Chapter 994: Fallen Immortal Realm
Amidst the golden light of the collapsing formations that filled the sky, Jiang Ding walked into the royal palace.
As far as he could see, within the scope of his sight, all the orderly blood-gold lines symbolizing man-made objects in the Royal Court's blessed land had disappeared and been chopped off, including various formations used to verify the Royal Court's bloodline.
This secret realm has returned to its original undefended state, and there is no need to do anything else.
Jiang Ding exited from this state, and the blood-gold net in his eyes disappeared, turning back to black and white again.
"The Blessed Land of the Royal Court..."
Jiang Ding wandered in the secret realm, unfolding his spiritual consciousness and visiting everywhere.
There are many formations arranged here, not only offensive and defensive ones, but also quite automated alchemy formations.
This formation can produce the Infant Transformation Pill every thousand years that makes the Golden elixir monks go crazy. This should have been built by Shuoyang Tianjun who spent a lot of effort on the world's alchemy inheritance, the alchemy master, and the formation master.
After building this alchemy formation, those alchemy masters and formation masters naturally died.
From Jiang Ding's perspective, this automated alchemy formation was barely adequate. The function was achieved, but the waste was quite large. At least 80% of the medicinal effect was wasted.
The surrounding elixir garden is well built. After nearly ten thousand years of continuous cultivation, fourth-level elixirs are common, and fifth-level elixirs can occasionally be seen.
As long as it is modified and adjusted, it can be used as the main elixir garden of Tushan Atrium, where many rare elixirs can be cultivated.
In the elixir garden and the center of the automated alchemy formation, Jiang Ding saw a name.
"God Transformation Pill!"
"Shuoyang Tianjun's obsession with the continuation of the bloodline is really stubborn..."
Jiang Ding was speechless.
The ultimate goal of this automated alchemy formation should be to cultivate a 'god-transforming pill' that can help peak Nascent Soul monks break through the god-transformation stage through the inheritance of 'water refining pill method' over ten thousand years. , it takes ten thousand years to become one, giving your descendants some hope of breaking through to the stage of divine transformation.
It takes ten thousand years to make one, and it requires continuous investment of a large number of spiritual stones, heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and elixirs for ten thousand years.
Horribly inefficient.
Calculating the time, it is almost ten thousand years now. There should be a magic pill here.
However, it didn't.
Instead, there was a drop of black blood, full of medicinal fragrance, exuding a strong fragrance, making people feel a strong desire.
This drop of black blood seemed to exude countless wails, and the faces of men and women could be vaguely seen struggling and crying. Their faces were somewhat similar to those of Yin Daozhenjun and others.
This thing is supposed to prolong life, but it has serious consequences.
It should be the work of Ten Thousand Spiders Tianjun, who modified the formation here.
"Shuoyang Tianjun, you really gave birth to a great son."
Jiang Ding shook his head.
The family system is like this. It is passed down from generation to generation, and there is no competition. The chance of a prodigal son is almost 100%.
This is the inherent inertia of human beings. They want to lie flat, want to get something for nothing, want to rely on the strong to bully the weak, and just don’t want to work hard.
If you give birth to a prodigal son for several generations, no matter how strict and perfect your system is, taking everything into account, it will be useless, and everything will eventually fall.
Keng!
Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed through it, shattering the automated alchemy formation.
This formation is too inefficient and wasteful.
In addition to being stable and useless, it will always absorb the aura and earth energy of the Royal Court Blessed Land, as well as the medicinal energy of many rare elixirs to refine elixirs, affecting the growth of elixirs.
Jiang Ding walked around for a while, at Lianbao Mountain, Alchemy Tower and other places, to satisfy his childhood fantasies about the blessed land of Wangting. At that time, he thought about coming here, but later gave up because of the risks.
Finally, Jiang Ding came to the Sutra Collection Tower.
Here are gathered the various inheritances of the major families in Beiyuan, as well as the inheritances of many sects before the Beiyuan family era, such as the Luoxu Sect and the Liudao Sect.
Shuoyang Tianjun has considered everything and made backups for his descendants. If there is any loss from the outside world, it can be made up from here, and the inheritance will not be lost.
Originally, there were various formations for identifying bloodlines here. You must have a direct bloodline to enter, otherwise you will be killed by the formations.
However, now all defense, self-destruction, and killing formations have disappeared, allowing others to walk into them.
Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness unfolded and divided into tens of thousands. He read the jade slips one by one at an extremely fast speed. Hundreds of thousands of books were read almost in the blink of an eye.
Many of the Jade Slips on the exercises were repeated, and they were included in the collections of books presented by major families in Beiyuan, and he had read them before.
Jiang Ding has always maintained the habit of reading since he began to practice Taoism.
In Xianmen, you can read various exercises, literature, and the latest research results of Xianmen in Xianmen Library.
I have been reading Beiyuan's collection of books since I was in Beiyuan, and I have never slacked off. The amount of knowledge about immortality far exceeds that of many immortal sects.
This gave him a profound foundation of immortality. With some spells and formations, as long as he wanted to, he could create a set of inheritance with similar functions in minutes, which could be used for the inheritance of Nascent Soul-level sects.
Soon, a pile of books that he had never read were placed in front of Jiang Dingshen, forming a small mountain.
Jiang Ding's consciousness unfolded, and jade slips, jade stones, animal skins, and slate books surrounded him. Like dancing butterflies, they were being read and thought about bit by bit.
January, February, March...
Time passes silently, little by little.
This is not about entering information, but a process of enjoying reading, relaxing and entertaining.
With the extension of his life span, Jiang Ding gradually began to adapt to the time rhythm of long-lived species. When it is not necessary, he no longer races against time. He can spend several years doing something he likes without pursuing any meaning.
Of course, no matter what, practice can still proceed as usual, just use part of the soul's calculation power to carry out it.
During this period, the leader of the Nong Sect, Chun Sanwa, came here with a large number of Nascent Soul Master and Jin Dan Master.
They bowed respectfully in this direction, not daring to disturb them, and quietly began to transplant and maintain the elixirs in the royal palace, so that these rare elixirs that had lacked careful maintenance for a long time could be reborn, promote branches to tiller, and bear fruit.
Over the past many years, many alien spiritual insects have been born in the elixir garden, which has caused considerable damage to the yield of elixirs and is very troublesome to deal with.
However, True Monarch Great Love liked this very much. He took the initiative to ask Ying to deal with it and purchased these alien spiritual insects at a very favorable price.
Before you know it, a year has passed.
The last animal skin surrounding Jiang Ding fell and flew back to the bookshelf where it was originally.
"Great harvest."
"I gained a lot of knowledge that I didn't know before, about this small world."
Jiang Ding closed his eyes and opened them again, with a lot of brilliance in his eyes: "In this world, many thousands of years ago, when monks at the peak of the Transformation God were still born, before the boundary wall was completely broken, it was possible to ascend... Ascension To the upper realm.”
"A monk at the peak of becoming a god may not necessarily be able to ascend to the upper world, but this possibility exists."
"The upper bound, the name of the upper bound is,"
"The World of Fallen Immortals."
(End of chapter)