Smoke-Wave Lake.
“The surface of the lake was jade-green and limpid, vast and shrouded in mist, with clouds rising like steam and rosy clouds glowing.”
Along the lakeshore gathered groups of two or three cultivators, all Loose Cultivators who had heard the great na of Smoke-Wave Blessed Land and had co to try their luck.
Occasionally, a few Dao Foundation cultivators appeared, yet they did not remain with these Qi Ingestion Loose Cultivators. Instead, each manifested the marvels of their Dao Foundation—so gathered cloud palaces, calling friends and drinking through the night; others rode strange beasts, every bit like immortals among n.
Yet none of these cultivators noticed that high above in the distant sky, several Purple Palace cultivators were coldly observing everything below.
"Brother Teng...look at these lower cultivators. Are they not laughable?"
With three long strands of beard and clad in a crimson robe, Lord of Pushan of the Pu Family cast a glance at the many cultivators below. "When we observe them, it is like children watching an ant nest..."
Another was clearly a Purple Palace cultivator from the Black Moth Sect. Countless black insects still writhed across his face, obscuring his features.
Impatience flickered in his eyes. "The Blessed Land has arrived. Why has the destined one not yet co?"
"Brother Teng, do not be anxious...Though the Tian siblings have repeatedly been granted fortune by us, causing them to encounter successive opportunities, they are ultimately only at the Peak Completion of the Ninth Layer of Qi Ingestion. Not only is their cultivation insufficient, even their fate falls sowhat short. The layered combination of mutual slaughter and the Human Pill thod may not succeed in forming a Dao Foundation. They might be unable to truly open this Smoke-Wave Blessed Land. Previously, this younger sister borrowed that Gu Poison Urn from Brother Teng precisely to cast those two into it like Gu insects and further catalyze them...thus there would be complete assurance."
A tall and striking Daoist nun smiled as she spoke.
Upon hearing this, Lord of Pushan sighed. "Dao Foundation is difficult...In ancient tis, cultivators possessed the innate talent and comprehension to forge their own Dao Foundations. Nowadays, cultivators are far more impatient for quick success. To form a Dao Foundation, they either ingest specific Dao Foundation spiritual items, or consu pills refined from Dao Foundation demon generals...yet none are as convenient as a Human Pill..."
"Ancient cultivators? Where are there any ancient cultivators now?"
A leisurely voice drifted over. "Ancient cultivators cultivated True Qi themselves, without needing to gather Qi...Since the Near-Ancient Calendar, that path has gradually been abandoned. Who knows how many great figures weighed the matter..."
"Hm?" The Purple Palace cultivator surnad Teng from the Black Moth Sect looked and saw a ragged Daoist arriving upon black clouds. He sneered. "Sanji...you still dare to co?"
"Smoke-Wave Blessed Land is about to open. It is a grand event of the Land of Ancient Shu. Why would this old Daoist not dare to co?"
Sanji True Person smiled.
Behind him, several faint Purple Palace auras could also be sensed.
"Hmph...You allied yourself with the demon race. Was it for this?"
Lord of Pushan snorted coldly as well.
Sanji True Person did not reply, rely standing silently.
Ti passed unknown. The Purple Palace female cultivator gave a soft laugh. "The Gu refinent is nearly complete..."
Her slender hand produced an earthen-yellow small urn, which she lightly tossed into the air.
The gazes of the Purple Palace cultivators converged. Within the urn were a male and female sword cultivator, their eyes blood-red, fighting to the death.
"Blood kin slaughtering each other...How can you bear to use the Human Pill thod?"
Sanji True Person sighed. "It is rely a Lou tal spiritual item, or else seek a Lou tal demon creature and refine a pill from its Dao Foundation...You are all wealthy and powerful. Why begrudge such expense?"
"Though Lou tal spiritual items are plentiful, few can assist in forming a Dao Foundation. As for a Lou tal Dao Foundation Demon General? Why not ask the fellow daoists of Falling Phoenix Mountain whether they would empty their coffers to help?"
