Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

Chapter 261 Thinking of the Sword

[Successfully fed the Crimson Serpent using Mist Beast Essence, gaining 40000 Essence Points!]

[Successfully fed the Golden-Winged Eagle using Mist Beast Essence, gaining 40000 Essence Points!]

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As the system notification sounded, Yu Changsheng was slightly surprised, then his smile widened.

"It seems that the essence of the Blood Moon Wolf Mist Beasts that were devoured by the Blood Moon Wolf King was not wasted and was also included in the calculation. This gives me 80,000 essence points. Good, good, good."

Yu Changsheng smiled, his eyes subtly shifting as he observed the Crimson Serpent and the Golden-Winged Eagle.

After the Crimson Serpent and the Golden-Winged Eagle swallowed the essence of the Mist Beast, their bodies rapidly emitted a fierce red light. As their bodies heated up, their cultivation bottlenecks shook, and their cultivation levels rose rapidly. A moment later, the aura on the two beasts reached its peak. With a muffled crack, an invisible wave spread out from them, and two white lights flashed.

[The Crimson Serpent has successfully advanced to the fifth level of the second tier, gaining 10000 Essence Points!]

The Golden-Winged Eagle has successfully advanced to level five, gaining 10000 Essence Points!

Feeling the cultivation energy flowing back into his body, Yu Changsheng was overjoyed and in a great mood.

"I got 100,000 essence points in one go this time. Great! Give me more of these Blood Moon Wolf Kings. It's worth all the effort I put in. Not bad, it was worth it."

Yu Changsheng nodded to himself, feeling his cultivation level continuously advancing several times, and pondered for a moment.

"The further I go, the slower my spiritual platform solidifies. Now, all three of my tamed beasts have reached the fifth level of the second tier, but my spiritual platform has only just reached less than 70% of that level..."

Yu Changsheng clicked his tongue inwardly, glanced at the sky, shook his head with a hint of helplessness:

"However, my cultivation speed is not slow. I'll take it slow. I hope I can still gain something from this secret realm."

At this moment, the night faded, and the dark red sky gradually brightened. Although it was still dim and red, it felt less gloomy, and the iconic blood moon quietly disappeared.

The surrounding mist enveloped them again, completely transforming from dark red to white. Perhaps due to the intimidating effect of the battle between Yu Changsheng and the Blood Moon Wolf King, no other entity launched an attack on Yu Changsheng.

Yu Changsheng glanced around, took out two pills to recover, and maintained his peak condition. With vigilance, he continued to walk deeper into the area.

"One day of the three-day period has already passed; we need to speed things up."

Yu Changsheng slowly exhaled and pondered for a moment. The three spirit beasts circled around him, exploring each other's paths.

This white mist was extremely vast, unlike the previous two white mists that Yu Changsheng had observed, which gradually dissipated after nearly wiping out the mist beasts within them. The destruction of the Blood Moon Wolf Pack had virtually no impact on this white mist.

"It would be great if we encountered another pack of Blood Moon Wolves, a type of mist beast."

Within the white mist, Yu Changsheng led three spirit beasts forward, muttering to himself. However, he also knew that mist beasts like the Blood Moon Wolf Pack were ultimately rare, and encountering one was already quite good. At the same time, one's own strength had to be sufficient; otherwise, encountering one might not be an opportunity but rather a disaster.

Along the way, we did encounter some mist beasts here and there, so the gains were still quite optimistic.

The concentration of the white fog is not constant; it varies depending on the region. In some areas, it is so thick that it is invisible to the naked eye, making it difficult to walk, while in other areas, it is so thin that it is close to the water, with only a thin layer.

For example, at this moment, the white mist near Yu Changsheng was very thin, and with the gentle breeze, the true face of Mount Lu was revealed.

"Buzz..."

Yu Changsheng raised an eyebrow in surprise, focused his divine sense and probed forward. The white mist was sparse, and a breeze, from who knows where, blew slowly, carrying a hazy mist like clouds. What appeared before him was a huge stone forest, roughly estimated to be tens of thousands of acres in size.

The towering rocks pierce the sky, resembling mountain ranges. They stand upright in strange shapes, with jagged, craggy rocks like swords and sharp edges. The ancient patterns on them reveal the traces of time.

The most eye-catching feature is the stone peak in the center, whose upper part has been neatly cut off in half, revealing a smooth surface that looks more like it was man-made than natural.

"Such intense sword intent..."

Yu Changsheng exhaled, his eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the stinging pain in his mind, and his consciousness contracted slightly.

