848: C848 Immortal Destiny continued 3

C848 Immortal Destiny continued 3

Unlike Yang Junshan, who had been studying and studying the Heaven Shaking Art, the process of memorizing the inherited jade slips went extremely smoothly, especially for the former, which could be used as a reference for the cultivation method of the magnetic treasure light. Perhaps the root cause was the magnetic treasure light technique that Yang Junshan had already mastered.

Seeing that he had memorized the entire inheritance, Yang Junshan couldn't help but sigh at his luck. If it wasn't for the fact that he mastered the magnetic light technique, he probably wouldn't be able to comprehend the entire inheritance in such a short time, and the embodiment of Zi Yuan obviously wouldn't want to give him the inheritance jade slip.

As he thought of this, Yang Junshan indistinctly swept his gaze over to Violet Garden's avatar, only to see it smiling as if everything was under his control. He couldn't help but be struck by a thought. Could it be that his magnetic precious light technique was also part of the other party's scheme?

Yang Junshan knew that these Taoists were no pushovers. The feeling of being schemed against made Yang Junshan feel like he was resisting, but there was nothing he could do, at least for now!

Yang Junshan finished memorizing all the skills he inherited, and then respectfully returned the jade slip to Violet Garden's avatar. He even expressed his gratitude.

At this moment, Violet Garden's incarnation turned to look at Xiao Xiang'er. "Little girl, remember to tell Xiao Sun what you saw today. He knows what I want and the date of his tribulation is approaching. If you don't make up your mind now, it'll be too late."

Xiao Xiang'er merely turned her head away, ignoring what Violet Garden had said.

She knew that Xiao Xiang'er would definitely tell Xiao Sungong what she had seen today, so she turned to Yang Junshan and said, "I am going to leave this place. After I leave the Ancient Desolation Ruins, I might appear anywhere in this land.

Yang Junshan was slightly stunned, "Senior, are you leaving now?"

The avatar of Zi Yuan turned around and glanced at him. With a faint smile, he said, "What? You still want to stay here and clash with your immortal destiny?"

After he had finished speaking, he headed straight for his original path.

Yang Junshan and Xiao Xiang'Er glanced at each other, and Yang Junshan immediately followed behind them. Xiao Xiang'Er hesitated for a moment before following them from a distance.

In front of the colorless hologram, Purple Garden's avatar turned around and looked at the two of them, then nodded at Yang Junshan and exited the relic space through the hologram without looking back.

Yang Junshan glanced at Xiao Xiang'er and asked, "Aren't you going to leave?"

On the other hand, Xiao Xiang'er asked, "You want to leave?"

Yang Junshan smiled and said, "You recognized me."

Xiao Xiang'Er coldly snorted and stretched out her hand. "Give me back my flute!"

Yang Junshan had an 'as expected' look on his face. He smiled and said, "Looks like there really are other immortal fates in Grandmaster Cang Xuan's dimension. Let's go and have a look!"

Yang Junshan didn't take out the flute he got from her bag of holding. Instead, he told her to bring him to the land of Immortal Destiny, so he wanted a share.

Xiao Xiang'er snorted coldly. She turned around and walked back. Seeing this, Yang Junshan hurriedly followed her. Unexpectedly, the two of them returned to the stone table.

"Here?" Yang Junshan asked doubtfully.

Xiao Xiang'er did not pay any attention to him. Perhaps it was because the inheritance of the Yin Yang Fish was already taken out, but the small stone platform in the middle of the stone table was not pulled back. Xiao Xiang'Er's index fingers were inserted into the eyes of the Yin Yang Fish.

Yang Junshan raised an eyebrow, and a trace of excitement appeared on his face. The stone platform shook slightly, and Xiao Xiang'er's face also revealed a happy expression. He then inserted her index finger into the fish eye and began to rotate it with the pattern of a Yin Yang fish.

