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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千一百五十三章 残破碑文与秘制传音符

The old abbot raised his head and looked at the blood-colored moon in the sky, as if it were a small boat with two sharp ends. His eyes narrowed slightly.

This search for treasure had greatly exceeded his expectations. Initially, he thought that by chance, there was an ancient cultivation sect's site cave in Red Cloud Valley, and while other treasures might be of no consequence to the Thousand Buddha Sect, they must obtain several medicinal pills because according to intelligence reports, these pills were a unique secret passed down through generations, with effects so extraordinary as to increase one’s lifespan by three hundred years.

Recalling how Lin Xuan had outshone all at the auction in the City of Xuanyuan with his Longevity Pill and successfully exchanged it for Xia Guocao from Sky Cloud's First Master, the thought of adding three hundred more years of life was too tempting.

However, to avoid drawing too much attention, the two senior elders of the Thousand Buddha Sect did not want to personally take on this mission. After careful consideration, they entrusted it to Qiming.

Even with so many Thousand Buddha Sect cultivators scattered around Red Cloud Valley, some sects and forces began to suspect their presence, but as long as no attention was drawn from the old monsters in the Separation Realm, none dared to provoke them.

But Lin Xuan's unexpected appearance had thrown a wrench into their plans.

After entering the ancient cave, Qiming searched around and felt puzzled. Was this truly an ancient alchemy sect’s site? Why were there so many ghostly creatures everywhere?

His encounter with Lin Xuan was somewhat different. He accidentally stepped into an invisible spatial crack and was inexplicably transported here.

Qiming was both surprised and angry. After exploring, he discovered that he might have arrived at the legendary River of Indeterminate. His knowledge had expanded over time; he had read about some clues related to the Three Holy Lands in ancient texts. He had merely laughed it off back then, but now...

Although Qiming felt depressed, he was not fearful. With his abilities, even the most ethereal and elusive Holy Land of Indeterminate River would be no obstacle for him.

However, a broken stone tablet with inscriptions caught his attention. The text was ancient and obscure, but Master Qiming's extensive knowledge allowed him to recognize it. On this tablet, he discovered a significant secret.

Raising his head, Qiming looked at the blood-colored moon in the sky, his face contorting with emotion for a long time before suddenly reaching out and snapping his fingers. A small, non-precious stone appeared in his hand, about half the size of a palm. This was the fragment of the broken tablet.

Lowering his head, Qiming's expression turned serious as he murmured: "Is there really the palace of the Arrogant King of Asuras on that blood-colored moon?"

He knew little about ancient secrets and had no idea that the most beautiful woman in the world, the Asura Queen, once wreaked havoc on the Spirit Realm. He was unaware of the secret of Mo Er, who single-handedly fought three True Immortals with indomitable spirit.

These were all unknown to Qiming. The Asura King he knew was a distorted description, merely the ruler of the Netherworld Interface, roughly equivalent in strength to the Tyrant of Heaven and Earth. Even so, it was enough. The six kings of the Netherworld should be at the level of Immortals, so what treasures could his palace leave behind?

According to the tablet's text, one had to wait until the moon was full before entering the palace. Calculating time, there were still over twenty days left.

It didn't matter; he would wait here.

As the saying goes: "What is lost in the east can be gained in the west." The immortal pill that could increase lifespan was indeed remarkable, but perhaps there were other surprises within the palace. Qiming turned his wrist and placed the stone tablet back into his storage bag before turning to return to the cave.

Meanwhile, a group from the Luo family had arrived near the City of Xuanyuan. They were meditating in a forest when suddenly, the head of the Luo family clan seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes. He raised his right hand, causing the air about twenty meters in front of him to shimmer strangely.

There was an invisible禁制 around this area, even for an Immortal Stage cultivator who could release their divine essence.

As the air shimmered, a crack appeared in the禁制's纹路. A "whoosh" sound entered his ears as a fire dragon flew inside. It was a传音符, but it had been specially prepared to be more valuable than ordinary ones and even surpassing those from ten thousand miles away.

Of course, this still couldn't compare to flying swords for sending messages, but one shouldn't forget that only Separation Realm cultivators could master such abilities; ordinary cultivators would never have the chance.

The special feature of the specially prepared传音符 was its speed and distance. While it was slightly inferior to those from ten thousand miles away in terms of range, it had another unique advantage: secrecy. It was difficult to destroy and only required a specific password or code for decoding. Even if it fell into someone else's hands by accident, the information would not be leaked.

Of course, nothing could ever be completely secure; the quality of the specially prepared传音符 varied, offering different levels of confidentiality.

In any case, as long as one was an old monster with unparalleled cultivation and expertise in crafting talismans, they could still ensure the safety of their information.

This message came from a disciple潜伏 within the City of Xuanyuan. The Luo family group had meditated here to restore their energy but also waited for internal intelligence updates.

The head of the Luo family clan drew a circle with his left hand and tapped on the传音符, turning it purple before slowly sinking his divine essence into it. After about a cup of tea's time, the head of the Luo family clan raised his head, his face showing deep thought.

"Senior Patriarch, is there any change?" asked Luo Zicong. The other cultivators were also concerned; they had already understood the benefits of the Deva God Blood and would spare no effort to break through their current cultivation stage if necessary.

"There are some changes. This matter has indeed exceeded my expectations," said the head of the Luo family clan.

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