351: The Imperial Seals of the Ten Great Dynasties! The Nascent Soul is complete!

Chapter 348: The Imperial Seals of the Ten Great Dynasties! Nascent Soul Perfection!

Deep within the vast mountain ranges, thousands of miles away.

In a small mountain range perpetually shrouded in clouds and mist, the only sound was the mournful whisper of the wind sweeping through the forest.

Two disheveled figures lay sprawled on the greenish-blue rocks.

Wind Yao, dressed in plain white robes stained with dust, had fallen unconscious.

Next to her, Cang Mingtian half-lay in a pile of shattered rocks, blood gushing from his face, forming a tragic scene.

“Speak quickly, where did you get this thing from!”

Lu Xuan’s oppressive voice suddenly cut through the deathly silence. His distinctively jointed right hand clutched a golden-yellow imperial seal tightly.

In his eyes, dark as ink, burned a nearly insane, fiery glow, as if intending to incinerate everything before him.

Lu Xuan’s sudden emotional change caused the severely injured Cang Mingtian’s pupils to contract sharply.

He stared blankly for a moment, looking at this unfamiliar chief deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The Golden Core pressure emanating from Lu Xuan at this moment enveloped the surroundings as if it were a tangible substance.

Waves of shock surged in Cang Mingtian’s heart.

He racked his brain but could not have imagined that this chief deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall was such a powerful Golden Core expert.

One must know that a Cultivator at the Golden Core Realm, even in the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect, was sufficient to serve as an Elder.

Yet Lu Xuan was merely a deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall!

Such cunning and hidden means were truly chilling.

Unimaginable pain assailed Cang Mingtian in waves, yet he stubbornly propped up his body.

He used his blood-stained hands to support himself on the ground, exerting all his strength to stand up.

Cang Mingtian forcibly swallowed the metallic sweetness that rose in his throat, then answered Lu Xuan’s question in a clear voice.

“Replying… replying, Deacon Sir, this is the imperial seal passed down through generations in my Canglan Dynasty.”

He paused, his gaze falling upon the imperial seal that glowed brilliantly in Lu Xuan’s hand, memories surging like a tide.

“Originally, it was just an ordinary jade seal with exquisite carving in the eyes of ordinary people, until that day, when this Disciple suffered a backlash during cultivation, and his vital blood dripped onto the imperial seal…”

At this point, Cang Mingtian’s expression was complex.

“Who would have thought that the imperial seal would madly absorb vital blood like a living thing?”

As he spoke, Cang Mingtian suddenly raised his hand excitedly, but due to pulling on his wound, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He haphazardly wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth with his blood-stained sleeve, a morbid fanaticism appearing in his eyes: “After noticing the anomaly, I immediately brought out ten death row prisoners from the Heavenly Prison overnight.”

“When their blood splattered on the imperial seal…” He suddenly let out a sigh, “Alas, it’s a pity that not even a single pattern on the imperial seal moved!”

“Only then did I understand that these people’s vital blood could not affect the imperial seal.”

At this point, Cang Mingtian suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

“Therefore, I ordered the extraction of imperial family Bloodlines, from three-year-old children to elderly Elders, each person had to offer a bit of vital blood!”

Finally, Cang Mingtian pointed to the imperial seal, “Until the imperial seal completely stopped devouring, and golden light soared into the sky around it…”

“It then transformed into its current appearance, surrounded by mysterious golden light.”

Lu Xuan lowered his gaze, staring at the imperial seal with golden light flowing in his palm, his fingertips caressing the patterns on it, a deep, unfathomable dark glint surging in the depths of his eyes: “Is that so?”

He suddenly looked up, the veins on his right hand, which held the imperial seal, bulging, as if he feared this supreme treasure would transform into a streak of light and escape at any moment.

“Does this ancestral imperial seal of yours have an original place of Origin?”

Cang Mingtian’s half-open pupils suddenly contracted, his blood-stained lips moved several times before he squeezed out a sound: “The very beginning?”

The mountain wind rustled Cang Mingtian’s tattered sleeves, and his memories fell into the yellowed records of the imperial family’s ancient texts.

“According to my clan’s secret records, this item was originally a token used by the founding emperor of the Swallowing Sun Dynasty to enfeoff the ten great feudal lords. Each feudal lord held one, symbolizing…”

His voice abruptly ceased.

Both of them froze in place simultaneously.

Lu Xuan gazed at the faint Aura flickering on the surface of the imperial seal, and Cang Mingtian did the same.

A terrifying conjecture formed in both their minds at the same time.

Could it be…

Within the mundane dynasties controlled by the Ten Great Sects, did every seemingly ordinary imperial seal of the nation hide a secret capable of overturning the cultivation world?

If the imperial seals of the Ten Great Dynasties were all so unfathomable.

Then wouldn’t the Swallowing Sun Dynasty, being the largest, possess an even more powerful imperial seal?

“Very good!” Before Lu Xuan’s words had even finished, the Golden Core pressure around him suddenly transformed into a streak of light, vanishing in the blink of an eye into the cloud-shrouded mountain path.

