Dongyun Mountain, Qingyuan Sect.

Despite having completely occupied Dongyun, the Qingyuan Sect remained unchanged, still guarding its own three thousand miles of mountains.

Feng Yiju stood outside the Hall of Longevity, his gaze directed towards the outside of the Seven Extremes Secret Realm.

With the blessing of the Qingyuan rules, the distant battlefield was barely visible – the specific situation within the battle space could not be seen, but the residual power that had dispersed was visible to the outside world.

The mere residual power was enough to obliterate Dongyun a thousand and eight hundred times over.

Whether it was the mountain spirit, the array flag, the mountain protection formation, or any other means, upon contact with such residual power, they would collapse, without any exceptions.

He had also truly seen the means of the Xuantian Sect Leader. In an instant, it was as if he had traveled through space and arrived directly outside the battle space, with a single stroke of his brush, thousands of talismans were released. Any one of these talismans was enough to suppress the entire Qingyuan Sect.

He turned his head to look at the mountain spirit hovering in the sky above Dongyun, at the Three Life Gate that was left with only two doors, at the various sects of Dongyun that had already withdrawn out of fear of Qingyuan, at the eight Great Ming King demon statues standing tall…

His gaze became even more profound, but the rising and falling of his chest betrayed his inner turmoil.

After a long time, Feng Yiju turned around and slowly walked back into the Hall of Longevity, no longer looking at the situation outside the Seven Extremes Secret Realm.

The door of the hall slowly closed.

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Inside the Fire Chamber of the Seven Extremes Secret Realm, the eggshell fell to the ground and disappeared out of thin air.

Su He emerged from the shell, feeling as if he had just gone through a period of hibernation. The burden on his body from crossing the Heavenly Tribulation and cultivating the new Divine Ability was completely gone.

Above his head, the seven bone skeletons of the soaring snakes were still burning, warming the entire Fire Chamber. The whole turtle, from inside to outside, felt exceptionally comfortable.

With each step he took, his body expanded a circle. After circling around a bone skeleton of a soaring snake, his body had already recovered to six meters in size.

But the white jade turtle shell was gone. When Su He emerged from the shell, he had returned to his original form of the black jade Dragon Turtle, and the white jade turtle shell of the White Spirit had disappeared.

The red tadpole bounced around on the ground a few times, then transformed back into a green frog, jumping onto the turtle shell and stomping its feet in a show-off manner, changing between a tadpole and a frog from time to time.

Su He: “???”

Is it a big deal to be able to transform into a tadpole? The palm-sized tadpole, with its clear and hideous appearance, was truly ugly.

It was still blood-red, making it even more eerie.

“Jealous?” The frog-tadpole glanced at him: “I’ve gained the ability of a seventh-grade soul beast in advance!”

Frogs are always one step ahead of others.

Being able to transfer items between reality and the Xuan Realm is an eighth-grade ability. It was born with it. Being able to revert to a juvenile state is a seventh-grade ability, which it also obtained early.

When a soul beast reaches the seventh grade, its body can revert to a juvenile state, saving all its energy to prepare for the ninth grade to open up the Xuan Realm.

Just like Gu Luo’s chick. In its chick form, it only retains the most basic ability of the soul beast, and is gearing up to wait for the ninth grade to open the Xuan Realm.

But the juvenile state is not just for opening up the Xuan Realm.

Moreover, just like a cultivator nurturing a sword, the longer the juvenile state is maintained, the stronger the ability will be when the true form is revealed.

The Teng Snake clan was overjoyed that they couldn’t seal the explosive Jin Chicken.

Thinking about it this way, it really was worth celebrating.

But shouldn’t the first reaction to this happening to a frog be weird? Su He didn’t know what grade the frog was, and the frog itself wasn’t clear either.

Its memory was intermittent, like a sugar-coated hawthorn, one piece at a time, and its abilities were all over the place. It had the eighth-grade ability to transfer items between the Xuan Realm and reality, but it didn’t have the third-grade soul beast’s ability to teleport across space…

And it was stubborn as a mule, justifying itself like Kong Yiji: Different soul beasts, different abilities!

Ignoring the still excited frog, Su He circled around the Fire Chamber, searching.

“What are you looking for?” The giant tadpole form of the frog jumped in front of Su He and asked.

“Mechanism!”

His consciousness was slapped by the White Spirit, and something extra appeared in his mind. He knew how to go to the pill room.

