Imperial Cultivation

He tried his best to suppress his curiosity, not looking towards the four divine inscriptions.

After glancing around the open pavilion, he stepped onto the stairs, ascending along the steps bound with green bamboo, arriving at the second level.

The second level was a closed room, empty except for a single piece of furniture: a square table in the center of the room.

This bamboo table was carved with fine patterns, the rich green seeming to want to surge out.

He had never seen such vibrant greenery, a kind of exuberance beyond imagination.

His gaze couldn't help but turn to a jade pendant on the table.

It was a jade pendant in the shape of an equilateral triangle, its length equal to his palm, with a strange pattern in the center.

Chu Zhiyuan knew at a glance that it was a divine inscription.

Seeing this strange pattern, he seemed to see a group of handsome men standing before a huge white jade triangle.

The white jade equilateral triangle was flawless, crystal clear and warm, as if cut from jade.

The triangular white jade body was a hundred meters high, making these handsome men standing in front of it seem small.

His eyes gleamed, and he quickly regained his clarity.

He already vaguely knew that divine inscriptions were not simply words, but a combination of multiple pieces of information, including scenes and sounds.

If he hadn't experienced the bombardment of the information explosion in his previous life, it would have been difficult for him to imagine, let alone understand, what divine inscriptions were.

The curiosity in his heart grew even stronger, and he stepped forward, came to the green table, and reached out to touch the triangular white jade pendant.

It felt warm to the touch.

Suddenly, a flash before his eyes.

In a daze, he was in a warm place, surrounded by both silence and movement, but all the movement was faint, as if he were at the bottom of a lake.

His heart was peaceful and serene, as if enveloped in safety, with no trace of烦恼 in the world.

Unconsciously, he understood where he was: in his mother's womb.

He was a fetus, growing strong, waiting to be born.

Unconsciously, scene after scene emerged in his mind, transforming into strange patterns.

After an unknown amount of time, a bright light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and he heard: "He's been born!"

"He's been born!"

"Another little one!"

… …

The noisy sound rang in his ears, and he suddenly realized that this was a divine inscription!

He then woke up, his eyes dazed and confused.

… …

After a long while, he refocused and returned to a completely clear state.

He understood what had happened.

He had transformed into a fetus and inherited the divine inscriptions.

Divine inscriptions can be inherited, but not transmitted externally; they can be recorded in writing, but cannot be taught to others as a result.

It can only be understood intuitively, not verbally, and cannot be explained no matter what.

And normal people cannot learn divine inscriptions, because divine inscriptions can only be passed on to a congenital fetus.

"Buzz… …" The triangular jade pendant in front of him suddenly vibrated, as if about to fly away.

Chu Zhiyuan's expression changed slightly, and he bit his index finger hard, quickly drawing strange patterns on the jade pendant with his blood.

These were the divine inscriptions.

Each divine inscription was extremely complex, with layers of dense patterns formed from blood.

Each time a divine inscription was completed, it seemed to come to life, like layers of petals constantly unfolding, endless.

After the nine divine inscriptions were completed, his face was pale, almost drained of blood.

All nine divine inscriptions came to life, as if suddenly condensing into one, becoming a new divine inscription.

This was the infinite mystery of the divine inscriptions, completely different from normal writing.

The new divine inscription suddenly lit up, and then disappeared into the jade pendant.

The jade pendant suddenly shone brightly, turning into a beam of light and projecting towards Chu Zhiyuan's brow.

At the center of his brow, a triangle faintly appeared, then gradually disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

This was likely the last divine inscription inheritance in the world, and it would have been a great injustice if it had flown away.

This divine inscription inheritance was condensed by the power of a master of the God race.

Divine inscriptions are passed down through bloodline inheritance.

But as the God race was about to leave, the inheritance of divine inscriptions was about to be cut off.

The God race master used a strange method to condense this divine inscription inheritance, to pass on the divine inscriptions, waiting for a destined person.

Now that this divine inscription inheritance had been obtained by him, the nine divine inscriptions were similar to a sacrificial refining method, allowing it to become one with him.

But using the sacrificial refining method to refine the divine inscription was useless; only the nine divine inscriptions could be used for his own purposes.

As the divine inscription became one with him, he vaguely felt a wonderful sensation.

He discovered that the divine inscription was in a state of extreme hunger.

Super-sensory introspection.

The triangular jade pendant was still clearly presented at the center of his brow.

It was as cool as water.

The cool feeling spread, as if soaking the brain in a clear spring.

The brain remained clear and calm, and thinking became clear and agile.

The super-sense seemed to be strengthening as well.

He felt that this triangular jade pendant was absorbing his mental power.

He could control the speed of absorption, making it fast or slow, but he couldn't stop it completely.

It was as if without mental power, it would starve to death, completely die.

Chu Zhiyuan thought for a while and accelerated its absorption.

… …

In the blink of an eye, it had devoured more than half of his mental power.

This made Chu Zhiyuan click his tongue.

Because he practiced the Glazed Saber Sutra, the strength of his soul and the power of his spirit far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Later, he also destroyed the evil sect demon people, destroyed the evil sect's various headquarters, and absorbed souls to enhance the saber soul.

In short, his mental power could be described as vast.

It actually swallowed half of it at once, making Chu Zhiyuan even more curious about what it wanted to do.

He concentrated and sensed the triangular jade pendant.

The next moment, a triangular white jade door appeared three meters in front of him.

He didn't rush to step in, but carefully examined the triangular white jade door.

It was as tall as a person, with a warm white jade texture, and contained a soft white light, the material seemed to be exactly the same as the divine inscription.

There was also a circle of soft light outside the light door, but it was in seven colors, like a rainbow surrounding the white jade door.

He reached out and touched it, it was real and clear, this white jade door was real and not illusory.

This made him quite surprised, so he moved his mind, and the white jade triangle door disappeared.

He stepped forward and touched it, it was empty, there was nothing, as if the white jade triangle door had really disappeared.

He moved his mind again, and the white jade triangle door reappeared, still real and not illusory to the touch.

He shook his head and sighed, it was really mysterious, something he couldn't understand now.

Then let's go in and take a look.

He found himself standing on a towering giant peak, a snowy white and holy existence similar to the Great Bright Peak.

On the towering giant peak stood a white jade statue, a humanoid statue ten meters high.

The statue was a thin and handsome middle-aged man standing quietly on the peak, looking into the distance.

His feet were slightly crouched, his palms each forming a hand seal, his eyes looking straight into the distance, as if looking at infinity.

Chu Zhiyuan could only illuminate the statue and the ten-meter range of the mountain peak, and other places were blocked by invisible forces.

He vaguely felt that this statue was strange, as if invisible forces were injected into it.

So a flash of inspiration, he struck the same pose as the statue.

His hands formed a hand seal, and his lips couldn't help but utter a strange syllable.

The next moment, a violent force instantly poured into his head, falling straight to his feet, as if to shatter his feet.