Cang Mingtian struggled to lift his head, looking at Lu Xuan’s disappearing back.

That immense Opportunity, which should have been his, had just vanished before his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and propped himself up, his blood-stained fingernails digging deep into his palm: “Alas, this is fate…”

But soon, Cang Mingtian suddenly lowered his head and chuckled, the laughter overflowing from his chest carrying the madness of someone who had escaped a great calamity.

An eerie golden light rose in his eyes—that was the ancient Cultivation Technique he had obtained from the imperial seal.

Each Cultivation Technique was poured into Cang Mingtian’s mind.

However, what Cang Mingtian didn’t know was that.

Even if Lu Xuan knew about the ancient Cultivation Technique within the imperial seal, he wouldn’t care in the slightest.

With the existence of the augmentation System, even the simplest Qi Refinement technique, Lu Xuan could still deduce it to an unimaginable height.

Again, in a small mountain range several thousand miles away, Lu Xuan casually opened up a hidden cave.

Inside the cave, a blue spiritual light flowed incessantly in Lu Xuan’s palm, instantly tearing open an abstruse rift about a zhang wide on the cliff face.

The incredibly sturdy mountain rock surged and reorganized like a living creature, instantly forming a hidden cave dwelling that isolated the outside world.

Outside the cave, vines intertwined with the spiritual energy set up by Lu Xuan, meticulously covering all traces.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Second Reincarnation)

Realm: Golden Core (Late Stage)

Cultivation Technique: Canghai Bibo Technique 6/9

Points: 20000

Detected the power of the Origin of heaven and earth. Please confirm if the host wishes to extract.

“This is truly an unexpected surprise!”

Lu Xuan caressed the warm imperial seal in his hand, golden light flowing through his fingers, casting dazzling light and shadow on the cave walls.

Originally, Lu Xuan had thought he would cultivate in this Red Dust World for a long time.

At least, it would be many times slower than the previous Red Dust World.

Unexpectedly, this simple Sect mission outside had led him to such a great Opportunity.

With this imperial seal, comparable to an Immortal Artifact, Lu Xuan could guarantee that.

It wouldn’t take too long for him to transcend this Red Dust World.

His training would be complete, and his Divine Soul would return to the Tianwu World.

Thinking of this, Lu Xuan’s Aura suddenly surged, and gravel scattered from the cave walls.

“Extract!”

Outside the cave, dusk deepened, and as the clouds surged, a dozen streaks of light seemed to appear faintly.

Lu Xuan sat cross-legged amidst the golden light emanating from the imperial seal, spiritual energy wildly converging around him.

A transformation capable of shaking heaven and earth was quietly brewing in this unknown mountain cave.

Above the sky outside the cave, dark clouds surged like crimson magma, and several streaks of crimson light tore through the sky.

Five or six Cultivators, clad in crimson cloud-patterned brocade robes, stood on their swords, the flame totems engraved on their gilded waist tokens flickering with light in the wind.

“Strange!”

“Which Golden Core Realm Cultivator dares to cause trouble in my Liuyan Valley’s territory?”

These patrolling Disciples of Liuyan Valley had been ordered by several Elders to find the Golden Core Realm Cultivator who had caused trouble in Yangming City.

It turned out that after the Qi Refinement Stage Disciples stationed in Yangming City discovered the celestial phenomenon caused by Lu Xuan,

A spirit bird carried this news, instantly transmitting it back to Liuyan Valley.

Upon learning that an unfamiliar Golden Core Realm Cultivator was causing trouble right at their doorstep, the Valley Master of Liuyan Valley was greatly enraged.

With a command from the Valley Master of Liuyan Valley, six Golden Core Realm Elders were dispatched.

These Golden Core Realm experts, who usually guarded the valley, left Liuyan Valley and headed straight for Yangming City.

They vowed to tear the uninvited guest who dared to challenge Liuyan Valley’s authority into ten thousand pieces.

And then use him to deter other petty villains.

As early as three hundred years ago, Liuyan Valley had announced to the world that.

Any Golden Core Cultivator entering their sphere of influence must report in advance.

If anyone dared to cause trouble without permission, Liuyan Valley would certainly let the entire cultivation world witness.

What true thunderous means were.

At this moment, several crimson long rainbows streaked across the sky, and wherever they passed, the clouds turned into a sea of fire.

“Let’s go, back to Yangming City.”

“Several Elders have discovered the identity of that Golden Core Realm Cultivator.”

“It’s spiritual power from the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect.”

“We must immediately report back to the Valley Master.”

…

A month later.

Inside the Imperial Palace Hall of the Holy Fire Dynasty.

In the magnificent palace, candlelight flickered, illuminating the pillars adorned with carved dragons and painted phoenixes.

Wafts of incense lingered in the air, making the entire hall appear dreamlike.

Upon the dragon throne sat a man in his forties—the Emperor of the Holy Fire Dynasty.

