SFS Chapter 78 I dare ask Heaven, are there immortals?
Chapter 78 I dare ask Heaven, are there immortals?
He took a deep breath, his steps seemingly steady, but his speed subtly increased. To onlookers, it seemed as if the guest was simply a bit impatient.
He pushed open the wooden door to Ding Qi's quiet room and then closed it behind him.
The quiet rooms of the teahouse were isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city.
As Yang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the wooden chair, his fingertips touched the foot-tall azure longevity tortoise wood carving in his sleeve, and an unprecedented surge of emotion suddenly rushed into his mind.
"boom!"
The dormant golden ancient tree mark suddenly awakened, transforming into a blazing sun, with pale golden life force surging and boiling at an unprecedented speed.
The wood carving trembled silently in his palm, and the tortoise-shell pattern on the deep blue-green wood surface lit up inch by inch, flowing with a verdant luster.
The next moment, the entire wooden sculpture silently turned into fine, dusty, bluish-gray powder, which fell softly onto the hem of his robe.
In the center of the powder, a rice-grain-sized cyan crystal floated quietly, crystal clear and flawless, its interior seemingly containing a concentrated, ever-churning sea of life.
That pure, extreme vitality made Yang Changsheng's blood rush faster.
The phantom of the golden ancient tree in the sea of consciousness swayed gently, its branches and leaves stretching out, trying to capture that aura of the same origin but of a much lower level.
"Whoosh!"
The crystal transformed into a streak of cyan light, which pierced straight into his brow, causing a dramatic change within his sea of consciousness.
The phantom of the golden ancient tree suddenly burst forth with dazzling divine light, illuminating the entire spiritual platform as if it were a splendid divine kingdom.
The tiny cyan crystal was completely enveloped by the enormous ancient tree mark, instantly devoured and melted.
As the light shifted, the originally blurry and hazy outline of the ancient tree's phantom became noticeably clearer.
If Yang Changsheng's mind had not been closely connected with it, he would have been almost unable to perceive this subtle change.
"Boom!"
Immediately afterwards, an even richer and purer current of vitality surged forth like a river flowing backward, instantly washing over every part of my body.
This further increased the vitality of the ancient golden tree he already possessed by more than half a percent.
This improvement was not a simple quantitative change, but rather an injection of an older and more powerful primordial activity into the initial robust foundation, making his immortal body feel a sense of comfort and joy, like rain after a long drought.
But this is just the beginning.
Just as the cyan crystal was completely absorbed, a point of pure cyan light suddenly burst forth from the depths of the ancient tree's illusory image.
The azure light rapidly spread, solidified, and finally transformed into a tall and slender figure.
He was a man dressed in a magnificent blue robe, with an otherworldly handsome face and an extraordinary temperament, embodying all the beauty and wonder of the world.
He stood with his hands behind his back in the void of Yang Changsheng's sea of consciousness, his figure hazy, yet carrying a sense of vicissitude and loneliness that transcended endless years.
There were no words, no actions.
However, some passages of scripture, containing the rhythm of the Great Dao and profound and difficult to understand, flowed like a gentle stream or thunderous sounds from the heavens, directly imprinting themselves into the depths of Yang Changsheng's soul without any obstruction.
As the scriptures flowed, a magnificent and desolate sigh echoed leisurely in the sea of consciousness, as if traversing countless ages, carrying endless loneliness and melancholy:
"May I ask Heaven, are there immortals?"
Soon, the incomprehensible Daoist chant dissipated, and the illusory figure of the man in blue vanished like smoke, as if it had never existed.
Only that complete and imprinted supreme scripture, carrying a boundless vitality and Daoist charm, occupied Yang Changsheng's entire mind.
"The Azure Emperor's Longevity Scripture!"
The profound meaning of the "Foundation of Wood" in the Refinement Chapter unfolds like a scroll:
The ancient Daoist chant, "Yi Wood connects to the profound, longevity transforms calamity... a breath of decay and prosperity, eternal green," resounded and echoed in my soul, each word seemingly bearing the imprint of the original wood spirit from the beginning of chaos.
