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Here, birds sing and flowers bloom, and the grass and trees are lush and green. It is no longer desolate or bleak; everywhere is full of vitality.

Amidst the ruins of this ancient metal gate, vines intertwine, vegetation is lush and fresh, there is a stone table, a futon, and a frail, withered old man.

Chapter 252 Immortal Wine and Ancient Treasures

The emaciated old man's body was withered and shriveled, skin covering bones, as thin as a bundle of dry firewood, with deep-set eyes, making him look somewhat eerie.

Yet he also carried an ethereal aura of immortality, creating a contradiction that made him unfathomable.

"Who are you? Could you be a true immortal who survived the great war of the past?" Qi Shi'an asked in confusion.

The atmosphere here is extraordinary, as if it can directly point to the essence of the Tao, making people's thoughts simple and pure, no longer so complicated.

"I did indeed once ascend to the realm of immortals, but unfortunately, a great battle left me as a fragmented mark, on the verge of annihilation," the withered old man replied, without any concealment.

Qi Shi'an was stunned on the spot. A former true immortal, a real venerable elder?! This was like a dream. This was the first time he had ever seen such a person.

The withered old man slowly raised his hand, looking weak and feeble, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

With a flick of his sleeves, four small dishes appeared on the stone table, along with a wooden wine pot and two jade goblets.

The side dishes were unrecognizable, their ingredients unknown. The jade cup was also quite antique, but the spout of the wine pot emitted wisps of chaotic energy, accompanied by mysterious symbols.

The gaunt old man began to pour wine. The liquid flowing from the spout was crystal clear, exuding an ethereal aura and a fragrant aroma that was so enticing that it could almost make one drunk just by smelling it.

Qi Shi'an was taken aback. Was this truly a celestial vintage wine? Let alone him, even the most powerful person in the world would probably never have the chance to taste such a thing.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at the ethereal aura surrounding it, you know it's a good thing. If you were to actually drink it, who knows what kind of transformation would occur and what benefits you would gain?

"Young friend, please." The withered old man slowly raised one jade cup, gesturing for Qi Shi'an to hold the other.

Qi Shi'an had many questions in his mind, so instead of immediately raising his cup, he asked, "May I ask, senior, where is this place? And what am I experiencing?"

"This is another ancient realm beyond the human world, but it has long been ruined. And you are currently experiencing rebirth and reincarnation." The withered old man answered calmly, simply and naturally, as if he were recounting something that was most ordinary.

Qi Shi'an frowned. This statement might be correct. He did indeed leave the mortal world, turning into particles and disappearing into the vortex rooted in the long river of history.

The so-called cycle of reincarnation is simply an experience, not necessarily a rebirth to begin a second life.

Reincarnation transcends time; there are countless lifetimes of reincarnation, as well as moments of death.

Even if one gets lost, loses a period of time, it is also a cycle of reincarnation.

"So, you're not from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?" Qi Shi'an asked again.

"No, I am just a fragmented mark, having lost too many memories. I only remember that I came from the ancient world outside, but I have forgotten what I was called. It has been too long."

The gaunt old man shook his head and sighed: "Perhaps my ancient realm has already been buried in that sea."

Qi Shi'an frowned deeply. Buried in that sea? Could it be the Boundary Sea?!

Qi Shi'an knew that the Boundary Sea was formed by the convergence of countless ruins of ancient worlds and was known as the "Cosmic Tomb".

Few people know about this place, yet the old man in front of me knows it. He must have had nowhere to go after the destruction of the ancient realm, so he ventured into the Boundary Sea.

This further explains why the withered old man only has incomplete marks left. The Boundary Sea is extremely strange, where the order of the Great Dao is chaotic and intertwined. True Immortals face nine deaths and one life, while only Immortal Kings are qualified to cross it.

"How did your ancient realm perish, senior?" Qi Shi'an asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. I only remember that I was attending a banquet in the Immortal Realm at that time. After I returned, the Ancient Realm had already collapsed and all living beings had perished."

The gaunt old man sighed, "However, on the ruins of that great realm, there was a palm print, a palm print filled with the laws of darkness."

Qi Shi'an was shocked. Could a single palm print destroy an ancient realm? What immense power this was! Only a Celestial King-level expert could accomplish such a feat.

Moreover, it's a dark law, could it be from another realm? Or...? He dared not think any further.

"You haven't fallen for a diversionary tactic, have you?!"

Qi Shi'an was filled with doubt and suspicion. He couldn't help but suspect that someone from the Immortal Realm had temporarily reached some kind of cooperation with the other realm in order to obtain something, thus destroying that ancient world.

"Heh, perhaps. So all of us who are still alive came to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to fight for that imperial city, and in the end, we all died beneath its walls." The withered old man chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Did you die in the great battle of the Immortal Ancient Era, senior?"

"naturally."

Qi Shi'an was shocked. He had thought the withered old man had died in the Boundary Sea, but he never expected that he had died in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!

