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"The Supreme Weapon of All Armies is a sword, and the Treasure Cauldron is a cauldron. After all, a wine vessel and a cauldron are somewhat similar. I have transformed this half-golden wine vessel into a Treasure Cauldron. From now on, others will call theirs Foundation Stage, while mine will be called Foundation Cauldron! No one else has what I possess; I am the first in history!" Before the action even began, Zhao Yang boasted like a scholar.
Settling down, Chaos True Qi flowed like a willow branch, resembling a flying dragon. Under Zhao Yang's control, it circled around the Foundation Stage several times before slightly pausing and merging into it. The Foundation Stage trembled above the Qi Sea like never before, causing the Qi Sea to roar as if boiling water was erupting.
Zhao Yang carefully manipulated the Foundation Stage, making slight adjustments. It only caused him pain; there were no other discomforts or signs of Transmutation disintegration. Zhao Yang was overjoyed and gradually transformed the Foundation Stage according to the image of the Three-Legged Nine-Eared Cauldron from his past life. With every inch he altered, his pain intensified. By the end, sweat had completely drenched him, yet he did not stop because he noticed that the pearl above the Qi Sea had shrunk to the size of a fingernail and was nearly invisible. He still needed the pearl to nourish and purify it after transforming the Foundation Stage into the Foundation Cauldron; otherwise, he might not be able to forge a Perfect Foundation Cauldron.
Zhao Yang had no idea how much time had passed during this ordeal; he only felt an emptiness in his stomach and dizziness. The pain had nearly dulled all his other senses. At this moment, his Spirit Energy was almost depleted, and he had consumed all the Revitalizing Pills given to him by the elder. Zhao Yang had no choice but to take out the Red Essence Stone he had kept close to his heart. However, before he could absorb it, the Red Essence Stone vanished and dissolved into his body. The nascent model of the Foundation Cauldron within his Qi Sea trembled lightly. Without further thought, Zhao Yang realized that with Spirit Energy supporting him, he could continue with his unfinished task.
Heaven and earth resonated; the sun and moon shone together. It was precisely three-quarters past noon when suddenly dark clouds obscured the sun as if night had fallen.
At that moment, the entire Five Elements Continent was enveloped in darkness. Everyone was bewildered by what was happening, including those hidden within their secluded realms.
At this moment, in a certain part of the Eastern Region's Hundred Thousand Desolate Mountains, a White-Haired Elder spoke up; in another area of the Southern Domain Sky-reaching Forest, a middle-aged man clad in a Purple Cloud Battle Robe also spoke; and in a certain place within the Boundless Desert of the Western Region, a gaunt Old Crone simultaneously exclaimed: "The laws?!"
Meanwhile, deep within an Ice Ancient Cave in the Northern Extreme Icefield, a somewhat eerie Stunning Woman dressed in black stared intently at a mural depicting a man on the wall. After a long while, she stepped out of the Ice Ancient Cave and gazed toward Zhongzhou, whispering softly: "Is it that place again? In this lifetime, could someone truly ascend to immortality?"
The strange phenomenon of darkness did not last long; soon it dissipated, revealing clear skies once more.
A faint Dao Principle Divine Sound echoed in everyone's ears as Zhao Yang suddenly opened his eyes wide, revealing a chaotic brilliance within them. At that moment, he was unaware that from where he stood as the starting point, vast ripples of enlightenment were radiating outward across the land.
In the Inner Courtyard's duel platform, Long Xiao Wu raised her head toward a direction in the Outer Sect while wiping her tears and said: "It's been two years; has Zhao Yang finally come?"
On another side, a severely injured young scholar being carried away wiped blood from his face and laughed: "You’re finished! Zhao Yang has arrived; my brother is here."
"Hey, the scholar has gone mad from the beating. Quickly, take him down," a bearded Middle-Aged Taoist waved his hand, signaling others to carry Scholar Xiu away.
Scholar Xiu struggled desperately, shouting, "Can't you feel the powerful Ripple of Enlightenment? I told you all before, once my brother steps into the Foundation Establishment Stage, you're all finished!"
The Middle-Aged Taoist's expression turned impatient as he waved his hand again, as if shooing away a fly. "Enough noise, next."
Then a bruised young man was brought to the stage. He looked at the unfriendly young man on the other side and suddenly burst into tears, saying, "I’m willing! I’m willing to join you! Please don’t hit me anymore!"
