Although I knew that the flower-backed turtle would go to dig graves in other places after he came down the mountain, I never thought he would be so bold. Compared with ordinary Taoist sects, the demon tribe is more powerful. The entire force is like an alliance, and there are top masters within the powerful tribe.
Putting down the jade slip of communication, Chen Luo wrote down the location mentioned by the flower-backed turtle, then stood up and walked out of the ancient tower.
There is no rush for the demon clan for now.
If I want to rob the tombs of the demon clan, my current strength is still a little lacking, and I can’t win them over with virtue.
I haven't been out for more than three months, and the scene outside is the same as when I came here, with no changes. The Star Gate is now in a state of disarray, and many of its subordinate forces have defected. Most of the immortal cultivators who fled to the Ancient God Sect are from this group. If they are not taken away by the Dao Palace and want to survive, they can only find a way out on their own. The rest, like the Yongxian Kingdom, are occupied by foreign powers like Chen Luo. Before the general situation becomes clear, the situation of these vassal forces will not change.
On the street, Chen Luo was strolling around like an ordinary person.
The long-lost smell of incense made him feel like he was returning to the mortal world.
This is a feeling that is completely opposite to the 'legendary world', with the five turbidities adding to the body and training the mind in the red dust.
After two streets, the road suddenly became much dirtier, and the white jade ground turned into gray stone slabs. The pedestrians also changed from cultivators who were refining qi and building foundations to ordinary people. There were vendors pulling pack horses into the city, vendors hawking their wares along the streets, jugglers, and dung men pushing dung carts.
The smell also became turbid, with the aroma of food wafting from roadside restaurants, the sweat odor of pedestrians on the street, the scent of rouge from passing women, and the stench left over from dung carts.
These smells have long faded, but cultivators can still feel them.
This is the turbid area of Eisenkyō.
The spiritual energy is thin and filthy. No wonder people from the fairyland don't like to come here. It feels like going from a clear water pool into a sewage pool, making the whole body uncomfortable.
Chen Luo walked on the street, surrounded by pure energy, like an immortal who had entered the world.
When people around him saw him, they would subconsciously avoid him. Yongxianjing was a city where immortals and mortals mixed together. On weekdays, most immortals stayed in the immortal area, but occasionally someone would pass by here. People living here had long been accustomed to the existence of "immortals" and also dreamed of one day encountering a miracle and becoming an immortal.
After walking for a while, Chen Luo suddenly saw a group of people gathered in the restaurant in front.
From time to time, cheers could be heard from inside.
There were quite a few people gathered inside. A young man was sitting at a table, with a paper fan inserted diagonally behind his back, telling a story vividly. Chen Luo had some impression of this man. He was one of the storytellers invited by the national teacher Li Shengnan that day.
"Let's talk about that old demon Chen, who had a mouthful of deep words and three heads and eight arms. He picked up his weapon and started to smash the monkey, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split, and the sun and moon to lose their light."
Chen Luo stood at the door and listened to a section. He found that the storytellers that Li Shengnan found were indeed good. The content they told was very exciting, with climaxes one after another, and it was fascinating. But the character of the protagonist did not match him, and he always liked to kill people indiscriminately.
He is a peace-loving and kind-hearted person, but his image has been distorted by these people.
Nowadays, ordinary families in Yongxianjingzhuo District use his name to scare their children when they are coaxing them.
After passing the restaurant, Chen Luo continued walking forward, and soon arrived at the government office in the Zhuo District.
This is the Yongxianjing institution that manages ordinary people. All the superiors are cultivators. However, most of them are cultivators in the early and middle stages of Qi Refining. Those in the late stage of Qi Refining are unwilling to come here. For cultivators in the Qi Refining stage, the life span is only a hundred years in total. Every year wasted may affect the foundation of Taoism. Only those who have no hope of building a foundation and have walked out of the turbid area will return here.
"Is this the temple of the lucky baby?"
Chen Luo did not enter the government office, but turned his attention to the temple next to it.
Temple of Fortune.
This temple is one of the most popular temples in Yongxian Kingdom. The fact that it is built next to the government office is enough to illustrate its status in Yongxian Kingdom.
Entering the temple, Chen Luo looked around.
The temple is ancient, with bluestone floors, red walls and blue bricks.
After passing through the gate, there is a square courtyard with a three-meter-high round tripod in the middle, which is filled with incense sticks. After passing the incense tripod, there are two white stone steps on the left and right in front of you. In the temple opposite the gate, there are three statues of gods.
Two auxiliary gods and one main god.
The auxiliary gods were divided into left and right. On the left was a fat pig holding a big hammer, and on the right was a white-haired monkey with a pointed face. On the altar in the middle was a pink doll, which was the lucky doll that Chen Luo had seen in the "Legendary World" not long ago.
The temple priest was sitting on the side below, interpreting the fortune for people.
Pilgrims coming and going kept kneeling below and making wishes.
"It seems that not all wishes can be delivered."