He felt a pang of emotion. A group of people from other ancient realms had ultimately shed their blood for the sake of all living beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. On the other hand, many people within the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had long since lost their faith, which was truly lamentable.

"Young friend, please!" The withered old man gestured for Qi Shi'an to raise his cup again.

On the stone table, the jade jue (a type of ancient Chinese wine vessel) has a simple and solid shape. It is carved from a piece of natural stone, and is natural and unadorned.

The liquid in the jade goblet was intoxicatingly fragrant, crystal clear, and exuded a wisp of ethereal aura, shrouded in a layer of chaotic mist, making it sacred and extraordinary.

Let alone drinking this wine, just looking at it is enough to make one feel intoxicated. He vaguely sensed the aura of the Great Dao, as if it were about to force its way into his body at any moment.

"This wine is extraordinary, it must be a divine brew, thank you!" Qi Shi'an no longer declined and raised the jade cup.

"Hehe, it is indeed extraordinary. Only this one pot was brewed back then. I am able to stay here and wait for future generations to appear, all thanks to it keeping me alive," the withered old man said frankly.

"If I drink it, I won't instantly become an immortal, will I?" Qi Shi'an's expression was somewhat complicated.

“You’re overthinking it. Trying to force growth will only harm you, but in a real sense, one day you’ll find that its benefits far outweigh your expectations,” the gaunt old man said.

"Is that so? Then... please."

Qi Shi'an raised his cup and clinked it against the jade goblet in the old man's hand, producing a clear and melodious vibrato.

At that moment, Qi Shi'an was stunned. After the jade cups collided, the liquid inside the cups swayed, and one after another small figures jumped up, one after another weapon rose up, and a number of symbols appeared.

What is this? It's all made of liquid alcohol!

The wine seemed to come alive, reviving here and transforming into swords and shadows, into towers, bells, cauldrons and other artifacts, and into various creatures engaged in fierce battle.

It was clearly liquid wine, yet it transformed into so many strange and vivid phenomena, like a miniature world.

Qi Shi'an took a small taste, and in that instant, a black divine furnace shot up, carrying a bloody light, and flew into his mouth.

In a daze, he heard three thousand chaotic gods and demons roaring and chanting scriptures.

Qi Shi'an was shocked. Upon careful sensing, he realized it was indeed the sound of scriptures. Moreover, the more he savored the wine in his mouth, the clearer the sound became. He was completely mesmerized.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he came to his senses. The wine had been swallowed, and the taste gradually faded until it disappeared.

Qi Shi'an's eyes were clear and full of anticipation. He took another small sip, and a glass bowl flew up, carrying chaotic energy and fragments of time, before disappearing into his mouth.

The next moment, the sound of the scriptures rang out again, lingering and deafening. Qi Shi'an stared blankly, as if he had gone mad, motionless, constantly savoring the words.

A long time passed, and the taste of the wine faded before Qi Shi'an finally sobered up.

With the third sip, a golden seed leaped out, seizing the power of heaven and earth, enveloped in immortal energy, surrounded by the stars of the heavens, and entered Qi Shi'an's mouth.

This time, new scriptures were recited!

After a long while, Qi Shi'an opened his eyes and asked in surprise, "Were those all paths and laws from the Immortal Ancient Era?"

He was deeply shocked; what incredible power this must be!

This cup of wine contains so much, including many laws and principles from the previous era, all condensed into a single cup of wine, it's simply astonishing!

The wine in the cup hasn't decreased much; it's still quite full. Just how much heritage is contained in this cup of celestial brew?

“If you drink it all, you will only be copying the ancient immortal method, which is meaningless. The ancient immortal method has already failed. If you want to survive, you can only find another way.”

The gaunt old man spoke with a faint sadness, saying, "Only if one day you take different paths will this cup of wine you are drinking have meaning, and only then will you be able to see and verify the truth."

Qi Shi'an didn't care about any of that. The method of transcendence had been engraved in his mind since he came into this world. As long as he had enough time, he would be able to transcend one day.

He buried his head in his wine, savoring it carefully. In the end, every now and then, the place would glow, weapons would rush up, and creatures would appear, roaring and fighting. All of these things were swallowed into his mouth.

This is a special glass of wine, containing so much, its meaning as heavy as a mountain!

"By drinking this cup of wine, you are essentially drinking into the ancient immortal era, experiencing countless reincarnations. You have witnessed all those laws, those weapons, and those living beings," the withered old man sighed.

Qi Shi'an remained silent, looking at the wooden wine pot on the stone table.

For some reason, the wooden wine pot didn't seem unusual at first glance, but when he stared at it with his divine eye, a faint aura appeared on the pot, which was quite extraordinary.

"What, haven't you had enough to drink yet?" the gaunt old man laughed.

"I just feel that the aura emanating from this wine pot is extraordinary, as if it were made of some kind of divine wood," Qi Shi'an said.