Previously, his consciousness was at the knob of the pill furnace, and the pill room was right under his feet. But when he looked down, he couldn’t see the specific situation of the pill room, instead, he would jump over the pill room and see the scene inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

“I found it!” Su He looked at an inconspicuous flame depiction on the wall of the Fire Chamber. It was no different from the other depictions, but at this moment, in Su He’s eyes, this flame seemed to have life, jumping and dancing!

The frog didn’t see anything.

“Let’s go!” Su He called out.

“Without the white jade turtle shell, can you still go up?” The tadpole jumped up and landed on Su He’s turtle shell.

Su He chuckled lightly: “The Divine Ability is still there.”

He had recognized his kin, although he didn’t know where the white jade turtle shell had gone, his Divine Ability was not suppressed.

The water waves under him rolled, lifting Su He straight into the air, and he crashed headlong into the dancing flame depiction.

It was as if he had jumped into a lake, the furnace wall rippled, and Su He passed through the wall. The frog was still in its red tadpole form, wagging its tail and eager to try.

Then – thump!

It hit the furnace wall head-on and was bounced back, bouncing a few times on the ground and reverting to its frog form, squatting on the ground with a bewildered look on its face as it watched the Dragon Turtle pass through the wall.

It was once again treated as an outsider, just like when it was struck by lightning in the canyon!

Its eyes were full of astonishment, as if it had married a non-human, and no one in the entire mother-in-law’s family treated it as one of their own.

It wanted to use the connection between the soul beast and its master to teleport directly to Su He’s side, but its little paw waved in mid-air for a long time, only to find that it couldn’t grasp the aura of that stupid Dragon Turtle at all.

This place blocked the Xuan Realm, and it couldn’t even return to the Xuan Realm.

The frog went crazy all of a sudden, banging a smoking pipe against the pillar of the Fire Chamber: “Old lady… spit! Frog Lord will tear your turtle shell apart!”

Outside the Fire Chamber, at the end of the canyon, in the middle of the large lake, the sound of explosions gradually weakened, a soaring snake sank to the bottom of the lake, its body in tatters, constantly bubbling like a fizzy tablet.

Water grasses pecked at the body of the soaring snake, but the white turtle was nowhere to be seen. Even the white turtle that had been swallowed by the soaring snake had disappeared.

After an unknown period of time, the soaring snake slowly woke up, exhaled a string of bubbles, and lifted its head in confusion, looking at the unfamiliar lake.

The “moon” character on its forehead glowed, and next to it, the character “old” slowly appeared. The two characters “moon” and “old” rotated side by side, forming a beautiful pattern.

It was like an old man reading a book under the moonlight, with a smile on his face.

Ignoring the water grasses that kept attacking, it swam to the surface of the water and quietly looked in the direction of the canyon.

It could feel that its clan brother was dead…

Little Turtle had somehow killed a soaring snake that was far beyond its realm. But it was clear that it must have used some despicable means.

At this moment, there should be elders of the clan outside the secret realm. Should it call the elders in and directly annihilate Little Turtle without any rules?

Even if an elder fell, being able to kill a Dragon Turtle one-on-one would still be a profitable deal.

Once this thought emerged, it couldn’t be suppressed. After several attempts to return, it finally lifted its tail and slapped itself with it, waking itself up a bit.

This idea was too terrifying. The clan elders should not be used as pawns. Even if the soaring snake clan was not as harmonious as the Four Spirits, such thoughts should not exist.

It shook its tail and swam towards the canyon again. This time it was smarter, not flying directly, and stopped moving forward as soon as it entered the valley.

The valley had thunder, but it was very effective against waste pollution. It bathed in the thunder here to heal its injuries.

The only way out for the Dragon Turtle was here, so it waited here, ready to snatch whatever it got.

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Su He passed through the furnace wall, and a heart-soothing fragrance of flowers came, accompanied by the chirping of insects and birds.

The pill room was a world of its own.

Looking around, there was no boundary, and no “pill” was seen.

It was a summer night here, with the full moon hanging high and sparse stars. The moonlight cast a tranquil glow.

The toad did not come in with him.

Su He called out in his heart, only to hear the toad snort arrogantly.

Su He chuckled lightly. The toad probably just had offspring, and its mood was not very stable. If it didn’t come in, then it didn’t. The fire room had no other exits, and the temperature would not suddenly rise, so it was very safe.

Bai Ling slapped him with a paw, leaving the information of the fire room. It should be safe there… Could it be that Bai Ling left the toad in the fire room?

Otherwise, why would it only tell him that the fire room was safe?

