As if sensing something, Chu Qinghe raised his gaze once more.

The next second, an old voice suddenly appeared in the ears of Chu Qinghe and the women.

"Above the Heavenly Rank, the Rank of Dao is the Rank of Profound Creation. Martial arts at this level involve the specific application of the power of heaven and earth. Whether in terms of power or mystery, it is incomparable to ordinary martial arts."

Even though there was no one in sight, a voice suddenly appeared.

The fact that the speaker was able to do this demonstrates the profound skill he possessed, reaching an astonishing level.

Therefore, upon hearing this voice, Jellyfish Yin Ji and Lian Xing were slightly shaken, while Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao looked around in surprise.

However, before Chu Qinghe could respond, the aged voice rang in Chu Qinghe and the others' ears once again.

"Since you have asked this question, you must already know something about it. Why don't you just be direct?"

Faced with this scene, Chu Qinghe raised an eyebrow, smiled lightly, and as his lips moved slightly, a wisp of the power of heaven and earth was instantly pulled in by Chu Qinghe out of thin air.

"If there are higher-level Dao-rank martial arts, why are there no more Dao-rank martial arts in the world now?"

At the same time, in front of the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion, an old monk dressed in a green robe was sweeping the ground with a broom.

His sparse, long beard had turned completely white, and his hunched figure and wrinkled face were enough to show how old he was.

Beside the old man, several other monks stood with their hands clasped together, waiting quietly.

The monk Xuanfa, who had just spoken with Chu Qinghe, was among them.

However, at that moment, the old monk sweeping in front of the scripture pavilion suddenly heard Chu Qinghe's voice.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had seen something, a glint of light flashed in the old monk's eyes, which should have been cloudy, and a look of solemnity appeared on them as well.

After a moment's thought, the old monk finally spoke: "I don't know much about the specifics, but I once heard from the elders in the temple that Shaolin once recorded some other secrets. However, a thousand years ago, Shaolin experienced a great fire that destroyed all the books that contained these secrets. It seems that something went wrong during that time, which caused the Dao-level martial arts to cease to exist."

"Over time, all living beings in this world will only know about the mysteries of heaven and earth, but will not know that above the Heavenly Rank martial arts, there are even more powerful 'Dao Rank' martial arts."

On the other side, Chu Qinghe frowned slightly upon hearing what the old monk was saying.

"What a coincidence?"

Clearly, to Chu Qinghe, this meant burning all the books that contained the secrets, and this action seemed completely wrong.

Immediately, Chu Qinghe asked, "Was this fire an accident or caused by someone?"

The aged voice replied, "I don't know. It's been too long, so long that even this old monk can hardly remember."

Not receiving a definite answer, Chu Qinghe first pursed his lips before continuing, "May I ask, Master, is there anyone in the world who has successfully broken through the Celestial Realm and entered the Divine Seat Realm?"

Just like before, almost a breath later, the reply came from the ancient temple.

"As far as I know, no one has ever entered the Divine Seating Realm in the past few hundred years."

Chu Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly, then asked, "Being able to transmit your voice over such a long distance, it seems that you have already condensed two of the three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit. Do you still have no clue at all?"

The sound entered the ancient temple, and the aged response quickly reached the ears of Chu Qinghe and the others.

"To be honest, among my three flowers of Heaven (spiritual power), Earth (life essence), and Man (physical body), after the Heaven and Earth flowers condensed into substance, the Man flower was sealed off and has not made any progress for a hundred years. It is difficult to achieve the unity of the three and condense a martial arts golden core. Even after many years of hard work, I have not been able to understand the reason for this situation, which has disappointed you."

After hearing the reply, Chu Qinghe did not speak again, but fell into deep thought.

After a short while, Chu Qinghe, having regained his senses, spoke again: "Thank you for your explanation, Master."

As he spoke, Chu Qinghe switched the pill bottle he was holding in his left hand to his right.

After his true energy had quietly flowed through his right hand, Chu Qinghe placed the bottle containing the Nine-Leaf Nine-Heart Herbal Wine on the ground and said to the women, "Let's go!"

After saying that, the group used their lightness skills to dart away into the distance.

No sooner had Chu Qinghe left than the monk Xuanfa appeared where Chu Qinghe and his companions had been, using his inner energy to pull up the pill bottle from the ground and return to Shaolin.

Upon returning to the Sutra Repository, the monk Xuanfa immediately appeared before the sweeping monk and presented him with the items he was carrying.

"Grandmaster."

Faced with the actions of the monk Xuanfa, the sweeping monk stretched out his withered hand and took the elixir bottle from Xuanfa's hand.

The moment the Sweeper Monk took the pill bottle, he felt a distinct chill, causing him to glance at the bottle again.

Only after confirming that the pill bottle was just an ordinary porcelain bottle did the sweeping monk open it.

Once the true energy was activated, a drop of wine instantly floated out of the elixir bottle and landed in the mouth of the sweeping monk, who then tasted and savored it.