Chapter 603 Heavenly Inheritance, Legend of Ascension
The old man, who was dying and so weak that his breath was about to expire, couldn't help coughing and wheezing uncontrollably.
The aura on his body gradually rose up faintly.
He was a light that was about to be extinguished.
Now, a few drops of lamp oil have been added to the oil lamp.
Then his flame became three points brighter again.
"It really works."
Zhuang Ming lowered his head and looked at the old man's dull eyes, which gradually regained some turbid light. He nodded slightly, feeling quite satisfied in his heart.
This mouthful of saliva was naturally no ordinary saliva.
This is the ambergris saliva spitted out by the real dragon in Dantian, which is the legendary healing medicine.
Ambergris saliva comes from the meridians, and when spit out from the mouth, it seems to be his saliva.
Of course, in reality, he and the real dragon are one, and the ambergris saliva is indeed his saliva.
Ambergris is different from dragon essence and blood. Dragon essence and blood consumes the source and damages the foundation. However, ambergris will not damage the foundation. It only needs to consume dragon mana. It integrates mana and contains vitality. Therefore, it is prosperous and is a healing holy medicine.
Fundamentally speaking, the loss of this old man's lifespan is due to the technique of Heart Fire Burning Dao, which stimulates potential and damages the root cause.
However, the ambergris allowed him to recover from his injuries, and the old man was no longer dying and could continue to live on.
In fact, ambergris does not extend life, but only heals injuries.
As Zhuang Ming expected, the old man could probably survive for half a year in his current condition.
"With the dragon essence and blood, his decaying old body probably won't be able to bear it."
Zhuang Ming thought this way, for the ancient dragon clan, giving dragon saliva as a gift is just like casting a Taoist spell, which only consumes a small amount of mana. It is a holy healing medicine in the eyes of all clans.
Giving dragon blood essence and blood will consume the original essence. Usually, it is given to a foreign race so that it has dragon blood.
Sometimes it is given to descendants of the dragon clan whose bloodline has become thinner over the past generation, or whose bloodline is mixed with alien species, thereby increasing their bloodline.
Occasionally, there are powerful dragons who pamper some pure-blooded dragon descendants who have relatively low cultivation level, and will give them blood essence to improve their cultivation level.
But for Zhuang Ming, there is not much difference between blood essence and ambergris saliva. They are both things that can be solved by eating more. It is just the difference between eating more and eating less, so there is no need to worry too much.
It's just that although this old man is powerful, he is too old after all. Now he is almost dead and cannot bear it at all. Otherwise, he can try to turn him into a dragon guard.
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And behind Zhuang Ming.
The face of the master of Ziyan Temple who was in the process of restraining the gods changed, revealing an expression of disbelief.
Has Master really recovered his breath?
Does Zhuang Ming really have such means?
He originally thought that the thing that could extend the life of Peak Zhenxuan would be an unparalleled treasure, but there was no way Zhuang Ming would use such an unparalleled treasure for the sake of his master and apprentice.
However, he never expected that Zhuang Ming just spat lightly and saved his master.
This is simply unimaginable and beyond the scope of his understanding as the leader of the Taoist ancestral court.
Just a mouthful of saliva is the most precious thing in the world?
The master of Ziyan Temple felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.
But before he could calm down from the shock in his heart, he saw Zhuang Ming turning around and walking towards him.
"Your master has regained a third of his vitality and can still live for a while longer."
Zhuang Ming's tone was calm and he said gently: "Zhuang always sticks to his word when he acts. He does what he says and never breaks his word."
The Master of Ziyan Temple immediately fell silent, and then said: "As long as you can fulfill your promise, I will tell you everything you know, and I will tell you everything you say."
When he said this, there was a hint of self-mockery in the corner of his mouth.
This trip was originally a high-spirited one, but I never imagined that I would be in such a state of embarrassment.
The dignified headmaster of the Immortal Sect, a powerful cultivator in the world, has always been majestic and unparalleled. How could he have ever thought that he would end up in such a situation after setting foot in Yinshan Mountain?
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"Where did these two Taoist arts come from?" Zhuang Ming asked.
"It comes from the foundation of our Ziyan Temple sect." The master of Ziyan Temple responded.
"What is the foundation of the sect?" Zhuang Ming asked again.
"According to legend, eight thousand years ago, I, the founder of Ziyan Temple, was a wandering sorcerer who collected herbs and practiced medicine. Later, he accidentally got a stone tablet in the mountains. Because he injured his palm while collecting the herbs, his blood stained it. Immediately, an immortal appeared on it.
The old man with the Wind Dao Bone has manifested himself." The master of Ziyan Temple hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, in fact, the legend about Ziyan Temple is widely circulated in the world and is not a secret.
"The old man with the immortal spirit?" Zhuang Ming thought for a moment and said, "Then what?"
"This old man passed down a technique, which only said that the heaven was in turmoil and the immortals were in catastrophe. After that, it turned into light and disappeared." The master of Ziyan Temple said.
"Then this stone tablet became the foundation of Ziyan Temple's sect?" Zhuang Ming pondered.
"That's right." The master of Ziyan Temple said: "What the first generation of ancestors learned from it is the technique given by this ancestor of the Immortal family. It has been passed down to this day and is still the foundation for the establishment of our Ziyan Temple. Since then, the founder of the sect has cultivated it to
In the Zhenxuan realm, a sect was established, which is today's Ziyan Temple."
"Then what?" Zhuang Ming continued to ask.
