Xu Qing's heart was a little turbulent. He didn't expect that there was such a magical existence as Xianyuan in this world!
The effect of this immortal source that transcends heaven is unbelievable and unbelievable.
"The source of all thick soil skills..."
Xu Qing took a deep breath and instinctively looked at the ground. Before that, he knew that what was sealed below Wanggu Continent was the former Huangtian. He also knew that the starry sky outside Wanggu Continent actually belonged to Huangtian.
The Wanggu Continent suppressed only one of the many Huangtian divine realms.
As for Houtu, it is the hometown of Xia Xian and the true source of all the races in Wanggu Continent, further down.
Thinking about it, it must be boundless and vast, with countless lives existing there, and all their techniques, all their magical powers, and all their spells are formed by the immortal source created by the combined efforts of the nine oldest Xia Immortals.
It analyzes, collects, organizes and disseminates.
As a result, the flower of cultivation blooms forever in the thick earth and thousands of realms, and the techniques are diverse. The sources of the techniques that many people obtain through chance come from this immortal source.
This kind of thing and its effect shocked Xu Qing's heart. He couldn't describe it. All he could think of was greatness.
At the same time, Xu Qing also thought of the little butterfly's actions when he turned into a human form. Whether it was the main body of the Dry Flame Demonic Technique or the water realm, they obviously came from the source of immortality.
"It is conceivable that those who master this level of magical power and use it to the extreme must also be the best in Houtu."
"Then, I wonder if there is something similar in Wanggu Continent..."
Xu Qing was deep in thought, and Little Butterfly seemed to have guessed his thoughts, so his voice echoed.
"Are you wondering whether there is a similar fairy source in Wanggu Continent? Let me tell you, due to Huangtian's will, the role of fairy source in Wanggu Continent is limited. It can only be collected, but cannot evolve and spread."
"Only the descendants of Xia Immortal Palace of each ethnic group can use their respective authority to gain insights from the Immortal Source with conditions. Outsiders do not have this opportunity."
"And this opportunity, even for me, has to be paid to get it. All the rules of Xianyuan are equivalent exchanges!"
"Last time in Star Emperor's branch, I worked very hard to secretly get a treasure for Xianyuan, but here, it's so easy!"
In the ancient temple, the sound of the little butterfly echoed. Its clear and clear voice contained dissatisfaction, which also added a touch of agility to the ancient temple.
Xu Qing glanced at Palace Master Xia Xian, and then at the little butterfly. He couldn't help but have a guess in his heart. Perhaps... the agility of this little butterfly was one of the reasons why Palace Master Xia Xian accepted his disciples in the first place.
Here, immersed in the river of time and ancient history, the colors are too plain and too monotonous. Loneliness and vicissitudes of life permeate this place, and it is so rich.
All this has caused the people here to be contaminated for a long time and naturally have an old-fashioned feel.
But the existence of the mission has forced Xia Xiangong to continue to exist like this from generation to generation.
"When one day, this little butterfly becomes the Mistress of Xiaxian Palace...she may become like the Palace Master in front of her, living in the present and the past, and her life will go through vicissitudes in her mission."
Xu Qing moved his eyes away from Little Butterfly and did not care about her tone. Instead, he looked at Palace Master Xia Xian, cupped his hands and spoke.
"The seniors' intentions are clear to the juniors."
"This matter... is okay, but this junior wants to see the source of immortality with his own eyes."
The Master of Xiaxian Palace did not speak, but raised his jade hand and flicked the candlelight on the altar in front of him. The six candles immediately burned, and the flames swelled and spread outward.
It was obviously just a candlelight, but as it spread, it actually formed a rotating sea of fire in the mid-air of the ancient temple. During the rumbling rotation, the light was much brighter than before, making the dim ancient temple shine brightly.
On the surrounding murals, ancient emperors seemed to come alive in this light, exuding the imperial power from the human race.
This power merged with the sea of fire in the middle of the temple, and finally formed a scene inside.
I don’t know where the real place in this picture is. What is revealed at this moment seems to be just a window. Through this window, one can see a gorgeous void.
There is a huge plant growing inside.
That's a...dandelion.
Its torso is imprinted with countless marks, each exuding terrifying and astonishing power. When gathered together, this beaded dandelion is magical and unique.
Below it, there is soil that provides nutrients. If you look carefully, you can find that it is a piece of mud made of flesh and blood, and the mud that makes up this mud is the corpses of countless gods.
It seems... those nine ancient and powerful Xia Immortals, after overturning this Huangtian Divine Realm, buried most of the gods they slaughtered here.
Let them provide eternal power to the dandelion.
At the same time, the souls of these gods were also restricted here, and were forced to kneel down and emit shrill and terrifying wails. Their divine voices could better promote the operation of dandelions.
This is the source of immortality.
The source of immortality formed by the joint creation of nine great Xia immortals and the burial of a divine realm!
