Chapter 275: The Purple Mansion is a Cave Mansion
Within the Seeking Dao Palace.
A vast hall, heavily shrouded by dense formations, was cloaked in a thick, concealing aura. Even a powerful Yin God could not sense or detect what was happening inside.
At this moment, Qi Yuan's expression was serious. He waved the jade slip in his hand.
He murmured softly.
"Bright and brilliant, the nascent soul emerges from the divine repository, heed my command—assist the Spirit Maiden!"
Immediately, an overwhelming, terrifying aura spread throughout the hall.
"We obey!"
"We follow the Master's command!"
All 4,750 Nascent Souls appeared at once.
If this terrifying presence were to leak outside, it would surely cause an earth-shattering shock in the Canglan Realm.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om
Even the Taihuang Palace, which is behind the Calamity, would likely immediately dispatch a Yang God to descend and eradicate Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan squinted his eyes, his expression serious.
"Quickly register an account and help my junior sister with some support."
He casually commanded.
Instantly, the Nascent Souls followed Qi Yuan's instructions, providing support for Jiang Lingsu on the Shenhua Society platform.
Qi Yuan observed these Nascent Souls before him, a thoughtful expression flashing in his eyes.
"As expected, the Heavenly Mirror is indeed somewhat useful. Their condition has improved somewhat.
But they are still far from fully awakening and regaining all their memories," Qi Yuan reflected.
"I wonder when they will fully awaken, recover their past memories, and even begin cultivating on their own."
Qi Yuan pondered this.
These Nascent Souls had great potential.
Each one had the potential to become a Yang God.
However, for now, they remained in a state of slumber.
"I hope the next world will be stronger so I can find some treasures to awaken them all.
If that happens, when facing the Calamity, does he think he's the only one who can rally people? If four thousand Yang Gods take action, they can't be defeated."
As Qi Yuan thought about this, the Nascent Souls finished liking Jiang Lingsu's post and returned to Qi Yuan's body.
Only then did the terrifying aura dissipate.
About half an incense stick's worth of time passed when a familiar figure entered the hall.
"Great Wisdom True Monarch, long time no see." Seeing the newcomer, Qi Yuan greeted warmly.
Great Wisdom True Monarch was his friend and had been quite helpful to him.
Seeing Qi Yuan, Great Wisdom True Monarch's eyes lit up with joy, and he casually sat down on the floor. "You've reached the Nascent Soul stage?"
"Yes, but I'm rather confused about the path to the Purple Mansion, so I wanted to borrow your insights," Qi Yuan replied earnestly.
It could be said that the understanding he gained from conversations with those powerful Yin Gods did not compare to the insights he received from Great Wisdom True Monarch, a fellow Nascent Soul cultivator.
"The path to the Purple Mansion...is indeed difficult," Great Wisdom True Monarch's eyes filled with wisdom. "Remember when I told you that the Nascent Soul is the foundation for the Yin God?"
Qi Yuan nodded. "You're right; both realms contain the word 'god,' indicating a clear connection between the two."
Great Wisdom True Monarch had previously speculated that the Primordial Spirit was a transformation of the Nascent Soul, thus making the Nascent Soul the foundation of the Yin God.
"If the Nascent Soul is the foundation for the Yin God, then isn't it logical to assume that the Purple Mansion is the foundation for the Yang God?" Great Wisdom True Monarch said thoughtfully.
Qi Yuan was momentarily stunned.
This logic seemed sound.
The Yang God is a level higher than the Yin God.
The Purple Mansion is a level higher than the Nascent Soul.
It makes sense.
"But according to your theory, shouldn't the Nascent Soul and Yang God also be connected?" Qi Yuan asked, puzzled.
"Ahem, this is just a bold guess," Great Wisdom True Monarch coughed awkwardly.
Isn't cultivation about bold speculation?
Boldly speculate, and then have the courage to act.
