Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1685: 905: Divine Sound's Marrow Cleansing, First Arrival in the Li Chen Realm

Chapter 1685: Chapter 905: Divine Sound’s Marrow Cleansing, First Arrival in the Li Chen Realm

“Brother Zhao, there’s something you’re unaware of. This… the Divine Sound Valley is a place favored by the heavens,” Changsun Shijiu confided, drawing Zhao Sheng into a secluded corner.

“Oh? And what do you mean by that?” Zhao Sheng feigned interest, his gaze however fixed on the crown of Changsun Shijiu’s head.

He discerned an ethereal silken thread extending from above the man’s head, its far end dissolving into the void, its ultimate destination veiled in mystery.

“I heard it from a senior. They spoke of a deity once emerging within the Divine Sound Valley. Over eons, celestial resonances periodically emanate from this valley.

These occurrences are divinely potent, capable of initiating a Refining process within us cultivators, thereby fortifying our physiques. Frequent exposure might even usher in a form of rebirth, dramatically enhancing one’s comprehension and Spirit Root potential.

Furthermore, a whisper I caught suggested a revered cultivator once alluded to the divine sounds possessing deeper secrets beyond their known marvels.

The exact nature of these secrets, however, remains elusive.

The eminent figures often steer clear of this topic, which is quite vexing,” Changsun Shijiu lamented, his inherent forthrightness leading him to voice his frustrations even to a stranger. His survival thus far is a testament to his fortune.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes scanned the assembled Immortal Ruins Guests, finally settling upon a hunched elder, his white hair crowning a form obscured by a turtle shell adorning his back.

This elder, a Human Clan cultivator, undeniably bore an extraordinary Ancient Treasure. A subtle yet perceptible Will fluctuation emanated from him, signifying the awakening of his Will Heart Light.

Zhao Sheng averted his gaze, deep in thought, a nascent understanding forming regarding the paramount wonder of the Divine Sound Valley.

Noticing Zhao Sheng’s contemplative silence, Changsun Shijiu felt a pang of pique.

With a roll of his eyes, he discreetly procured a palm-sized medicinal bottle from his person and presented it to Zhao Sheng, proposing conspiratorially, “Esteemed brother, I possess a supreme-grade elixir. Might you be interested?”

Without awaiting Zhao Sheng’s reply, he swiftly uncorked the bottle, tipping out a flawless, snow-white Spirit Pill roughly the size of a dragon’s eye.

An intoxicating fragrance wafted from the pill, captivating all who drew breath near it.

Changsun Shijiu opened his palm, admiring the Spirit Pill, and pronounced with a measure of pride, “This is the Dragon Tiger Arrogant Sun Pill. Its core components are the essence blood and Primordial Yang from a millennium-old Flood Dragon and a White Tiger, augmented by millennium-old Ginseng, the Manggu Red Toad, the Nine Yang Soul Revival Mushroom, and seventy-eight other rare Spiritual Medicines. Refined over thirty-three years, it yields but nine pills. This is a Fourth-rank pill; ingesting three consecutively promises eternal youth and extends one’s lifespan by three centuries.

Were it not for the fact that I have already consumed three, I would certainly not part with such a peerless spiritual pill.

Brother, I find your demeanor most agreeable, hence I offer it to you at a considerable reduction.

I shall not inflate the price; provide thirty Top-grade Spirit Stones, and three pills shall be yours. What say you?”

Observing his ostentatious display and the smug assurance of a bargain struck, Zhao Sheng found the situation rather amusing.

It had been an age since he encountered an individual as ‘entertaining’ as this character.

What was this Dragon Tiger Arrogant Sun Pill? Was it not merely a Golden Spear Undying Pill!

Beneath this seemingly impulsive exterior lay a remarkably astute mind.

Zhao Sheng’s thoughts shifted subtly, and he suddenly adopted an air of keen interest, his hand swiftly delving into his robes.

When his right hand reappeared, it cradled a Spirit Stone of crystalline clarity, within which a miniature, luminous vortex swirled.

