Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 2730 History and the Spark

When exactly did Yi Ling leave?

The fluctuations of those four gems were very special and difficult to disguise. When she entered the first palace, Yi Ling had not yet refined the gems and should still be in her true form.

In other words, she accomplished her deception during the journey between the two palaces.

Another piece of evidence is that Qin Sang scanned the battlefield with her divine sense and did not find another piece of Xuanjin Shield Armor. The power of her spirit self-destruction was not enough to destroy that treasure, so it should have been taken away by Yi Ling.

In a flash, Qin Sang understood Yi Ling's plan and couldn't help but admire her decisiveness.

She not only made a drastic sacrifice, but also gave up some of the treasures in the Holy Venerable's collection to convince herself that this was her true form.

After her spirit self-destructed, only Qin Sang and a rock remained in the palace.

The clues have completely dried up, and Yi Ling's whereabouts are a mystery. Since there are two such palaces, there must be three, four, or even more. Presumably, Yi Ling has already deduced where the Holy Venerable's inheritance is hidden through the four gems. Even if Qin Sang manages to find her by chance, it will probably be too late.

Qin Sang was still hesitating about whether to accept the Holy Venerable's inheritance after winning over Yi Ling, but it seems she no longer needs to struggle with that question.

Qin Sang looked up at the rocks.

His battle with the spirit was extremely fierce, and the rocks remained unmoved despite the waves of impact.

Qin Sang had just noticed that whenever the aftershocks of the battle touched the rocks, a faint blue light would appear on the surface of the rocks, and then the aftershocks would pass directly through the mountain, treating it as nothing.

Qin Sang originally thought that the mountain rock was not real, but was a manifestation of some kind of power. However, in both his and Tianmu Butterfly's perceptions, the mountain rock was real.

It seems to exist in another void, visible but unattainable.

Inside the palace, Qin Sang did not sense any void power; the rocks must have existed in a way he could not comprehend.

Since Yi Ling had given him this treasure, Qin Sang accepted it with a smile. He first collected the rocks and then investigated Yi Ling's whereabouts.

Qin Sang opened his domain, enveloping the rocks and sensing every inch of them, even the smallest cracks.

The scenery within the Dharma Realm constantly changed, sometimes bathed in starlight, sometimes with only two ominous stars remaining, and sometimes with raging flames filling the sky. Each change in the Dharma Realm represented Qin Sang's attempt to comprehend the secrets of the mountains and rocks in a different way.

With the help of the Heavenly Eye Butterfly, Qin Sang finally saw some clues and looked surprised. After pondering for a long time, she suddenly raised her palm and slammed it heavily against the mountain rock.

Unlike before, this palm strike did not penetrate the mountain; instead, it struck the rocks squarely.

'boom!'

The rocks trembled, echoing in the main hall.

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

Qin Sang attacked repeatedly, one palm strike after another, each one capable of shaking the mountain rocks and causing them to sway violently, causing the entire palace to tremble along with them.

Just as the rocks were about to topple over, as if they had triggered a hidden restriction on the palace, strands of blue silk suddenly appeared around the rocks. These blue threads were extremely thin, with one end connected to the rocks and the other end connected to the palace.

Qin Sang looked around at the blue lines, then at the rocks connected to them, and her heart stirred. She finally knew what this rock was.

'Clang!'

Qin Sang used the light of her sword to manipulate the blue threads, and all the blue threads began to tremble at the same time. Surprisingly, the heavy boulder also deformed as the blue threads undulated, suddenly becoming extremely soft.

With a 'bang', Qin Sang suddenly swung her sword and severed the green thread.

In an instant, the rocks seemed to be freed from their restraints, bursting forth with a bluish-black light. Then, with a flick of its body, it shot towards the palace gate.

At this moment, the mountain rocks transformed into a painting.

Qin Sang reacted extremely quickly, and the Sun and Moon Swords flashed to block the scroll's path. However, the scroll was extremely agile, dodging left and right, trying to break through the Sun and Moon Swords' blockade.

'Shuh! '

Qin Sang appeared beside the painting, his true essence transforming into a giant hand that grasped the painting, attempting to suppress it.

Holding the scroll, Qin Sang was slightly taken aback.

He initially thought it was an acquired spiritual treasure, haunted by a spirit, but unexpectedly, he couldn't sense any spirit's presence from the painting.

It seems that the painting possesses its own spirit, but Qin Sang lacks something, and the painting does not recognize him as a 'fake' successor.

'Splash...'

The scroll struggled wildly in his hands, almost slipping out of his grasp.

Seeing that this thing could not be subdued, Qin Sang frowned slightly and forcibly put it into the small cave.

This trick worked, and the scroll calmed down. Seeing that it was normal, Qin Sang carefully examined the pattern on the painting and discovered that it depicted the mountain rock.