"Hmph, if you had said that earlier, you wouldn't have had to endure so many beatings. If your talent is lacking, you should just accept your fate as a tribute. After a year of this, it's time to submit!"
At this moment, Zhao Yang was in the final step of forging the Foundation Cauldron. He saw an ancient and grand cauldron filled with runes and spells hovering in the air within his Qi Sea. Countless invisible True Qi chains connected Zhao Yang's body to his seven meridians and eight vessels, as well as thirty-six cave heavens and hundreds of hidden acupoints, forming a complex and infinitely circulating True Qi system.
Each True Qi chain penetrated through Zhao Yang's body, as if breathing, continuously drawing in Spirit Energy from the outside world and channeling it into the cauldron within his Qi Sea. A strange Spiritual Root was swaying unsteadily, slowly fading away, while the giant cauldron above became increasingly mature, resembling a Divine Fire gradually extinguishing as it was completed. The cauldron was brilliantly colored, truly a unique masterpiece.
Zhao Yang was overjoyed as he dropped the last drop of divine essence from the Jade Crawler's inner pill into the cauldron. With a plop, the divine essence merged into the cauldron, and a thunderous sound echoed as the Perfect Foundation Cauldron was successfully forged!
Zhao Yang looked at his hands and felt a faint surge of power filling his palms. He slowly clenched his fists; feeling a surge of excitement within him caused strong winds to whip around outside the house. Countless essences and elements surged toward him from all directions, rushing into his body through his hands and limbs, making the doors and windows rattle.
Zhao Yang's long hair flew wildly as an indescribable excitement coursed through him. Suddenly, he stomped one foot down with force and broke through the roof, soaring into the sky. Zhao Yang paused high above, surrounded by mountains and hills; countless essences from plants and various unclaimed Spirit Energy surged toward him. In just a few breaths' time, Zhao Yang felt an overwhelming power filling his body; his Qi Sea roared like an ocean, with True Qi abundant in the Foundation Cauldron and Chaotic Qi swirling around it like a coiling dragon.
As the phenomenon faded and light dimmed, tranquility returned to heaven and earth.
"They say that after reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage, one's True Qi is ten times that of when in Qi Refinement Stage. But mine is not just ten times—it's more than a hundred!" Zhao Yang exclaimed excitedly. However, in the next moment, he was surprised to find himself floating in mid-air. Startled for a moment and feeling unsteady, he quickly adjusted himself and found that sensation of controlling flight.
"I see that others can only fly with True Qi supporting them, and it looks quite strenuous. Why do I feel like it's even easier for me than walking, as if I'm one with the air? This is what it means to ride the wind," Zhao Yang thought to himself as he began to ascend slowly towards the clouds, flying higher and higher until he stopped, feeling a bit breathless after surpassing the cloud cover.
The temperature at high altitude was cold, the wind was strong, and the air was thin. Looking down at the mountains and rivers below, Zhao Yang couldn't help but feel elated, laughing heartily, "I can fly!"
Then, Zhao Yang started to practice various difficult maneuvers. One moment he was soaring like Chang'e flying to the moon, the next he was diving like a missile, then spiraling through the air, and finally performing inverted flights. He was having the time of his life, truly fulfilling his dream of flying! This wasn't about taking a plane or riding a rocket; this was real flight without needing wings!
Zhao Yang continued to play in the sky until he grew tired and began to descend, still excitedly saying, "Once Xiao Wu and the Scholar reach the Foundation Establishment Stage, we can fly up together for a high-altitude picnic. If I get the chance someday, I could even open a cloud restaurant and make a fortune."
Unbeknownst to Zhao Yang, Long Xiao Wu and the transformed Scholar Xiu had already successfully established their foundations and entered the Inner Courtyard. He also didn't realize that he had been sitting there for two years. His mind began to wander as he envisioned all the wonderful things that would come with flying.
In reality, Zhao Yang's flight was fundamentally different from that of others. While others relied on True Qi for support—like riding a bicycle over long distances which would surely tire them—he was like riding a motorcycle. Unless he ran out of fuel or decided he was tired of shouting, he could keep racing indefinitely.
This was the effect of Perfect Foundation, a unique advantage brought by the unconventional Foundation Cauldron. It not only significantly reduced the consumption of True Qi but also allowed for a cyclical process that connected him to external sources of Spirit Energy. This meant he could continuously absorb energy from the environment in an eco-friendly way—even while sleeping! Of course, this cauldron was one of a kind throughout history; even wealth couldn't buy it.
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