"Were all cut in half by a single sword strike?"

Yu Changsheng pondered for a moment, and after confirming that there was no danger around, he walked forward and gently stroked the smooth surface of one of the stone peaks, his expression somewhat surprised.

It is unknown how long this stone peak has existed here, but under Yu Changsheng's divine sense, he can still feel the sword marks left on the stone peak, as well as the faint sound of swords echoing. It is as if it has returned from ancient times, resounding through the clouds. Despite the erosion of time, it can still make people feel the sharp sword intent.

"What kind of strength is needed to unleash such a sword strike... and the marks still remain to this day?"

Yu Changsheng frowned. The golden-winged eagle soared high, transmitting the scenery it saw to Yu Changsheng, allowing him to see the terrain more clearly. It covered tens of thousands of acres, with scattered stone peaks, many of which had collapsed, and the rest looked like they were about to fall.

On the ground, there were countless broken stones. After a moment's thought, Yu Changsheng walked deeper into the stone forest. Here, the white mist was much thinner, and there was more cloud and mist, which added countless fairyland charms.

"Buzzing..."

The further they went, the stronger the sound of swords rang in their ears became. The sword intent in the void was about to be unleashed, transforming into a spiritual thorn that was almost tangible, pressing down on their soul.

Fortunately, Yu Changsheng's soul was strong, and this residual aura had virtually no effect on him.

"This is... Sijian Cliff?"

After an incense stick had burned, Yu Changsheng stopped. The sword intent here was at its peak, in his perception.

Here, an enormous cliff, comparable to a mountain cliff, with a smooth surface, clearly cleaved by a sword, stands firm. At its top, the three characters "Si Jian Ya" (思剑崖) are carved with a sword in a vigorous and elegant style.

Even more so, the boundless sword intent emanates from the characters, seemingly tangible, suppressing the void and buzzing, its sharpness remaining unchanged through the years.

Yu Changsheng pondered for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, focused his divine sense on a single point, and attached it to the Sword-Thinking Cliff. In an instant, a soaring sword suddenly rushed out of his mind, its incomparable momentum slashing towards him!

"hiss……"

Yu Changsheng felt a sharp pain and quickly severed the wisp of divine thought. He was breathing heavily, and his face was already deathly pale.

"What astonishing sword intent!"

After a long while, Yu Changsheng took a deep breath and finally suppressed the feeling of palpitation.

If the wind had a shape, what would it be?

Yu Changsheng didn't know that the wind, which is formless and intangible, blows past and then disappears without a trace, but at this moment the wind at Sijian Cliff carried a different meaning.

"Huff...huff...huff..."

The wind howls, carrying the vicissitudes of history, mixed with the chaotic cries of swords, like an old man weathered by time, unwilling to let the stories of this place fade away and disappear into the years, slowly telling them bit by bit, as if weeping and lamenting.

Yu Changsheng remained calm as he gently touched the smooth stone wall. The sword marks that remained had mostly faded away and posed no danger.

This Sword Contemplation Cliff is vast, stretching as far as the eye can see. Due to the residual sword essence, Yu Changsheng dared not release his divine sense rashly. He could only move lightly, taking one step at a time, and follow the Sword Contemplation Cliff downwards.

"Who is this...?"

After walking for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Yu Changsheng slowly stopped. In front of him, leaning against a rock, stood a skeleton, its body devoid of flesh and blood, only bones remaining, covered with the marks of history. The skull had empty eye sockets, gazing into the distance at Sijian Cliff.

Yu Changsheng pondered for a moment, and after confirming that there was no danger around, he walked forward to observe carefully.

Because of the ever-present sword intent at Sijian Cliff, even though the owner of this corpse may have had a high level of cultivation, it was still difficult for his physical body to remain intact under these circumstances.

Now, all that's left is a skeleton, which at first glance looks rather eerie and terrifying.

Besides the skeleton, there was a storage bag placed quietly at the foot of the body.

Yu Changsheng took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to the skeleton, and carefully picked up the storage bag.

"Although I do not know who you are, you must be a senior of my Myriad Manifestations Sect to be able to appear in this Illusionary Mist Beast Valley. I am an inner disciple of the Beast Taming Peak of the Myriad Manifestations Sect. I apologize for my presumptuous visit. I hope you will not blame me if you are alive."

Yu Changsheng muttered to himself, a hint of anticipation in his eyes, as he channeled a wisp of magic into his fingers and slowly opened the storage bag.

