Humans are shrouded in mystery, using the World Tree to connect all the heavens and myriad realms.

Chapter 61, The Proving Artifact: The Primordial Divine Mark Tower! [Sixth Update]

Su Ye took a deep breath.

The Western Emperor's Secret Technique: The Innate Dao Embryo Refining Artifact Technique.

The scripture records not only the ordinary method of refining natal artifacts, but a special artifact refining technique that uses the Dao embryo and Dao rhythm as the ignition source and one's own Great Dao as the mold.

Ordinary cultivators refine weapons by "refining them with fire".

The process of refining artifacts using the innate Dao embryo is called "refining artifacts with the Dao".

Flames only provide temperature and energy; what truly shapes the immortal gold is the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth contained within the Dao Embryo.

"Take the Tao as your model, and your own body as your furnace —"

Su Ye closed his eyes, and the Daoist essence of the innate Dao embryo surged out from the depths of the sea of ​​bitterness, meeting once again with the Daoist traces of the divine purple-gold in the seven-colored flames.

A purple sea of ​​light emerged from the depths of his consciousness.

Within this sea of ​​light, he could clearly perceive every innate Dao trace within the Divine Mark Purple Gold.

Those naturally imprinted patterns were originally chaotic, like ink dots randomly scattered when the world was first created.

At this moment, guided by his divine sense, the ink dots began to move, changing from disorder to order, from scattered to array.

Just as Su Ye was about to use the shaping technique to mold the Immortal Gold Liquid into a vessel shape, an unexpected change occurred.

The World Tree sapling, which had always been quiet deep within the Sea of ​​Bitterness, suddenly trembled slightly.

A drop of golden liquid condensed from between the tender leaves of the World Tree.

That is the purest and most fundamental source of life.

Su Ye even felt that the drop of golden liquid contained the prototype of a complete world: stars, earth, ocean, living beings—everything was faintly emerging in that drop of gold.

The golden liquid detached from the World Tree, passed through the Sea of ​​Bitterness, traversed the meridians, and surged into the seven-colored flames along with his extended divine sense.

Then it was incorporated into the melting Divine Mark Purple Gold Liquid.

A faint, fine golden vein appeared deep within the purplish-gold droplet.

Those golden veins seeped into every drop of the purple-gold liquid, as if infusing the lifeless immortal gold with blood.

The purple-gold liquid suddenly began to circulate on its own.

No longer passively enduring the burning of the seven-colored flames like an inanimate object, it actively absorbs the flames and actively reorganizes its internal microstructure.

Countless tiny golden specks of light appeared in the purple-gold liquid, each speck resembling a miniature star.

Su Ye didn't have time to think about why the World Tree did this.

The opportunity to shape is fleeting.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and immediately activated the shaping secret method in the "Taoist Scripture," using the Taoist rhythm of the Taoist embryo as a guide to shape the immortal gold.

Shaping is not simply molding metal into a shape. The shape of a natal artifact must be in harmony with the cultivator's Dao, resonate with the secret realm of the physical body, and harmonize with the divine consciousness and primordial spirit.

If the shape of an artifact does not conform to the Great Dao, no matter how fine the immortal metal used, an irreparable rift will arise between the artifact and the person when they attain enlightenment.

The Daoist essence of the Dao Embryo flowed into the Immortal Golden Liquid along with the divine consciousness.

The purple Daoist aura spread within the Purple Gold Liquid. The Purple Gold Liquid, which had been activated by the World Tree, seemed to come alive, actively welcoming the Daoist aura and merging with it.

The innate divine mark of the Divine Mark Purple Gold resonated strongly with the Daoist essence of Su Ye's innate Dao embryo.

Under the scorching heat of the seven-colored flames, the purple gold transformed into a mass of purple-gold liquid.

Su Ye used his own essence and blood as a guide and his own Daoist essence as a core to shape the Dao liquid into a tower shape.

The moment the tower was completed, the flames on all nine levels of the Fire Domain went dark simultaneously.

From the crimson flames of the first level to the colorless flames of the ninth level, all dimmed for a moment at the same instant.

It was as if heaven and earth were making way for the birth of this tower.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Amidst the seven-colored flames, a nine-story pagoda slowly emerged.

It is made entirely of divine purple gold, about nine inches tall, and can be held in the palm of your hand.

The tower is deep purple, covered with innate divine marks, and glows with a dreamlike purple-gold soft light under the firelight.

