Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 500 - 439: Manjusaka, God Transformation Pill!

Chapter 500: Chapter 439: Manjusaka, God Transformation Pill!

"This matter must be communicated to the others."

Although it was not yet confirmed whether the presence that seemed like the evil king’s single-blade style was indeed Tenacity Retention, Daoist Yunxiong decided to use the Mind Sensing Spirit Plaque to alert other Dao Experts.

The issue of Tenacity Retention is of significant importance.

If such an anomaly truly exists in the Southern Ming Wasteland.

Then the danger they face will increase exponentially.

Pointing it out earlier might avoid some unnecessary casualties.

[Shenxiao Sect Yun Xiong: About 150 miles southeast of the landing spot, a suspected Tenacity Retention anomaly was found. Please fellow Daoists be alert and pay attention.]

Daoist Yunxiong’s message appeared in the Mind Sensing Spirit Plaque, and it caused a huge stir almost instantly.

If the Mind Sensing Spirit Plaque could leave messages more than once a day, other Dao Experts would likely inundate it with questions and concerns.

Anyone who came to the Southern Ming Wasteland was no novice, besides a rare few prodigies with exceptional talent, most were veteran cultivators over a thousand years old.

They clearly understood what Tenacity Retention meant.

If Tenacity Retention was proven true.

Then this mission would indeed be one of survival against all odds.

Upon learning of this news, all Dao Experts immediately became solemn and vigilant, paying close attention to every minute trace around them, searching for evidence.

At the same time, there was a hidden hope in their hearts that this so-called Tenacity Retention might just be a false alarm.

After sending the message, Daoist Yunxiong put away the Mind Sensing Spirit Plaque and looked at the muddy fog in front of him that had closed in again, taking a deep breath:

"Let’s go."

Although the suspected appearance of Tenacity Retention had cast a shadow over everyone’s hearts.

The mission still could not be abandoned because of it.

This concerned the entire future course of the Human Race, and there’s no room for even a hint of luck or retreat.

...

About thirty miles behind Qi Xiu and his group,

three figures were following unhurriedly in the distance.

"Prince, the old Daoist just left a message in the Mind Sensing Spirit Plaque, saying a suspected Tenacity Retention was discovered."

Standing beside Zhao Qianqiu, Zhao Peng reported on Daoist Yunxiong’s message.

"Tenacity Retention?"

Pausing slightly, Zhao Qianqiu’s eyes, flowing with Five-Colored Divine Radiance, revealed a trace of peculiar gleam:

"They discovered it so soon?"

Upon hearing Zhao Qianqiu say this, Zhao Peng and Zhao Ying by his side couldn’t help but be taken aback.

"Does Prince mean you already knew?"

"Yes, naturally, since you joined later you wouldn’t know.

Our dynasty’s founding ancestor actually came to the Southern Ming Wasteland back then.

And brought back some ancient treasures from here.

The reason why our Zhao Family could overturn Great Yan and establish Great Xuan.

The Southern Ming Wasteland played a pivotal role."

Zhao Qianqiu’s words left even the seasoned and steady Zhao Peng and Zhao Ying with a slight expression of surprise and astonishment.

No wonder the Emperor fought hard for a spot in this trip to the Southern Ming Wasteland, even at the cost of a precious favor.

Now it makes sense why there was this reasoning behind it all.

"I see, but Prince, I’ve never heard you mention this before..." Zhao Peng said with an awkward smile.

"This is a top secret of our Zhao Family, known only to the earliest old servants."

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Qianqiu looked indifferently at the surging muddy fog before him:

"The world only knows this muddy fog disrupts heavenly calculations and confuses Divine Sense, but it also has another name.

Santu River!

The beings that perish here are all imprinted with a shadow by this Santu River, and if they die full of tenacity, it will trigger a reaction, becoming Tenacity Retention.

In this Southern Ming Wasteland, the conditions for the formation of Tenacity Retention are almost reduced to the minimum."

After revealing the secrets of the muddy fog in the Southern Ming Wasteland, Zhao Qianqiu lowered his gaze, looking at the gold-edged ring on his right hand:

"This ring was the item our founding ancestor risked his life to bring out back then.

Only it can be exempt from the effects of the Santu River.

We quietly follow; the deeper we go into the Southern Ming Wasteland, the more Tenacity Retention there will be.

Back then, more than a million ancient cultivators died here in battle.

Both from the Righteous Dao and the Demonic Path, their numbers are countless.

The Dao Alliance thinks sending a few hundred Dao Experts can secure victory.

Naive!

This place is an endless abyss that devours without leaving a trace.

Not to mention hundreds of Dao Experts, even thousands, they would still be consumed in entirety here."

Thanks to his ancestors’ exploration of the Southern Ming Wasteland, Zhao Qianqiu had already positioned himself ahead of all Dao Experts.

And with the mystical power of this ring, he could gain some unique advantages.

"Shenxiao Sect... heh, this time I will make sure you never return!"

...

Thirty miles away.

Qi Xiu, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned back for no apparent reason.

His eyes, surging with purple intent, attempted to penetrate the dense fog, but even with his utmost efforts, he could only see a few hundred meters ahead.

This muddy fog not only scrambled heavenly calculations, obstructed Divine Sense, but even the vague warnings from Human Path Merit became blurry here.

Ever since he began delving deeper into the Southern Ming Wasteland, Qi Xiu had constantly sensed a faint feeling of being watched.

However, due to the influence of the muddy fog,

this feeling was extremely vague. He had tried several times to trace it carefully, but he could never find the source.