This storage bag had been around for countless years, and its internal space was extremely unstable and on the verge of collapse. So much so that Yu Changsheng had to be very careful and gentle when he opened it.

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With a divine sense probe, the contents of the storage bag were clearly visible.

Inside, there were piles of spirit stones, like small mountains, radiating a dazzling spiritual light. At a cursory glance, there were probably hundreds of thousands of them.

Yu Changsheng exhaled as he shifted his gaze from Spirit Stone Mountain and looked at other things.

The remaining items, just some bottles and jars, were mostly empty. The pills inside, under the marks of time, either lost all their medicinal effects or dissipated into ashes, leaving nothing behind.

"What a pity, such a fine elixir." Yu Changsheng shook his head, sighed softly, and looked somewhat regretful.

As an alchemist, he could roughly tell what the other pills were just by the smell of the remaining pills; they were all valuable pills.

However, it could not withstand the erosion of time.

After exhaling, Yu Changsheng didn't pay much attention to it and continued looking. Apart from that, there was only one cultivation technique.

"Refining Divine Skill..."

Yu Changsheng pondered for a moment, then took out the cultivation manual to examine it. He slowly turned the pages, his brows furrowing before a smile appeared on his face.

"Since it's a follow-up technique to the Divine Refinement Technique, that's good. This trip was worthwhile."

Within the cultivation technique lies the intermediate level of the Divine Refining Technique. Currently, Yu Changsheng only possesses the upper volume of the Divine Refining Technique, which at most allows him to cultivate to the peak of the Golden Core stage.

In other words, even if Yu Changsheng continued to add points, he could only support himself to break through to the peak of the Golden Core stage and then could not advance further, because the upper limit of the first volume of the Refining God Technique was just that.

For Yu Changsheng, obtaining the subsequent Refining Spirit Technique ahead of schedule was indeed an unexpected surprise.

"Now, it's enough for me to cultivate to the Purple Mansion level. To possess a cultivation technique like the Divine Refining Technique, it seems that he is indeed a senior from the Beast Taming Peak of my Myriad Manifestations Sect."

Yu Changsheng smiled slightly, put away the Refining Divine Skill, thought for a moment, and then bowed to the skeleton again.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. I don't know who you are, senior, but since we've met, let your soul return to its homeland. It's quite frightening to be exposed all the time."

Yu Changsheng looked serious, his fingers flashing with sharpness, and he began to dig downwards. Before long, a fairly spacious pit appeared.

"Done."

Brushing the dirt off his body, Yu Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, looking at the skeleton and following its tilted head to Si Jianya.

“Eh…”

Yu Changsheng was surprised and slowly moved forward, only to see in a corner of Sijian Cliff that lines of small characters were engraved on it, inconspicuous.

Curious, Yu Changsheng focused and read it aloud in a low voice.

"That was the first time I encountered that mountain, so naturally I couldn't listen to any good advice."

"I firmly believed that I could overcome all obstacles. There were many beautiful sights along the way, but I never stopped to look at them. My eyes were only on that mountain. Even if I crashed into it and got hurt, I felt like I must be crazy."

"But I just really wanted to climb that mountain, but most people in this world return empty-handed, feeling disheartened..."

"Every ray of moonlight I lost was something I deserved to lose, and every ray of starlight I gained was something I deserved to receive."

"Since then, years have passed. Mountains are mountains, and I am me. My greatest sincerity was to do what I knew was impossible, but who gets to define what is possible and what is impossible?"

The handwriting is neat and beautiful, but between the lines it reveals a stubbornness and a hint of regret.

"Knowing it's impossible, yet still doing it..."

Yu Changsheng remained silent, then glanced back at the skeleton. Clearly, the words on the skeleton were written by him before his death.

After a moment, Yu Changsheng shook his head, sighed softly, and continued to look down.

Beside and below this line of text, there is another line of text, but the font is newer and the lines are completely different, clearly written by another person.

"That would send us to the deepest levels of hell... you fool..."

There is only one short line, which is a response to the previous text, and there are no other traces.

"He wouldn't even let you keep his remains."

Yu Changsheng exhaled, glanced at it, muttered something, then turned around and carefully picked up the skeleton, placing it into the dug pit before slowly filling it in.

"This is better than being naked."

"Having received such a kindness, I can offer a small helping hand, which will make me feel much more at ease."

After doing all this, Yu Changsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. In the cultivation world, everything is about cause and effect. Since he had taken the other person's things, Yu Changsheng naturally did this simple favor as well.

(End of this chapter)