"After thousands of years, the first patriarch has cultivated to the Nine Seals of Zhenxuan." The master of Ziyan Temple said with a complicated expression: "At that time, the founding patriarch of the sect was already the greatest practitioner in the world, but he still made many good friends and was willing to give guidance to everyone.
Practitioners of Fang are respected as holy masters by the world. Even in the end, the masters of all parties have benefited a lot. They all treat me as a disciple of Ziyan Temple. Therefore, I, the first ancestor of Ziyan Temple, have become the master of the world.
In the later years of the first patriarch, Ziyan Temple was elected as the ancestral court of Taoism! Even the dharma, Taoism, basic direction, etc. practiced by various sects today are deeply inherited by me, Ziyan Temple.
Influence."
"So that's it." Zhuang Ming pondered in his heart. He thought that the Taoist ancestral court in Ziyan Temple was the birthplace of Taoist sects in the world, but there was another legendary story. Thinking of this, he asked again: "What about the stone tablet?
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"..." The master of Ziyan Temple fell silent immediately.
"You don't want to say it?" Zhuang Ming chuckled.
"It's at Ziyan Temple." The master of Ziyan Temple suddenly sighed and responded.
"Have you only realized two Taoist arts?" Zhuang Ming said jokingly with a half-smile on his face.
"..." The master of Ziyan Temple was silent for a moment and continued: "There are more than two Taoist arts. The sages of the Ziyan Temple have learned three Taoist arts from them."
"Then do you think there are only three Taoist arts in the stone tablet?" Zhuang Ming asked again.
"This is beyond what I can know." Master Ziyan Temple said in a deep voice: "I took over the sect and also controlled the foundation of the sect, but so far I have found nothing. Maybe I only have these three Taoist techniques.
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"But according to my inference, there may not be only three Taoist arts." Zhuang Ming said calmly.
"Maybe." The Master of Ziyan Temple did not refute, nor did he say much, but another worry arose in his heart.
"The stone tablet says so, it is indeed mysterious and unparalleled, but how do you, Ziyan Temple, confirm that this is a thing from the heaven?" Zhuang Ming said calmly: "Even I have never heard of the legend of the heaven."
"You have reached this level of cultivation, but you don't know the legend of heaven?" The master of Ziyan Temple was stunned for a moment, as if he felt unbelievable.
"What legends are there in heaven?" Zhuang Ming asked.
"It is said that there is the place of immortals and gods." The master of Ziyan Temple said: "It is said that 60,000 years ago, the great road was unobstructed, and the nine seals of Zhenxuan were united to reach the sky. They immediately passed through the gate of heaven, cast a cauldron and became an immortal, and then Xia Li ascended.
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"Xia Ju ascended?" Zhuang Ming frowned.
"Shattering the void, Xia Ju ascending, and ranking in the Immortal Class is what countless cultivators in the world want." The master of Ziyan Temple looked up at the sky and sighed: "There are many legends about ancient times in the world, and there are many legends about Xia Ju ascending and shattering.
There are legends of the void, and there are even rumors that the Immortal God will occasionally come to this world, but those are legends recorded in ancient books after all..."
"Legend?" Zhuang Ming frowned slightly. When he was in Dongzhou, he had never heard of such a legend. He only knew that on top of Zhenxuan, one could cast a cauldron to become an immortal, but he had never heard of casting a cauldron to become an immortal.
The characters will shatter the void, and Xia Ju will fly away.
"In addition..." The Master of Ziyan Temple said in a deep voice: "The first patriarch has cultivated to the peak of the True Mysterious Realm. Thinking about the shadow of the old man that appeared on the stone tablet, he is still shaken and unable to calm down. According to his last words before his death, the stone tablet
The ancestor above seems to be able to destroy the powerful person of the Nine Seals of Zhenxuan with just one breath."
"The power to destroy the Nine Seals of Zhenxuan in the blink of an eye should only be possessed by the Immortal God of the Cauldron."
Zhuang Ming pondered and said, "I want to see the stone tablet myself."
The face of the master of Ziyan Temple changed slightly.
When he revealed the existence of the stone tablet.
He knew there would be such a result.
This person will definitely be tempted by the stone tablet involving the inheritance of heaven.
But after hearing these words, his heart still sank.
Will the immortal inheritance of Ziyan Temple be destroyed in the hands of his generation?
Without the inheritance of heaven, Ziyan Temple has lost its greatest support.
Moreover, this person may not be a soft-hearted person. It is not unimaginable that he went on a killing spree and massacred the Purple Smoke Temple in order to cover up the news about the heavenly monument.
There is no way inside or outside Ziyan Temple to stop a powerful being like him.
In other words, there is no cultivator in this world who can stop this person.
"Who are you anyway?"
The master of Ziyan Temple finally couldn't help but speak, and said in a deep voice: "Every Taoist skill you have is far better than any Taoist skill in the world. It is exquisite and mysterious. Compared with what I, Ziyan Temple, have obtained from the inheritance of heaven."
His secret skills are no less impressive, or even better..."
His words still saved some face for his family.
Shicai's fighting skills are not inferior to others?
Zi Yan Guan is proud of the inherited secret technique of the practitioners in the world, but it is of no use and is instantly defeated by the opponent's Taoist technique.
When Zhuang Ming heard this, he just laughed and said, "You will know it later."
He put his hands behind his back and felt a slight movement in his heart.
The words of the Master of Ziyan Temple seemed to trigger some of his thoughts.
He probably understood the truth behind it all.
But before he could sort it out, he raised his eyebrows and looked in another direction.