The toad cocked its head, its expression slightly heavy.
Green Snake flicked her tongue silently, while Feng Yaya kicked her feet on the camel's back, bowing her head and quieting down. She was still pondering Old Taoist Ge's words about "stealing Yaya's origin…"
Although she had known about this for a while, having it brought up by someone else unsettled her, and as a child, she became even more sensitive.
Su He, however, didn't care and just chuckled. The old man was trying to boost others' morale while undermining his own prestige!
Feng Yiju had once been obsessed with setting restrictions on him to enslave him. If he really had the ability, why bother with such effort?
Just directly transform and enlighten him!
Perhaps at that time, Su He's grade was too low, and Feng Yiju didn't think it was worth dying once for?
Then the Xuantian Sect must be worth it, so why not go directly and transform them? Moreover, he had seen Gu Luo, but dared not do anything.
In such a situation, Su He couldn't figure out the reason on his own. In the midst of Qianjiang, Su He's consciousness awoke.
The chat area was bustling.
Qianqianzi: "Does anyone have a map of the Heavenly Star Palace?"
Can-Chen Daoist: "Qianqianzi, come to my island, I'll give you one. Also, I've created a secret realm on my island, you all are welcome to explore it in three days!"
Qianqianzi: "Thank you, Senior Can-Chen."
Su He spoke up directly.
Su He: "Seniors, I've encountered an enemy who, upon death, twists the cognition of his enemies, making them obey him upon revival. How do I break such a shameless skill?"
Can-Chen Daoist: "Ah, young friend Su He has arrived. The enemy you speak of sounds familiar, a monk or a demon?"
Buddhist and demonic sects have too many similar skills; it's hard to distinguish based on a single description.
Su He: "It's similar, he should have a Buddhist heritage."
Feng Yiju, the Sect Leader of a Daoist sect, using Buddhist methods, should expelled from the group.
Qianqianzi: "As a little prince of the Dragon Turtle clan, faced with such a tricky situation, call for your parents!"
Envy the Dragon Turtles, a top-tier clan that spoils one of their own. They get stars if they want stars, moons if they want moons.
Su He: "My parents can't take care of me right now."
You might not believe it, but my parent hasn't even hatched yet, still in gestation.
Can-Chen Daoist: "Then you need to consult a professional for this matter. Horny Monk!"
Su He looked towards a small island in the east, where in a monastery, a kind-looking old monk was meditating. He saw the words in the public area. A bubble above his head burst: "You scoundrel! %*…&￥"
Qianjiang is civilized; curses don't show up.
As soon as the words appeared, the old monk calmed for a moment, then with a hand like an eraser, wiped away the bubble above his head. He then clasped his hands and resumed breathing exercises, and after a while, he spoke in the chat area.
Three Aspects Monk: "Amitabha! Can-Chen Daoist friend, I will soon travel to the Central Great World, and I hope to discuss the Dao with you for a thousand years. I hope you will not decline."
This was a challenge! Everyone immediately widened their eyes, full of excitement.
Can-Chen Daoist: "Great! With the protective Golden Lotus given by Fairy Ji, I've just refined two magical treasures. When the Horny Monk arrives, I'll gift you one."
The old monk ignored him and looked towards Su He instead.
Three Aspects Monk: "Young friend Su He, don't overthink it. True Buddhist transformation is not so petty. It guides with Buddhist teachings, and whether one enters the Zen gate is a matter of fate. How can one force others? According to what you've described, this person requires self-sacrifice to transform others, which is an evil path! Even the demons are not as bad. It reminds me of the 'Elder Wusheng' from the Fertile Spirit Great World 30,000 years ago."
No one interrupted in Qianjiang, and Su He quietly awaited further explanation. Dragon Turtle heritage doesn't cover everything, and many common knowledge aspects of cultivation are actually learned from the casual chats among the people of Qianjiang.
Master Three Aspects put down his wooden fish and teleported to the central island, where everyone else soon appeared.
Three Aspects Monk: "That Elder Wusheng had similar methods, yet despite reaching the fourth step of Traverse Heaven, he committed suicide for his beliefs, sacrificing a small world and its countless beings to convert a six-layer Traverse Heaven believer. Although he died, that believer was devout beyond measure, and went to great lengths to revive him, treating him like a deity."
The crowd showed displeasure; such methods of twisting others' minds were the most detestable, far worse than killing.
Can-Chen Daoist frowned for a moment: "Horny Monk Monk, what happened after that?"
Calling him Horny Monk Monk again!
Three Aspects Monk's expression stiffened, unable to maintain the dignified appearance of a Buddhist monk.
A bubble almost appeared above his head, but before it could form, he erased it with his hand, maintaining decorum in public.
