Chapter 63: Devouring the Soul Pearl

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  In the magic city, the sun is high in the sky.

  His entire being exuded an aura of the Tao, which grew increasingly intense as he walked on earth yet sank into the Great Tao. Every move he made was accompanied by the rhythm of the Tao, and every gesture was imbued with the essence of the highest-grade Taoist incantations, revealing a glimpse of his astonishing combat prowess.

  Boom!

  Boom!

  He caught up with the four flying artifacts that were split by Qitian and didn't wait for Yunfei to make a move, shattering them one by one with a wave of his palm.

  Four disciples of Yao Xian Gu all entered the realm of recognizing gods, but unfortunately they encountered Bu Qing Tian and almost had no power to fight back. Under the collapse of their Dao instruments, their sea of consciousness was turbulent, and one by one they withered on the ground, having no more combat strength.

  Bai Qingtian turned around, and the four of them were filled with grief and indignation, yet they couldn't utter a word.

  "The way of immortals is not based on external proof, it doesn't seek everyone's belief, but only seeks to be free from self-reproach."

  Bo Qingtian gazed at Yun Fei and said, "Your grand momentum has yet to be fully unleashed, there are still many concerns."

  Qitian smiled and patted Yunfei's shoulder, Yunfei couldn't help but roll his eyes.

  The three men did not speak and returned to the wine shed, only to find the old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless. In his hand, that old pipe still had wisps of smoke curling up, not yet extinguished.

  The old man's complexion was serene, with a smile on his face. Although his eyes were open, not a hint of pain could be seen. His pure and clear gaze seemed to have no thoughts at all. A flawless aura emanated from the old man's body, as if he had reached the state of "Dao Xin" where worldly desires had been eliminated, and his Dao body was beginning to take shape.

  The fellow's eyes were somewhat dim, but he still smiled at the three of them and said: "Old Wine Head left a message behind, hoping that you can bring him back to his old mansion for burial, pour a bowl of wine, and consider this friendship fulfilled."

  "Lead the way!"

  Taking a deep breath, Qitian bent down and picked up the old man, Yunfei caught the cigarette holder, shook off the ash, and put it in the old man's arms.

  The fellow led the way in front, with Qitian and three others following behind. Many Taoists watched them, feeling that it was somewhat difficult to understand. Mortals are old and weak, this is heaven's will, and cannot be disobeyed. Having entered the immortal path, one should have seen through this long ago.

  The old man's mansion was in a corner of the Western Magic Domain, an unobtrusive blood-colored ancient house. In the ancient house grew an old locust tree, and as soon as the three of them stepped inside, they felt a calm and peaceful atmosphere. Such a mansion was especially rare in this magic city that seemed to be dyed with fresh blood.

  The old locust tree sighed, leaves fell in profusion, and the lush branches turned yellow in an instant.

  "The trees and grass have spirits, now the old man can leave with peace of mind."

  The old man was buried under the old locust tree, and three urns of purple bamboo wine were poured out. The old pipe was also sent in, and it slept with the old man for a long time.

  Standing in front of the grave, Qitian's gaze was somewhat complex as he spoke: "Seeking immortality and asking about the Tao, one seeks eternal life, but what is eternal life? In the Tao of immortals, how many people can finally come to a good end, peacefully sitting in meditation, free from disaster and calamity? The path of mortals may be short, only a hundred years or so, with countless red dusts and karmic obstacles, but being able to part like this is better than more than half of the immortal paths that have gone astray."

  He glanced at him and said, "Do you regret it?"

  Qitian shook his head, pouring out the last bit of purple bamboo wine in his hand, saying: "Since entering the path of immortality, one has long abandoned any regretful heart. It's just that I lament how fleeting mortal life is. If there were still loved ones in this world, I fear it would be a constant farewell between life and death."

  Yun Fei sighed lightly: "So the immortal way of recruiting disciples is often to find people who are lonely and have no one to rely on, with endless troubles. Unless they have a natural talent or an extraordinary physique, it's unlikely that they will easily obtain a heavenly fate."

  The three of them stood in front of the old man's grave for a long time, until the sun set in the west, before they finally had the intention to leave.

  Yun Fei flipped his palm, and a Suppressing Demon Seal flew out towards Bu Qing Tian.

  He took the income in his hand, stepped on the blue sky with his sleeves fluttering, and four middle-grade spirit stones sparkled, falling in front of Qi Tian and the two others. Among them were three golden spirit stones and one earth spirit stone.

  Qitian smiled lightly and said: "So you were prepared from the start. That's why you're so confident that you can get a piece of the Sunken Demon Order."

  Bo Qingtian turned and left, he was immersed in the Tao rhyme at every moment, his clothes fluttering as if there was a hint of immortal energy on him.

  "I tread on clear sky and never go wrong."