Changsun Shijiu’s gaze became fixated on this Top-grade Spirit Stone, his eyes, akin to a leopard’s, widening in astonishment.

In the ensuing moment, he abruptly seized the Top-grade Spirit Stone, simultaneously pressing the Spirit Pill into Zhao Sheng’s hand.

The entire transaction occurred with astonishing rapidity, both hands blurring in motion.

Zhao Sheng permitted him to take the Spirit Stone, an act that appeared as a casual bestowal of ‘travel funds’ upon Changsun Shijiu.

“A deal!”

Having secured the Top-grade Spirit Stone, Changsun Shijiu still offered a parting remark, adopting the guise of having suffered a loss while Zhao Sheng reaped immense benefits.

Then, seemingly unwilling to afford Zhao Sheng any opportunity for second thoughts, he declared, “Brother, I must depart immediately for the Lower Realm. Given our excellent rapport, I trust we shall have the pleasure of meeting again.”

Before his words had fully dissipated, Changsun Shijiu’s form flickered and vanished into the ether.

“…Attempting an escape?”

A slight upward curve graced Zhao Sheng’s lips as he nonchalantly slipped the Spirit Pill into his sleeve.

The very next instant, he too dissolved into nothingness.

…

As dawn broke, the nascent sun cast its golden radiance, bathing the surrounding clouds in a warm embrace.

A colossal mountain peak, sharp as a blade, thrust through the swirling Cloud Sea, standing out magnificently from the endless expanse of mist, easily spotted from great distances.

The summit of this peak had been meticulously leveled, creating an expansive platform graced with grand palace structures. It was encircled by exotic flora, and accompanied by the gentle fluttering of spirit birds resembling Immortal Cranes, painting a picture of a heavenly paradise on earth.

This very peak is the celebrated Mount Wentian in the Li Chen Realm, also recognized as Piaomiao Palace, which serves as the main gate for the Xuanxing Sect.

At this precise moment, deep within the Seventh Star Hall, one of the eighteen halls of Piaomiao Palace, a middle-aged man with a broad head, round eyes, and a sturdy physique materialized without warning in a secluded chamber.

Changsun Shijiu… no, Changsun Wuji, gazed intently at the ‘enormous’ Top-grade Spirit Stone clutched in his hand and was suddenly overcome with laughter.

Were any disciple of the Xuanxing Sect to witness this, they would find it almost unbelievable that the usually stern and solemn Master Changsun could erupt in such uninhibited laughter.

Fortunately, the chamber was entirely soundproof, thus safeguarding Changsun Wuji’s dignity.

After all, as one of the revered Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Xuanxing Sect, preserving one’s image could sometimes be paramount!

Alas… Changsun Wuji remained oblivious to the fact that the individual he had swindled had silently materialized above the Xuanxing Sect’s mountain gate.

The Cloud Sea churned, the fierce Gang Wind roared, and Zhao Sheng hovered in the heavens, his Divine Thought unfurling in every direction.

Instantly, every sight within a six hundred thousand mile radius fell under his keen ‘observation.’

Zhao Sheng’s gaze subtly shifted, his attention suddenly drawn downward towards the palatial edifices below.

Within the vast expanse of six hundred thousand miles surrounding him, the most potent cultivators were all congregated here, thereby sparing him considerable effort.

Based on Zhao Sheng’s perceptions, the mountain gate below housed merely six Nascent Soul Realm Cultivators, with the strongest among them not exceeding the Eighth Layer—a frankly pathetic display of weakness.

However… Changsun Wuji had not the faintest inkling that the person he had deceived had silently positioned himself above the Xuanxing Sect’s mountain gate.

The Cloud Sea churned vigorously, and the howling Gang Wind raged as Zhao Sheng suspended himself high in the sky, his Divine Thought extending into the far reaches.

In an instant, all phenomena within a six hundred thousand mile radius were brought into his sweeping ‘view.’

Zhao Sheng’s eyes shifted almost imperceptibly, as he abruptly directed his gaze downward upon the grand palaces situated below.

In his vicinity, extending for six hundred thousand miles, the most formidable cultivators had congregated, conveniently saving him a measure of exertion.