As if nothing had happened, he chanted a Buddhist mantra in the chat area and continued: "Later, he spent 20,000 years advancing to the sixth layer of Traverse Heaven, subduing several believers of the same realm. Perhaps feeling invincible, he went to the Northern Void Sea of the Fertile Spirit Great World, intending to sacrifice all Traverse Heaven beings and subdue a Divine Beast there."
The old monk stopped there, smiling at Su He.
Su He: "…"
He was familiar with the Fertile Spirit Great World! That was the ancestral land of the Teng Snake clan, which had been marked by the Dragon Turtle blood curse 300,000 years ago and had hidden away.
The Chaos of the Fertile Spirit Great World was eroding the world without anyone to suppress it. Uncle Zhu and Uncle Huai had gone there; these two were among the few Dragon Turtles with fixed locations.
Qianqianzi: "Although I know he's asking for trouble, I still want to know what happened next. Elder Three Aspects, what happened?"
The old monk clasped his hands together, chuckling.
Three Aspects Monk: "They went to the location of the ancient Dragon Turtle Huai, who was sleeping in the Chaos. Elder Wusheng led several six-layer Traverse Heaven beings and even more of the first and second layers, sacrificing themselves outside the Chaos Sea, and then… they died!"
He looked at Su He, smiling, with an image of a simple and honest Maitreya Buddha above his head: "Young friend Su He, you surely don't think that your Dragon Turtle clan's True Blood army is just for show, do you?"
Three Aspects Monk: "No matter the type of transformation or distortion, it always targets the divine soul, primordial spirit, or true spirit. Divine Beasts have their divine soul and body merged as one; the divine soul is the body, and the body is the divine soul. Such curse-like powers enter the body and are eradicated! Young friend, you need not worry. If you can't do it now, just advance and call for your parents. You should, however, pay more attention to those around you to prevent accidents."
So that's how it is.
Su He nodded, feeling somewhat relieved: "Thank you, Elder Three Aspects."
Can-Chen Daoist stroked his beard, a bubble appearing above his head: "I've heard that young friend Su He got a piece of Earth Garment at the Dragon God Sacrifice. If you wear it, you'll be even safer."
The Earth Garment is the membrane of a world, with infinite uses.
Su He opened his mouth but didn't speak. The Earth Garment was gone!
In the Bailings small world, the toad relayed the Qianjiang chat to everyone without missing a word.
Green Snake opened her mouth in an adorable and silly manner, not understanding anything about the sixth layer of Traverse Heaven, adult Dragon Turtles, Earth Garments, or True Blood armies… What were all these things?
Was the master praising the Dragon Turtle clan?
Su Huanian arrived halfway through and looked at Green Snake with a gentle smile: "You don't need to worry either. As long as your Mind's Eye Dao Shadow is intact, it's the strongest protection."
The Mind's Eye Divine Object of the demon race is an innate Dao Body, related to the demon race's heritage and a protection for them when they are weak. At this time, it's the least afraid of attacks on the divine soul.
"What about you?" Su He asked Su Huanian.
Su Huanian smiled lightly: "Any method targeting the soul or primordial spirit, I fear none."
Confident, indifferent, and unconcerned.
"Is that so!" Su He realized and then asked, "What about Yaya?"
Su Huanian shook her head: "Yaya's origin is special, she can be killed but not bent. Killing her is not difficult, but twisting her cognition is impossible."
Feng Yaya looked at her mother with a horrified face, seemingly unable to believe that her own mother spoke so calmly about such a cruel topic.
Su Huanian looked at her: "All you know is to be lazy. Have you refined your beast blood?"
Feng Yaya immediately looked pitiful, wanting to beg for mercy, but seeing Su Huanian's uncompromising expression, she stuck out her tongue, jumped onto Su He's back, took out a bronze pot, placed her hand on it, and continuously channeled her power into the pot.
This was a treasure pot given by Gu Luo. Once recognized as the master, it could refine beast blood into the most suitable form for the owner, and when Feng Yaya transformed into a beast, she would no longer reject the beast blood at the root.
This pot was unique in all the heavens, with no other like it.
Su Huanian looked at Su He: "The Soul-Separating Pill will be ready in three days. I'll take Yaya out to transform into a beast. What about you?"
With Su He's Longevity Stone Milk, the sooner the beast transformation, the better. The longer the delay, the more likely problems would arise. Su Huanian couldn't wait any longer. After Yaya's transformation, she would still need to find a way to repair her origin.
Su He thought for a moment and replied: "First, I'll find a technique that can refine space and incorporate the entrance of the small world into the Three Lives Pillar Stone. After that, I should choose a piece of Chaos to suppress."
With Feng Yaya going out for beast transformation and Su Huanian as her protector, Su He couldn't go with them. With his consciousness outside, Feng Yaya's physical body would be in the small world, requiring someone to guard it.