It was like scratching an itch through a boot, leaving him feeling quite blocked at heart.

"What’s the matter, Xiuer?"

Seeing Qi Xiu’s slightly somber expression, Daoist Yun Xiong slowed his steps and inquired.

After telling his master about the feeling of being watched that had been lingering, Daoist Yun Xiong pondered for a moment and said:

"If they like to watch, let them watch. Cowardly like ghostly lights, they’ll never step onto the stage."

"The old Daoist is right. If they like to watch, let them watch. Just peering and not daring to come forward already accumulates three parts of fear in their hearts. When it truly comes to a fight, these three parts of fear could be fatal."

Crossing his arms, Liu Tai laughed and chimed in.

As the four chatted, a vast expanse of vibrant, eye-catching, fiery red flowers appeared out of nowhere on the flat, broken wasteland ahead.

"This is..."

Halting before the vivid sea of red flowers, the three, including Daoist Yun Xiong, furrowed their brows, recalling the numerous tomes they had read in their minds, attempting to trace the origin of these red flowers.

However, before the three could decipher it, Qi Xiu, observing with a serious expression, uttered the name of the flower:

"Manjusaka!"

It wasn’t because he was well-read or knowledgeable.

Rather, this Manjusaka was precisely the signature demonic flower of the Netherworld Demonic Sect, one of the Ten Great Ancient Demonic Sects.

And the [White Bone Demonic Dao] he practiced was one of the principal scriptures and two arts three paths of the Netherworld Demonic Sect.

Thus, upon seeing this Manjusaka, it naturally came to mind.

"Manjusaka? The Manjusaka of the Netherworld Demonic Sect?"

Upon hearing this name, Daoist Yun Xiong’s eyes slightly moved, and he immediately nodded, saying:

"Indeed, it is the Manjusaka. Back then, the Netherworld Demonic Sect and the Hell Dao were originally allies, relying on each other.

Later, it was because of this Manjusaka that they split.

If not for that, our sect might not have been able to eradicate the Hell Dao with the Netherworld Demonic Sect’s assistance."

"What is so remarkable about this Manjusaka that it could cause two major demonic sects to compete, even to the point of splitting?" Liu Tai curiously asked from the side.

Sorting through the memories in his mind, Daoist Yun Xiong’s gaze turned profound:

"It is rumored that this Manjusaka only blooms in the Netherworld, and even a Primordial Spirit True Honor in the human world cannot grow it.

But later, the Netherworld Demonic Sect somehow discovered a method to successfully transplant it.

As soon as this news spread, the Hell Dao visited six times in one day, offering countless treasures, attempting to obtain this secret technique from the Netherworld Demonic Sect.

But the Netherworld Demonic Sect was resolute in its refusal to give it up, leading to intense strife between the two sects.

And this Manjusaka is also called the Guiding Flower.

In the Netherworld, the Manjusaka can guide lost souls in the Netherworld to the Reincarnation Well for rebirth.

Yet, once this flower falls into the human world, it immediately shows another divine marvel."

"What divine marvel?"

"Soul Creation!"

With hands behind his back, Zhao Qianqiu, gazing at the sea of red flowers thirty miles away, slowly unveiled the Manjusaka’s divine marvel.

"Soul Creation? Could it be..." Slightly guessing the miraculous power of the Manjusaka, Zhao Peng’s pupils revealed a trace of astonishment.

"Yes, the Netherworld Demonic Sect developed a miraculous medicine from the Manjusaka.

Called: God Transformation Pill!

Once you consume this pill, you can cultivate an entirely controllable spirit within your body.

One body, two spirits. Do you know what that implies?"

Liu Tai swallowed hard, "It means the spirit has an extra life?"

"It’s not that simple. Having one body and two spirits means having a fifty percent inherent chance of survival when facing the Primordial Spirit Tribulation.

Fifty percent!

There are countless Dao Experts like the fish in the river, but those who’ve had the chance to ascend the Dragon Gate and achieve the Primordial Spirit are only a handful.

A fifty percent chance is enough to make any Dao Expert go mad.

This is why the Hell Dao went crazy wanting the transplant method for the Manjusaka, even at the cost of breaking with the Netherworld Demonic Sect."

"Should we seize these Manjusaka in advance?" Zhao Peng’s eyes glimmered as he asked.

"There’s no need, the Manjusaka is just the main ingredient of the God Transformation Pill. Simply having the Manjusaka alone is far from enough to create the pill.

The recipe for the God Transformation Pill disappeared long ago with the fall of the Netherworld Sect."

Shaking his head, Zhao Qianqiu showed little interest in the Manjusaka.

When the Zhao Family’s ancestor first came to the Southern Ming Wasteland, he too saw this sea of Manjusaka.

But after his initial excitement subsided, he realized without the recipe for the God Transformation Pill, these Manjusaka were merely spiritual medicine beneficial to the spirit and not particularly precious.

On Qi Xiu’s side, Daoist Yun Xiong also knew the truth of the God Transformation Pill recipe’s loss.

After all, such a significant event was recorded even in the Hell Dao’s tomes.

Thus, the four showed little interest in the Manjusaka sea before them.

But just as they were about to traverse the Manjusaka and continue their journey, a bustling figure weaving through the flowers, continuously picking Manjusaka, caught Qi Xiu’s attention.

"Tenacity Retention?"

Upon seeing the Tenacity Retention, Qi Xiu instinctively wanted to make a move.

But when he recognized what the Tenacity Retention was doing, his eyes instinctively narrowed, murmuring in surprise:

"Is he... alchemy?!"

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