"The other half of the scripture, along with the general outline, should be in that ' Universe Bag '."
As Li Qingshan's thoughts raced, the various Cause and Effect relationships of this world clearly emerged under the illumination of his primordial spirit.
In the original work, Hong Yi only obtained half of the book here. It wasn't until his fierce battle with Hong Xuanji caused the Universe Bag to break that the general outline and the other half of the book were revealed.
Only when the two are combined can the complete " Present Tathagata Scripture," which embodies a thousand years of martial arts wisdom and points directly to the highest realm of the physical body, be presented by the Great Zen Temple.
However, whether it's the complete " Present Tathagata Scripture " or the self-contained Universe Bag, which might be an earth-shattering treasure in the eyes of ordinary people, for Li Qingshan, their significance lies more in "contemplation" and "verification".
If one comes to this world and misses everything, it's like entering a treasure mountain and returning empty-handed; one always feels a lack of karmic connection.
That Universe Bag, though seemingly mystical, is essentially the same as many storage artifacts in the cultivation world, except that its internal space is more vast and mysterious.
According to folklore, when the Great Heng Dynasty was founded a thousand years ago, the army was short of food. The Great Zen Temple sent a person with this cloth bag, and the grain stored inside was enough to feed an army of 200,000 for half a year.
This suggests that its internal space is vast, perhaps no less than some of the storage wonders known as " Grotto-Heaven " or "world rings" in certain great worlds.
This treasure is currently in the " Wild Continent " overseas.
The so-called Wild Continent is a general term for the boundless and uncivilized continent beyond the borders of civilization. There, monsters roam freely, and heretical sects such as Witch-Ghost Dao, which were swept away by the Central Land, occupy the land and bewitch the natives. It is a dangerous place completely isolated from the teachings of rites and music.
Even the Yunmeng and other countries, which were regarded as barbarians by the Great Qian, considered the Wild Continent to be an uncivilized and desolate region, which shows how dangerous it was.
The extent of the Wild Continent remains unknown to this day, but no matter how dangerous it may be, it is not an insurmountable place for Li Qingshan now.
Looking across this vast world, and even the entire Yang God Universe, with Li Qingshan's current abilities, perhaps only the " Tomb of the Masters " and the " Land of Origin," which are said to bury the ancient philosophers and hide the secrets of the world's origin, require some caution.
After all, countless "old monsters" who have reached the pinnacle of power lie dormant there, and any one of them, if resurrected, would be enough to sweep across the world.
Perhaps only an existence like Xu Yi, the leader of the Heaven Beyond Heaven Pan Star, who wields the power of the Yang God's thoughts, could rival him.
Li Qingshan's mind stirred slightly as he recalled clues from the original work.
The one who knew the exact whereabouts of the Universe Bag first seemed to be the incredibly lucky " Champion Marquis " Yang An.
This person has an extraordinary background; their soul originates from Heaven Beyond Heaven. Before their true identity is revealed, their words and actions bear a resemblance to those of a "time traveler."
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He is the son of Qian Emperor of the current dynasty, Yang Pan, and the former Holy Maiden of the Incense-Smelling Sect. In terms of the protagonist's fate, Yang An in the early part of the story can almost be said to be a template of destiny, with a mysterious background, one adventure after another, and divine weapons and treasures coming to him on their own.
Upon closer examination, Yang An's background and Hong Yi's identity bear some subtle similarities, both being born to holy maidens of major sects of the time.
While Emperor Qian (Yang Pan) and Marquis Wuwen (Hong Xuanji) were ostensibly ruler and subject, their relationship was actually much closer than that of ordinary brothers, and they were truly bound by a shared destiny.
Hong Xuanji can also share the Creation Dao he obtained with Yang Pan without reservation; the bond between the two is exceptionally deep.
Returning to the story of the Champion Marquis, he was indeed blessed with great fortune.