At this moment, Su He had opened the heavens and mastered the power of the world, so he could refine space himself. He could personally refine the gate of a small world. If he could refine it into a mobile gate to carry with him, that would be perfect.
But for now, it probably wasn't possible.
Su Huanian nodded: "It's time to have a suppressing territory." She had been with Su He for a long time and naturally knew the path of advancement and cultivation for Dragon Turtles. A suppressing territory is essentially a domain for refining source stones. It's the foundation of a Dragon Turtle's cultivation.
Otherwise, just breathing and absorbing qi would make advancement too slow.
Which Divine Beast doesn't have its own territory?
In the Heritage Sea, there were many techniques for refining space, even a top-notch space Divine Ability, but Su He couldn't inherit it yet. That Divine Ability involved the inner world and required opening the Three Heavens to access.
Su He and the toad took a long time to settle on a technique called "Barbarian King Refining Realm Art," said to be created by the Barbarian King when he unified a hundred thousand mountains and refined them into a cave heaven world.
It was one of the few techniques in the Dragon Turtle heritage not originally created by Dragon Turtles.
This Barbarian King must be the one Feng Yaya greatly admired, who rose from a hundred thousand mountains, conquered the heavens, with a black and white bear under him, and unmatched brute strength.
Su He had always thought this was just a legend.
Su Huanian returned to the small island to refine the pill, the camel took Feng Yaya to patrol the borders, and the toad helped Su He snatch the technique before running off again.
The frog was busy, managing a vast beast kingdom, planning the settlements in the mountains and seas and Qianjiang, contacting the many sects with contracts, and matching various materials and treasures for Su He's advancement. He was constantly on the move.
Su He pondered the Barbarian King Refining Realm Art, his consciousness once again awakening in Qianjiang. While peeking at the chats of the people in Qianjiang, he returned to his own small island.
Qianjiang was newly established, with laws manifesting. One could freely experience and modify them.
Su He's understanding of space and the opening of the heavens was far too weak. Editing the laws of Qianjiang here was greatly beneficial in familiarizing himself with space and the world.
In Qianjiang, the more people used and modified the solidified laws, the greater the benefits to oneself. Like the secret realm set up by Can-Chen Daoist, which utilized countless laws, the more people explored it, the more laws were used, and the more feedback Can-Chen Daoist received.
In Su He's view, it was like crowdfunding cultivation.
However, there were only twenty or thirty people in Qianjiang, all of whom needed to cultivate. Aside from initially helping out of courtesy, whether he could attract people again depended on his own methods.
Su He couldn't create a secret realm—he hadn't experienced any secret realms himself, so how could he create one?
At this moment on Su He's island, an open space was cleared, looking like a sandbox. On the north and south sides, there were camps, with strange vehicles placed in the camps.
If people from his past life saw this, they would laugh: a real-life tank battle!
Su He had been working on this game for half a month. It involved many laws: shaping, prohibitions, space, life and death, barriers…
Su He's true body hadn't mastered even a single law, which were high-end techniques to be slowly comprehended after stabilizing the inner world.
Only in this newly born Xuan realm, where all kinds of laws were visible to the naked eye, could they be edited and utilized.
The game was almost complete. As a newcomer, Su He hoped the seniors would give him face and play a few rounds, allowing him to better receive feedback from the laws. Then, practicing the Barbarian King Refining Realm Art would be even smoother.
Su He never thought about causing a cultural leap or technological revolution here.
He simply wanted to cultivate, and since he couldn't create a secret realm, he had to use what he was familiar with. The game itself wasn't important; participation was.
In the chat area, Su He's large characters appeared: "Seniors and Daoist friends, I've made a game. Would you all play a few rounds to help me grasp some laws so I can practice a technique?"
Can-Chen Daoist: "Eh? Has young friend Su He already created a secret realm? This speed is worthy of a Dragon Turtle." It took him a lot of effort to attract Daoist friends to play in a secret realm he created.
But Su He understood the rules; the first time creating a secret realm, everyone would surely participate a few times as a newcomer's benefit.
Qianqianzi: "Let's see what game Su He Daoist friend has made. If it's a Dragon Turtle fight, I'll have to cry mercy."
Junlan Fairy: "Crying mercy, crying mercy! Last time, Long Xuan made a dragon clan fight, and it was terrifying."
On Meng Xuan's island, anyone who went there would become a dragon and could fight in the way of the dragon clan. That was fine, but Meng Xuan made herself the Mountain King, and everyone else was an official soldier. Have you ever seen officials chased around the world by bandits?
One by one, beams of light fell on Su He's island, entering the game field and landing in the tanks. The red and blue teams were evenly distributed.
Names appeared above the tanks.
【Can-Chen Daoist】【Zhan Xiu】【Junlan Fairy】…
Bubbles appeared above the tanks:
"Eh?"
