This Dao Ancestor is too young.

The spirit stones, jade slips, and magical artifacts were divided into three piles and placed in front of him.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze swept over the various spiritual objects, finally settling on the magical artifacts.

There was an earthen-yellow altar-like object and a palm-sized bronze mirror.

He stretched out his palm, gently grasped the altar, and pulled it in front of him to examine it closely.

The altar was no bigger than the palm of your hand, and its edges were engraved with extremely intricate patterns.

With a thought, magical power slowly flowed into his dantian, allowing him to perceive the quality of the artifact.

A look of surprise flashed across Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes in an instant.

"A mid-grade magic weapon!"

Compared to low-grade magic artifacts, mid-grade magic artifacts are much more precious, and only cultivators at the fourth level of Qi Refining can unleash their full power.

He hadn't expected the three major families to have such a rich history.

At this moment, the young man did not hesitate. His inner power surged forth, and he devoted himself to refining the altar.

The altar trembled slightly, and streaks of earthy yellow light burst forth, spreading out and brushing across the inside and outside of the pavilion.

As magical power continued to flow in, the altar trembled more and more violently, and it was unclear how much time had passed.

The boy gently tapped the altar with his slightly bent knuckles.

Ding~

With the clang of metal striking metal, the altar stopped trembling, slowly rose and hovered overhead, casting down strands of earthy yellow light, carrying a sense of weight.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm and lightly touched the halo of light, feeling a resilient sensation.

"The thick earthen altar is not bad!"

The boy chanted the name of the ritual implement, raised his hand, pulled down the implement, and put it into his storage bag.

Then, he focused his gaze on the bronze mirror.

A thought crossed my mind.

A stream of water formed and wrapped around the bronze mirror, pulling it in front of him. After careful observation, the boy made a judgment.

Inferior Buddhist implements.

Without hesitation, magical power surged in, and the refining process began again.

These magical artifacts will all be transformed into their own essence, becoming resources for slaying demonic cultivators.

After the bronze mirror was completely refined, Zhang Yuanzhu finally glanced at the remaining two piles of spiritual objects.

He estimated that the small pile of spirit stones on the ground contained about a hundred stones, which were of great value.

As for jade slips, ancient books...

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he casually picked up a jade slip and pressed it against his brow.

Qian's Miscellaneous Notes!

The abyss is vast, connecting with the spirits and demons, where even feathers cannot land, and it is often a gathering place for ghosts and monsters... Jiao Yuan City is close to the abyss, attracting cultivators and mortals, hence its name.

This is a miscellaneous record explaining the origin of Jiao Yuan City. It mentions the Abyss and the Netherworld, as well as many things he had never heard of before, and is like a storybook about gods and ghosts.

The young man slowly lowered his hand that was holding the jade slip, his eyes deep and profound.

Neither the present nor the future memories ever mentioned the underworld or the netherworld, but the mysterious disappearance of the remnant soul in the Green Snake Village, and the description in the jade slip in the palm of the hand.

It seems that a place exists in this world where the souls of the dead find their final resting place.

But if it truly exists, the invincible Great Ancestor who dominates heaven and earth and reigns supreme throughout history will surely make a trip there to make up for the regrets in his heart.

However, the version of himself in his future memories had never been to that unknown place.

Is it a memory problem, or something else?

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes grew increasingly deep, and a thousand thoughts surged in his mind.

Call ~

With a light exhale, the young man cleared his mind of distracting thoughts.

He's only at the Qi Refining stage; these things are too far removed from his reality, and thinking about them is pointless.

What he needs to do most now is to increase his strength, slay demons, and step by step ascend to the end of the Great Dao to achieve his own Great Dao.

Zhang Yuanzhu flipped his hand, put away the jade slip, and continued to peruse the ancient books and jade slips.

Most of it consisted of landscapes and a few spells, such as Earth Spike and Entangling Spells, which were better than nothing to him.

Until a tattered jade slip was held in his palm, the boy felt a throbbing in the depths of his heart.

He knew that this jade slip could activate the supernatural power "Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns".

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hand, pressed the jade slip against his brow, and the lines of writing entered his heart.

The "Moonlight Protection Technique" draws moonlight to temper flesh and blood, refine the body, and protect the self...

The boy was completely absorbed in this unique spell.

This is both a protective spell and a mysterious technique for tempering the body, but it is more inclined to draw in moonlight to resist attacks.

It took Zhang Yuanzhu a long time to recover from the spell.

Whispering in my heart:

A grand dream spanning a thousand autumns!

In an instant, the attic began to blur, and when it became clear again, what appeared before my eyes was a dilapidated thatched hut and a figure sleeping inside.

The house was surrounded by overgrown weeds, suggesting that only one person lived there.

Zhang Yuanzhu did not choose to enter the other party's body, but instead revealed his true form.

A gentle breeze blew by, and a handsome young man carrying a magic sword appeared not far from the house.

The moment the boy appeared, the sleeping figure in the house suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and looked outside.

Their gazes met in mid-air, but they didn't exchange many words.

Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward, his pace quickening until he was running.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the figure inside the house, raising his arm and spreading his five fingers.

then.

It was pressed down with a bang.

A deafening roar filled the air, like thunder exploding!

At the same time, a fist covered in silver gauze pressed against the boy's palm.

clang!

The collision of flesh produced a metallic clanging sound.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the figure in front of him, bathed in moonlight and exuding a powerful aura, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

It should be noted that he had already consumed four essence blood pills, and even without cultivating body-refining techniques, his physical body was still considered outstanding among those of the same realm.

Now he was being blocked by a cultivator whose cultivation level was only slightly higher than his own, and judging from the other party's aura, he was at the same level of Qi Refining.

really...

"That's so delightful!"

The boy laughed loudly, his five fingers slightly bent, like five sharp swords, and he pressed down rapidly.

Raise the free hand, clench the fist, and strike upwards with a thunderous roar.

Each punch was heavier than the last, each palm strike faster than the last; the two fought fiercely, relying solely on their physical bodies.

Clang! Clang! Clang! ......

Amidst the sounds of rapid collisions, the figure shrouded in moonlight retreated continuously.

Numerous cracks appeared in the ground beneath their feet, raising dust, which was then instantly suppressed by an overwhelming force.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the retreating yet undefeated figure, his fighting spirit burning even brighter.

Extend your arm forward horizontally, and change your fingers and palm five times in an instant.

With each change, the roars of wild beasts echoed, like the hiss of snakes, the howl of bears, and the cry of swallows...

He took a step, he threw a punch!

At that moment, the boy's fist pierced the moonlight like a sharp sword and struck his opponent's heart.

All counterattacks came to an abrupt halt, the moonlight shattered with a crash, revealing a middle-aged man with graying hair.

Blood continued to trickle from the man's mouth as he stared intently at the tall, slender figure who stood with his fists clenched.

"Excellent boxing skills, excellent swordsmanship!"

With a hoarse cry, the figure collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his eyes, gazing at the mangled fists, then looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and exclaimed in admiration:

"You fought me for twenty-seven rounds against someone of the same cultivation level; fellow Daoist, you're not bad!"

As they whispered, the surrounding scenery began to blur and fragment.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Yuanzhu was back in the pavilion, and all his injuries had disappeared.

His eyes burned as he gazed intently at the ancient jade slip in his palm, the Bodhi tree swaying deep within his soul, and his supernatural powers erupting once more.