He studied the " Fortune Heavenly Scripture " and at a young age, his martial arts cultivation had already reached the peak of Martial Saint. He also possessed the Holy Emperor's artifact " Emperor Pan's Living Sword ", as well as the " Shangmang Divine Spear " and " Heavenly Mang Horn Divine Armor " obtained from the War God Shang. He was armed to the teeth and was clearly a prominent figure favored by the fortune of this world in the early stages.
However, all the opportunities and magical treasures this person possessed were ultimately "packaged" and given to Hong Yi almost completely within the original trajectory of his destiny, making him a veritable "SF Express courier" dedicated to delivering Fortune to the protagonist.
He clashed with Hong Yi several times, suffering repeated setbacks. His most treasured possessions— the Emperor Pan's Living Sword Shangmang Divine Spear, the Heavenly Mang Horn Divine Armor, and even the secrets of the Fortune Heavenly Scripture —all eventually changed hands, as if their very existence was meant to pave a path to Heavenly Dao for Hong Yi's rise, paved with divine weapons and treasures.
Li Qingshan's thoughts shifted slightly. "It's still early in the timeline for me to come here, so I'm afraid I won't be able to meet this 'generous' Champion Marquis." His thoughts continued, and he realized that Yang An's background was far more profound than just being a pawn in the Heaven Beyond Heaven. Deep within his soul and destiny, he had countless secret connections with the Immortal God King God King of the Primordial Era.
That Immortal God King was a supreme being of gods and demons born innately, possessing from birth an unparalleled physical body capable of " Shattering the Void " and corresponding strength that was truly real, making him the Great Dao Avatar.
Fortunately, all five great God King, including him, were sealed within the " Immortal Monument " by the Great Emperor Changsheng and were unable to appear in the world.
Otherwise, even if they gathered the resources of all the forces in the world, and even if they took into account Li Qingshan's extraordinary "variable," they would probably have no chance to resist any ancient God King who broke free from the seal.
Li Qingshan silently deduced in his mind that, based on the description and power of the " Shattering the Void " realm in the original work, the corresponding combat power level of the Shrouding the Heavens Universe was likely to touch the " Quasi-Emperor " realm, which was a realm that he could not reach at present.
Although there seems to be only one realm separating Quasi-Emperor and Great Saint, in reality there lies a life-threatening chasm that is as insurmountable as an insurmountable barrier.
The gap between them is far beyond the accumulation of ordinary realms; it is a subversive leap involving the essence of life and the level of power. The disparity is no less than that between " Severing the Dao " and stepping into " Saint." It is a complete and transformative metamorphosis.
A physical body that Shattering the Void is so domineering that it can sweep across the world and become a king or ancestor.
The Immortal God King is undoubtedly the strongest among the Five Kings, and Champion Marquis Yang An can also be regarded as a hidden mob he quietly planted.
This Wild Continent, located in the depths of the endless sea beyond the borders of civilization, is a paradise for monsters and a breeding ground for evil practices, completely isolated from the teachings of rites and music.
Li Qingshan was not in a hurry to travel. Instead, he leisurely flew over the night sea for a whole night, appreciating the vibrant atmosphere and rhythm of the waves that belonged to the Human World, which was completely different from crossing the starry sky.
He flew thousands of miles, passing several islands, and all he saw was an endless expanse of blue.
For ordinary cultivators, the Wild Continent is a place of near certain death, teeming with demonic beasts and inhabited by Witch-Ghost Dao and demons, requiring constant vigilance.
But for Li Qingshan, if we're talking about true danger, he himself is the greatest "danger" on this land.
The monotonous seascape eventually becomes boring. With a thought, Li Qingshan suddenly unleashed the mysterious and unpredictable "movement" technique. With one step, the Ends of the Earth, and the scenery transformed dramatically!
A vast, boundless, ancient continent suddenly came into view.
The primeval forests are like a dark green ocean, the plains are vast, the mountain ranges are majestic like a dragon's spine, and the great rivers meander like silver ribbons.