According to Bai Ling’s character, it could do such a thing.

Su He walked on the waves, moving in the moonlit night like water. His speed was neither fast nor slow, and it was only when daylight broke that he walked out of the forest, with a large river blocking his way.

So, Su He followed the river downstream.

He walked for two or three days. Fish were looking for food in the downstream, and shrimps and crabs were racing. But there were no cultivators, no exotic beasts, no divine beasts…

This was a world without any divine anomalies.

The only anomaly was Su He himself, but he did not belong to this world – none of the beasts and fish in this world could see him.

It was as if he was detached from the world.

The flow of time was also wrong. The toad’s arrogant blame took several months to fully transmit, stretching a single sentence into several months.

It was like there was background music accompanying him.

This world was very strange. After walking millions of miles, Su He gradually adapted to this place and even forgot about the outside world – not forgetting, just subconsciously ignoring.

Even the toad’s voice became like sleep talk.

Su He climbed high mountains, descended into deep abysses, searched all around but did not see the “pill”. He looked around in confusion, aimlessly walking, through spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

Watching fish compete for food, watching birds spread their wings. Watching the grass grow and the orioles fly, the sea turned into mulberry fields…

Su He didn’t stop for a moment, from east to west, from south to north. He saw mountains turn into plains, and wastelands turn into coastlines.

This was a planet, with an opposite shore at the end of the sea, glaciers, deserts, familiar beasts quietly passing away, and strange creatures silently appearing.

Su He didn’t know why he was walking here. Until he met people.

People began to appear on the riverbank at some point, wearing animal skins, gathering fruits and hunting.

They knelt to thunder and lightning, worshipped wind and rain, gathered in groups of thirty, and formed clans of a hundred.

Su He stopped and watched them slowly develop in the river.

The river changed its course several times, some clans were destroyed, and some clans thrived.

People took off their animal skins and put on linen clothes, farming with fire. Su He saw a flag for the first time, it was very ugly!

This tribe was called Jie. It was the most powerful tribe within the four directions, with twenty to thirty thousand people.

They had rules, etiquette, classes, and wars. They fought against the heavens and people, there were more cries, and more joy.

Blood was spilled on the earth, and after death, they were buried in the earth, in the water, or on the trees on the high mountains. Their souls, flesh, and spirits completely merged into this world.

Generation after generation. The more civilized they became, the more barbaric they were, the further they went, the more they wanted, and the more artistic their wars became.

History seemed to start repeating itself.

Su He left the water and entered the forest.

A cicada flew and landed on a tree, laying eggs. Autumn passed, winter came, spring arrived, summer came, the eggs hatched, turned into nymphs and fell into the soil, hiding under the roots.

They sucked the root juice and barely survived.

A child was digging the soil to catch insects, so it hid even deeper. It didn’t come out of the soil once in late summer and autumn, and when the snow fell, it hid even deeper.

Looking at this insect, this mountain, this water, and the tribes outside the forest…

Su He felt more and more detached from the world, not belonging to this world. A hint of enlightenment was born in his heart.

In the inheritance sea of the Sense Realm Dao Palace, the Dragon Turtle hummed softly and lowered its head. A star in its eyes uncontrollably fell into Su He’s Sense Realm and merged into his body.

Divine Ability: Snow Concealment!My body is still here, but I am invisible, inaudible, and undetectable. Like a flying snowflake, I am hidden in the accumulated snow, hard to find. I merge with the flowing water, becoming one with the dust and light, even more undetectable.

This is not a technique of invisibility, but it is stronger than invisibility.

This Divine Ability merges into my body, unlike the slow adaptation required by the mountain gods and water spirits, I grasp its true meaning in an instant.

Su He slightly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he seemed to merge with the world, making it difficult for any means to detect him.

It’s a pity that my Divine Ability is useless here. He was already undetectable in this world. After retracting his Divine Ability, Su He shook his body and dived into the river again, only to see a young cub of the Ji tribe not far away, staring at him with wide eyes, unblinkingly.

After a long stare between the man and the turtle, the young boy screamed and ran away clumsily. Su He turned around and dived into the water.

The fish in the water were startled and quickly swam away.

He… has merged into this world, but he has been discovered!

On the riverbank, the Ji tribesmen came with their long spears, looking around but not seeing Su He. However, they saw huge claw marks on the ground.

They knelt on the ground in reverence and began to wail.

Su He hid in the water, quietly watching.

In just three days, the flag of the Ji tribe changed. They took down the ugly big tree that used to be their symbol and replaced it with a — even uglier turtle.

