Prehistoric: Starting from the Mediation of Creation

"What? A challenge to a duel?"

Luo Zu also looked surprised when he heard such a new thing.

The person who came to report was a fellow practitioner who was practicing in seclusion in Kunlun Mountain and called himself the Elf.

He has cultivated for 30 million years and finally achieved the Tao. He is quite talented. Taoist Duobao has already recorded his name and is just waiting for the Saint Shangqing to come out of retreat.

However, the saint has been in seclusion for more than a thousand years and shows no intention of coming out.

"It's in a place called Shouyang Mountain, 180,000 light years away from Kunlun Mountain." The elf replied.

"Shouyang Mountain?" Luo Zu was even more curious, wondering whether this was an accident or not.

Friends who often come to Honghuang should know that Shouyang Mountain is rich in a kind of fairy gold - brass.

This brass is not that brass. It is the product of the intersection of many great ways. It has a round texture and is not easy to mine, refine and shape. It is especially not easy to refine tools and treasures, let alone use it for spiritual practice.

Therefore, this place is not a strategic location. After all, although brass is fairy gold, it is not an important material.

However, Shouyang Mountain is not a simple place. In the future, perhaps the Taiqing saint who is practicing in Kunlun Mountain will come here and use Shouyang Mountain as his place of practice.

And now, the one who is going to challenge and fight in Shouyang Mountain is a Golden Immortal who is suspected to be a member of the Immortal Sect and is challenging the local Heavenly Witch of the Witch Clan in Shouyang Mountain.

As for the reason for the challenge, it was because of a vein in Shouyang Mountain.

Originally, a vein of earth was nothing, Luo Zu could easily gather one, but it was extraordinary if there was a magical treasure hidden in this vein of earth.

It is common for Golden Immortals to break their heads for a spiritual treasure, but if a casual cultivator gets into trouble with the Witch Clan, that is not a simple matter.

"Uncle Taiqing once refined treasures in Shouyang Mountain. He easily enlightened the seventy-two veins of Shouyang Mountain, transforming them into seventy-two earthly fire dragons. Finally, he mined the brass in the mountain and refined it into an excellent spiritual treasure. A while ago, I heard from Junior Brother Xuandu that the spiritual treasure called Xuanhuang Merit Pagoda was refined by Uncle Taiqing again, which took a lot of effort. Now it may be comparable to the River Map and Luoshu of the Emperor of Heaven." The crane boy, who had no intention of practicing today, was listening to the elf talking, and told a secret.

It doesn't seem to be a secret, perhaps many people in the ancient times know it.

"In fact, Master-uncle has already mined and refined 90% of the brass from Shouyang Mountain into a treasure. Now there is only a little left, but it is enough to be used for refining tools. It's just that this brass is too difficult to refine. Without Master-uncle's magical powers, I'm afraid it won't be possible."

When the Taiqing Saint was refining treasures in Shouyang Mountain, he should have achieved Hunyuan before he even achieved the status of Daluo Wuji, or perhaps he was also Daluo Wuji. So, in order to refine the Shouyang Mountain brass, did such a big shot have to do it?

That's not right. This treasure refining material should be something that the people who wanted it couldn't refine, and the powerful people who wanted it or not were too lazy to collect and refine it, so it remained vacant for so many years, and was finally "picked up" by the Saint Taiqing.

"The magical treasure in the Shouyang Mountain veins is probably a Taoist magic left over from Uncle Taiqing's past. It later gained spirituality and absorbed the remaining power of the 72 evil fire dragons back then, and then turned into this magical treasure." The crane boy guessed.

"I wonder where those seventy-two evil fire dragons went?" fellow cultivator Yue Chongshan asked curiously.

"My uncle washed away all the impurities and transformed me into a Yang Heavenly Dragon, and threw me into the Eight Trigrams Furnace. I heard it's very useful for refining pills."

"I wonder if the saint's Bagua furnace is still open?" Luo Zu interrupted.

He was really coveting the Nine-Revolution Golden Pill refined by Saint Taiqing.

"I don't know. Senior Brother Xuandu has been in seclusion searching for God recently and hasn't come to chat with us." Taoist Duobao sighed.

Taoist Xuandu has now completed the Five Qis Converging to Origin, and is looking for an opportunity to transform Qi into spirit. He is currently in seclusion, pondering deeply, and it is naturally not appropriate for people to disturb his meditation.

"I remember that Master Taiqing held several elixir tasting conferences and invited many senior veterans. I accompanied the teacher at that time and saw some elixirs. Hehe, Fellow Daoist Luozu, I advise you not to miss them." The Crane Boy said.

