He bid farewell to the God King Jiang Taixu.
Li Qingshan trudged through the dark, Ancient Mine tunnels, resolutely heading towards the throbbing core area of Purple Mountain.
As a time traveler who knew the original story, his mental roadmap was far clearer than that of ordinary people.
The location where the " Source Heaven Book " was hidden, the stone platform that suppressed the " Wushi Scripture," and even the possible fleeting glimpse of the elixir of Immortal Medicine, all sketched vague yet guiding outlines in his mind.
He was dressed in a divine Source Stone robe, and his aura blended almost seamlessly with the surrounding rocks.
The Eighth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm was compressed to the extreme, like a dormant azure dragon, with only the immense power contained within the great dragon of the spine flowing silently.
His Innate Dao Embryo physique gave him an extraordinary perception of this world shrouded in supreme array patterns.
He could "hear" the mournful cries of the dragon energy imprisoned deep within the earth's veins, and he could "see" the ancient resentment and demonic energy intertwined in the Void, surging like a black tide.
That demonic call from the depths of my being is like countless invisible chains.
It constantly tries to entangle his soul, dragging him into Eternal damnation.
" The Undying Heavenly Emperor?"
Li Qingshan sneered inwardly. Within his sea of consciousness, the phenomenon of " Myriad Selves as One " manifested spontaneously, with countless illusory incarnations sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures, collectively solidifying his immortal Dao heart.
The Sun True Scripture was operating at full power, and crimson-gold blood energy was gently rising from the pores of his body. It was not Zhang Yang or outwardly released, but rather transformed into an indestructible divine sun within his body.
The aura of supreme yang and holiness was contained within, like an abyss, silently incinerating any demonic thoughts that attempted to invade.
He walked steadily, avoiding several areas where the malevolent aura was particularly strong.
With an almost prophetic ability, they navigated through the labyrinthine Ancient Mine and dilapidated palaces.
Along the way, the traces of battle became increasingly shocking.
There were huge claw marks that tore through the purple rock wall, which was comparable to adamantite, and the sharp aura that still stung the skin remained at the broken surface;
Black bloodstains, long since dried but still exuding an ominous and decaying aura, were splattered on the cave walls, outlining grotesque patterns;
Occasionally, one can even sense fragments of laws remaining in the Void.
That was far beyond his current Dragon Transformation Realm; it was the collision and annihilation of the laws of the ancient Mighty Figure during their battle.
It silently tells the story of the devastation that once occurred here, a tragedy powerful enough to topple mountains and rivers.
Li Qingshan's gaze swept over the area, his heart growing increasingly heavy. This Purple Mountain...
It truly lived up to its reputation as the place where the Primordial Undying Heavenly Emperor resided, and was later taken over by the Great Emperor Wushi.
His goal was clear: first and foremost, the dilapidated palace where the " Source Heaven Book " was stored.
Following the guidance of the unseen forces and the faint traces of their legacy, he quickly found the corner.
A skeleton sat cross-legged, its bones now tinged with a dull, jade-like color.
But the several shocking finger holes in his chest and the numerous unnatural fractures throughout his body indicated the terrifying enemy he ultimately encountered.
Beside the white bones were fragments of Stone Garment that had long since turned to dust, discernible only through the subtle perception of divine sense.
" Zhang Jiye, a tracing lineage, ultimately fell on the path of exploration."
Li Qingshan silently knew the fate of this descendant of the Source Heavenly Master.
Instead of immediately retrieving the silver book that was right next to the skeleton, he used his finger as a sword to dig a hole in the hard ground beside him.
The remains were carefully placed inside, covered with soil, and a simple stone tablet was erected, inscribed with "Tomb of Zhang Jiye, the Source Arts Master".
He bowed deeply, offering a solemn salute.
Although this person is gone, the glory of his ancestors and his own courage and determination to venture into this place are worthy of respect from those who come after.
After doing all this, his gaze finally fell on the gleaming silver metal book.
The book, though only a hundred pages long, was unusually heavy and icy to the touch, as if holding a piece of ancient, cold iron.
On the cover, the three ancient characters " Source Heaven Book " are written in bold, powerful strokes, resembling three dormant dragons poised to break through the sky.
Simply by holding it, one can feel a strange Daoist rhythm that resonates with the heavens, earth, mountains, rivers, and the dragon energy of the earth's veins.
"To trace the source and determine the origin, to explore the origin of heaven and earth, and even to get closer to the Dao through the source, and to achieve the unity of heaven and man."
This book will be an important tool for me to explore the Primordial Ancient Mine, verify my own Dao, and even explore the Dao of the Field.
Li Qingshan understood and took it into the Bitter Sea.
The silver book trembled slightly on its own, bobbing up and down within his Sea of Bitterness, appearing extraordinary and mysterious.
Acquiring the " Source Heaven Book " didn't take much time. Without lingering, Li Qingshan turned and headed towards the core of Purple Mountain, the direction from which the demonic summoning was most intense.
He knew that this was where Purple Mountain's greatest secret lay, and also the pinnacle of risk and opportunity on this trip.
The deeper one goes, the thicker the surrounding air becomes, and the Void seems to turn into an invisible swamp, requiring immense effort to move forward.
The demonic summons were no longer ethereal sounds, but had transformed into countless shrill howls, venomous curses, and alluring temptations, directly assaulting the sea of consciousness, attempting to dismantle the will and distort cognition.
Li Qingshan's eyes shone brightly. He pushed the Sun True Scripture to its limit, and the great dragon of his spine emitted a deep rumble. His boundless blood and qi surged within his body like a great river, producing a thunderous Dao sound to resist the demonic sound.
With each step he took, he left a shallow footprint surrounded by crimson-gold light, which was then quickly eroded and dissipated by the dense demonic energy.
After an unknown amount of time, the view suddenly opened up before them. The narrow mine tunnel disappeared, replaced by a vast, empty space that felt like being in an underground world.
At the center of the space is a towering stone platform, dark purple in color, shimmering with a metallic sheen.
On the stone platform, a huge stone book was quietly displayed, more than ten meters long and one or two meters thick, as if it were carved from a single piece of Chaos Stone, exuding a majestic aura that suppressed the eternal blue sky.
On the stone book's cover, three ancient Great Dao Runes gleamed brightly: the * Wushi Scripture *!
Even though he was mentally prepared, Li Qingshan was still greatly shocked when he saw the artifact passed down from the Great Emperor.
The stone book seemed to be the embodiment of "Tao," a carrier of order. Just gazing at it inspired awe and made one feel as insignificant as dust.
He faced invisible pressure and stepped onto the stone platform step by step.
The closer one gets to the stone scripture, the more the demonic summoning power is suppressed and purified by a more magnificent, purer, and more unquestionable Daoist aura.
He knew that this was the power left behind by the Great Emperor Wushi.
He tried to communicate with his divine sense and touch it with his hands, but found that the stone scripture was heavier than he had imagined, as if it were connected to the entire Purple Mountain and even to the foundation of the Great Dao of this world.
It was covered with extremely intricate imperial patterns that contained supreme power; it was impossible to open it, let alone even budge it in the slightest.
This seal was personally laid down by the Great Emperor Wushi. Even if Ancient Saint or Quasi-Emperor personally came, it would be difficult to forcibly open it if it was not approved by him.
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