bookbashuk Chapter 344 The Secret of the Sacred Pagoda, the Celestial Supreme!
Chapter 344 The Secret of the Sacred Pagoda, the Celestial Supreme!
Chapter 344 The Secret of the Sacred Pagoda, the Celestial Supreme!
Three days later, at the deepest part of the Floating Pagoda Realm.
Qing Xuanjun personally led Lu Yu to a mysterious area sealed off by numerous ancient restrictions and powerful spiritual energy.
The atmosphere here is more vast and profound than in other parts of the Floating Pagoda Realm. The spiritual energy permeating the air is almost tangible, and every breath seems to be breathing in and out ancient times.
In the void ahead, ripples spread, and a figure shrouded in a hazy halo quietly emerged.
He was an old man dressed in a gray robe, his face so withered that his age was almost impossible to discern. His aura blended seamlessly with the surrounding space, as if he himself were a part of this forbidden area.
He held a seemingly ordinary wooden staff in his hand, but the head of the staff was inlaid with a strange crystal that was dull and lusterless, yet emitted a strange spatial fluctuation.
This is the Elder Guardian who has been stationed at the entrance of the ancestral tower for many years, an ancient being who has guarded it for countless years.
Even Qing Xuanjun's expression became more solemn when he saw him.
"Chief of the Pure Pulse." The elder guarding the tower's voice was hoarse and slow, like the friction of sand and gravel, "By order of the Grand Elder, I am here to open the ancestral tower's gate for the Holy Son."
Qing Xuanjun nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Elder."
The elder guarding the tower said no more, and slowly raised the wooden staff in his hand. The strange crystal at the tip of the staff suddenly lit up, emitting a soft yet incredibly stable spatial aura. He held the staff and gently tapped it against the seemingly empty void in front of him.
hum!
A visible ripple, composed of countless complex spatial runes, spreads out from the tip of the staff.
Immediately afterwards, the space in front of them sank inward and rotated like a water curtain, eventually forming a stable portal that was tens of feet high and whose edges were filled with silver-gray spatial power.
Inside the portal, instead of a dark passage, lies a hazy scene of bizarre and ever-changing light and shadow, exuding an aura of ancient grandeur that sends shivers down one's spine.
"Go in."
The elder guarding the tower retracted his wooden staff, his voice calm and collected, "Beyond the portal lies the ancestral land space. Remember, you only have two months. Once the time is up, no matter where you are in the tower, you will be automatically repelled by the power of space."
Qing Xuanjun looked at Lu Yu and said in a deep voice, "Stay close to me."
Having said that, he took the lead and stepped into the spatial portal, followed closely by Lu Yu, who took a deep breath.
The moment one passes through the portal is not a simple spatial transfer, but a strange feeling as if one has traversed the river of time. Light flashes all around, and countless blurry ancient images flicker and vanish in the surroundings.
The next moment, with my feet firmly on the ground, the scene before me had completely changed.
It was an ancient world beyond words. An ancient and weathered aura permeated the space, every inch of which seemed to be engraved with the marks of time, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
However, what shocked Lu Yu the most was not the ancient world itself, but the thing that stood quietly in the very center of this world.
An ancient stone tower that is indescribably huge.
Its entire body presents a grayish-white color that has endured countless years. The tower is mottled and covered with mysterious marks that seem to be naturally formed or engraved with profound truths.
It doesn't appear particularly brilliant or dazzling, but it seems to possess a charm that transcends the constraints of time and space and is eternally enduring.
Just looking at it made Lu Yu feel his soul tremble slightly, and the Eight Divine Meridians in his body emitted an unprecedented longing and resonance.
"This is the ancestral pagoda—"
Qing Xuanjun's voice rang out from the side, carrying an unusual solemnity and a hint of barely perceptible emotion.
His gaze was also drawn to the ancient stone tower, but soon his eyes returned to Lu Yu, and then a hint of undisguised surprise flashed across his deep eyes.
"This is—your natal pagoda?"