Every inch of the tower is covered with natural, imprinted patterns, which flow slowly as if they are breathing.

Su Ye did not stop.

For a Dao-proving artifact to become the strongest artifact, it must be inscribed with the most profound Dao patterns.

Although the innate Dao marks that Divine Mark Purple Gold possesses are profound, they are merely the Dao imprints bestowed upon it by Heaven and Earth.

He needed to inscribe the Dao patterns he had comprehended into the tower during its final stages of completion.

He remembered a passage from the scriptures.

The Book of Mending the Sky.

Inside the bronze coffin pulled by nine dragons, he heard those obscure ancient scriptures.

He couldn't understand a single word of those scriptures at the time, but he memorized them all.

At that moment, as the tower took shape and the Dao patterns unified, several words suddenly lit up in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Taoist patterns inside the tower resonated strangely with the scripture.

It's as if that scripture was born to be engraved in a tower.

Su Ye imprinted the first few hundred words of the "Mending the Sky Scripture" onto the tower body, word by word.

As the last word was uttered, the tower suddenly trembled.

The sky full of colorful flames was shaken back dozens of feet.

The small tower stood suspended in mid-air, its body radiating a brilliant purple-gold light.

The Dao patterns flowing across the tower lit up at this moment, intertwining into an extremely intricate Dao pattern.

Deep inside the tower, a strange scene can be faintly seen.

A faint silhouette of a small golden tree.

That phantom image was a life imprint left in the tower after the drop of golden liquid from the World Tree merged with the Immortal Gold.

Every leaf of the golden sapling swayed gently, and every branch shimmered with the luster of life itself.

Around the shadows of the trees, hundreds of ancient characters are densely arranged, bearing the imprint of the "Mending the Sky Scripture".

Su Ye withdrew his divine sense, his whole body soaked in sweat.

He looked at the small purple tower floating in the seven-colored flames, feeling a sense of inexplicable relief.

Su Ye stretched out his arm, and the little tower seemed to sense its master's call, flying into his palm on its own.

Although it has not yet survived the tribulation of the artifact, the artifact contains a spirit that has already established a kind of blood-related connection with his mind.

"In the beginning."

Su Ye looked at the small tower in her palm and softly uttered its name.

The innate Dao embryo is the origin of the Dao, the divine mark purple gold is a celestial material imprinted with the laws of the Great Dao at the beginning of the world, and the World Tree is the source that connects all realms.

These three things together are essentially the origin of all things.

The name "In the Beginning" is most fitting.

"The Primordial Divine Mark Tower!"

The tower is a small world unto itself.

The nine-story pagoda corresponds to the nine realms of Dao. With each floor climbed, one's understanding of the laws of the Great Dao deepens.

At the top is a purple-gold platform; sitting upon it allows one to draw upon the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, increasing one's enlightenment speed to more than ten times that of the ordinary state.

In battle mode, Su Ye's mind stirred, and the nine-inch tower instantly expanded into a hundred-zhang giant tower.

Ten thousand purple-gold divine chains hang from the tower, each chain being a manifestation of a great law.

The most fundamental ability of the Primordial Divine Mark Tower is not attack.

It's resonance.

The divine marks and purple-gold innate Dao marks on the tower body and the self-generated Dao patterns of Su Ye's innate Dao embryo are of the same origin and nature.

After the tower was completed, this resonance became the norm.

Without Su Ye's deliberate prompting, the tower and his body maintained a constant connection of Daoist principles.

This tower is no longer just a natal artifact.

It is the product of the fusion of the Daoist essence of the innate Dao embryo, the Daoist trace of the divine mark purple gold, and the primordial power of the World Tree.

Throughout history, countless geniuses have forged artifacts, and many have used immortal metal to do so.

However, the gift of the Dao Embryo, Immortal Gold, and a World Tree that can connect all the heavens and myriad realms was fused into one vessel, combining the three creations.

There is only one such tower in the world.

On the outer edge of the fiery domain, atop a barren hill.

Dozens of figures were scattered around the edge of the fire domain, all of them were independent cultivators and disciples from small and medium-sized sects who had come to see what was happening.

They dared not venture deep into the fire domain, but only stood far away in a safe area, feeling the heart-pounding fluctuations emanating from the depths of the fire domain.

"This is the seventh day now —"

An old rogue cultivator in a gray robe stared intently into the faintly visible five-colored halo deep within the fire domain with his cloudy old eyes.