The gaunt old man smiled faintly and said, "I see. Since you think it's extraordinary, why don't you try to see if you can shake it?"

"What would happen if it were shaken?" Qi Shi'an asked.

"I don't know either. I found this wine pot by chance when I passed by an ancient ruin. It looked unusual, so I picked it up to hold wine."

"..."

Qi Shi'an was speechless. He dared to use a wine jug he picked up casually to hold wine. Was he really not afraid of triggering any curse?

"However, according to my remaining memories, this pot seems to hold some kind of opportunity, but I don't know exactly how to open it."

"However, throughout the endless ages, some have come here, hoping to shake this wine pot and gain some fortune, but without exception, their bodies have cracked and they have almost perished," the withered old man warned.

Qi Shi'an lowered his head and looked at the wine pot on the stone table. It was simple and unadorned, but the spout was emitting chaotic gas and wisps of ethereal mist.

Is there really no problem picking it up?

Qi Shi'an looked up at the gaunt old man opposite him, trying to see something unusual in his expression, but apart from the deep wrinkles on the old man's face, there was nothing unusual.

"How about it, would you like to give it a try?" the gaunt old man asked.

"My life and death are not for a wine jug to judge!" Qi Shi'an reached out and touched the wine jug.

Chapter 253 The World Within a Pot

Boom!

Between heaven and earth, it was as if a celestial bell had been struck, its melodious sound echoing through the ages and resounding throughout all the heavens and myriad realms!

Qi Shi'an's body trembled violently, and he felt his hand crack instantly, his finger bones making a cracking sound, almost turning into ashes.

At that moment, a moment of hesitation flashed through his mind, but he did not let go in the end. The Myriad Trees within his body seemed to sense this and suddenly unfurled thousands of divine chains of order, flowing out along his meridians and plunging into the wine pot.

hum!

The next moment, the wine pot trembled violently, and chaotic energy and immortal mist rose together. Qi Shi'an's palm finally steadied and stopped cracking. He let out a soft shout and began to use the Willow Divine Technique to repair his injuries.

Then, he grabbed the wine jug with all his might, and with a loud rumble, the entire metal building ruins shook, and the stars in the sky seemed to tremble wildly.

The moment he grabbed the wine jug, the void was shattered, and the sound of chanting resounded throughout the world, grand and ancient, as if some taboo had been triggered!

This was completely different from when the gaunt old man held the teapot; the noise he made was frighteningly loud.

Lightning flashed everywhere, and Buddha's light shone brightly, pouring down from the sky and earth, all carrying wisps of chaotic mist, creating a terrifying scene!

But Qi Shi'an didn't care about anything else now. After grabbing the wine pot, he found that the liquid in the pot was interfering with the aura, so he simply drank it all down in one go.

The shattered void gradually returned to tranquility, and the lightning and Buddha's light gradually disappeared, creating an eerie atmosphere.

The gaunt old man was also taken aback. This young man had shaken the wine pot so easily, which was completely different from the previous geniuses. This person's body was not shattered by the wine pot!

It's too quiet; it doesn't make sense at all!

Qi Shi'an no longer cared about anything else. Various weapons, phantom images of living beings, and scriptures kept appearing in his mouth, creating a magnificent scene like a world or an era.

Seeing that he had almost finished drinking, he looked into the pot through the spout and discovered that the outline of a human-shaped creature, resembling a monk, was faintly visible on the pot's surface.

"Who is this?" Qi Shi'an muttered, somewhat puzzled.

He then continued drinking heavily, perhaps only after he had drunk all the wine could the human-shaped silhouette truly appear.

The wine has an indescribable taste, unlike any fine wine in the mortal world. It's more like a whole star has been pressed into juice and mixed with some chaotic mist.

It explodes upon entering the mouth, causing every inch of flesh and blood to roar.

Qi Shi'an gritted his teeth and forced himself to drink it down.

Strangely enough, after those first few bites, it felt like my stomach was filled with a volcano, and my internal organs were about to be refined.

But as I drank it, I felt less uncomfortable. Instead, I felt a warm and comfortable sensation, as if all the pores on my body were opening up and releasing their essence.

The gaunt old man watched in horror, wondering who this young man was.

The wine in that pot isn't something just anyone can drink. If an ordinary person drank even a little, their body would explode on the spot. But this kid just guzzled it down like a cow, and he even looked like he was enjoying it.

"Hehe..." The withered old man chuckled dryly, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

At this moment, Qi Shi'an's attention was entirely focused on the pot. As the wine continued to decrease, the outline of the monk on the pot wall became clearer and clearer.

It was a figure sitting cross-legged, with one hand raised in front of his chest and the other hand resting on his knee, in a serene posture.

Although it is just a blurry outline, it exudes an indescribable aura, like a Buddha who has been sleeping for thousands of years, waiting for someone to awaken him.