The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 787 - 348 The Secrets of Vault Star, Land of the End_2

Chapter 787: Chapter 348 The Secrets of Vault Star, Land of the End_2

Just take, for example, Venerable Shenlei, that Old Man, once contemplated the divine thunder of the "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder" and later even the South Pole Emperor Changsheng, one of the Six Rulers.

Such a foundation can truly be said to look down upon all the heavens.

Not to mention, this kind of contemplation is not without aim.

The energy consumed by the Contemplation Method is the mysterious energy from the ancient clan’s relics.

That relic has an astonishing origin.

The Yin God Venerable can only be considered malnourished, having to take the Divine Realm Fairy Liquid, that is, the robust and gentle oral elixir, to barely develop normally, to open up the Divine Realm and be considered a normal child.

Well, though Goldfinch has the strength of a Venerable, in that world, she is... um, a minor? Or perhaps, just coming of age.

At this moment, Qi Yuan introspected and saw 4752 Divine Children floating in his inner world, extremely serene.

They were like fragile babies, or perhaps embryos.

But Qi Yuan knew that any one of them coming out could turn the Vault Star upside down.

"It seems I need to find some hosts for them, to nurture them to life."

Qi Yuan murmured.

If in this world, each of his Divine Children were nurtured and stepped into the Sun God Realm.

How terrifying would that be?

Would he even need to fight himself?

Just offer up the Divine Child, and four thousand Sun Gods appear on the scene together.

Are you the Sun God of Taihuang Palace?

Are you a great calamity?

Are you a Sun God of the Mo Luo Clan?

Qi Yuan had a long memory, and these three great enemies were currently noted in his little book.

"In the Ancestor of Bloodline’s world, there are over a hundred... corpses.

Well, as the saying goes, ’Scattered flowers are not heartless things; they turn into spring mud to protect the blossoms.’

Your descendants attacked me in the guise of the Demon Clan.

Shouldn’t you atone for your offspring’s sins? Just use them to nurture... my Divine Children."

Qi Yuan closed his eyes.

At this moment, in an unknown world, wherever there lay bones and broken bodies, blood light flickered over them.

Qi Yuan was locating.

His blood, the remnants of the Innate Primordial Chaos Seed, were all coordinates for location.

He wanted to send his Divine Children there.

Those bones were a great supplement, perfect for nurturing the Soul.

Countless Spiritual Power was released, and even the sun in the sky seemed to flicker for a moment. Qi Yuan exerted all his strength to send the Divine Children over.

This kind of sending resembled smuggling.

But even so, the resistance was great, and Qi Yuan’s Spiritual Power was continuously being drained.

"No good, the resistance is too strong, and my Spiritual Power is insufficient."

Qi Yuan was rarely serious.

At this time, he must seek help from his wife.

"Goldfinch, lend me some Spiritual Power!" At this moment, Qi Yuan was especially grateful that Goldfinch was by his side.

At the same time, he also felt that living off a woman was truly delightful.

Especially off someone as stunning as Goldfinch.

"My lord, your servant is here." Ningtuo arrived in a black gauze dress, her exquisite figure faintly visible through the fabric.

Upon her arrival, she didn’t flirt or banter, but her warm lips landed directly on Qi Yuan’s mouth.

The vast Spiritual Power continuously poured in at this moment.

Qi Yuan felt spirited, no longer weak in the kidneys.

The surging Spiritual Power continually dragged the Divine Children, smuggling them to that special world.

"Finally... one succeeded, another one to go!"

Ningtuo’s eyes revealed a happy expression, seeming to find helping Qi Yuan resolve his problems to be an extremely joyous thing.

...

The black sea stretched out for tens of thousands of miles, unknown.

This place was dead silent.

From time to time, one could see broken wooden debris or tattered robes.

However, even the scavengers would probably be too lazy to come here for this level of trash.

At this moment, above the black sea water, ripples suddenly appeared.

Following the waves backward, a kilometer away, a bronze ship was sailing slowly.

The design of the bronze boat was quite peculiar.

At the bow, there was something resembling a large cannon.

The cannon’s muzzle was encrusted with layers of copper rust, bearing the spotty signs of countless years.

On the bronze boat, there were also five iron chairs, each beside a fishing rod.

However, the fishermen had long since disappeared.

And the fishing lines from the rods were still dangling into the black sea.