This made everyone else curious.

"Fellow Daoist, please tell me about it." Luo Zu's eyes lit up and he kept asking.

“The first time that master refined a furnace of Purple Air Coming from the East pill, he invited the Immortal Zhenyuan, the Old Ancestor Hongyun, the Great God Fuxi, the Old Man Suishan, the Goddess Nuwa, and several other great gods who could not come for some reason. I remember that after the great gods ate the Purple Air Coming from the East pill, they all fell ill and lost 30,000 years of their Taoism.” The Crane Boy said faintly.

Everyone was shocked. Well, this is not a elixir tasting conference, this is a poison testing conference.

As soon as the crane boy finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from afar: "Brother, please don't speak ill of the master."

When all the scattered cultivators looked together, they saw a miraculous sight of purple air coming from the east, and a sacred figure descending from a peak of Kunlun Mountain. It had a human-like appearance, but a body of a thousand feet, with two feet and nine arms. It was gilded all over and emitted a faint light. It really looked like a sacred figure coming from ancient times.

There was no need for the scattered cultivators to guess blindly, as he was the Taoist Xuandu who had just come out of seclusion.

"Congratulations to fellow Daoist Xuandu for transforming Qi into spirit." The casual cultivators immediately congratulated him.

In fact, "God" does not necessarily look like a real sacred being like this, but can be another self born from the Five Qis.

And this "self" is actually still Him, but it can also be considered an independent individual true spirit to carry new fruits of the Tao.

And the will is interconnected, the memory and wisdom are actually also interconnected, the new "God" is actually still a whole with the original body, and the relationship is even closer than those clones and thoughts.

Moreover, they are born from one's own Tao, so the connection between them is so close that it is no exaggeration to say that they are a whole.

Doing so is also for the third step of the Golden Immortal - proving the truth with "God".

Use the independent yet dependent "God" to refine a new Tao fruit and transform into the Great Dao.

Taoist Xuandu sent a "god" here at this moment, and he also had the idea of ​​showing off, but he was more motivated by the "slander" of the Crane Boy against his master, so he hurried over to stop him.

The Crane Boy naturally realized that he had spoken out of turn. After all, he knew that his uncle was "stingy". He was afraid that what he said in Kunlun Mountain must have been remembered by the old man.

I'm afraid I'll be in trouble if I change it.

I was afraid of being caught to "taste the elixir". Those great gods would lose 30,000 years of their cultivation if they ate the elixir. For someone like him...

When the Crane Boy thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

He was really afraid that Saint Taiqing would use him to test the elixir, so he didn't dare to say anything and just kept silent.

After Taoist Xuandu took his seat, he did not scold the Crane Boy, but only said: "Although Master occasionally makes mistakes when refining pills, it has improved greatly now. Now eight out of ten times a furnace of pills will be wasted."

The looks of the wandering cultivators then became strange.

“Well, but this does not matter. Those who succeed in making the elixir will surely have miraculous effects, which can help to increase one’s cultivation level, and even lead to the Daluo realm.” Taoist Xuandu said leisurely.

After saying this, everyone's eyes became red. With such a good pill, one step to Daluo, everyone would be envious.

The elf came up and whispered, "Fellow Daoist Xuandu, I wonder if the elixir of Saint Taiqing...is successful?"

Xuan Du seemed to be choked and stammered, "Uh, no."

If one could really refine this kind of precious pill, I'm afraid not many would succeed. After all, there are only a limited number of Golden Immortals, and even more so for Daluo.

Since it was something that did not exist, no one would dwell on it anymore. Although everyone knew that saints had great abilities, it was too shocking to create a Daluo statue using saintly means, and it would be hard to believe if people told others about it.

This little chat ended with a few people laughing it off, and everyone knew that it was not appropriate to talk too much, so as not to offend the saint's taboo.

So the topic returns to the previous discussion.

"Do you want to go and watch this fight?" the elf asked.

Luo Zu immediately shook his head: "I won't go."

Taoist Xuandu was used to the quiet life with his master and was unwilling to go, but the Crane Boy was happy to watch the battle.

Some of the others refused, while others were interested and wanted to join in the fun.

In the end, a total of six independent cultivators wanted to go and take a look, and the remaining twenty-five, including Luo Zu, declined.

Moreover, Luo Zu smelled a different atmosphere from this gathering of people discussing metaphysics and Taoism.

The storm is coming and the disaster is approaching.