Yang Junshan carefully observed Xiao Xiang'er's actions. He first turned clockwise for a few times, then reversed for a few times, and after hearing a few clear sounds, he saw Xiao Xiang'er pull out two fingers and pull outwards, causing the Yin Yang Fish stone platform to crack like a stone table. The originally seemingly perfect stone platform had cracked along with the Yin Yang Fish, and a stone pillar that was as thick as a small arm rose up from the ground, and in the middle of the stone pillar was a round hole. The size of the hole was equal to the size of the short flute in Yang Junshan's hand.

Yang Junshan seemed to realize something as he said, "This is for inserting the flute. Is that flute a key?"

Xiao Xiang'er nodded. "That's right."

Yang Junshan held the flute in his hand and didn't rush to insert it. Instead, he asked, "After opening it, what treasure is inside?"

Xiao Xiang'Er shook her head and replied, "I don't know either. Grandfather only wanted me to bring the things inside back to the sect, but he didn't say what they were."

"Do you think I would believe that?" Yang Junshan asked with a smile.

Xiao Xiang'er looked at the flute in Yang Junshan's hand and said, "Do you believe me or not? Grandfather only said that he didn't want the Purple Wind Sect's inheritance to leak out."

"Is it an inheritance?"

Yang Junshan rubbed his chin and said, "Looks like they are just like the magnetic lights. The inheritance of the Purple Wind Sect isn't cut off, it's just to prevent the inheritance from leaking out, that's why I asked you to bring it back to the sect."

Xiao Xiang'Er's expression was filled with hatred as she said somewhat angrily, "Are you going to start the flute or not? If you don't, give me back the flute!"

"Alright, let me try!"

Yang Junshan wouldn't hand the flute back to her, but when he was about to insert the flute into the hole, his expression changed a little, but his hands didn't stop moving. They directly inserted themselves into the hole on the stone pillar.

With a few light "kacha" sounds, Yang Junshan's Spiritual Sense sensed that a few stone incantations had shot out from the walls of the stone pillar and stuck themselves in a few holes on the flute. Following Xiao Xiang'er's instructions, he turned the flute and the nine man True Essence in his body began to pour down uncontrollably from the flute.

Yang Junshan's expression changed instantly. He wanted to break free from the other hand holding the flute, but he found that the flute had rooted itself firmly onto his palm, and he circulated nine times true essence in his body in an attempt to cut off the true energy's leakage. Although this greatly reduced the flow of his true energy, it was still unable to completely cut off the connection between them.

Yang Junshan suddenly raised his head to look at Xiao Xiang'er, only to see a complacent smile on her face.

"You schemed against me?" Yang Junshan said coldly.

"That short flute was originally mine!" Xiao Xiang'er said coldly.

"Don't forget, I was the one who saved your life in the Arctic Icecap!"

Xiao Xiang'er coldly smiled. "Don't worry, killing people is forbidden within the space of Ancestor Cang Xuan's remains. This flute will at most drain the True Essence in your body. You will recover after recuperating for two to three months!"

Yang Junshan sneered, "The Ancient Desolation Jedi can be activated for two to three months?"

Xiao Xiang'Er's attention was completely focused on the 'ka ka' sounds coming from the stone pillar. She said indifferently, "You will be thrown out by then."

His cultivation base had been drained completely. Even if he was thrown out, he would not have it for two to three months. Whether he was in the Desolate Land or the Sand Country, he would still be at the mercy of others.

Yang Junshan was about to take some measures to prevent his Zhen Yuan from leaking out when he noticed Xiao Xiang'er's expression change. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that the rhythmic sounds from the stone pillar became disorderly and disorderly as his Zhen Yuan was injected into it.

"This is …"

Yang Junshan was stunned, but Xiao Xiang'Er exclaimed, "Not good!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Junshan felt his palm loosen up, and the flute in his hand suddenly broke into pieces. Having lost the flute as a medium, the primeval essence in his body suddenly stopped, and the sounds coming from the stone pillar also stopped.