It should be a turtle! It’s too abstract, Su He couldn’t recognize it.

The young boy who had seen him was taken in by the tribe’s shaman at a young age. He was taught to pray to heaven and earth, to observe the wind and rain, to predict the heat and cold.

By the time the cicada emerged from the ground, climbed up the tree trunk, shed its shell, and turned into a singing insect, the young boy had grown into a new shaman at the age of fifteen.

But he did not stay with the tribe, instead, he followed the river in search of Su He.

He climbed high mountains, crossed rivers, and as time passed, the young boy became an old man. He had been wandering outside for decades, initially in search of Su He, but unknowingly, he began to appreciate the mountains and rivers, the lakes and ponds.

He watched the thunder split the trees from the mountain top, and observed the waves in the deep sea.

One by one, his followers died from diseases, wild beasts, poisonous insects… A slight carelessness in this world could lead to death.

Thirty years later, the shaman, now in his forties, returned to the tribe with white hair and a hunched back, leaning on a cane.

What greeted him was an unfamiliar flag.

The turtle was still there, but it had grown wings on its back. It was in a flying posture — the Ji tribe had been defeated and had merged with the neighboring tribe.

The tribe had lost its shaman, who could predict the weather. Without weather forecasts, no matter how many mountains they burned, they couldn’t save the tribe.

The new tribe welcomed him back with the ceremony of a shaman.

But the shaman was at a loss, he dared not face the eyes of the old and young of his former tribe. Even though they didn’t blame him — the shaman left the tribe to find the gods, which was sacred and solemn.

Their defeat was simply because they hadn’t found the gods, but the shaman had done his best.

The shaman aged overnight and hid on the mountain, never coming down again. He lived in a hut, eating raw meat and drinking blood. He didn’t speak a word until the former tribal leader came to pray, and the shaman made a weather prediction.

He was never wrong!

After wandering for thirty years, he understood the language of heaven and earth more and more. He knew when the wind would rise and when it would rain.

The new tribe revered him as a god.

But the shaman became more and more silent. If he hadn’t left, or if he had returned earlier, the tribal totem wouldn’t have grown wings.

He remained silent, only accompanied by the stars and mountains. He observed the stars at night and the mountains and rivers during the day. The land in front of his hut was his canvas, and he used branches as brushes to paint the sky and the earth…

Su He quietly watched him, smelling the scent of “Dan” from him.

It was a strange feeling, as if heaven and earth were telling him that the shaman was the “Dan”!

But the shaman died…

He painted the stars and the moon, the mountains and rivers. But he destroyed all his paintings, then sat motionless in front of his hut, sometimes crying, sometimes dancing, like a madman.

He wanted to paint the world, but he could only draw a “-” and a “–” on the rock, and then he couldn’t draw anymore.

He lay on the rock and cried loudly, then danced again after crying.

The shaman went mad.

The new tribal leader came to see him. The shaman pointed at the symbols on the rock, but couldn’t speak anymore. He fell down and was buried next to the rock, turning into a skeleton.

The scent of “Dan” fell on the rock.

These were the Yin and Yang symbols.

Su He quietly watched, but did not show himself. He didn’t understand resurrection, nor did he understand life extension. Moreover, he dared not show himself.

There was no magic in this world, and every time he appeared, he felt that heaven and earth were about to expel him.

The new king often came to see the two symbols left by the shaman, but he gained nothing. He wanted to learn the shaman’s ability to predict the weather from these symbols, but he never understood.

Later, the new king stopped coming.

He wanted to conquer the world.

He wanted to take back the land, women, strong men, and children of other tribes… He wanted his tribe to live better.

The king tamed deer and horses, rode them, and took the warriors of the tribe to farther places. He saw more mountains and rivers, experienced more wind and rain, until he was old and gray, he came back and lived on the mountain where the shaman used to live, looking at the symbols left by the shaman.

He looked at them all day long.

He could already predict the weather, having seen so much, he had learned.

He sat in front of the shaman’s grave, looking at the two symbols left by the shaman on the rock. These two symbols were drawn from the shaman’s lifetime of experience, accumulation, and regret.

Day after day, he looked at the symbols, laughed, and then cried. After crying to his heart’s content, he picked up a stone and started to draw on the rock.

But he raised his hand, but never put it down, just quietly looking at the rock, maintaining the posture of drawing.

