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Song Qianqiu was covered in incomplete runes, which were marred by festering sores and oozing pus. Darkened blood seeped out, entering the wounds on Yang Long's body. Yang Long screamed in terror, while Song Qianqiu let out an unusually excited laugh. He said, "Tell me everything you know about the Yang Family Book, without missing a single detail."
Yang Long's gaze became vacant as he slowly nodded, his expression blank. His skin gradually turned pale gray, and his soul began to rise from his body. Song Qianqiu absorbed him entirely, including the Golden Core within his soul.
At that moment in the Yin Mountain Yang Family Imperial Hall, an old man in a black robe gazed into the void, faintly perceiving events happening miles away in a dilapidated temple. Li Chang'an asked, "Ancestor, have you calculated Dragon's whereabouts at this time?"
Yang Kaishan withdrew his gaze and sighed, saying, "Dragon cannot escape his fate; he is now in a ruined temple on a desolate mountain in the Western Suburbs of Jiangnan, being drained of his three souls and six spirits by someone named Song Qianqiu. It is too late."
Hearing this, Yang Xuanzong's expression turned furious. He shouted at everyone in the hall, "What are you all waiting for? Use the Thousand Li Talisman and go find him immediately!"
"Yes!" an elder responded. Chanting a spell, mist enveloped the area, revealing four red wooden boxes that opened to reveal a Thousand Li Talisman inside each.
Four of the Nine Elders stepped forward, each taking a Thousand Li Talisman. As they ignited them, the void trembled with radiant light, and all four disappeared simultaneously.
Yang Xuanzong remarked, "Who exactly is this Song Qianqiu? Wasn't she supposed to be a woman?"
The High Priest replied, "It seems that the one who took Dragon is not the same person."
Yang Xuanzong commanded, "Investigate this Song Qianqiu and bring her to me."
In the Ruined Temple in the Western Suburbs of Jiangnan, a hint of wicked charm appeared on Song Qianqiu's face as he watched his decaying flesh gradually heal and new flesh grow. He unwrapped the bandages around his abdomen. The black pus no longer flowed, and the dark aura dissipated.
Song Qianqiu was overjoyed. "This Perfect Golden Core truly can heal me; it can indeed compensate for my body's previous deficiencies and future hidden dangers."
With tears of joy mingling with laughter in his eyes, he suddenly sensed vibrations from the spirit stones around him as talismans lit up. Looking outside the dilapidated temple, he lifted the dazed Yang Long by his chin and said, "Indeed worthy of possessing Void Technique; the Yang Family has found this place so quickly. Let's play a game and see if they can find you before you hang."
White Silk hung from the beam, with Yang Long dangling from it. Yang Long rolled his eyes, his tongue sticking out, legs flailing as he watched Elder Yang approach the dilapidated temple under the moonlit night.
Song Qianqiu chuckled softly and retreated, disappearing into the darkness.
In the Yinshan Yang Family, Yang Kaishan sighed and said, "The dragon has already perished, and the Soul is no more."
Upon hearing this news, Yang Xuanzong spat out a mouthful of old blood, feeling utterly despondent. "The Yang Family has no successors; what are we to do now?"
"Reporting to Ancestor and the family head, someone from the Eternal Life Hall has come," a Guard Disciple announced from outside the hall.
"Summon them!" Yang Xuanzong commanded.
Soon, a disciple rushed in, looking extremely pale. He knelt on the ground and said, "Reporting to the family head, Young Master Long's Soul Lamp in the Eternal Life Hall has suddenly extinguished."
The Soul Lamp is established for important disciples within great sects; it indicates whether a disciple is alive or dead.
Yang Xuanzong sighed again. "I already know."
"But..." the disciple hesitated.
"Speak clearly; why are you stammering?" an elder scolded.
The Eternal Life Hall disciple replied, "But Yang Hao's Soul Lamp has lit up."
"What?"
"Rebirth after death? That prophecy of Guo Daozhen has come true!"
Within the Yang Family Imperial Hall, many elders were discussing fervently, creating a moment of chaos.
Yang Kaishan said, "According to reason, Yang Hao's death is certain. The Old Man checked his Soul Lamp after returning. Revival could also mean that his body has been occupied by another Soul. Go and retrieve his Soul Lamp; the Old Man will take a look."
"Yes, Ancestor."
The disciple responded and exited the hall. After a moment, he returned with Yang Hao's Soul Lamp. Yang Kaishan took the Soul Lamp, and a strange light shone in his eyes. He performed the Divination Technique, and with a loud bang, the Soul Lamp exploded into flames.
"Ancestor, what is happening?" Li Chang'an asked.
Yang Kaishan replied, "The Divination Technique was obstructed. Yang Hao either obtained a secret talisman or learned the Divination Technique himself. Could it be that Guo Daozhen taught him? Or has he comprehended the Might of the Dao? No, that’s impossible."