"How could this be …" Xiao Xiang'Er was at a loss.

Yang Junshan said coldly, "Looks like there is something wrong with this short flute, or maybe it is not the key to unlocking the secret treasure."

Xiao Xiang'er replied, "This is the key that Great Grandfather had meticulously made according to the letter left behind by Ancestor Cang Xuan. It shouldn't be wrong!"

"So it's a copy!" Yang Junshan's heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Xiang'er looked at Yang Junshan and said, "Grandmaster Cang Xuan's secret treasure can no longer be opened. If you were jealous of what happened just now, you could have left the ruins and taken revenge. But now, I have to leave."

Looking at Xiao Xiang'er's dejected expression, Yang Junshan continued to sneer. However, he remained motionless on the ground.

Xiao Xiang'Er stopped and looked at Yang Junshan, "What? You still want to stay here?" Without the key left behind by Ancestor Cang Xuan, it is impossible for us to open the last secret scripture! "

Yang Junshan laughed, "Why are you so anxious to get me out of this relic?"

Xiao Xiang'Er's eyes flickered as she asked, "What do you mean?"

Yang Junshan pointed at the pieces of the short flute on the stone platform and said, "Since your grandfather can imitate a short flute, since you have already lost it, then you can naturally imitate a second one as well. I'm afraid that this imitation is even better than the first one, am I right?"

Xiao Xiang'er's expression changed, but she heard Yang Junshan laugh and say, "You're pretending to leave. Perhaps you want to come back and try out the other key on your own, just like when the Purple Courtyard's avatar left?"

Yang Junshan saw through Xiao Xiang'er's thoughts and said angrily, "What do you want?"

"It's very simple. You can try using the other flute on your body right now. You don't have to worry that I'll kill you here, or you can leave here first and I'll believe that you don't have the key!"

Xiao Xiang'er glared at Yang Junshan. Yang Junshan, on the other hand, remained calm and composed with a smile on his face. In the end, Xiao Xiang'er gave in. She touched her waist, and a flute that looked exactly like the flute from before appeared in his hands.

Yang Junshan extended his hand to point at her, but in his heart, he communicated with the pangolin in his dantian: "Can you feel what's inside?"

It was unknown when the Pangolin squatted on top of the handle of its mace as it said: "I don't know, but there is definitely something similar to me, just like the rhyme stone you got that time."

In fact, when Yang Junshan inserted the flute into the stone pillar, he received a reminder from the Pangolin, and the reason why he still allowed his true essence to be stimulated was because the Pangolin promised to help him cut off the loss of his true essence at any time.

After Xiao Xiang'er inserted the flute into the stone pillar, she also encountered the same situation as Yang Junshan. Her complexion turned pale, but she didn't panic.

The flute in Yang Junshan's hand shattered in less than half a cup of tea's time. Xiao Xiang'Er's flute obviously needed more time to break, but as Xiao Xiang'Er's face became paler and paler, the smile on her face became denser and denser. The chaotic 'ka ka' sounds once again rang out, and under Xiao Xiang'Er's helpless gaze, the flute once again shattered.

"Seems like it still won't work!" Yang Junshan didn't cover up his schadenfreude.

Xiao Xiang'er looked at Yang Junshan with disgust, turned around and walked out of the room.

Yang Junshan quickly followed her and asked, "Do you have any other options? Do you really want to leave? I will wait for you to leave before I leave. Who knows if you are lying to me again!"

Xiao Xiang'er suddenly turned around and glared at Yang Junshan. She then passed through the space barrier and left the ruins without looking back.

Yang Junshan stood still for a while, but in fact, he scanned the surroundings carefully with his Spiritual Sense. When he found nothing else, he murmured, "He really left!"

Then, Yang Junshan didn't leave, instead, he turned around and walked back to the stone table. After walking around the table, he looked at the stone pillars on the table that had not been withdrawn yet. Yang Junshan held a short flute in his hand, "Look at this flute, it shouldn't be a coincidence!"

