The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1220 - 523 This is a Serious Game, No Flirting! (Thanks to Alliance Hierarch Please Put Down the Bowl for the reward!)

Chapter 1220: Chapter 523 This is a Serious Game, No Flirting! (Thanks to Alliance Hierarch Please Put Down the Bowl for the reward!)

Chen Kangbao took out a bun from his bosom and placed it in front of each and every skeleton.

He had brought a lot of buns, and it took him a full seven or eight minutes to lay them all out.

However, as he looked at the rest of the white, withered skeletons, a pained expression appeared on his face.

"Young master, the buns I brought aren’t enough, not enough for all of them."

Qi Yuan’s expression remained calm, "I have brought quite a few vegetables; you can cook them."

As he spoke, various vegetables, ribs, and grains flew out of his storage magical artifact.

When he played the role of Kitchen Knife, he had prepared many ingredients.

Chen Kangbao hurriedly started cooking.

The rest of the Soldier Commanders all gazed at the words on the ground, sometimes falling into deep thought, sometimes murmuring to themselves.

However, these were after all simple texts, and the disaster that wiped out the world seemed too distant for them to relate to.

Additionally, without appropriate background music to set the mood, they couldn’t truly empathize.

Only the Scholar in a Confucian Robe, whose brother died here, appeared extremely sorrowful.

"How could the world have fallen... How could such a danger have befallen the world beyond... Why has no one informed us?" Tu Sihai said with a look of amazement on his face.

"If the records above are true, the Qingshan Realm... might really be in jeopardy!" the blind old man’s voice was hoarse.

After all, according to the records, this place gathered nearly three hundred thousand of Qingshan Realm’s Heaven Pride Artificers, including Divine Grade Artificers, all for the purpose of melting down Heavenly Origin, drawing the gaze of the gods to transform it into fragments of the Wondrous Treasure of Light, to fight against the darkness.

"Three hundred thousand people went into hiding, and yet there’s practically no significant rumor about them in the world... I admire these people," the seductive woman said.

Originally, when they entered the Underground Palace, they had hopes for some gains.

Looking around now, only the word "desolate" came to mind.

Apart from the bones, various magic artifacts and materials had lost their spirit, indistinguishable from assorted rubbish.

It could be said there was nothing of value in the Underground Palace.

If there was anything valuable, perhaps...

"Is Heavenly Origin the object they were forging?" the elder of the Black Fiend brothers asked in a deep voice. "So many Artificers gathered together, decades of effort, plenty of Divine Artifacts could have been crafted, and yet... the Heavenly Origin still failed to be forged. In the end, it could only devour the flesh and blood of three hundred thousand Artificers, along with everything in the Underground Palace. Just what kind of terrifying existence is this Heavenly Origin?"

"That’s bad, could the Heavenly Origin devour us if we barge in?" Wang Dao’s face showed a look of horror.

After all, even Divine Grade Artificers had been devoured to death; it was obvious what their fate would be if they rushed in recklessly.

"According to the records, Heavenly Origin should have already finished its devouring... We shouldn’t have to worry, but... did they succeed?" Tu Sihai wondered aloud.

These Artificers came to this Mystic Domain, forging the Heavenly Origin day and night, in hopes of attracting godly attention that would bring forth light.

"It must have failed," the Scholar in a Confucian Robe said with a hoarse voice. "If they had been successful, the people of the Guangyao Society would have long since come here and taken the Heavenly Origin away.

Now, the Mystic Domain has remained sealed until today, untouched, which indicates... Heavenly Origin did not attract the sympathy of the gods, nor did it transform into a fragment of the Wondrous Treasure of Light."

In Shiwan Mountain wilderness, establishing the Mystic Domain and attracting all talented Artificers in the realm, the Guangyao Society would have surely kept a constant watch on the progress here.

Once it succeeded, they would not have allowed a fragment of the Wondrous Treasure of Light to remain sealed here; they definitely would have taken it beyond the heavens.

Looking at it now, the Mystic Domain lying still and seemingly forgotten, it is evident that even after feeding the Heavenly Origin the flesh and blood of three hundred thousand Artificers, they still ultimately failed.

"If they failed, where is the Heavenly Origin now?"

The present Soldier Commanders felt some trepidation.

One wouldn’t want to accidentally forge a world-shocking evil weapon!

Currently, the Underground Palace was a wasteland, where the most valuable thing, presumably, was that so-called Heavenly Origin.

Swallowing many Divine Artifacts, along with the flesh and blood of three hundred thousand Artificers, it must have... transcended Divine Artifacts, right?

Such a terrifying existence, yet it still failed to attract the gaze of the gods or transform into a fragment of the Wondrous Treasure of Light.

The legendary Wondrous Treasure of Light, what kind of precious object could that be?

"Mr. Qi, I wish to go look for my elder brother, I take my leave." The Scholar in a Confian Robe bowed and made a salutation, his figure moving deeper into the Underground Palace.

Along the way, white bones lined the path, all buried in deep and ancient forests.

A heart-stirring sight, a melancholy, secluded valley.

At last, he stopped on a set of steps where there was a skeleton, which in its posture seemed to have been sitting lazily basking in the sun before its death.

Upon seeing this skeleton, the Scholar in a Confucian Robe knew he had found his elder brother.

"Big brother..."

The Scholar in a Confucian Robe’s voice choked with emotion.

Although, since his elder brother had disappeared, he had had his suspicions, seeing his elder brother’s bones still filled his heart with grief.

The elder brother was the legitimate son of the family, unrestrained and carefree, fond of fine clothes and spirited horses, and roamed the Martial World.

Their father had always worried, questioning how with such a temperament, the elder brother could shoulder the responsibility and burdens of the family?

The elder brother going to the Mystic Domain had also been a surprise to the Scholar in a Confucian Robe.

His gaze fell on the elder brother’s skeletal hands, where through the gaps between the bones he could see words carved on the steps behind.

"If posterity reads these words, I wish to bestow upon them a forging technique, only asking the reader to go to the Heavenly Fragrance Courtyard in the Capital of Shang Country and help Oiran redeem herself. My gratitude will be eternal."

Few words, and yet the Scholar in a Confucian Robe’s eyes brimmed with sorrow.

This text was in his elder brother’s style.

When his elder brother was young, he was unrestrained, his favorite pastime was spending time with courtesans listening to music.

He fell in love with an Oiran named An Xiang and wanted to redeem her and bring her home to marry, which his father had vehemently opposed.

This had caused his elder brother’s relationship with their father to become very tense.

He reached out his hand, wanting to touch his elder brother’s bones.

Yet, upon contact, the bones turned to dust in that instant.

The traces of his elder brother’s existence vanished like smoke.

The movement of the Scholar in a Confucian Robe’s hand paused, his voice filled with melancholy.