The Teng-surnad cultivator from the Black Moth Sect sneered. "From what I see, you have not risked your life to stop this either...rely a hypocrite.
If you were willing to act to stop it, I might admire you sowhat."
Sanji True Person suddenly smiled. "Indeed...this old Daoist is a hypocrite. I too hope this Smoke-Wave Blessed Land opens soon."
At that mont, the sword duel within the urn finally reached its conclusion.
"Little Brother..."
At the crucial mont, the female sword cultivator suddenly withdrew her blade, allowing her younger brother to pierce her through with a single sword strike.
The blood-red hue faded from the Tian sword cultivator’s eyes, and he let out a howl like a wounded lone wolf.
Lou tal True Power poured into his body without end, and an inexplicable sharp aura gathered.
In an instant, threads of keen tal qi converged in his Sea of Consciousness, forming a mysterious Dao Foundation capable of increasing the sharpness of flying swords, stimulating sword radiance, and solidifying sword heart...
"What a Sharp Radiance Chapter!"
The Purple Palace female cultivator rely smiled and cast the urn away. "Go!"
The Gu Poison Urn crashed violently into the lake, raising waves.
Five colors suddenly intermingled in the void, and a beam of sword qi shot skyward, as though pushing over golden mountains and toppling jade pillars, sundering heaven and earth.
Pop!
The Great Void split open, faintly revealing the gateway to a Blessed Land.
Within were mountains of tal ore, golden veins flowing like rivers, various five tals scattered everywhere, carrying biting astral winds.
"It is Smoke-Wave Blessed Land!"
"Smoke-Wave Blessed Land has opened!"
The Loose Cultivators who had waited long cried out in alarm. Several who could no longer restrain themselves imdiately drove their artifacts and flew into the Great Void gateway.
Puff puff!
A flash of sword light—several fragnts of corpses fell to the ground.
"Heh...Lower cultivators who do not know life from death, daring to charge in headfirst?"
Pi Xiuyuan sat cross-legged atop a massive wooden shield, chuckling coldly. "A Blessed Land is vast. The small ones rival a commandery; the large stretch across several commanderies. Smoke-Wave Master was a great Lou tal sword cultivator in his day. How could his Blessed Land lack sword qi guardians? If we lower cultivators do not wait for higher cultivators to enter first and then search for leftovers, yet still dream of tasting the soup first—are we not courting death?"
A Blessed Land was vast to begin with. Why be anxious?
At that mont, a golden sword light leapt from the void, incomparably sharp.
The gateway to the Blessed Land shone brilliantly, seemingly echoing the Sharp Radiance Chapter from afar. It suddenly transford into a beam of sword light, swept up the Tian cultivator, and vanished in an instant.
"That old ghost Smoke-Wave indeed made arrangents..."
Lord of Pushan laughed loudly. "Fellow daoists, no need to be stingy with your True Power now."
In an instant, forests were set ablaze, branches igniting before turning to ash.
It was precisely the might of Embers Tribulation Fire!
Countless insects crawled and flew through the void...like black rivers.
There were also celestial disasters, golden lotuses, and various phenona...
The gateway of the Blessed Land burst fully open, no longer able to close.
A flash of fire—Lord of Pushan’s figure had already vanished.
Then the Purple Palace cultivator surnad Teng, and the female cultivator...
Sanji True Person silently watched. Behind him, several mountain-sized pitch-black giant shadows leapt one after another into the Blessed Land gateway.
Before the last pitch-black giant shadow entered, it transmitted a ssage: "Sanji...about last ti, you and I each took what we needed...
Falling Phoenix Mountain always keeps its word. The item you think of day and night is indeed within Smoke-Wave Blessed Land. Whether you can find it depends on your luck, hahaha..."
Sanji True Person’s expression did not change. With a single step, his figure vanished...
"Is it truly open this ti?"
"Look...those Dao Foundation great cultivators have entered, and nothing happened..."