A middle-aged monk standing nearby looked surprised.

"The fluctuations coming from the seventh floor are getting stronger every day; this is the fifth time today."

"Who exactly is forging weapons inside?"

"The seventh floor? Are you sure it's the seventh floor?"

Someone gasped in shock.

The old, gray-robed hermit stroked his beard, his face grave.

"I have cultivated here for thirty years, and I am intimately familiar with the changes in the aura of every layer of the Fire Domain."

"This fluctuation does indeed originate from the seventh layer of the five-colored flame region, or even—possibly deeper."

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These words immediately caused an uproar among those around them.

"The seventh level! That's a place even cultivators at the Sendai Realm dare not easily set foot in!"

"Deeper still? The eighth level? Even powerful figures from the Sendai realm would have to think twice before entering that place, right?"

"Who's going to do this? Is it the Yao Guang Sect? The Ji family? Or is it some old monster from the Jiang family refining a magical artifact inside?"

Discussions rose and fell, and all sorts of speculations flew around.

A young rogue cultivator suddenly lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.

"I heard that a while ago, the Yaochi Holy Land established a Holy Son, who is a primordial Dao embryo, and even triggered a humanoid lightning bolt during the Four Extremes Heavenly Tribulation —"

"Nonsense! The Four Extremes Heavenly Tribulation summoned a humanoid lightning bolt? Do you think it's some young emperor?"

"I swear I'm telling the truth! My cousin's uncle's niece works as a servant in Yaochi, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Just as everyone was about to object, a deep rumble came from the depths of the fire domain once again.

It was as if someone had struck an ancient bronze bell deep within the flames, the sound piercing through layers of fire and echoing in the valleys surrounding the fiery domain.

The earth trembled slightly, and pebbles tumbled down from the barren hills.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of purple-gold light shot into the sky from the seventh level of the Fire Domain.

A beam of light pierced through the clouds, turning half the sky a purple-gold hue.

The sea of ​​clouds was torn apart, revealing the deep purple sky behind the pillar of light.

Within that beam of light, the faint silhouette of a small tower could be seen.

The tower is nine inches tall, with nine distinct layers, and its entire body is covered with breathtakingly beautiful patterns.

Those patterns were like innate Dao marks imprinted on all things at the beginning of time, now fully blooming and slightly distorting the surrounding space.

"That's... a tower?!"

"A purple-gold tower—what material is this? I've never seen such a divine material before!"

"Wait, those flowing patterns on the tower—those are innate Dao marks! Could it be divine purple-gold marks?!"

"Divine Mark Purple Gold?!"

The old, gray-robed hermit's face was filled with horror.

He had lived for two hundred years and had seen many divine materials, but he had only read about immortal materials of the level of Divine Mark Purple Gold in ancient books.

"That's a divine material exclusively for forging weapons, reserved for the Great Emperor!"

Everyone stared at the purple-gold pillar of light, speechless for a long time.

The sixth level of the Fire Domain, the Purple Qi from the East Purple Fire region.

Yao Jin sat cross-legged on a crimson rock, her body radiating immortal light that kept the surrounding purple flames at bay.

She has been waiting here for more than half a month.

These past few days, her divine sense has remained locked on the direction of the seventh floor, not daring to relax for a moment.

Although the seven-layered five-colored flames would block most of the divine sense detection, Yao Jin was, after all, a powerful expert, and could barely sense whether Su Ye's aura was still there.

The breath was always there.

And it's getting stronger and stronger.

Yao Jin opened her eyes, her gaze piercing through the layers of flames, looking towards the faint purple-gold light deep within the seventh level.

"Finally finished————"

She smiled softly and said in a low voice.

Her tone carried a hint of relief that she herself was unaware of.

For the past two weeks, she had wanted to rush into the seventh floor to check on the situation countless times, but each time she forcibly suppressed the urge.

Before leaving, the Queen Mother of the West specifically instructed that the matter of refining the weapon should be left entirely to the Holy Son himself, and that outsiders interfering might only make things worse.

Yao Jin stood up and patted off non-existent dust from her skirt.

Just then, a figure emerged from the multicolored flames on the seventh floor.

Su Ye.

Yao Jin's gaze fell on him, and she looked him up and down.

After confirming that he was unharmed, a hint of relaxation appeared on his usually expressionless face.

"Did it work?"

"It's done."

Su Ye raised his hand, and a small, palm-sized, purple-gold pagoda appeared in his palm.