Then came the breathtakingly complex meridian circulation diagrams, the spiritual resonance method, and the microcosmic orbit circulation technique…
And the three gates, whose names alone were enough to make one's mind tremble: Azure Rain Nourishing Technique, Myriad Vine Binding the Sky, and Withering and Flourishing Finger!
Yang Changsheng was shaken to his core, and almost succumbed to the impact of this supreme scripture.
He desperately guarded the last bit of clarity in his mind, constantly absorbing this unimaginable, supreme inheritance.
After this scripture is completed, the flesh and blood will contain immortal vitality, severed fingers will regenerate in three days, lifespan will be extended by 40%, total magical power will double, and recovery speed will increase...
Wood-based spells are amplified by 70%, and the Azure Emperor's magic power, imbued with pure vitality, is even more effective at healing and nourishing spiritual plants.
And this is just the tip of the iceberg of the fundamental transformation brought about by the Qi Refining Chapter!
"hiss……"
As Yang Changsheng learned about the basics of this cultivation technique, his fingertips trembled slightly.
In retrospect, the Yi Mu Chang Chun Jue, priced at 2,100 low-grade spirit stones and coveted by countless low-level cultivators at Wanbaoge, is nothing at all.
Compared to the miraculous effects of the "Azure Emperor's Longevity Scripture," the so-called superior cultivation method that comes with a spell is like a firefly compared to the bright moon.
Not to mention, the price of this priceless inheritance is merely a wooden carving worth two hundred spirit stones!
"Only truly superior cultivation techniques possess unique supernatural abilities and spells, and most only have one or two..."
As Yang Changsheng recalled the information about the grades of cultivation techniques, the shock that surged in his heart remained difficult to calm for a long time.
He sat upright with his eyes closed, his mind completely immersed in the vast blue scripture.
At first, it was as difficult as climbing a cliff, with each rune feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, but the golden ancient tree imprint cast a warm glow in his sea of consciousness, as if clearing away some of the fog for him.
Gradually, an indescribable, mysterious rhythm began to flow and resonate within my mind.
He forgot the time, forgot the teahouse he was in, and felt as if he had sunk into a boundless, vibrant blue ocean, where he was naturally captivated and entranced.
"Squeak!"
The door to the private room was gently pushed open.
A waiter carrying a piping hot purple clay teapot came in and deftly poured the tea into a white jade teacup. The refreshing aroma of Mao Feng tea quietly filled the air.
The waiter glanced curiously at the boy in blue across from him.
The other person's eyes were closed, their breathing was long and deep, and their aura seemed to exist in a strange harmony with the spiritual plants swaying gently in the wind outside the window.
The waiter had seen this state many times before and knew it was a rare moment of enlightenment in his spiritual practice. Not daring to disturb him, he put down the teapot, held his breath, and left, gently closing the door behind him.
After an unknown amount of time, as if waking from a long dream, Yang Changsheng slowly opened his eyes.
Deep within his eyes, a warm, cyan light flashed and disappeared, like a tender bud breaking through the soil in early spring.
The hustle and bustle of the teahouse returned to his ears, but his aura calmed down, exuding a refreshing and tranquil feeling, like a mountain forest after the rain.
He no longer had a vague understanding of the profound essence of the Qi Refining Chapter of the "Azure Emperor's Longevity Scripture," but had truly grasped its magnificent framework and profound structure, enough to attempt to cultivate its fundamental methods.
However, after a moment's thought, Yang Changsheng suppressed the urge to immediately switch to cultivation.
Changing the fundamental method is like altering the course of a river—a massive undertaking.
With his cultivation at the fifth level of Qi Refining, if he were to forcibly switch to cultivating this extremely profound Longevity Scripture, he would not be able to completely transform and purify the power of the Profound Origin Technique within his body without years of dedicated practice.