  After half a stick of incense.

  Qitian let out a gentle sigh and said: "This person's momentum has been open for a long time, his heart is straightforward, his will is firm, I am not as good as him."

  This time, Yun Fei didn't say anything, he just nodded lightly.

  The old man's house had three rooms, two of which were idle. After the old man left, the whole house was empty. Qitian and Tianyou each entered a room. Until the gathering of the Soul Order, it would take some time. They obtained many soul beads and wanted to use them to enhance their sword awareness and expand their spirit.

  Inside the cabin, Qi Tian sat cross-legged, looking at more than 50 scarlet soul beads and two cyan soul beads in front of him.

  At the slightest movement of his mind, a crimson soul pearl floated in mid-air. The next moment, from the spiritual court between Qi Tian's eyebrows, a golden sword consciousness emerged and instantly merged into the crimson soul pearl.

  At this moment, Qitian felt a faint and masterless spirit, and with a roll of his sword consciousness, he swallowed it up completely.

  Qitian was slightly taken aback, not expecting that using the Xiantian Sword Qi to open up his Shen Hai would also give him a few strands of Xiantian Sword Qi's power in his sword recognition. Just this speed of absorption alone would save him quite some time.

  Jian Shi returned to the Sea of Consciousness, and the spiritual essence that had been refined from the Chi Xuan Pearl merged with him. After a brief moment, Qi Tian opened his eyes, and his pupils shone brightly, almost bursting out.

  "The Red Soul Pearl originated from the Demon Head, but the Demon Head had yet to condense its consciousness, so this spirit was truly weak and small, and the sword's consciousness only faintly felt a slight improvement."

  In an instant, dozens of sword auras burst out, and the remaining numerous Scarlet Soul Beads floated up at the same time. They swallowed dozens of Scarlet Soul Beads in a row, but Qitian didn't feel any strain at all. His sword aura had experienced the Burial Sword Pool and broke through 49 levels, so it was originally very powerful. At this moment, it was like a fish in water. More than 50 Scarlet Soul Beads quickly became crystal clear and lost that breath-taking aura.

  One hour later.

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  A sword hummed with a sound that resonated from the brow of the sky, and a strong sword intent swept out, instantly enveloping an empty space of hundreds of feet around.

  Between the eyebrows, a golden jade-colored sword slowly emerged, with a substantial golden jade-colored time that exuded a heart-pounding sharp aura, and also had a faint Dao rhyme emanating from it, which caused the purple bamboo sword behind Qitian to hum and seem about to be unsheathed.

  Withdraw the sword of recognition, Qitian opens his eyes, and two golden yin-yang fish appear, clearer than before. The aura is even more distinct.

  "With so many Scarlet Soul Beads, my sword sense has only increased by 10%, but I can already feel that under the influence of my sword sense, this world has become even clearer. Even my sword rhythm has faintly shown signs of reaching the peak of the Sword Rhythm Realm. If I increase my sword sense by another 10% and quietly cultivate for a few days without relying on the Sky Splitting Sword Technique, every single sword strike will have the power of thunder, splitting heaven and earth."

  He meditated for half an hour, refining his swordsmanship to perfection, becoming flawless and spotless. Qi Tian then picked up another Green Soul Pearl once again.

  The Azure Soul Pearl, born from the Asura Realm, is not inferior to the Demon Head and Great Demon Head. It has already given rise to cognitive thoughts, comparable to those of the Cognitive Spirit Realm. The Azure Soul Pearl contains cognitive thoughts as well, but with just a slight resonance, it can be known by the Heavens. It is far more pure than the Crimson Soul Pearl.

  A sword-like consciousness poured into it, and the next moment, Qitian felt a continuous stream of unowned thoughts connecting to the sea of consciousness, pouring in from within.

  The sword's aura was refined and tempered, its sharpness growing more intense. The entire room was filled with a powerful sword aura. A flying insect fell from the skylight and was instantly shattered, vanishing into nothingness.

  The sun rises and the moon sets, the old man's house is quiet, but in the magic city, a great killing intent is brewing.

  The Qing ancestral tomb is about to open, and the 49th order of the demon-suppressing seal will be issued. Almost every one of them will trigger a bloody battle. The three sects' disciples are all restraining themselves, yet they still can't avoid casualties.

  As the Xuanming Order had its own master, the entire Demon City gathered, and after several days of quiet cultivation with the Qinghun Pearl, Qitian opened his eyes repeatedly. He felt numerous powerful auras descending upon the city, each one profound and unfathomable, and he couldn't tell how many great figures the three sects had brought.

  The ancestral tomb of Qingzu, even if it is only one of the many ancestral tombs in the five continents, is enough to make Sanzong attach great importance to it. For countless years, they have not been able to move it away and find its true body. Every twenty years, there are quite a few Dao treasures born from it.