Qing Ling touched her head and smiled, "Perhaps it's my good fortune; everything I get is a treasure."
Granny Hua Geng pointed to the green wood item and said, "This sword is named Qing Teng, and it is indeed extremely suitable for you. The spirit nurtures the green vine, hiding ten thousand feet of sharpness."
As the words fell, the item suddenly moved. The golden script inscription vanished, and in an instant, myriad sword intents enveloped the stone cave. The immortal sword hung above, appearing as if the heavens were about to collapse, shaking the very soul. "This sword is a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure with fifteen layers of Dao inscriptions. The spirit of the treasure has not yet manifested, so it seems you are indeed not its master."
Qing Ling stared at the immortal sword in astonishment. Even a mid-grade spiritual treasure possessed such divine power; he had missed out on a potent weapon.
"This pagoda is named the Derivation Pagoda. It was once seized by Ancestor Tai Geng from Patriarch Yin Yang. It was a supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure back then, but Patriarch Yin Yang had already extracted more than half of its Dao inscriptions. Now, it only has twelve layers of Dao inscriptions."
"This mirror is named the Soul Settling Mirror. It is a supreme treasure personally refined by Ancestor Tai Geng. Whoever is reflected in the mirror has their soul captured, and if the mirror shatters, the person perishes."
"And the last item you have chosen is named the Great Void Divine Bell. It was personally crafted by Ancestor Tai Geng using one hundred and eight snake scales from his own body, combined with the Golden Sound Stone from Mount Sumeru in the Western Demonic Lands and the Divine Phoenix Tree wood. It was refined with the Nine Heavens Wind Gale. When the golden bell rings, the ten directions fall into void. When the golden bell trembles, its illusory sounds echo through the Nine Heavens."
Saying this, Hua Geng's Ten Thousand Serpent Mystic Staff emanated golden divine patterns, and she retrieved the Great Void Divine Bell. "Do not disgrace the treasure of Ancestor Tai Geng!"
Qing Ling smiled and said, "Thank you, Granny, for bestowing this treasure upon me. When the Myriad Races Sacred Sacrifice arrives, I will not fail your trust."
Hua Geng smiled and said, "Good! It seems you are aware of the Myriad Races Sacred Sacrifice, the battle of a thousand sacred sons. It is a ranking battle of a thousand races. Before the Myriad Races Sacred Sacrifice, your Mi Tian Rope must not be refined to the tenth Dao inscription. Otherwise, powerful beings might discern the marvel of this spiritual treasure."
Qing Ling's heart tightened, and he said, "Granny, rest assured. I will absolutely not expose it then."
Qing Ling returned to Hundred Springs Valley with the Great Void Divine Bell.
The Myriad Races Sacred Sacrifice would begin after the next Battle of the Ten Thousand Beasts.
This was Qing Ling's third Yuan Hui in the Primordial World, and fifty thousand years had already passed. There were still over eighty thousand years until the Myriad Races Sacred Sacrifice.
He also needed to continue cultivating. Just refining this acquired supreme treasure would take a considerable amount of time. Having reached the late stage of the Heavenly tier, his divine inheritance also contained several divine abilities and secret techniques that he could cultivate. Each divine ability and secret technique required a significant amount of time, but they also offered substantial increases in combat power.
However, cultivation realm was the fundamental key!
Qing Ling continued to reside in Hundred Springs Valley, beginning his leisurely yet busy cultivation life.
The Black Lizard Upper Clan had already migrated three branches, ceding two million li of territory.
The Xi Shan Snake Clan began to take over the two million li of land in the east. With this, the Xi Shan territory expanded to over five million li. In the future, there would be a large influx of low-level clan members, and with a vast base, the number of high-level clan members would naturally increase.
The arrival of the Xuan Wu Supreme made the eight southwestern tribes no longer dare to invade Xi Shan. They even directly retreated, ceding a hundred thousand li of buffer zone, showing no intention of aggression.
The Xi Shan Snake Clan ushered in an era of vigorous development.
In Hundred Springs Valley, Qing Ling sat cross-legged in the quiet room. One hundred and eight golden bells floated around him, each bell representing a treasure inscription. Only after completely refining all one hundred and eight treasure inscriptions could he fully control this supreme treasure.
Qing Ling's primordial spirit contemplated the treasure inscriptions of the mixed golden sound and wind illusion, remaining in seclusion for a thousand years without awakening.
Within his primordial spirit consciousness, he entered a world. The sky was empty, and the land was desolate, as if it were a place in the far west where the metal element was prevalent, and no vegetation grew.
"Hoo~ Hoo~"
"Wuwu~ Wuwu~"
The wind howled, whipping up layers of sand, obscuring the sky and earth, stretching endlessly.
The wind enveloped the world.
Amidst the sound of the wind, bell chimes began to ring at some point.
"Ding~ Ding~"
"Dang~ Dang~"
"Ding~ Ling~"
The sound of the wind blended with the bell chimes. In the dim and hazy world, small golden bell sounds could be heard everywhere. The light sounds vibrated, and wisps of ancient sonic incantations entered the divine soul, disturbing the primordial spirit.