Qing Xuanjun's voice carried a hint of uncertainty. He had not deliberately investigated Lu Yu's Floating Pagoda before. At this moment, under the pull of the ancestral pagoda's energy, something in Lu Yu's body seemed to be awakening and resonating uncontrollably, emitting a pure and ancient aura that even surprised him.
Lu Yu had no time to answer at this moment. Just as his mind was immersed in the vastness of the ancestral tower, the Holy Floating Tower within his body, which had been dormant, suddenly began to vibrate wildly, a kind of instinctive, greedy desire.
In an instant, an invisible stream of air suddenly burst forth from the top of the ancestral pagoda that stood quietly!
A brilliant and pure holy light shot up from the top of Lu Yutian's head.
A crystal-clear, seemingly formed holy pagoda appeared on its own and expanded at an astonishing speed. In just a few breaths, it grew to a colossal size of tens of thousands of feet and stood majestically.
The Holy Pagoda shimmered with countless rays of holy light, actively emitting a powerful suction force, like a whale sucking in water, greedily drawing down strands of ancestral energy and swallowing them into the pagoda.
"It's actually the Holy Buddha!"
Qing Xuanjun looked at the crystal pagoda that had been actively pulled out by the ancestral pagoda, a look of surprise and understanding flashing in his eyes.
Even within their ancient Floating Pagoda clan, the Sacred Floating Pagoda is extremely rare. Only those clansmen with exceptional talent and a pure and righteous understanding of the Great Floating Pagoda Technique have the opportunity to cultivate it.
While the Great Floating Pagoda Technique of the Floating Pagoda Clan is indeed profound, the characteristics of the natal Floating Pagoda that are ultimately refined vary greatly due to differences in the cultivator's temperament, comprehension, and even the emphasis of their lineage inheritance.
Like the Pure Pulse and the Profound Pulse, the ultimate mystery they pursue is this Sacred Floating Pagoda. In addition to its core sealing power, the Sacred Floating Pagoda also possesses the power of light, purity, and purification, making it magnificent and vast.
The Mo Clan, on the other hand, is completely different. They mostly cultivate the Dark Floating Pagoda, which also possesses powerful sealing power, but lacks the pure light of the Holy Floating Pagoda. Instead, it appears more unpredictable, ruthless, and decisive in killing, which is consistent with the Mo Clan's generally warlike and ruthless style.
Seeing that Lu Yu's Holy Pagoda had started operating on its own and entered a deep state of baptism, Qing Xuanjun nodded slightly.
"Now that you've made a successful start, there's no need for me to wait here."
He raised his hand and flipped it over, and a small pill bottle radiating a warm, jade-like light appeared in his palm. With a flick of his finger, the pill bottle floated steadily in the void not far from Lu Yu's side, enveloped and fixed by a soft, clear light.
"The Qiankun Creation Pill is left here. If you feel your spiritual power is insufficient during the baptism, or if you have some enlightenment and need to break through to the Immortal Rank, you may take it. But remember, the ancestral energy baptism is based on your foundation, with external forces as a supplement, and you should not rely on it excessively."
Having finished his explanation, Qing Xuanjun did not linger. He took one last look at the increasingly condensed light of the Holy Pagoda, and his figure slowly faded away.
Only a clear instruction echoed in Lu Yu's ears: "Go through the baptism in peace. I'll be waiting outside the ancestral land. I'll come to pick you up in two months."
As soon as he finished speaking, his aura completely disappeared from this ancestral land space.
Within the ancestral land, time seemed to lose its meaning, with only the continuous flow of ancestral energy descending from the ancient stone tower and being greedily devoured by the towering Sacred Pagoda.
Lu Yu's mind was completely immersed in the changes within his body. His spiritual power became increasingly solid and brilliant under the influence of the ancestral energy, and he was steadily advancing towards the realm of the Celestial Supreme.
However, Lu Yu was not satisfied with just that. With a slight thought, two streams of light flew out from his inner space and hovered on either side of the Holy Pagoda.