Around Smoke-Wave Lake, seeing Dao Foundation great cultivators appear one after another and enter the Blessed Land, the Qi Ingestion cultivators could no longer restrain themselves and rushed forward in a swarm.
At the lakeshore, Murong Jiu and Xu Hei looked at one another. Xu Hei forced a smile. "Junior Brother...please."
Murong Jiu’s expression was extrely conflicted, filled with longing yet tinged with fear. In the end, he sighed, activated Vast Mysterious Wave Steps, transford into an escape light, and entered the Blessed Land.
Xu Hei remained outside, loudly calling, "Fellow daoists...This old man Xu Hei purchases Ji Water Dao Foundation spiritual items at high prices. If any of you gain sothing, do not forget Old Hei..."
Ba Commandery, within the belly of a small mountain.
Inside a Cave Dwelling concealed by formations.
Fang Qing had of course not gone to Smoke-Wave Blessed Land. Instead, relying on the omnipresent ability of the Dao-Birth Pearl, he had sent two disciples to watch the live broadcast.
"Entering a dungeon so dangerous—I certainly will not go personally..."
"Now one handles matters within, one handles matters without. I wonder what the harvest will be?"
——
After thinking, he cast a hexagram for himself: "If I were to go to the Blessed Land, it would also be great fortune?！"
"Hm, great fortune and great profit—winner winner chicken dinner! It seems I am destined to obtain the Ji Water Dao Foundation spiritual item?"
"However, better add another layer of insurance."
With a thought, Fang Qing had already returned to his Profound Azure Cave Dwelling within the Azure Sea Sect.
Seated cross-legged upon a ditation cushion, a sense of security welled up within him.
Sitting safely at the rear while those under his command fought and risked their lives...this feeling was not bad!
He smiled faintly and continued watching the live broadcast.
At critical monts, he could even use the connection of the Seed Syllable to control the actions of those two...
Ordinary Secret Treasury Domain masters likely could not achieve this...
This was the great power of the Dao-Birth Pearl...
Among them, Xu Hei was responsible for purchasing outside and need not be concerned with.
Fang Qing’s attention was entirely focused on Murong Jiu.
This man was at the Ninth Layer of Qi Ingestion, with astonishing movent technique. Among the Loose Cultivators entering Smoke-Wave Blessed Land, his True Power was formidable.
At that mont, Murong Jiu’s figure flashed. His black saber artifact flicked up a human head.
"Hmph, daring to contend with !"
He sneered, picking up the spoils from the headless corpse. "Geng tal raw stone? After refinent, it would make fine material for forging a flying sword..."
Murong Jiu touched his chest, feeling the talismans bestowed by his master still there. Confidence rose within him.
As his master had said, with these few talismans, aside from Dao Foundation great cultivators, he had little to fear.
His heart burned with fervor as he continued using his escape technique to hurry onward. Before long, he found a Cave Dwelling.
Smoke-Wave Master had not cultivated alone within the Blessed Land. There should have been disciples and servants...perhaps even many beings raised within, forming tribes or even cities...
After all, it rivaled a commandery in size, sufficient to house tens of millions.
Only the environnt of Smoke-Wave Blessed Land was harsh, perhaps unsuitable for ordinary survival.
To Murong Jiu’s disappointnt, this Cave Dwelling was quite simple and contained no treasures.
Only upon a bookshelf were a few scattered volus.
"Hairpin Flower Notes? Shen Yuan Essays?"
Murong Jiu had intended to collect them casually, yet a sudden impulse surged in his heart. He opened them and flipped through roughly.
"Oh? There is even an Alchemy Classic?"
Within Profound Azure Cave Dwelling, Fang Qing smiled without speaking.
Hairpin Flower Notes seed rely a woman’s casual writings, the small regular script of hairpin flowers quite elegant.
But Shen Yuan Essays was in fact notes taken by a cultivator nad Shen Yuanzi during pill refinent.
With his Divine Sense, after rely flipping through once, he morized the entire contents, awaiting future contemplation!
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