A profound, majestic, and untamed vitality, unique to the vast continent and accumulated over millennia, rushed towards us.
While its size is far smaller than that of the Big Dipper Ancient Star, it is comparable to major continental plates on Earth, and far surpasses any island.
Li Qingshan sense spread out like a net, and the plot in his mind became clear in an instant. At this moment, the Universe Bag containing the inner Grotto-Heaven was being kept at Heaven-Absolving Mountain by the only remaining descendant of the Great Zen Temple, " Monk Jingren ".
This man was a martial monk who miraculously escaped the catastrophe of that year. He endured hardship overseas for twenty years, and his will was as firm as iron.
This is precisely why this treasure has attracted the covetous eyes of many.
Not only is Champion Marquis Yang An determined to win, but Xuantian Pavilion, Witch-Ghost Dao Sect Master Yu Wutong, and other powerful Ghost Immortal immortals will also be mobilized.
Once Li Qingshan made up his mind, he didn't linger any longer. His figure transformed into an elusive streak of light, speeding towards Heaven-Absolving Mountain.
Because the news had not yet spread, not many experts had gathered on Heaven-Absolving Mountain.
The Monk Jingren has been hiding here for twenty years.
Li Qingshan sense and locked onto the target.
He was an exceptionally robust monk with large hands and feet, a ruddy complexion, and thick earlobes. He appeared to be around forty or fifty years old and wore a slightly worn black gold robe.
What's most striking is his head, which isn't the clean-shaven look typical of ordained monks. Instead, it's covered with a layer of short, coarse, black stubble, clearly indicating that it hasn't been properly groomed in a long time.
However, beneath this layer of stubble, the incense scars left when he was ordained in his early years are still faintly discernible, like an indelible mark of time, silently proving his identity as a monk and his past.
Even more astonishing is the power contained within his body. As his qi and blood circulate, it is vast and profound, like a dormant volcano deep within the earth's crust, or a surging undercurrent at the bottom of the ocean, restrained yet containing a tremendous power that could erupt at any moment.
This was none other than a top expert who had not only cultivated the body of Martial Saint, but also condensed his own unique martial will, the "Fist Intent"! As the only survivor of the Great Zen Temple after the catastrophe, he had endured twenty years of hardship in the wilderness without ever slacking off, cultivating diligently day and night. The faint hope in his heart to restore the ancient temple was the only flame that kept him going.
" The Monk Jingren."
A calm voice came from above, without any deliberate concealment. Li Qingshan's figure solidified like a phantom, descending leisurely from the clouds and landing a few feet away from the Monk Jingren.
Upon seeing this uninvited guest who seemed to appear out of thin air, whose aura blended seamlessly with the surrounding mountains, forests, clouds, and mist, making it impossible to perceive his true strength, the bronze-colored face of the Monk Jingren instantly tightened, becoming extremely solemn.
Having experienced countless battles throughout his life, he possessed extraordinary insight, yet at this moment he could not see through the true nature of the person before him.
This is an effect that no sophisticated concealment technique could achieve. There is only one possibility: the difference in strength between the two sides is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth, like mortals looking up at the sky, which is unfathomable.
An invisible pressure arrived quietly with the other's descent. It was not a deliberate release of pressure, but a natural sense of oppression stemming from the difference in life level and realm, causing the Monk Jingren's blood and qi to stagnate slightly.
He took a deep breath, forcibly calmed his mind, clasped his hands together, and greeted her with a monk's salute. His voice was low and cautious. " Amitabha Buddha. Sir, what brings you to this desolate mountain wilderness?" He carefully considered his words and finally chose the respectful title "Sir," which was neither related to any sect nor distinguished between friend and foe. His words were full of vigilance and probing.
"I've come for what's in your arms." Li Qingshan calmly landed on the spot hidden in his chest, getting straight to the point without any beating around the bush.