He wore a bright yellow dragon robe, and though he was middle-aged, his brows still exuded the majestic Aura of an emperor who commanded respect without needing to show anger.

At this moment, he leaned lazily against the back of the dragon throne, his gaze idly sweeping over the palace maids dancing gracefully in the hall.

On his left and right sides, each leaned a peerless beauty.

The woman on the left wore a light pink gauze palace dress, her skin like congealed fat.

Her slender, jade-like fingers gently massaged the Emperor’s shoulders and neck.

The pressure of her fingertips was just right, causing Xiao Tianyin to squint his eyes slightly, his expression one of contentment.

The beauty on the right, holding a golden goblet, gently offered a cup of fine wine to the Emperor’s lips, her crimson lips slightly parted, her voice soft and alluring: “Your Majesty… please drink.”

Xiao Tianyin chuckled softly, raising his hand to caress the beauty’s delicate cheek, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

“Good, it’s rare for my two beloved concubines to be so concerned about me today.”

The Holy Fire Emperor slowly drank the wine, his gaze lazily sweeping towards the palace gate.

However, the moment his gaze swept past the outside of the hall, his body suddenly trembled.

The wine he had just drunk instantly splattered onto the ground, splashing a crimson stain on the polished golden bricks.

“You… who are you?”

The Holy Fire Emperor’s voice carried suppressed fury, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

“Didn’t I say that no one was allowed to disturb me today?”

“Those dog servants, how dare they take my words as wind in their ears?”

Outside the palace gate, a middle-aged man in a black robe slowly walked in.

His face was ordinary, his figure thin, and he wore neither a guard’s armor nor a courtier’s official robes, as if he were just an ordinary person who had mistakenly entered the imperial palace.

Yet, with every step he took, the air in the hall seemed to solidify a little more.

“You are incredibly audacious!!!”

The next moment, the Holy Fire Emperor could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and roared, his voice like thunder exploding.

The palace maids dancing below instantly paled, falling to their knees, their breathing even ceasing.

His two beloved concubines by his side trembled, their wine goblets frozen in mid-air, not daring to move an inch.

But the black-robed man remained silent, his steps unbroken, not even raising his eyes to look at the emperor on the dragon throne.

“Guards!!” The Holy Fire Emperor was enraged, suddenly slamming the table and rising, the imperial desk shaking, cups and goblets overturning.

“Drag this audacious madman out—and behead him!!”

However, outside the palace, it was eerily silent, with no one responding.

Only the footsteps of the black-robed man echoed clearly in the empty hall.

The black-robed man was none other than Lu Xuan, who had been in seclusion for a month!

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Second Reincarnation)

Realm: Nascent Soul (Perfected)

Cultivation Technique: Canghai Bibo Technique 10/9

Points: 900,000

After refining that Immortal Artifact, Lu Xuan only obtained 2 million System points.

This was many times less than the Immortal Artifacts in the Tianwu World.

However, the power of this world was far inferior to that of the Tianwu World, so the power contained within that Immortal Artifact was naturally much weaker.

After obtaining 2 million System points, plus the previous 20,000 points, he had a total of 2.02 million System points.

And Lu Xuan used a full 1.12 million System points to deduce the “Canghai Bibo Technique” to the 10th level.

The candlelight in the palace suddenly flickered, and everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

Lu Xuan’s figure had already appeared like a ghost before the imperial desk.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes stirring without wind, his cold gaze looking down at the Holy Fire Emperor, his voice as biting as frost: “The imperial seal… where is it?”

As soon as his voice fell, an invisible pressure suddenly enveloped the entire hall, and even the air seemed to solidify at that moment.

The palace maids trembled, not daring to raise their heads.

And the two concubines turned pale, their delicate bodies trembling slightly, almost collapsing to the ground.

Lu Xuan’s expression was indifferent, and he continued: “Next, do as I command, and your lives will be spared.”

The Holy Fire Emperor was first stunned, then erupted in rage.

As the dignified ruler of a nation, when had he ever been so scorned by others?

Moreover, this was a subordinate Dynasty of Liuyan Valley; how could an unknown Cultivator be allowed to act so presumptuously here!

“Presumptuous!”

The Holy Fire Emperor slammed the table and rose, his dragon robes fluttering, his eyes burning with fury.

“Who do you think you are?”

“How dare you act so wildly in front of me!”

Then, he laughed in extreme anger, pointed at Lu Xuan, and sternly shouted: “This place is within the sphere of influence of Liuyan Valley.”

“How dare you disregard the dignity of the immortal Sect behind my Holy Fire Dynasty?”

“No matter who you are, if you dare to cause trouble here.”

“Even a Golden Core Realm Cultivator, or even a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator, cannot save your life.”

As his voice fell, the Holy Fire Emperor suddenly flicked his sleeve, holding a crimson token in his hand, seemingly summoning something.

However, outside the hall, it remained eerily silent, as if the entire imperial palace had been cut off from the world.

Lu Xuan’s expression remained unchanged, but he had lost his previous patience.

“You are very disobedient!”