"Ancestor, what exactly is going on?" Yang Xuanzong inquired.
Yang Kaishan said, "The Dao has changed; factors that can counter my Divination Technique are appearing one after another. Notify everyone from the Yang Family scattered in the Daoist Sect to investigate Miao Guanyin's whereabouts with all their might. I must obtain the Book of Life and Death as soon as possible."
At this moment, in a dim and hazy space, I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself in the Beast's Sacred Medicine Garden. The Holy Herb Garden was enveloped by a Seven-Colored Bubble, floating in mid-air.
I could open my eyes but could not move. In the surrounding space, the Underworld flowed with Yin Qi permeating everywhere. I saw a vast Ancient City Complex within which Ghostly Energy surged, and pale-faced Yin Soldiers marched in orderly lines toward the city gates.
I watched everything with a cold gaze, while the beast lay beside me, sound asleep.
The Seven-Colored Bubble carried us as we flew on. We traversed mountains and rivers until we reached a place piled high with flying snow—the Silver World.
The Seven-Colored Bubble stopped atop a mountain. I moved my fingers, and from all directions, the Three Souls and Seven Spirits flew in. One after another, phantoms entered my body until the light returned to my eyes and my mind became clear.
I looked around at the flying snow, all of which was blocked by the Seven-Colored Bubble. I stood up and stepped out of it, feeling a bit sore in my legs. The snowflakes froze in my vision—hexagonal ice crystals magnified, forming countless ice crystals, and I saw the Water Molecules.
During the time when my Three Souls and Seven Spirits scattered in all directions, I witnessed the joys and sorrows, hatred and crimes of ordinary people living in the secular city. I saw the tranquility of an old recluse living atop a deep mountain, the toil and ignorance of those in slums, and the myriad states of beings in the world today.
I saw the Crabapple Blossom bloom and fall, new buds sprouting from the Dead Tree, the murkiness and struggle in a dying Fox Rabbit's eyes, a mother's labor and a baby's first babbling. The sun rose and set again; sometimes the moon was full, sometimes it waned. Justice faded and was reborn; good people turned bad, bad people turned good; sincerity and simplicity coexisted with deceit.
The flying snow around me came to a standstill as Spirit Energy from mountains and rivers continuously flowed into my body. I could not feel my Qi Sea nor where the Spirit Energy had gone.
Suddenly, a cool sensation surged through my abdomen like a gentle stream—clear beyond measure—gathering little by little at the position of my Qi Sea. Above it, a golden elixir began to condense, growing larger than the one I had originally formed—more than twice its size—and it continued to expand.
At that moment, across various places, leaders and Elders from different sects stood up—some walked out of great halls, some stood on rooftops, others paused their cultivation in caves—all gazing toward the north with immense confusion.
"What is happening? Why is the Spirit Energy of the earth flowing northward? Could it be that a Dragon Vein has appeared?" asked Sword Sect Master Dongfang Jiu.
An elderly Elder of the Sword Pavilion replied, "The direction points to the northern snowfield; it's toward the mountains. Perhaps our Sword Sect Disciple has unearthed a famous sword, disturbing an ancient unparalleled spirit formation."
In the Western Divine Serpent Sect, Nangong stood in the Refining Fire Hall, playing with a Starlight Stone. Below him was a group of Serpent Cult elders and disciples studying ancient Taoist Scriptures, searching for information about the origins of the Martial Dao Classic and methods to forcibly decipher it.
Suddenly, the Starlight Stone slipped from Nangong's grasp, soaring swiftly over the heads of the elders before vanishing into the territory of the Serpent Cult.
Not only were the elders stunned, but even Nangong himself was taken aback.
"Master, should we continue the search?" one elder broke the silence and asked.
Nangong snorted and said, "Go to the Machine Wall and find out what happened. Why did the Starlight Stone fly away for no reason?"
On a distant mountaintop, I stood amidst the wind and snow, feeling the power of nature. I opened my eyes as the Starlight Stone returned, scattering into countless stars that merged into my Acupoint.
The golden core within me spun and gradually grew larger, while tender shoots emerged from the roots of the Snow Lotus surrounding me. Buds blossomed like flowers.
The golden core elongated first, then took on an effective embryonic shape. The golden embryo grew, revealing a fist, with its features becoming clearer. It continuously absorbed Spirit Energy, growing little by little. Suddenly, it kicked its legs, raised its fist, and yawned.
The golden figure opened its eyes. Its gaze pierced through the flying snow, reaching up into the high clouds. As it scanned its surroundings, it settled above the Qi Sea with a solemn expression, its hands clasped together at its abdomen.
In the Holy Herb Garden, a beast awakened. It opened its eyes and saw me standing on the mountaintop. A joyful expression spread across its face as it plucked a radish-like Holy Medicine from behind in the Holy Herb Garden and hurriedly flew toward me with both hands embracing it.
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