It seems that the Ultimate Principle Realm is only applicable to worlds within the same universe.
If one were to change universes, the ultimate principles would likely be ineffective.
The rules between different worlds differ, just as the rules between different universes differ.
Seeing that Qi Yuan had no response, Great Wisdom True Monarch continued, "I believe that the rules of the Yang God realm and the ultimate principles are extensions of innate divine powers!
So, to traverse the Purple Mansion realm, one must first think of an appropriate innate divine power."
"What if I already have an innate divine power?" Qi Yuan asked.
He had two innate divine powers: the Void Realm Heart Demon Ruler and the Great Forgetfulness Sutra.
"You have one already?" Great Wisdom True Monarch's eyes lit up. "Then just use your innate divine power to create your own cave mansion! The Purple Mansion, after all, is just a cultivator's cave mansion!"
"...What you say kind of makes sense." Qi Yuan said uncertainly.
For a moment, he was hesitant.
Just then, Qi Yuan's eyes suddenly shifted.
At that moment, in the originally quiet hall, the shadow of a door suddenly appeared.
Seeing that door, Qi Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise. "The Gate of Myriad Differences!"
The door before him was incredibly similar to the Gate of Myriad Differences he had seen in the Flowing Wind Realm, but slightly different.
At that moment, a sharp bird cry echoed.
This bird cry was incredibly jarring, like nails on a chalkboard. Anyone who heard it would be driven insane.
In a courtyard, Shi Rulan's eyes were filled with excitement, her body extremely weak. "The Disturbance Bird has appeared! Haha, even a Myth like the Blood-Robed Sword God will fall into madness! The Canglan Realm is saved!"
Shi Rushan looked at his sister with a pained expression, his face also deathly pale.
"The Blood-Robed Sword God is about to fall into madness. We must leave quickly," Shi Rushan sighed softly. "Now that our mission is complete and we only have ten years of life left, we should live for ourselves."
Shi Rulan nodded, her eyes filled with fervor and satisfaction. "We are the saviors!"
This sense of satisfaction brought her far more pleasure and joy than any orgasm.
"I want to see him go mad with my own eyes!" Shi Rulan said seriously, squeezing her legs together.
Shi Rushan nodded, his expression devout. "The trajectory of fate cannot be altered!"
Meanwhile, in the great hall.
The shadow of the Disturbance Bird flapped its wings. Anyone who heard its cry or saw its form would go insane and become disoriented.
Great Wisdom True Monarch looked at the oddly shaped bird, his expression strange. "Are you hungry?"
Qi Yuan touched his stomach. "A little."
"Does it have an owner?" Great Wisdom True Monarch asked tentatively.
For some reason, he felt a bit strange today.
In the past, he was very particular about his meals, focusing on taste, aroma, and presentation.
Yet here he was, inexplicably craving this bizarre, scrawny bird.
It was odd.
"Do you want to eat it?" Qi Yuan looked at the Disturbance Bird and slapped it.
The scrawny bird let out a crazed screech, its face twisted in fury.
It struggled desperately, but Qi Yuan gave it no chance to resist, directly plucking all its feathers.
A wisp of flame appeared between Qi Yuan's fingers.
In an instant, the once Disturbance Bird turned into a roasted bird.
Its aroma was maddening, driving those who smelled it insane.
Yet both Great Wisdom True Monarch and Qi Yuan inexplicably felt hungry.
"This bird has so little meat; it's not even enough to fill my teeth. How about I give you a spirit stone, and I eat the bird?" Qi Yuan suggested tentatively.
After all, it wouldn't be fair for one person to eat everything when they had found the bird together.
Great Wisdom True Monarch hesitated for a moment, looking anxious and reluctant.
He was indeed hungry and had quite an appetite.
However, he was a man of refinement.
The bird was overcooked!
"You eat it. I won't; it's overcooked and won't taste good." Great Wisdom True Monarch turned his head, forcing himself not to look at the bird.