Heaven-Mending Pill

This was awkward.

Lin Xiaoyao tried to stir the dense laws hanging down from the void before him. He could feel that he discerned their profound truths and grasped the supreme principles of the Great Dao.

The birth and destruction of countless worlds seemed to rest upon a single thought of his.

And yet, all his efforts to manipulate those laws ended in failure.

Sure enough, having only a king-tier account without the corresponding cultivation still made it difficult to accomplish anything. It seemed he needed to make up for the magical power a Saint ought to possess.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. The bright moon hung high overhead. Though it was not yet the Hour of the Ox, according to the time before his transmigration, midnight had long since passed. It could already be counted as the next day.

And this Founder's Shrine should count as an extremely important location.

Thus, he said, "System, sign me in."

"Congratulations, Host. Sign-in successful. You have received five hundred years of cultivation."

"Note: This is a repeatable sign-in location. The Host may sign in once per day."

The System's prompt slowly sounded.

"Five hundred years of cultivation?"

Lin Xiaoyao froze, then was overjoyed. Like a sleepy man finding a pillow, the System truly was timely rain for him, delivering exactly what he needed most right now.

"Would the Host like to claim it now?"

"Claim it."

Lin Xiaoyao did not hesitate in the slightest.

The moon had already climbed to the center of the sky. In the entire Feathering Sect, there was likely no place more deserted and secluded than this. Naturally, he had no need for any misgivings.

The moment he spoke, Lin Xiaoyao felt a warm, vast stream of spiritual power travel through his extraordinary meridians and eight channels before finally converging in his dantian sea of qi.

Only after the time it took to drink a cup of tea did he slowly open his eyes.

His skin had become as warm and smooth as jade. His once ordinary appearance seemed to have grown handsome as well, yet upon closer inspection, his features were still the same features, and the shape of his face had not changed at all.

But the impression he gave was utterly different from before.

Like a grain of gold dusted over with grime, it could no longer conceal its original radiance; like a sharp sword leaving its sheath, its cold gleam was dazzling and piercing.

"The Golden Core Realm."

Lin Xiaoyao looked at his own hand. He seemed pleased, but then his brows furrowed slightly.

He still could not pry at the laws before him. Though he saw everything as clearly as a blazing fire, his cultivation was still far too low.

But there was no need to rush. This was only his second sign-in.

Though he was in the Golden Core Realm, he could feel that, with the Saint Fruit Position, he was utterly unlike the Golden Core cultivators within the sect.

Even if their cultivation and magical power were roughly equal, their understanding of the Great Dao and of power was entirely different.

Invincible among those of the same realm?

No, it went far beyond that.

Even if there were ten cultivators of the same realm, he could destroy them with a casual wave of his hand.

The radiance around Lin Xiaoyao gradually faded, and he returned to his ordinary self.

He was no longer an ordinary disciple who had just entered the sect. His cultivation even far surpassed that of the sect's stewards.

Yet Lin Xiaoyao still did not dare let down his guard in the slightest, nor did he wish to reveal his sharp edge before others.

After all, he only possessed the Saint Fruit Position, while his cultivation was currently lacking. And this world was far from peaceful. Not only was the outside world fraught with danger at every turn, but even within the Feathering Sect, though there were no True Immortals at present, there were still countless great figures. It was better to keep a low profile and continue lying low.

Thus, Lin Xiaoyao went nowhere and obediently remained in the Founder's Shrine. Others avoided this bitter task as if it were a plague, but he found it as sweet as honey.

This place was his blessed grotto-heaven.

On the third day.

Lin Xiaoyao swept the Founder's Shrine with an unchanged expression.

There was not the slightest trace of excitement on his face. Since he had decided to keep a low profile, he naturally could not act out of the ordinary. If he wore a jubilant expression while in the Founder's Shrine, that would truly be bizarre.

Though this was an exceptionally quiet place, if someone happened to notice anything strange in his expression, it would still arouse suspicion.

Details determined success or failure. His every action had to be free of any flaw or crack.

As Lin Xiaoyao swept, he silently recited in his heart, "System, sign me in."

"Congratulations, Host. Sign-in successful. You have received the medicinal pill 'Heaven-Mending Pill.' Would you like to claim it now?"

Not cultivation?

Lin Xiaoyao was somewhat disappointed, but the name Heaven-Mending Pill sounded rather formidable, even if he did not quite understand why.

"No need."

Lin Xiaoyao once again declined to claim it.

Though the Founder's Shrine was supremely secluded, and he now possessed Golden Core Realm cultivation, with divine sense capable of covering a hundred li—already far surpassing ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators—

Lin Xiaoyao still decided to be more cautious and wait until the dead of night.

"This is the Heaven-Mending Pill?"

The moon stood at its zenith, and the Founder's Shrine seemed even more tranquil. Lin Xiaoyao finally claimed today's reward.

A pill the size of a longan lay quietly in his palm.

It was warm and lustrous as jade, and seemed to retain traces of Dao essence.

"It can increase one's lifespan by three thousand years."

Though this was Lin Xiaoyao's first time seeing the Heaven-Mending Pill,

with the Saint Fruit Position, he could discern the three thousand Great Daos and command endless laws. With only a glance, he could see the medicinal nature and origin of this pill.

If such a thing were cast into the cultivation world, it would surely draw the covetous eyes of countless people and stir up a vast storm of blood and slaughter.

But to him...

Lin Xiaoyao sighed. It was useless trash.

Lifespan?

He had long ceased to need it.

Thus, after only a brief inspection, he tossed the Heaven-Mending Pill into the System Space. Though it was trash to him, it did not seem right to simply throw it away.

He could only sign in once a day, and Lin Xiaoyao felt somewhat listless.

After cleaning the Founder's Shrine, he had nothing else to do anyway. Why not simply try cultivating?

After all, the road to restoring the cultivation a Saint should possess was long and arduous. He could not rely solely on the System. Just as eggs should not be placed in one basket, he ought to make some effort himself.

Having made his decision, Lin Xiaoyao began to try.

Though only a few days had passed since he had been accepted as an official disciple of the Feathering Sect, when they had first arrived at the mountain, they had already been taught the most basic cultivation technique.

It was also considered an immortal family's secret art, used to lay foundations for disciples in the Qi Refining Realm. It was exceedingly steady and solid.

But at this moment, Lin Xiaoyao naturally would not cultivate the technique passed down by the sect.

Never mind a foundation-laying technique—even if the Feathering Sect's supreme secret art, one that only the Sect Master could cultivate, were placed before him, he would never spare it a second glance.

Cultivation techniques?

He had long ceased to need them.

A Saint had already comprehended the origin of the universe. The myriad heavens and worlds lay all within his sight. How could he possibly still need something as laughable as a cultivation technique?

He did not even sit cross-legged like an ordinary cultivator.

What he valued in cultivation was the origin of the Great Dao. So-called meditation postures were merely external things. With every breath he took, he could establish the most fundamental connection with this world.

However, he only possessed Golden Core Realm cultivation at present, so the area he could affect was limited—only the several hundred li within reach of his divine sense.

It happened to be the region covered by the Feathering Sect.