The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is useless; it's ineffective against those without a primordial spirit. It's not that it's completely useless, but the key is that the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife can't immobilize people without a primordial spirit. The Treasure-Falling Coin, on the other hand, is different. It doesn't matter what you are; it traps everyone inside. Then, with a spin of the blade forged from Gonggong's essence, the person is instantly killed.
Moreover, the Xuan Tian Refined this thing is even more insidious, with some special ingredients added to it. The three-bladed blade is designed according to the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, set up with the power of the three powers. Once it is released, even if it cannot kill the enemy, it will continuously grind away the enemy's cultivation while the enemy is trapped. Moreover, the insidiousness of this treasure does not stop there. Every time this treasure turns, it will cut away a person's cultivation of thousands of years, and it will also continuously absorb the enemy's magic power, making itself turn faster and faster. With this ebb and flow, it is not worried about not being able to kill you.
The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron alone was enough to make even the saints wary. Now, with the thing in Xuantian's hands, even the saints would find it hard to handle. Apart from Laozi, who had the Xuanhuang Pagoda, a treasure of merit, making it relatively easy for him to escape the trap of the Falling Treasure Coin, other saints would have to put in a lot of effort to escape easily.
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Xuan Tian looked at the gourd in his hand, his mind becoming increasingly frenzied. With such a treasure in hand, wouldn't it be a simple matter to ambush saints, beat them up, and humiliate them?
It took Xuan Tian a long time to compose himself. Fortunately, he didn't go mad from excessive joy. Otherwise, he would have become the first saint to fall into demonic possession since Hong Jun merged with the Dao.
Growing increasingly fond of the gourd in his hand, Xuan Tian carried the Qiankun Gourd with him at all times, tying it to his waist and stroking it repeatedly, as if caressing a woman's smooth skin. Finally, he remembered what he needed to do, so he transformed himself into a scholar and left Penglai Island once more.
In high spirits, Xuan Tian was pleased with everything he saw. He strolled along the road with a carefree air, a white cloud beneath his feet that he had conjured at will. With a gourd hanging from his waist and a carefree fan in his hand, he swung his head wildly as he walked through the air, looking at the East Sea. Xuan Tian was happy and seemed to have a feeling, so he decided to emulate the frivolous scholars of later generations and compose a poem to express his joy.
He did as he was told, bowing his head, fanning himself, clearing his throat, and began to say, "Ah... the sun rises in the east... the sea is vast... the little fish in the sea are being naughty." He rambled on for a long time, but he really had no lines, which only proved that this guy was too uncultured and had no good stuff in his head. And most importantly, the weather was cold and gloomy today, with no wind and lots of clouds, and he didn't see the sun.
He sighed, seemingly aware that he lacked education and couldn't compose such beautiful verses. Feeling frustrated, he thought to himself: Why didn't I learn a couple of poems back then? Sigh~ It's terrible to be uneducated.
Because he couldn't compose any fancy verses, Xuan Tian's excitement about forging a good magic weapon seemed to have subsided somewhat, and he wasn't as radiant and eager to please everyone as before.
As they approached the prehistoric continent, Xuan Tian suddenly spotted a small island. This island was nothing special; there were many like it in the East Sea. The key was that Xuan Tian found something unusual about this island. In the East Sea, it was rare to see such a desolate island, devoid of any spiritual energy. Xuan Tian was puzzled, but since he had nothing else to do, he decided to go down and take a look.
Landing on the island on a cloud, I found that the entire island was only a hundred feet tall, basically just a small mountain, and could hardly be considered an island.
Xuan Tian looked around and immediately understood why the island was so desolate. It turned out that there was a huge rock on the mountaintop that was constantly absorbing the spiritual energy from the surrounding area. However, since the island below the rock was not a blessed land, although the rock absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, it could not actually absorb much spiritual energy.
Xuan Tian naturally wanted to see what was going on with such a strange boulder. As he approached it, he instinctively felt that the closer he got, the stronger the suction force became. He was puzzled and did some calculations with his fingers, but his expression turned somewhat strange.
Why? This giant rock was one of the stones that Nuwa missed when she mended the sky. To put it more precisely, this stone is the future Sun Wukong, only he hasn't yet taken form. What puzzled Xuantian was that this giant rock seemed to be from Flower Fruit Mountain, which is located in the ancestral vein of the Ten Continents, rich in spiritual energy. It definitely wouldn't look like this. Could it be a change caused by him, this butterfly that traveled through time? That shouldn't be the case. He traveled through time; what does that have to do with Sun Wukong?
Although it wasn't his business, Sun Wukong was a valuable asset in his hands, and would be of great use in the future. How could he let him be so impoverished? After thinking it over, Xuan Tian used magic to move several spiritual veins to the island so that the giant rock could absorb them. It was at least a token of his goodwill towards him.
Sun Wukong's aptitude was indeed excellent, so much so that Xuantian was tempted to take him as a disciple, but the timing wasn't right, and this matter had to be left for later.
Having done this, Xuan Tian left directly. There were still several decades before the Investiture of the Gods, and Xuan Tian had nothing else to do, so he freely traveled in the prehistoric world.
After Emperor Yi had three sons, he had no more children. He reigned for more than ten years, and as he grew older, his desire to establish an heir became stronger.
The eldest son, Wei Zi Qi, was nearly thirty years old at the time. He had been handling government affairs in the court for many years and had gained considerable experience. He increasingly demonstrated the demeanor of a prince and was also a capable official. According to the ancestral teachings of past generations, Wei Zi Qi was very likely to succeed to the throne.
Originally, Wei Ziqi should have been able to wait with peace of mind to succeed to the throne, but in recent years, with the growth of Emperor Yi's third son, Xin Shoude, Wei Ziqi felt an increasing sense of crisis.
Xin Shoude was born into a difficult labor and was later stimulated by dragon energy, thus possessing some dragon energy at birth. He was born extraordinary, intelligent, and possessed superhuman strength. As he grew older, his abilities in political affairs became increasingly apparent, surpassing even Wei Ziqi. He was deeply favored by Emperor Yi, especially since the Nine Dragons Star Crown displayed an unusual phenomenon at Xin Shoude's birth. Although it was due to the arrival of Xuan Tian, Emperor Yi was unaware of the reason, only believing that Xin Shoude was born with the aura of an emperor. He grew even more fond of him, while at the same time, he became increasingly displeased with, and even somewhat disgusted by, the jealousy that Wei Ziqi sometimes showed.
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