And in the mud formed by the flesh and blood of gods, there are hundreds of corpses immersed in it, which have not completely melted. It seems that their existence is too amazing, and the time required for melting is infinite.
Among them, there was such a corpse. Xu Qing just took one look at it, and his heart roared. His body showed signs of collapse, and the divine source in his body also trembled.
This scene made Xu Qing's breath hitch.
That corpse was the largest of all the corpses in this piece of flesh and blood. Since there was no reference object, it was difficult to quantify its true size.
But the aura on his body is the strongest Xu Qing has seen so far. Compared with it, Chi Mu is like a firefly. Even the sword-wielding emperor is just a firefly.
This god has a royal aura!
"That is the former God Emperor of this God Realm."
The voice of the Xiaxian Palace Master rose up in an ethereal voice.
Xu Qing's heart was filled with turmoil, and she finally withdrew her gaze and landed on the dandelion.
It is in full bloom, releasing countless furry seeds, which are not white. Each seed is red, yellow, and blue. At this moment, it is drifting toward the surrounding nothingness, drifting farther and farther away.
It can be imagined that these seeds are the magical powers of martial arts, and they are spreading to thousands of realms in the thick soil.
At the same time, there are also some seeds that are returning from nothingness, integrating into the dandelion, being absorbed, transformed, and then scattered again.
The cycle begins again and again.
Xu Qing stared at this scene, feeling a strong sense of respect for this immortal source, so he slowly released a soul seed from his body, letting it float in front of him.
The soul seed shines with purple light. Under Xu Qing's spiritual thoughts, it flies through the window to the void where the dandelion is. The moment it enters, it also becomes the appearance of a dandelion seed, fluttering close to the dandelion.
The next moment, blend into it.
As for Xu Qing's consciousness contained in the soul seed, it should have been erased instantly, leaving the soul seed blank. However, with the wave of the Lord Xia Xian's hand, the power of the burning candle intervened, making this process slow.
Come down.
"Outsiders cannot directly perceive the source of immortality. This opportunity can only be given at the moment of contribution, but it is fleeting. However, with my authority, I can let the consciousness in your soul seed exist for ten breaths. You can control it yourself.
What magical powers you can obtain depends on your own destiny."
The voice of Palace Master Xia Xian echoed in Xu Qing's mind. Xu Qing heard it, but was unable to respond.
Because at this moment, his mind was churning violently, countless thunderbolts exploded in his ears, and his whole perception fell into an indescribable state.
He seemed to have entered the void where the dandelions were, with meat below him and dandelions as high as the sky in front of him.
As for its size, it is as insignificant as a dandelion seed.
Surrounding him were countless dandelion seeds, and a large number of vague figures emerged from each one, and those figures were all displaying magical powers.
Densely packed and boundless.
He seems to be able to learn each one, but there are too many techniques, incomplete and mixed together. It is unrealistic to check them all one by one.
In this short period of time, it was impossible for him to find the most suitable technique using this method, so... Xu Qing did not check every method he chose.
Instead, he was observing, whether it was in front of him or in the distance, wherever his spiritual consciousness could detect, he was observing, sweeping across the dandelion seeds one by one.
After a few breaths passed, Xu Qing's eyes suddenly condensed.
He saw a dandelion seed, which was somewhat different from others in that it did not spread out, but returned.
Although there are figures inside, compared to the many figures inside other dandelion seeds, there are only two figures inside this seed, with their legs crossed on the left and right.
In addition, the moment Xu Qing looked at this seed, the power of the purple moon in his body actually reacted.
The time was limited, and Xu Qing could not think too much. He was decisive in his heart, controlled his consciousness, and quickly approached the dandelion seeds, but the process was not smooth.
That seed is a bit far away.
The most important thing is that the position where it dispersed is directly above the corpse of the God Emperor. Although it is still far away, the pressure seems to be very strong.
But if you wait for the seeds to pass by on their own before picking them up, you won't have enough time.
Xu Qing could feel that his spiritual thoughts were already dissipating. He understood that time... was running out.
"Fight!"
Xu Qing galloped, showing his speed to the extreme, avoiding other seeds along the way, and quickly approaching, the body of the God Emperor below became increasingly clear.
Its size finally had a reference. Compared with it, Xu Qing was like a hair on the body!
The pressure from the corpse of the God Emperor was even more terrifying. Even though Xu Qing was far above it, he was still affected. The thunder in his mind reached its peak in an instant, and the body transformed by his divine thoughts was about to collapse.
Xu Qing felt cruel in his heart. He burned himself first before being crushed by the pressure. During the roar, his spiritual body was shattered. However, with the help of this burning power, he finally rushed forward a certain distance.
Touched the scattered dandelion seeds.
At the moment of contact, an ancient and majestic voice echoed in Xu Qing's mind.
"The world of heaven and earth can be regarded as a well..."
This chapter has been completed!