He stayed like this for ten years.It wasn’t until ten years later that he shakily drew a “”. In an instant, the aura of the elixir on the mountain stone was a hundred thousand times stronger. The wind rose, the clouds rolled, and dark clouds covered the sky, as if heaven wanted to stop him from continuing.

But he seemed oblivious, raising his hand to continue. It took ten years to make Qian, and three days to complete Kun. “” was drawn.

In an instant, the wind and rain were fierce, and thunder and lightning roared.

A flash flood erupted from a higher peak, trying to stop his creation. Lightning struck, and the mountains trembled.

Su He roared and leapt up to shield him, blocking the wind, clouds, and thunder. With a swipe of his claw, the flash flood reversed, and the mountain god’s seal suppressed the peak, calming the mountains.

Only the thunder and lightning became more violent, densely falling on Su He’s turtle shell like rain.

There was even the aura of heavenly tribulation on it.

The king looked up at Su He, laughing heartily, extremely happy.

The god that the witch was looking for had always been there, he just didn’t know!

Laughing, he suddenly burst into tears. He picked up a stone and began to draw on the mountain stone again, but the stone fell without leaving a trace.

The world was stopping his painting.

The king laughed heartily, even happier. A bolt of lightning struck down, hitting the witch’s grave, seemingly wanting to reduce the instigator to ashes.

But it just so happened to strike his dry bones out. The king picked up the dry bones, stabbed them into his own heart, used the bone as a pen and blood as ink, and in an instant, all the eight trigrams were drawn.

The mountain stone began to glow with a green light, the wind and rain above his head stopped, and the flash flood was no more. But the thunder was even more rampant. The heavens and the earth concentrated all their power into the thunder, transforming it into a magnificent heavenly tribulation that struck down.

Su He raised his head and roared, facing the thunder and going straight up to the sky. He opened his mouth and a water ball exploded in the clouds. With a wave of his giant claw, he parted the clouds.

There was nothing divine in this world, and the heavenly tribulation was pitifully weak. But for mortals, it was a magnificent heavenly might.

The king seemed not to hear the thunder and roars in the sky. His hand kept waving, drawing one trigram after another. The eight trigrams were just the basics.

The “Great Yi” sixty-four hexagrams were all drawn on the mountain stone. The mountain stone had long transformed from an ordinary stone into a crystal clear jade.

In the center of the jade, a white jade turtle shell was faintly visible.

It had come here!

The witch’s bones were gone, the king’s blood was dry, all sixty-four hexagrams had fallen, the thunderclouds in the sky were rolling, and bolts of lightning struck down, not only striking the mountain stone but also the tribe below. It wanted to wipe out all the creatures that had witnessed the birth of the hexagrams.

Su He roared, stirring up a huge wave, and attacked the thunderclouds in the sky.

The king stood before the jade, looking at the sixty-four hexagrams, a smile on his face. He looked down at the witch, who was only a skull left, grinning as if he was also laughing.

Boom!

The king fell, collapsing on the ground. He was completely dead.

The jade carrying the sixty-four hexagrams shook and rose from the ground, rushing straight towards Su He, and drilled into the turtle shell.

It didn’t break the turtle shell, but it just so happened to drill in, straight into the realm pearl, and crashed into the chaos.

Inside the realm pearl, the chaos was rolling and exploding, like a pot of magma was boiling, and there were thunder and lightning, and ice mountains collapsing.

Refining earth, water, wind, and fire.

A space was forcibly opened up by the jade. A mountain shadow was pulled into the realm pearl and fell with a crash. The jade fell on the mountain shadow. It was shining brightly, but after a moment, the light went out, and it turned back into an ordinary mountain stone.

But the hexagrams on the mountain stone would occasionally appear, hinting at its extraordinariness.

The jade carrying the hexagrams flew away, and the thunderclouds in the sky gradually dispersed. Su He fell and hid his figure, diving back into the river, his consciousness eagerly sinking into the realm pearl.

The mountain, the mountain stone, the hexagrams – the Dao foundation!

This was the elixir that Bai Ling had refined for ten thousand years! A Dao foundation!

Su He suddenly understood why he had been shrunk by Bai Ling into a turtle egg. It was to merge with the white jade turtle shell and stimulate the innate energy within him.

Heaven had not yet been opened, but the Dao foundation had condensed, forcibly opening up a space and pulling down a mountain shadow. For Su He, this was a piece of innate land.

The realm pearl spun rapidly, and the turtle element grew exponentially.

The Heng hexagram, which was shrunk inside his body, was constantly shining, echoing the Heng hexagram on the Dao foundation.

(End of Chapter)