ALL NOVEL Chapter 13: Lingering Spirits
"Senior, I've now mastered almost all the ancient characters. Can I start the path-seeking process now?"
At this moment, Wang Heng, who was walking at the front, asked.
After comprehending the vast and oceanic ancient immortal scripts, he had glimpsed the grandeur and wonder of this world of gods and demons. His anticipation for the cultivation path grew stronger, naturally eager to begin the path-seeking process.
Though the term "path-seeking" was unfamiliar to him and completely different from the first realm "Blood Transfusion" of the chaotic ancient epoch's worldly methods, Wang Heng could grasp its meaning.
"Path-seeking," as the name suggests, involves planting a seed to begin enlightenment, signifying a beginning.
It's crucial to know that the essence of the ancient immortal method is choosing a suitable Dao seed, integrating it, accompanying it from the weakest state of life, growing together, eventually merging with the Dao, entering the ultimate path field, and then ascending to immortality in one stroke.
Thus, the significance of the Dao seed is self-evident. This is why during the ancient immortal epoch, there was a saying: possessing a perfect seed is akin to controlling one's destiny.
Upon hearing this, Wang Mian pondered briefly and responded, "Young master, there's no need to rush the path-seeking. I observe that your current state isn't optimal—it seems you just understood a large number of ancient characters and haven't fully digested them yet.
In my opinion, it's best for you to consolidate for a few days, adjust all aspects to the best condition, and then attempt the path-seeking process. Then, you will surely proceed flawlessly every step of the way."
Hearing this, Wang Heng nodded in agreement. If even a true celestial offered such advice, it was naturally the best choice.
"Alright, I shall consolidate my gains a bit more before considering planting the way."
At this moment, Wang Mian flipped his hand and produced a porcelain bottle adorned with exquisite patterns. The bottle was sealed with a dark wooden cork. Although unopened, faint wisps of fragrance wafted out, spreading into the air and reaching Wang Heng's nose and mouth.
Instantly, he felt an overwhelming sense of ease; every particle of flesh seemed to vibrate subtly, and his primordial spirit floated as if on the verge of transcendence.
"What is this?"
"My lord, this is an elixir personally concocted by the Celestial King for you, known as the Vein-Clearing Pill. It aids beings in sorting their physical bodies, drawing closer to the Great Dao, and making it easier to absorb the true essence of ancient characters. It greatly benefits the cultivation process as well. If you consume it now, you will surely consolidate the ancient characters swiftly and solidify your dao foundation."
"Vein-Clearing Pill." Wang Heng murmured, recalling the similarly named elixir from a perfect world.
Indeed, it was a celestial pill with effects as Wang Mian described, but the Heavenly God Academy had a limited supply. Cultivators needed to compete for it with their strength.
Moreover, the Vein-Clearing Pills fought over by Shi Hao, the Ten Crown King, and the Exiled Immortal were made by mere True Immortals, leaving them with only fragments of celestial pills.
At this moment, what lay before Wang Heng was a complete Supreme Immortal Pill, personally crafted by an unparalleled Celestial King. Its efficacy was far more potent than the fragmented pill Shi Hao had obtained.
Without hesitation, he took the porcelain bottle, feeling the cool, smooth surface, with fine engravings prominent under his touch.
“Bang!”
With a light pop, Wang Heng pulled out the dark wooden stopper, and instantly, a fragrance of indescribable celestial aroma burst forth, flooding his senses.
The mere scent of the Immortal King's pill made his very bones tremble, his flesh quiver, expelling barely perceptible impurities from his body.
Standing by, Wang Mian, a true immortal, felt his own essence being refined, internally marveling at the might of the Celestial King—how a single pill could rejuvenate a true immortal.
Was this a pill crafted by the hand of a Celestial King? Even after being sealed in the bottle, it was still shrouded in lightning; truly astonishing.
One could only imagine the astonishing, heaven-defying effects this Celestial King-level Vein-Clearing Pill would possess.
“Young Master, this pill is extraordinary. Consuming it here might invoke miraculous phenomena. Please wait until you are in seclusion to take it,” Wang Mian advised, glancing around at the towering palaces and broad avenues, where figures occasionally flitted by.
The size of a Celestial King's residence was almost akin to a small world. Naturally, it was teeming with residents and hosts numerous factions, making it too crowded for drawing undue attention.
Wang Heng nodded, sealing the bottle again.
Subsequently, Wang Mian led the way, guiding him through majestic avenues filled with the essence of the Dao, eventually bringing him to a secluded cultivation chamber reserved exclusively for Wang Heng.
Ahead, restrictions were densely set, towering amidst a cluster of imposing buildings, proudly standing amidst the ethereal white clouds, shrouded in mystery, making one feel as if they had stepped into an immortal realm, into the abode of celestial beings.
"Young Master, the restrictions here are akin to those at the Hall of Dao Transmission, imposing no limits on you, allowing you to move freely," Wang Mian said respectfully.
Such privilege was afforded to none other than the Celestial King's kin, Wang Heng, apart from the unfettered Celestial King himself; even a true immortal guard like Wang Mian couldn’t enter at will.
Wang Heng nodded, signaling his understanding, and without glancing back, he stepped towards the imposing buildings ahead.
He pushed open a door and entered a passageway, a long, winding corridor that stretched indefinitely forward, cloaked in darkness, with only oil lamps on either side serving as the solitary light source.
Each pair of oil lamps was spaced several yards apart, exuding a gentle glow.
According to Wang Mian, Wang Heng's retreat for seclusion lay deep within this corridor, and as he approached, the chamber would activate spontaneously.
With this in mind, Wang Heng strode forward confidently, navigating the shadowed passage.
The passage was dark and profound, with only dim candlelight flickering faintly.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Wang Heng felt that these oil lamps were not ordinary, imbued with an eerie aura that sent shivers down his spine.
Suddenly, a lamp ahead erupted with terrifying flames, akin to a blazing sun exploding, a face formed from the flames struggled to emerge. Its expression was pained, constantly howling, its blood-red eyes fixated viciously on Wang Heng with a look of resentment.
“Yes, indeed, you carry his blood. I'd recognize it even if I turned to dust—the vile, hated bloodline.”
The face shouted, endeavoring to break free from the constraints of the flame, wishing to strike Wang Heng.
Startled by the unexpected scene, Wang Heng halted.
The face was gruesomely horrifying, ghastly like a ghost.
However, after the brief shock, Wang Heng grasped the situation.
The entity before him that harbored immense hatred for him was likely a great enemy slain by his Celestial King father. After death, it had not entirely dissipated, but was instead placed here as lamp oil, eternally burning.
(End of Chapter)
