Chapter 57: Dustless Elixir

  Immortal, with a lifespan as long as the primordial beginning, far beyond what any cultivator can compare to.

  After passing the mortal tribulation, the scattered immortal will have a lifespan of 500 years. After passing the scattered immortal tribulation once, the lifespan will increase to 1,000 years. From then on, every 1,000 years, one will pass through another tribulation and gain an additional 1,000 years of lifespan. If they fail, their body will disintegrate and their soul will scatter, disappearing completely.

  For the Xian, the greatest threat to survival is the heavenly tribulation. Especially for those old monsters who have passed through six Xian tribulations, wanting to pass another one is simply as difficult as ascending to heaven! In order to seek a way to survive the tribulation, countless Xians roam around various forbidden lands, searching for treasures left behind by their predecessors, hoping to find a way to survive the tribulation.

  The death of Huang Quan Lao Xian's futile city was discovered under such circumstances.

  At that time, it caused a sensation, and many old monsters went there in person. However, in the end, no one came out, and the fall of a large number of masters gave the city of unjust death a mysterious color. From then on, the city of unjust death was listed as a forbidden place, and no one dared to enter again. As time passed, the news of the city of unjust death was gradually forgotten by people, along with the location of the city of unjust death, which also disappeared without a trace.

  However, not everything was as rumored outside. In fact, some people who entered the city at that time also survived. The old ancestor of the Mo family, Mo Yun Cang, was one of them.

  These people who escaped from the City of Wrongful Death recorded their escape routes on special maps so that they could explore the City of Wrongful Death again next time. This is also the origin of ancient maps.

  Of course, Ding Yan did not know these messages.

  At this time his gaze fell on several paintings in the last part of the ancient map.

  "This is Dustless Elixir! That Wrongful Death City actually has something like this!" Ding Yan gripped the ancient map tightly, his heart surging with turmoil.

  Wú chén dān, legendary top-grade spiritual elixir, only one step away from being ranked among the immortal elixirs.

  Dustless, dustless, the intention of taking it is to be free from dust again, which can be seen in the efficacy of this elixir. Of course, one Dustless Elixir is not enough to make a person ascend to heaven, the true efficacy of the Dustless Elixir is that it allows cultivators to comprehend the next realm ahead of time when they encounter bottlenecks.

  This effect is simply heaven-defying for those old freaks!

  In his past life, Dīng Yán would not have risked going to the ancient ruins and ending up dead if he had a single Wu Chén Dān. More importantly, refining Wu Chén Dān is extremely difficult, not to mention that the materials are hard to find, but even the method of refinement has been lost. If Dīng Yán were to obtain Wu Chén Dān, it's likely that he would be able to deduce the formula for Wu Chén Dān and bring this peerless spiritual elixir back into the world.

  "Wudan Dan......" Ding Yan's emotions calmed down a bit, and he fell silent.

  If he could obtain the Dustless Elixir, in the future when Ding Yan faced the Seventh Tribulation of the Scattered Immortals, his chances of passing would increase by three to four levels.

  Sevenfold Scattered Immortal Calamity!

  Equivalent to Ding Yan's previous life about to fly over the heavenly tribulation, the power of terror, naturally does not need words.

  However, opportunities are always accompanied by danger. Just like the place where Ding Yan fell in his previous life, there is also a treasure that can move people's hearts inside, but Ding Yan was not lucky enough to enjoy it and was killed by a fairy artifact. Although this Dead City cannot compare to the ancient ruins of his previous life, its danger level is absolutely not low either. Although there are residual maps, Ding Yan does not dare guarantee that the residual maps must be correct. Moreover, even if they are correct, after so many years have passed, it is inevitable that some other changes will occur inside.

  For ancient ruins, any change can be fatal.

  "It turns out our ancestors were actually immortals." Old Man Mo muttered beside him.

  What Ding Yan saw, he naturally also saw. Especially when seeing the records about Mo Yun Cang, the old man's withered hands trembled rarely.

  "Our ancestors were among the gods, so why have we descendants fallen to this place and become ordinary people?" The old man muttered.

  At the sound of the words, he came back to his senses.

  The silent rolled up the remaining map on the ground, put it in the bottom of the brocade box, and then put the brocade box into his sleeve.

  Fengdu Ghost City, must go!

  The world of masters is like this, if you don't find a way to improve your skills, sooner or later, you will be overtaken by latecomers and become the stepping stone for their success, forgotten by history.

  Ding Yan didn't disturb Old Mo who was muttering to himself beside him, but instead stood up and walked out.

  Stepping out of the passage, Ding Yan took a deep breath and gazed at the azure sky, muttering to himself.

  "Being an immortal, is it really good......"

  ......

  Xue Pan is already forty-two years old.

  Five years ago, he had already put down his sword and retreated from the world of martial arts, settling down in this Yishui Town.

  Why did he live here, Xue Pan himself couldn't make it clear, maybe because of that person from years ago.

  Study room.

  Xue Pan held a brush in his hand and wrote with one stroke at a time.

  The words may not be particularly good-looking, but they have a certain indescribable charm.

  Ouch...

  The door was pushed open and an old man in a steward's uniform walked in. After seeing Xue Pan, he bowed and said, "Master, the young master has returned."

  "Hmm." Xue Pan didn't raise his head.

  On paper, the pen is like a sword!

  What is written is a kind of momentum, a state of mind!

  The housekeeper continued, "Young master has also brought back a person, that person says he wants to see the old master."

  "I've said it before, I won't see anyone, give him some silver and let him go on his own." Xue Pan said.

  "I've already said this, but unfortunately the man wouldn't leave and didn't accept any silver either. He just asked me to pass on a message to Master, saying that once Master hears it, he'll see him." said the housekeeper.

  "Oh?" Xue Pan's brush paused in mid-air.

  "He said... Ten years ago, in Yishui Town, a painting..."

  Xue Pan Meng suddenly lifted his head, his right hand involuntarily trembling for a moment, and a drop of ink fell, leaving a deep ink dot on the paper.

  "What about him?"

  The housekeeper was stunned and didn't expect Xue Pan to really agree.

  "Still in the living room."

  Xue Pan put down his brush and got up directly, walking towards the living room, leaving only the butler standing there in a daze.

  Outside the living room.

  "Is it that senior?" Xue Pan's hands trembled slightly.

  He will always remember that it was his senior who saved him, and it was his senior who gave him the character painting, giving him the opportunity to become the second master of the Tianji List. In Xue Pan's heart, that person is his own respected teacher, even though the other party never thought of accepting him as a disciple.

  The door opened at the sound of his voice.

  In the living room, in front of a huge calligraphy and painting, a man in green robe stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from himself.

  "Father!" Xue Hai Kong hastily got up and said as he saw Xue Pan enter.

  Ignoring his own son, Xue Pan slowly walked over, his voice somewhat excited as he asked "Senior, is that you?"

  The man in the green robe heard the sound and turned around.

  This is a slightly immature face, although very similar, but not the person he imagined.

  "Xue Daxia, long time no see." Ding Chen smiled and said.

  Xue Pan was taken aback and asked uncertainly, "You are... Young Master?"