Although the flute in Yang Junshan's hand looked exactly the same as the first two flutes, it looked old and mottled, as if it had been buried underground.

This flute was unintentionally obtained by Yang Junshan after the opening of the Sunset Pavilion. At that time, he didn't know what use this flute had, but because his cultivation level was still low and he felt that he wasn't experienced enough, he kept it.

Even though Yang Junshan hadn't been able to figure out what the flute was used for, after he obtained the second identical flute from Xiao Xiang'Er's storage bag, he felt that it was even more useful.

When Yang Junshan saw this stone pillar in the middle of Grandmaster Cang Xuan's relic, he was almost certain of the flute's true usage. However, since he and Xiao Xiang'Er both knew how to use this flute, he naturally wouldn't reveal it to the public.

Now that both Violet Garden's incarnation and Xiao Xiang'er had left, and with no one else being able to enter after the four incomplete atlases were complete, Yang Junshan could finally relax and boldly open the secret manual of Grandmaster Cang Xuan once again.

With the continuous infusion of true essence, a layer of light appeared on the mottled surface of the short flute. This was something that had never happened before.

When about half of his zhen yuan had been drained away, Yang Junshan suddenly felt the flute in his hand relax, and the 'ka ka' sound disappeared. After a slight surprise, he tried to turn the flute a little bit, and with a "beng" sound, the stone pillar suddenly split to both sides, and a palm-sized object flew out.

Yang Junshan was prepared for the pangolin's warning. He grabbed it in the instant the light flashed, and the huge force on it caused him to stagger forward a few steps, knocking the stone table to the ground.

Yang Junshan didn't have time to think about how this special stone table became so fragile. His attention was attracted by the intense pain coming from his palm, and he saw that blood was seeping out from between his fingers. The moment he grabbed the object that flew out, the edge of the stone split his palm into two inches long slits.

"What is this, a token?"

Looking at the object in his hand that was neither gold nor jade, it seemed as if it was made of gold, with its upper and lower width being narrow like a normal token. Under the dense light that appeared on it, there were some mysterious patterns. These patterns looked similar to the pattern on the rhyme stone in Yang Junshan's hand, but they lacked the natural charm of a spell.

Yang Junshan turned the object over, only to find that the surface was still covered with dense engravings. However, these engravings were like decorative decorations that surrounded the two seal characters in the middle: "Primordius"!

Yang Junshan was stunned, but he still didn't know what to do with it. When he looked closer, he found that the blood on the token was seeping into it.

Just as Yang Junshan thought "Not good", a voice rang out in his mind, "I don't have as many people as Jiuren. If I become a True Immortal, it will be difficult to shackle the heavens and earth, and even more so in the heart of the immortal palace.

Yang Junshan shouted loudly, his voice was like a stick that was inserted into his brain and stirred up. Yang Junshan curled up on the ground and became muddle-headed, but he heard the voice clearly as if it was carved into his brain.

After half a day, Yang Junshan finally stopped shaking and felt relieved. He realized that he seemed to have been fished out of the water, and his whole body was drenched. Now, he didn't even need to look to know that his face was terrible.

When he lifted up his palm to look, he discovered that the token inscribed "Primordius" had already disappeared. The cut on his palm had somehow been restored to its original state.1

Yang Junshan stood up and scanned his surroundings. He found that he was still in the relic space, and the stone table was broken into pieces after he touched it.

At this time, Yang Junshan had a thought and sent his spiritual sense into his dantian, only to find that on the top of the Sky Splitting Mountain, next to the mace that had been inserted into the mountain, an object similar to a token also had half of its length inserted into the mountain. However, this token was no longer palm-sized, it had become one foot long.

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He had slept for an entire afternoon in the midst of a severe cold. Today was a very cold day. It had been several degrees below zero in the day and hadn't been seen in the village for many years. It was said that the cold wave covered a large area.

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