Chen Luo retracted his gaze and turned to leave the temple. Others who saw him coming in and out did not dare to ask any more questions, but just subconsciously avoided him. Most of the immortal cultivators did not believe in gods, which was something that all ordinary people living in the turbid area knew.
Return to the ancient tower.
Chen Luo returned to the top again.
"Find my own legend first, and the rest will come slowly." He picked up a bottle with his right hand, and a little light appeared between his index fingers, and the liquid in the bottle was extracted.
Irregular purple liquid fluctuated in front of him, and a strange fragrance spread out.
The bottle contained sand snake venom, which was originally supposed to be offered to the Star Gate, but was intercepted by Chen Luo. This kind of thing is extremely expensive, and the yield is even lower than that of the five-color spiritual flower. But the effect is also surprisingly good, and it is the best cultivation resource for the Spiritualization Realm to the Return to the Void Realm.
Chen Luo originally wanted to extract this thing and refine it into pills, but after trying several methods, he couldn't find a way to neutralize the medicinal properties.
Pills above the fifth level involve more mysterious things, which have gone beyond the conventional spiritual materials and need to be refined with some mysterious things. For example, "desire", Chen Luo now has a fifth-level body-refining pill obtained from the Ancient God Sect. When refining the pill, the emotion of "anger" must be added.
This kind of abstract recipe was something Chen Luo had never encountered before. Fortunately, the two medicine boys in the external brain had some "instincts". Chen Luo only needed to collect the corresponding materials and update the alchemy techniques. The speed of this alchemy upgrade was only in his hands. Ordinary alchemists, especially those above level 5, had accumulated experience for more than a thousand years.
Chen Luo is less than 500 years old now. Among traditional alchemists, he can only make some third-level elixirs at most. It is difficult for him to make fourth-level elixirs, let alone fifth-level elixirs of the god level.
The venom of the sand snake is a fifth-level spiritual material. If you want to refine it into a pill, you need to master the corresponding pill formula, which is only available in the Star Gate. Before obtaining a new pill formula, Chen Luo can only use the raw materials directly like other cultivators.
The aroma becomes stronger.
A scent similar to that of grass entered his nose, and Chen Luo felt his eyes brighten.
All the fatigue in the soul disappeared, and the spirit became complete again.
"The effect of the sand snake venom is better than expected." After sensing the condition of his body, Chen Luo flew away from his body with ease and entered the 'Legendary Realm' again.
The story has been circulating in Yongxianjing for so long that his own legend must have been born in the legend world.
What he had to do now was to find this power and merge it with his own soul.
Legend world.
It was drizzling in the sky, and the black rain fell on the ground like ink, splashing water.
A world like ink painting, the ground is pure white.
After the black rain water penetrated the ground, it was quickly eroded by the white water and disappeared.
"The scene changed?"
Chen Luo appeared in this empty world wearing a green robe, becoming the only color in this black and white world, and looked particularly eye-catching.
Last time, Fuyunwa led the way, so the place they went to was very similar to Yongxian Kingdom. This time, there was no one to lead the way. Chen Luo used the same method to come in, but the scene he saw was different.
Chen Luo looked around.
There were a few gray-white stones with traces of ink pen outlines on them. A few dark-white bamboos were swaying in the rain, and black raindrops hit the bamboo leaves, splashing large pieces of water.
Boom.
Chen Luo took a step, and there was a sound of water dripping into the lake under his feet.
He looked down and found a circle of ripples under his feet. Inky black lines appeared on the pure white ground and spread into the distance.
"water?"
Chen Luo squatted down and touched it with his hand.
The cool touch came from the ground, and the feedback was not water, but stone. The texture was very similar to marble, a little cool, but completely different.
Where the palm touched, ripples appeared again.
Chen Luo tried to dig, but failed to move the ground as it was solid.
I stood up and followed my spiritual sense, walking forward along the road for a while, and there were gradually more buildings around me.
These buildings are also the same as the stones and bamboos before, all of them are inky black. The ink brushstrokes are clearly visible, and the rain hitting them makes a glassy sound, which is pleasant to the ears.
"Zuixianlou?"
After walking along the edge of the building for a while, Chen Luo saw a restaurant. He had seen this restaurant before. It was the place where the storyteller Du Jiang told stories. But for some reason, this ordinary restaurant also appeared in the legend world, and it seemed to be related to his "legend".
When I put my hand on the door, it feels exactly like real wood.
Squeak
The door opened.
Chen Luo walked in. The scene inside was exactly the same as the restaurant he had seen in the Zhuo District of Yongxian Country before. Even the table where the storyteller Du Jiang sat was restored. The only difference was that there was no one here, no audience.
All the buildings are also in ink colors, only black, white and gray.
Chen Luo did not continue to walk inside, but reached out and untied the cave gourd from his waist. The reason why a spiritual weapon is called a spiritual weapon is because it has spirituality and can follow the soul into the "legendary world". (End of this chapter)
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