To the left, a majestic palace suddenly appeared. The palace was entirely dark purple, as if it were forged from demonic metal and immortal lightning; it was the Palace of the Heart Demon Thunder.
At this moment, lightning patterns were faintly visible on its surface, emanating an aura that desperately needed repair and nourishment. Since its fall from the Immortal grade to the Spirit grade of peerless sacred artifact, its origin had been damaged, and the current ancestral energy environment was a once-in-a-millennium opportunity.
To the right, a long sword hovered silently in the air. The sword was three feet and three inches long, its blade gleaming like gold in the dark night, with flowing crimson flame patterns visible beneath. It was none other than the Fallen God Sword.
As Lu Yu broke through to the Heavenly Supreme realm, this sword has transformed from a mid-level sacred artifact to a high-level sacred artifact, its sharpness growing ever stronger, but it is still some distance from the level of a true peerless sacred artifact.
Lu Yu's mind raced.
The majestic Holy Pagoda trembled slightly, emanating an even stronger pulling force.
Not only does it absorb ancestral energy like a whale swallowing the sea, but under Lu Yu's precise control, it also guides some of the pure ancestral energy to the Heart Demon Thunder Palace and the Fallen God Sword on either side.
The "Eye of Demonic Thunder" above the Heart Demon Thunder Palace suddenly lit up, greedily absorbing the continuous ancestral energy. The twisted black lightning patterns on the Dark Purple Palace slowly moved and extended, its damaged origin was repaired and strengthened bit by bit, and its spirituality steadily increased.
The Fallen God Sword resonated incessantly, its blade swirling with crimson flame patterns. Ancestral energy, like a supreme spiritual fire, repeatedly tempered the sword, making the scorching sharpness emanating from its edge increasingly concentrated, faintly showing signs of tearing through the void.
Feeling the three sacred artifacts steadily improving under the nourishment of ancestral energy, Lu Yu felt a surge of joy and thought to himself, "I've finally managed to get in here, how can I waste such an opportunity? Eat, eat your fill! At least eat your fill, eat your fill!"
He held nothing back and activated the Holy Pagoda with all his might, maximizing its efficiency in absorbing ancestral energy.
At the same time, he sent a thought to the Heart Demon Thunder Palace and the Fallen God Sword, instructing them to absorb the energy freely and not to waste it.
In an instant, within the ancestral land, the three sacred objects were like three bottomless pits, frantically devouring the ancestral energy hanging down from the ancient stone tower.
As for Lu Yu himself, nourished and nurtured by the ancestral energy, his cultivation level steadily advanced toward the threshold of the Immortal-grade Heavenly Sovereign.
Time flies, and the ancestral land is devoid of days and months; the two-month period will soon be over.
When the last wisp of pure ancestral energy was completely absorbed and refined, this ancient world seemed to fall silent for a moment.
The Holy Pagoda floated silently above Lu Yu's head, its light completely restrained, appearing ancient and profound.
The ancient, naturally formed patterns on the tower have quietly gained a sense of weight and solemnity, as if they have undergone the baptism and sedimentation of hundreds of millions of years, exuding an ancient and mysterious charm.
More importantly, an extremely powerful spiritual energy fluctuation, far surpassing anything seen before, slowly emanated from within the tower, like a sleeping dragon awakening.
That was none other than the oppressive aura of a peerless celestial artifact!
Almost at the same moment that the Holy Pagoda completed its final transformation, the vast spiritual power within Lu Yu's body, which had been repeatedly tempered to its limit and was already overflowing, broke through the last invisible shackles with a soft sound that only he could hear, originating from the depths of his soul!
A majestic, righteous, and boundless yet profoundly deep and terrifying aura swept out from his body, instantly filling the entire ancestral land space.
Celestial Supreme Grade, Achieved!
Lu Yu slowly opened his eyes, a dazzling holy light flashing in them. His aura was perfectly harmonious and flawless, reflecting the ancient and imposing Immortal-grade Sacred Pagoda above his head, forming a unified whole.