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Chapter 520: 309: Are you the Furnace Tripod of the Ghost Immortal?
Chapter 520: 309: Are you the Furnace Tripod of the Ghost Immortal?
Chapter 520: Chapter 309: Are you the Furnace Tripod of the Ghost Immortal?
“Weren’t you opposed to joining a sect?”
Dong Huang continued along Feng Qing’an’s line of thought, seemingly distracted by this simple phrase of his, and temporarily suppressed his craving for the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits.
“But they have the Da Luo inheritance!”
Feng Qing’an was not fully aware of the true meaning of the Da Luo inheritance, but he understood the simple and clear concept – the realm of Da Luo, towering above the Heavenly Immortals. Knowing this was enough.
“The Da Luo Inheritance?”
On hearing Feng Qing’an’s answer, Dong Huang let out a cold laugh,
“Among Heavenly Immortals and Dao Monarchs, those who achieve Da Luo are less than one in a hundred. If you’re choosing a sect based on the Da Luo inheritance, you might as well not. A sect with a Heavenly Immortal inheritance is enough.”
“The Heavenly Immortal is enough?”
“To seek the Dao, one should learn to walk before running, and can even rely on others at the start. Eventually, one must learn to tread their own path, carving their way through thick and thin. Only in this way, can one ascend to the top.”
The voice of the ruler of the You Huang Ghost Country was like the tolling of a huge bell, shaking one to the core.
“Walking my own path.”
Feng Qing’an appeared thoughtful.
“My father once told me, no Da Luo has ever been accomplished by following the paths trodden by others. If you aspire to become Da Luo, you must walk your own path.”
Dong Huang didn’t find Feng Qing’an’s lofty ambition to aim for Da Luo problematic. On the contrary, she felt it was normal. A person of distinction like Immortal Monarch Chun Yang reincarnated wouldn’t aim for anything less than Da Luo – immortality was already within his grasp.
“But I’m still a beginner, needing to learn by observing the paths tread by my predecessors. If I could refer to the Dao and laws of the Da Luo, I might be able to…”
“The Dao and laws of Da Luo, even to a Heavenly Immortal, are too rigorous. If you start learning their laws from the beginning, how will you transcend in the future? Would you like to live your whole life in the shadow of others?”
“…”
On hearing Dong Huang’s stern query, Feng Qing’an instantly understood and gained insight. He still needed some verification and thus asked Dong Huang,
“Did the sect you belonged to have Da Luo inheritance?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Eight.”
“Did you not choose any?”
“The Heavenly Immortal’s inheritance is enough.”
Upon Dong Huang repeating her previous words, Feng Qing’an finally grasped the full understanding.
Choosing to accept the Heavenly Immortal’s inheritance over the Da Luo’s reveals the great ambition of a cultivator. Eternal life could not satisfy such cultivators, their ultimate goal is the Dao of Da Luo, hence they would not walk a path opened by others, even if the said paths may be more straightforward and flatter.
“I understand now.”
“Good, where are you now?”
After the ruler of the You Huang Ghost Country pointed out the direction and named the problem for Feng Qing’an, his inquiry about Feng Qing’an’s location immediately put him on high alert.
Even though he was currently in a temporary and independent space formed by a small Qiankun formation laid out meticulously by these genius cultivators, if Dong Huang was determined to find him, she would eventually unearth him.
At this moment, Feng Qing’an suddenly came to understand the subtlety of the Soul Contract. He could find the spirits he had made a contract with at any time through the Soul Contract, but neither Black Mountain nor Sen Miao could find him unless he gave his permission.
However, Dong Huang’s cultivation was too high, and there was a soul connection between them, it was highly likely she could ignore these limitations and determine his whereabouts directly.
“I am currently with many geniuses from different Taoist sects, so it’s inconvenient.”
Feng Qing’an racked his brains for a plausible excuse.
Although he had recovered somewhat, at least his legs no longer trembled, it was absurd to think he would go into battle in his current state. Previously with his full strength, he was barely holding on, now he would crumble at the slightest touch.
It’s not just a matter of physical exhaustion, but also an indescribable sense of defeat, a dual torture of body and mind. Although the experience was indeed bitter-sweet, it couldn’t hide the fact that he had been trampled on, something Feng Qing’an couldn’t accept.
“When will it be convenient?”
Dong Huang asked bluntly as she had figured out Feng Qing’an. She had genuinely felt the marvelousness of the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits after a thorough understanding of it.
Even though she was steadfast in her Daoist Heart, she found it hard to suppress her desires. This was an opportunity for potential enhancement without any cost or side effects, who could resist?
Just a single time was enough for Dong Huang to feel that the part of her Innate Yin Spirit origin that had been separated and given to her younger sister Nan Ge, was about to be restored completely. A few more times, she would be complete, turned into a perfect Innate Yin Spirit.
This is what she had been tirelessly striving for and losing sleep over hundreds of years since her transformation through the Innate Spiritual Object. Once her origin was complete, her biggest obstacle on her journey will completely disappear. Even though she was a Yin Spirit, she was confident about her transcendence.
Furthermore, Dong Huang could sense that the essence of Innate Yin Spirit origin she had drawn from Feng Qing’an, which filled her incomplete Innate Yin Spirit origin, was far superior to her origin. When her origin was restored, she would probably have a rebirth-like transformation and possibly break away from the shackles of Yin Spirit.
“They are going to explore a secret realm, and I plan to go with them. We’ll discuss this when I get back!”
Feng Qing’an believed he was justified. He had to fight for some respite for his brothers. What’s more, he was currently in ‘saintly mode’, lacking in enthusiasm.
Even when looking at the female geniuses present, he was able to appreciate their beauty in a purely aesthetic sense, with no evil thoughts present.