"What's this?"
"A war chariot?"
"Can it explode?"
As each consciousness entered, they immediately knew the game rules. It was simple: no use of magical skills, only driving the tanks, trying their best to break through the enemy's base while defending their own.
Can-Chen Daoist tried controlling the tank, turned the cannon towards a small hill, and fired.
Boom!
With one shot, the entire hill was blown away, but there were no magical skills or divine abilities, just the power of the tank itself.
In the chat area, Can-Chen Daoist's words were a bit unstable: "This thing, this thing…"
In the Xuan realm, one could edit laws, but that didn't mean one could fabricate anything. Fabrication was an illusion! Theoretically, anything that appeared in the Xuan realm could be realized in the outside world!
That meant mortals could create a war chariot capable of destroying a hill. No matter how difficult, it was theoretically possible.
This suddenly struck a chord with Can-Chen Daoist.
It was as if a new world had opened up to him.
Was this the wisdom accumulated by the Dragon Turtle heritage over countless years? His gaze towards Su He changed.
Just then, a cannonball grazed his tank and exploded behind him. Opposite, Qianqianzi took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, blasting a hole in the wall of the base.
No honor!
A predatory expression appeared on Can-Chen Daoist's tank: "You wench! How dare you sneak attack!"
In his mind, the rules for controlling the tank flashed: a "Y"-shaped joystick for direction, left-hand button for bullets, right-hand button for the cannon.
He drove the tank towards Qianqianzi, but at that moment, a cannonball exploded at his feet.
If not for a sudden premonition, he would have turned away, and that shot would have destroyed his tank.
Turning his head, he saw the Three Aspects Monk's tank with a laughing expression above it, and a dialogue bubble appeared: "Can-Chen Daoist friend, take my shot!"
Can-Chen Daoist jumped up and cursed: "Horny Monk! You and I are on the red team! Why are you attacking me?"
The Three Aspects Monk's tank displayed a sneering expression, unbothered by the name-calling: "Can-Chen Daoist friend, no need to speak, just accept your fate!"
Who cares about red or blue teams? I just want to run you over!
At that moment, a golden dragon-shaped beam of light struck the Three Aspects Monk's tank, obliterating it with a single shot.
The shot came from Zhan Xiu's tank, a senior who had once clashed with the Dragon Turtles.
Zhan Xiu sat in his tank, nodding slowly.
So that's how it is, the floating orbs in the sky are skills? Hitting them activates the skills.
The tanks forbade the use of magical skills and divine abilities, making these skills the only available powers.
He looked around; judging by their shapes, the skills included healing, speed boosts, and attacks. But they lasted for a very short time, each orb floating for about three breaths before vanishing.
This was a game that required teamwork and coordination!
This is war!
Zhan Xiu's fighting spirit soared, his armor clanking against the tank's interior.
Who else but a general thrives on the battlefield? He was born for the clash of arms!
Outside the game field, Master Three Aspects looked on in astonishment. He glanced at Zhan Xiu, teeth gritted, about to curse, but before the bubble could form, he erased it, clasped his hands, and chanted: "Amitabha."
Monks in this world also chant Amitabha.
Su He pondered.
On the battlefield, bubbles appeared above Zhan Xiu's tank, square and upright, the font itself exuding a general's style: "Once on the battlefield, one must first eliminate the troublemakers. Backstabbing comrades deserves death! Red team, follow my command, Junlan Fairy gather healing skills, Can-Chen gather attack, all troops scatter and advance in a serpentine formation…"
His words were not yet fully displayed when a swarm of tanks from the opposite side charged over, bombarding the red team's base without a word.
In an instant, mountains collapsed, and the base fell.
The red team members reappeared as red lights next to Master Three Aspects. Above the battlefield, the blue team's flag fluttered, with the names of Meng Xuan, Qianqianzi, and others waving in the wind.
In the chat area.
Zhan Xiu: "…"
Can-Chen Daoist: "…"
Junlan Fairy: "…"
When did this Mountain King join? No one noticed when Meng Xuan entered the Xuan realm.
Meng Xuan: "Hahaha! Beautiful! I just entered the Xuan realm and stumbled upon He's game. I love this game, simple rules and brutal effects! He, make some changes, expand the battlefield by dozens of times, divide into more teams, and open the function for free team formation."
Not only that, but there should also be team chat functions, reward mechanisms, and recharge features. Su He knew what the game lacked. But he made the game only to comprehend the laws.
Not all features are necessary.
Su He responded with a nod, closing his eyes to receive the feedback from the laws, carefully perceiving.
Beside him, the people of Qianjiang were already eager to try, itching to rejoin the battlefield. The first time was just to get familiar with the rules; they hadn't had a chance to show their true abilities.
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