The mountain in the painting is far more magnificent than the one outside. It is a solitary peak that pierces the sky, and Qin Sang can feel a sense of aloofness from this solitary peak.

It is a sense of aloofness that naturally emanates from standing atop the vast world, looking down upon all living beings. Perhaps it does not come from the mountain itself, but from the person who painted it.

"Could it be drawn by the Great Celestial Venerable himself?"

Qin Sang murmured, full of anticipation.

Despite losing track of Yi Ling, the gains were substantial. Leaving aside the opportunities presented by the Heavenly Eye Butterfly and Yun You, a piece of Xuanjin shield armor and an unknown spiritual painting would allow Qin Sang to study them for a long time.

The only drawback is that he didn't get a chance to directly improve his cultivation and strength. However, even if the Holy Venerable's inheritance were presented to Qin Sang, he might not accept it.

After the spirit painting was taken away, the palace seemed to lose its luster.

There were no other treasures here. Qin Sang turned around and flew out of the palace. Looking around at the vast sea of ​​light, she didn't know where to look for Yi Ling.

Is now the best time to leave?

Outside, there are demons and sword cultivators attracted by the Typhon giants; inside, there is Yi Ling who may be receiving the Holy Venerable's inheritance. Once Yi Ling becomes the Holy Venerable's successor, she will definitely come to him first to snatch the treasure back.

Laying low for a while seems to be the wisest choice.

According to the Banyan Tree King and the Vermilion Bird, the Demon Realm and the Western Sword City have already discovered this cave heaven. This turmoil is far from over, and Yi Ling's desire to seize this sacred treasure will likely face many more twists and turns.

If Qin Sang didn't want to back down prematurely and continued to stop Yi Ling, she only had one option: to continue deducing the patterns of this sea of ​​light based on her previous insights, but that was too slow.

Qin Sang pondered for a moment, then flew into the Sea of ​​Light, retracing her steps to try and find any traces left by Yi Ling.

Returning from this sea of ​​light to the previous one, Qin Sang still couldn't find a single clue.

When he returned to the vicinity of the maze, Jiang and Xie were leisurely examining the clouds of light when they suddenly sensed a familiar aura approaching. The couple felt a tightness in their hearts and quickly pretended to be doing their best.

Seeing Qin Sang return alone, seemingly unharmed, Jiang Jiugao assumed that Qin Sang had succeeded and quickly cupped his hands in congratulations, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on achieving your wish! You will soon become the successor of the Holy Venerable!"

These words carried a degree of sincerity, and also a hint of envy. It was widely rumored that once one became a successor of the Holy Venerable, one could ascend to the heavens in one step, just like the Wrathful Demon Lord and the others.

If Qin Sang could become an equal to the Angry Demon Lord in the future, becoming his subordinate wouldn't seem so unacceptable.

The situation in the Demon Realm is far more brutal than in the Spirit Realm; any power or sect must seek a powerful backer in order to gain a foothold in the Demon Realm.

Qin Sang would not expose his weaknesses. He glanced at the two of them, then looked at the cloud of light in front of them and asked in a deep voice, "How many clouds of light did you open? What did you discover?"

"Bloodline!"

Jiang Jiugao looked on in amazement.

"Bloodline?" Qin Sang asked, puzzled.

Jiang Jiugao nodded, "Various bloodlines and seeds, fellow Daoist, you can tell at a glance."

As he spoke, he led Qin Sang to the front of the light cloud.

Qin Sang stared intently and saw that the spiritual light and mist on the surface of the light cloud were actually layers of restrictions, which, in addition to their protective function, seemed to contain other powers.

The protective power of these restrictions was not as strong as he had imagined. Qin Sang could forcefully break through them with all his might, but he had previously noticed that the energy of all the light clouds was faintly connected, forming a unified whole, and that moving one would affect the whole.

Once the balance is disrupted, the consequences are unpredictable.

One of the reasons he didn't attack Yi Ling halfway through was this consideration.

Jiang and Xie stayed behind and carefully peeled away the layers of restrictions to avoid causing turmoil in the sea of ​​light. As a result, the process was very slow, and they only managed to open eight clusters of light clouds during this time.

As Qin Sang approached Guangyun, she sensed the blood energy, but this blood energy was not foul; instead, it was somewhat sweet.

What came into view was a mass of blue blood. The blue blood was somewhat viscous and tightly clenched into a ball. Surprisingly, this mass of blue blood was also active, constantly changing shape like a living thing. At times, a phantom image would appear inside the blue blood, which was a strange and ferocious beast with a human head and eight arms and legs.

“This is the blood of the eight-legged Nether Beast,” Jiang Jiugao said.

Qin Sang nodded. He recognized this ferocious beast; it was recorded in the ancient books treasured by the old man surnamed Mu.

"In addition, we also discovered the bloodlines of the Moonwing Horse, the Flying Fire Spirit, and the Yao Deer, as well as the seeds of the Golden Thorn Devourer..."