Illusions materialized within the swirling sand and wind, and scenes of inner fear touched the depths of the soul.
Then, the golden bells vibrated, suddenly becoming profound. The bell sounds resonated through the primordial spirit, shaking the soul. Golden sonic waves swept through the Nine Heavens Wind Gale, and also ravaged the depths of the soul. The sonic path and the illusion path merged with the golden wind and wind paths, forming the power of the four paths within this treasure! It surged through the Great Void, and with the wind, it scattered ghostly souls.
The one hundred and eight golden bells gathered and dispersed. Between their convergence and dispersal was the imprinting of the divine soul. Dao inscriptions layered upon each other. Qing Ling infiltrated, refined, and controlled the one hundred and eight layers of treasure inscriptions bit by bit. Three thousand years of spring and winter passing by, he finally gained control of this bell.
Qing Ling still had not exited his seclusion. He had transformed from refining the Nine Yuan Heavy Water to directly consuming it. Drop by drop, the Nine Yuan Heavy Water fell into his dantian world, exploding and transforming into vast waves that rippled for ten thousand zhang.
However, Qing Ling's dantian was too vast, and the sea of spiritual power was too broad. After the Nine Yuan Heavy Water vibrated, it could only be assimilated by the sea of spiritual power and flow back, making the magic power in his dantian world even more immense.
Drop by drop, he bravely swallowed the Nine Yuan Heavy Water, which transformed into colossal spiritual energy to convert into dantian magic power. The Xuan Tian Vine within his body, nurtured by the boundless sea of spiritual power, gradually grew to three feet tall, growing both upwards and downwards, reaching for the heavens and descending into the nine netherworlds.
Time flowed leisurely, and no one could stop its passage. In the vast Primordial World, ten thousand years were but a fleeting moment. When the winds from the northern part of the Primordial World blew to the southern part, they were winds from over a hundred thousand years ago. When the sun star rose each day, the light that the Primordial World saw was the light of the great sun from thousands of years ago.
The Primordial World was boundless. Although the three tribes, with Buzhou Mountain as their symbol, claimed to have divided all of the Primordial World, they themselves could hardly estimate the vastness of their dominion.
The Myriad Races of the Primordial World was merely a representation; there were far more than ten thousand races. No one could state this precisely. Perhaps Hongjun, after merging with the Dao, could know, but he would not reveal it.
Between heaven and earth, there were various Great Daos and myriad minor Daos, which gradually converged and intertwined, giving birth to a Dao. This Dao provided great power, and was cultivated by all living beings in heaven and earth, into which consciousness was injected.
Beside Buzhou Mountain, on Mount Yu Jing, an old Daoist held a tattered jade disc, which guided this Dao, naming it: "Heavenly Dao." Below the Heavenly Dao were all sentient beings. Those who cultivated the Dao were called Immortals.
At this time, the Heavenly Dao was merely the Dao of Ancestor Hongjun. The supreme ancestors all had their own Daos, which were not weak, and therefore did not adhere to it.
But Hongjun did not mind. He silently cultivated within his Dao, drawing from the myriad Daos of heaven, earth, and all living beings. Any Dao could be integrated, forging the Heavenly Dao and its connection with heaven and earth.
In the far western heavens, there was Patriarch Luohu. He drew upon the resentment, anger, and ferocity of the three thousand divine demons towards Pangu, their unwillingness to submit, and their unyielding spirit. He introduced the malevolent intentions of the three thousand divine demons into the three thousand Great Daos, naming it: "Demonic Dao." Those who cultivated the Demonic Dao were called Demons.
The three tribes had their Daos. The Dragon had the Dragon Dao, and the Dragon tribe was the Dao. The Phoenix had the Phoenix Dao, and the Phoenix tribe was the Dao. the Qilin had the Qilin Dao, and the Qilin tribe was the Dao. Within each tribe, myriad members cultivated myriad Daos, and the Daos cultivated by myriad members formed the Daos of the three tribes.
Therefore, in this era, for the endless sentient beings, the three tribes represented the Dao, and the three tribes represented heaven and earth.
Whether it was Hongjun's Heavenly Dao or Luohu's Demonic Dao, they could not advance even a single step against the Daos of the three tribes.
In the course of time, endless life and death were all illusions. The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes, in this Yuan Hui, had all initiated the Hundred Yuan Sacred Sacrifice, the Myriad Races Sacred Sacrifice!
This was the only commonality among the three tribes. Regardless of Dragon, Phoenix, or Qilin, they all held the Myriad Races Sacred Sacrifice every hundred Yuan Hui.
As Qing Ling reached the end of his third Yuan Hui in the Primordial World, no tribe dared to invade Xi Shan after the Battle of the Ten Thousand Beasts. It was a rare period of peace, and the territory of Xi Shan, which had expanded fivefold, truly needed more and more clan members to fill it.
As the spring breeze blew, the sound of wind chimes echoed everywhere in Xi Shan. Across the vast land, all the snakes knew that the God of Spring had returned.