Following the lines through the surface of the water, if one looked further in, they would find... at the end of the fishing lines were... five dried corpses!

No, not corpses, but alive.

At this moment, the desiccated bodies caught by the fishing lines moved their lips.

"The space fluctuations are becoming more frequent, it seems... the Morning Chorus has come early again, I’m afraid... it won’t be three thousand years before everything... reaches its end."

The one speaking was a serpent creature, its body shriveled, with a vertical pupil in the middle of its head.

However, this vertical pupil seemed as though it had been stripped away by someone.

"Only three thousand years left?" A round creature, much like an oversized bird egg, spoke with a sigh in its voice.

"Dongjun restarted over and over again, offering a glimmer of hope to the world, but in the end... he still couldn’t prevent the Morning Chorus?"

"What a pity that Dongjun, deeply committed, guards this silent world alone, yet unable to awaken that one."

"Endless illusion, endless fantasy, all to construct one truth."

In the deep sea, the voices of these five who dangled from fishing lines were quite desolate.

"Alright, such matters are beyond us Minor Martial Lords; let’s talk about something more interesting."

"Speaking of which, for some reason, just now, I suddenly sensed my arch enemy’s presence. Strange, it had already been missing for thirty thousand years; how could its presence suddenly reappear?" the serpent creature wondered, speaking with a puzzled expression.

"Oh? Just now, this Venerable also seemed to smell an unusual aura."

"Could it be that something has changed?"

"I don’t know." The creature as rotund as an egg shook its head, yet when it shook its head, it seemed as though its whole body swayed.

"Qianyu Martial Lord, I heard that a slightly talented offspring of yours appeared within the Mountain and Sea Scrolls?" the serpent creature looked towards the egg-like creature.

This world was known to all Martial Lords as the Land of Origin.

The Land of Origin is the source of all beginnings.

All beings, all civilizations, were born from the Land of Origin.

However, a great war destroyed the Land of Origin.

All beings fell.

The Land of Origin then became a dead land.

Lost in the river of time, unknown to all.

All Martial Lords were trapped within it, unable to be freed, their true names unknown to anyone.

Legends say that Dongjun’s most beloved had also fallen in that war.

Dongjun, in order to revive the Land of Origin and to see his spouse once more, took up the brush of the Mountain and Sea, created the Mountain and Sea Scrolls, pooled the power of the world’s Martial Lords, and unfolded an infinite number of worlds.

Moreover, in the Land of the End, he gathered those destined, making the periphery of the Land of Origin their stronghold. These destined ones were known by them as Bloodline Bearers.

These Bloodline Bearers entered into the Mountain and Sea Scrolls, completing various quests.

All this was to rejuvenate the Land of Origin and set it back on a normal course.

The Land of Origin is the beginning; a deadly, silent land with an inevitable conclusion;

The Mountain and Sea Scrolls is the past; it’s history, but also holds an endless future;

The Land of the End, however, is the present and also the future, and it represents death.

Dongjun’s goal was to find a perfect timeline within the Mountain and Sea Scrolls, to reshape the past, present, and future.

But the time left for them wasn’t much; according to the ancient information passed down, when the Morning Chorus sounded once again, the Land of Origin, the Land of the End, and the Mountain and Sea Scrolls would collapse in an instant.

Of course, all of this was mere rumor, the actual truth, who could clarify?

After all, considerations of time and space are not for these Martial Lords.

They only need to follow Dongjun’s plans and carry them out.

In the initial battle, these Martial Lords were merely on the periphery.

The chubby creature nodded: "Hmm, the talent is not bad, seems to have reached the Martial Spirit Realm, which is rare."

"With some cultivation, he could become a Martial King. If the Morning Chorus can be avoided, you might use him to breed, to spread your branches." The serpent creature said enviously.

For these Ancestors of Bloodline, apart from themselves, offspring and descendents were embedded in their instincts.

The strength of an Ancestor of Bloodline depended not only on themselves but also on the prosperity of their progeny.

"The Martial King Realm is just average, but if he could step into the Realm of Martial Lord, then he’d be qualified to be a Second-Generation Ancestor.

However, to step into the Realm of Martial Lord, my realm must improve, the Bloodline must transition to assist his ascension.

But now we can hardly protect ourselves; where again would a mirror break, and he has no chance for Bloodline Transition to step into the Realm of Martial Lord." Fat Egg lamented.