-stop space jumps.

Qin Le finally stopped above what appeared to be an ordinary sea of ​​clouds.

Without Nuwa's prompting, he had already sensed the abnormal fluctuations hidden in another layer of spacetime in the space ahead through the Great Dao of Time and Space.

It's the weapon-refining workshop that Chi You once used!

With a thought, he passed through the space-time barrier without any hindrance and fell into it.

The view before me suddenly opened up.

It's less of a workshop and more of a forest clearing surrounded by huge ancient trees.

In the center of the open space, there was only one stone house, carved from a single piece of black stone, with a rough and simple style.

Around the stone house grew dozens of towering trees whose names Qin Le couldn't recall at all. Their trunks required several people to encircle them, and their branches and leaves blocked out the sky, exuding an ancient and magnificent aura of life.

Qin Le's knowledge was considered extensive in the mortal realm, but in this celestial realm, it was completely insufficient when faced with these wondrous trees that Chi You had left in his backyard.

It's too high-class; he doesn't even recognize it.

He had just landed on the stone path in the center of the open space, and before he could even take a closer look, a strange thing happened.

rustling --

slam-la-

Suddenly, all the towering trees around them began to move without wind, their branches and leaves shaking violently!

Immediately afterwards, branches and leaves shimmering with various colors of spiritual light, as if controlled by an invisible hand, fluttered down from the treetops, but did not fall to the ground. Instead, they gathered in mid-air and finally drifted down neatly in front of Qin Le, piling up into a small mountain.

At the same time, a series of aged, deep voices, filled with a sense of relief, rang directly in Qin Le's ears:

"Little guy, hurry up and take it! After all these years, you can finally give yourself a new look!"

"Exactly! That roughneck Chi You ran off after the fight, without even bothering to come back and quell the unrest!"

"That feels so good, I feel so much better now..."

"..."

Qin Le looked at the pile of branches and leaves in front of him, which were clearly not ordinary and exuded spiritual energy. He listened to the giant trees' conversation, which was full of rudeness about their original owner. He couldn't help but twitch his lips.

But he was quick and immediately waved his hand to put the small mountain into his storage ring.

Then, facing the giant trees around him that seemed much more relaxed, their branches and leaves unfurled, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said with a smile in a loud voice:

"Thank you all, seniors!"