The Monk Jingren's pupils suddenly contracted. The secret he had guarded for twenty years had been exposed in one breath, and his heart was filled with shock.
He subconsciously took a half step back, and the concentrated fist intent around his body rose involuntarily, like a frightened tiger, emitting a deep roar of blood and qi. "What do you mean by this, sir? This humble monk has secluded himself here and has nothing of value," he tried to make a last-ditch effort to cover up his grievances.
" The Universe Bag, a treasure left behind by the Great Zen Temple." Li Qingshan interrupted him, his tone still calm, yet carrying an undeniable certainty. "It contains its own inner Grotto-Heaven, forged from the skin of Human Immortal. You have guarded it for twenty years; you have worked hard."
Every word struck Monk Jingren's heart like a heavy hammer.
The other party not only knew the name of the treasure, but also its material, characteristics, and even the number of years they had guarded it! This was something no ordinary force could investigate.
The Monk Jingren's expression shifted rapidly, a mix of emotions flashing through his mind: surprise, struggle, resentment, and determination.
He could sense that although the other party spoke in a calm tone and showed no murderous intent, the invisible yet real pressure had enveloped him like the entire world.
Faced with this pressure, his decades of hard-earned Martial Saint cultivation and refined fist intent seemed so insignificant, like a candle flame in a storm, which could be extinguished at any moment.
Resistance? He had no doubt that if he chose to fight, he probably wouldn't even be able to deliver a single move.
Escape? Their vital energy had already been locked in; though the world was vast, it seemed there was nowhere to go at this moment.
The person before him had reached a level of understanding that was completely beyond his comprehension.
Time seemed to stand still for a few breaths.
Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on the forehead of the Monk Jingren, not from the heat, but from the intense mental exhaustion and struggle.
Finally, a deep bitterness and helplessness flashed in his eyes, and his tightly clenched fists slowly loosened, the rising fist intent receding like the tide.
"Your Excellency's judgment is impeccable." The Monk Jingren's voice was slightly hoarse, and carried a hint of weariness, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. "This item is indeed on my person. It is indeed an old relic of the Great Zen Temple, and also a legacy entrusted to me by my lineage."
He no longer denied it, nor did he try to resist the irresistible pressure.
His hands trembled slightly as he reached into the hidden compartment close to his body, his movements slow, as if every inch required immense resolve.
Finally, he took out a large, strangely colored bag that was neither silk nor linen.
The pocket had a peculiar texture, resembling leather but not quite, with a layer of dim yet exceptionally tough luster flowing across its surface, as if it could absorb the surrounding light.
The bag was tightly tied at the opening with a rope of the same dark color, resembling a tendon.
The moment the pocket was exposed to the air, an extremely pure, masculine, and powerful aura, as if it were concentrated with the essence of the sun, quietly escaped from the gap in the pocket, making the surrounding air slightly hot.
The Monk Jingren held the seemingly inconspicuous bag in both hands, as if holding his twenty years of life and all his hopes, his arm muscles tense from the effort.
He slowly raised it above his head, bowed, and offered it with a respectful yet complex expression. "The treasure is here. Today, it returns to its rightful owner. I only ask that you, my lord, make good use of it." At the end of his words, there was a hint of almost imperceptible pleading and melancholy.
He knew that from this moment on, the mission he had guarded for twenty years had ended in such an unexpected way.
"The skin of Human Immortal, the sinews of Human Immortal." Li Qingshan's gaze fell on the pocket.
Only by Shattering the Void level, and by undergoing special refining, can the skin and tendons of Human Immortal be able to bear and create such a stable and vast small world. Only in this way can it accommodate the food and provisions of an army of 200,000 for half a year, and can it transform heaven and earth, arrange Void scenes in the void, and even traverse the Void under certain conditions.
These supernatural abilities were nothing to Li Qingshan, but in this world, they were rare treasures.
Its value is like placing a divine weapon among ordinary iron; the difference is like heaven and earth, and it should not be taken lightly.