Seeing the shocked expressions on his master's face, Chu Mo couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
It seems this thing isn't as simple as I imagined.
But this so-called sacred artifact, although it has the word "sacred" in it, is just an earthly term.
Aside from helping cultivators comprehend the Dao, it doesn't have any other special features, does it?
It is completely different from the sacred artifacts of the Kunlun Realm, as can be seen from the way our masters address them.
But why are they still so shocked?
If you don't understand, just ask.
Chu Mo asked directly, puzzled:
"Master, besides helping people comprehend the Dao, does this thing have any other miraculous properties?"
Seeing that his expression didn't seem fake, the others were speechless with bewilderment.
The way he's talking makes it sound like this thing is cheap.
This is a Dao artifact!!
The elders stared at him blankly for a long time before the first elder finally explained with a wry smile:
"The so-called Dao artifact is a personal item that a cultivator carries when entering the Dao Integration stage, having undergone the baptism of the Great Dao together."
"The Daoist essence imbued upon it greatly aids cultivators in comprehending the laws of the Great Dao and entering the Dao Integration stage."
"Many people, when breaking through to the Dao Integration stage, perfect their understanding of the Great Dao by studying Dao artifacts, which is extremely valuable."
Chu Mo's heart was immediately filled with shock. This thing was actually produced by a Dao Integration stage cultivator when undergoing the baptism of the Great Dao.
Doesn't that mean that there were many Dao Integration stage cultivators on Earth in the past?
Where did they all go? Why are they never recorded in history?
Then, recalling Monica's words about the golden corpses in the Kunlun Mountain caves.
A bold guess gradually took shape deep in his mind.
Could it be that they all disappeared in the instant of calamity?
Is the lack of their records in later generations due to the loss of this part of history?
Chu Mo's heart remained unsettled for a long time, and his sense of urgency grew stronger and stronger.
At this moment, the Grand Elder took a breath and continued to sigh:
"Only top sects and aristocratic families possess such items; no one would be foolish enough to sell them to the public."
"Even our sect only has one left over from ten thousand years ago. If you need it, take it."
After Huang Jianxiong finished speaking, he took out a palm-sized, antique-looking token and handed it to him.
Chu Mo was deeply moved; this thing was so precious.
But the Grand Elder didn't even ask, and just gave it to him directly?
He believed that this had nothing to do with the jade he had given them, or the business deal.
Even without these factors, the Grand Elder would probably still have done it.
At this moment, his sense of belonging to the Qingcang Immortal Sect deepened even further.
He didn't refuse and reached out to take it.
Although he possessed several sacred artifacts, their effects diminished over time, except for the first time when their effects were most pronounced.
Xiao Liu was like a stamp collector.
Seeing that collecting sacred artifacts was not an option, Chu Mo inquired about another matter.
"Master, do you know of any treasures that can repair the spirit of an artifact?"
"Repair the spirit's soul?"
The elders looked surprised, but when they thought about his background, they suddenly realized what was going on.
As expected of someone from a prestigious family, they even possess a magical treasure?
Even if the spirit of the artifact is damaged, it is still a rare and precious item.
Unfortunately, Chu Hanqing could only shake his head with a wry smile.
"The soul is the hardest to recover from, especially for the spirit of an artifact. The soul is different from that of a human, making recovery even more difficult."
"This kind of treasure is only possessed by the royal family in the entire Lingfeng Kingdom. It is said that the ruler of Lingfeng Kingdom once obtained a treasure called the Spirit-Nourishing Stele in the Ascension Secret Realm."
"Its greatest efficacy is in repairing damage to the soul, and it has tremendous effects on both humans and spiritual treasures."
At this point, Chu Hanqing looked at him helplessly and sighed:
"But this treasure has always been kept hidden by the king and is rarely shown to others."
"It is said that the King of Lingxiao Kingdom personally visited to ask to borrow it, but he politely declined."
Chu Mo couldn't help but feel disappointed.
In that case, it would be even more of a pipe dream for me to borrow it.
He then asked curiously, "Master, what is the strength of this king?"
"King Mu Chengfeng is the only Dao Integration stage cultivator in the Lingfeng Kingdom!"
"The Dao Integration Stage?"
Chu Mo couldn't help but exclaim in amazement; this realm was truly far beyond his reach.
At that moment, he felt his own weakness even more deeply.
The most urgent task is to quickly earn spirit stones, cultivate diligently, and develop our power.
"Second Elder, why don't we go to the county town now?" Chu Mo asked urgently.
"Alright."
Second Elder Murong Jingde nodded in agreement and immediately used his divine sense to notify the other disciples to join him.
Before long, Jiang Wanqing, Yan Qingsong, and the others arrived at the entrance of the main hall.
With a wave of his sleeve, the Second Elder enveloped the group in a protective aura, which instantly transformed into streaks of light and vanished into the horizon.
Although Chu Mo was also able to fly through the air, he had not yet entered the Golden Core stage.
In terms of altitude, speed, and distance, nothing compares to this one.
The Second Elder's cultivation level is at least at the Nascent Soul stage, which is far beyond what he can compare to.
Watching the green mountains on both sides of the river rushing backward, Chu Mo felt as if he were floating on air, and a feeling of unrestrained pride welled up in his heart.
This is what a true cultivator is like!
However, he was not far from being able to fly, and he was looking forward to it.
I couldn't help but check again, at the primordial energy lake in my dantian.
Tiny, purplish-gold crystals were gathered by the cyclone into a vortex several meters in diameter, and were gradually condensing.
At its very core, a soft sphere the size of a ping-pong ball has formed.
Like an egg yolk.
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