Jiang Jiugao pointed to the light clouds not far away and introduced them one by one.

Each cloud of light either seals the bloodline of living beings or stores the seeds of plants. Presumably, the vast void and countless clouds of light are all like this!

Moreover, these bloodlines and seeds do not possess great power, indicating that the creator of the light cloud did not intend to collect the essence of powerful beings from various races in order to obtain power from them.

They have only one characteristic: purity. All of them are the purest bloodline and seed of their clan!

They are preserved so perfectly and are so active that once the seal is broken, they can immediately give birth to new individuals and even evolve into a population!

Qin Sang raised her head and looked at the boundless sea of ​​light and the numerous light clouds like stars, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He recalled those illusions and seemed to understand their function.

If the illusion depicts the history of the demon realm, then these clouds of light contain the seeds of the demon realm!

Moreover, this is only a part of it; it is rumored that there are seven sites containing the Holy Venerable's relics!

What does the Holy Lord want to do?

History and hope are the most important things in a vast world and a civilization.

Thinking of the Demon Realm heading towards decay, thinking of the Demon Realm inexplicably colliding with the Spirit Realm...

Does the Great Celestial Venerable think that the Demon Realm is beyond saving and wants to leave with the history and fire of the True Radiance Holy Realm to find another Great Thousand World and use these fires to create a new Demon Realm?

Or perhaps, the Great Celestial Venerable did not abandon the beings of the Demon Realm, but instead led the Demon Realm to flee and wander the universe, which is why the two realms collided.

He also made the worst-case scenario plan: even if the Demon Realm became a dead land, or even if he himself perished, as long as history and the flame were preserved, there would be hope that it would remain, and the True Holy Realm would not be completely destroyed!

Qin Sang was shocked by the Great Celestial Venerable's ambition and spirit. She wondered how far the Great Celestial Venerable's plan had progressed and why he had not appeared for so many years, leaving behind only the Seven Sacred Venerables' Relics.

Furthermore, when exactly did this plan begin? Now that a vibrant spirit world has been found, is there any need to continue pushing it forward?

For the first time, Qin Sang felt a genuine sense of admiration for this enemy from another world, regardless of their identities, but solely because of their heroic deeds and extraordinary courage!

If one day the Spirit Realm follows in the footsteps of the Demon Realm, Qin Sang hopes that the Spirit Realm will also produce a Great Celestial Venerable.

Jiang Jiugao and Xie Jing, standing to the side, were filled with fervor. Any demon cultivator who witnessed this scene could not help but revere the Holy Venerable.

“Those ferocious beasts outside must have been released from here to become the guardians of the Holy Venerable’s relics,” Jiang Jiugao speculated.

Qin Sang nodded slightly, but he knew that Typhon Giant was different from other ferocious beasts and might have other intentions.

"Let's restore the seal to prevent it from being accidentally broken," Qin Sang said.

The Holy Venerable must have spent countless efforts collecting so many sparks of fire; even Qin Sang, a visitor from another world, couldn't bear to destroy them.

Jiang and Xie obeyed the order to restore the seal, and then saw Qin Sang still standing in the same place, seemingly pondering something.

……

"arrive!"

The sword light flashed like lightning, slicing through the sky and falling to the earth.

As the sword light faded, Senior Sister Yin and Qi Yunsheng appeared outside a patch of gray mist, which was the location of the Sword Tomb.

Along the way, they contacted several helpers who were on their way. The senior and junior disciples arrived at the Sword Tomb first.

The two looked up at the gray fog.

What lay before them was not ordinary fog, but a unique phenomenon formed over many years by the mixture of sword intent from within the Sword Tomb and the chaotic void power here.

Cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation levels cannot last long after entering the Sword Tomb, so there are not many guards here.

Not only does the Sword Tomb conceal a terrifying, everlasting sword intent, but the space itself is also distorted and chaotic.

It's like destroying and tearing apart countless small worlds, piling them up haphazardly, with traps everywhere, and constantly changing. Even sword cultivators from Xijue Sword City have to be extremely careful when entering the Sword Tomb.

If Qin Sang were here, she would definitely find him somewhat familiar, as he resembles Fengju Yumen.

The two exchanged a glance, then flew away on their swords into the gray mist.

The area around the Sword Tomb had stabilized. They knew the safe route, and the sword light pierced through the air, soon arriving at a black crack.

This is a void rift, but it connects to a fragment of a small world. Fortunately, it has not been damaged. The scenery inside is pleasant, with birds singing and flowers blooming. Most of the cultivators sent to guard the Sword Tomb like to open their cave dwellings here.

"Where is Junior Brother Sheng?!"

Senior Sister Yin appeared before the black rift, her spiritual sword trembling slightly as it unleashed a frost-like sword aura, carrying her voice into the rift. (End of Chapter)