Beast Taming: I Have an Immortal Mansion

The moment the Dongzhen Incense was placed in the censer on the Magic Altar, Fang Qingyuan could feel the entire aura of the Seven-Star Stepping Dipper Celestial Sacrificial Altar instantly fuse together. The Command Flag and the Sacrificial Sword were no longer separate items, but were now interlinked, merging into a single, unified entity.

The twenty-foot-wide Magic Altar now formed its own domain. The world within it was separated from the world outside.

Although this separation wasn’t absolute, it could still weaken the Celestial Tribulation’s might when it descended.

This effect was merely an inherent property of the Magic Altar; Fang Qingyuan had yet to formally activate it.

With the Magic Altar complete, Fang Qingyuan began to set up the Jade Chen Awakening Spirit Opening Heaven and Earth Gate Array.

After painstakingly channeling the intricate Array into the jade pendants and Tokens according to their designated positions, Fang Qingyuan sensed its dormant power and nodded in satisfaction.

Next, Fang Qingyuan took stock of the materials he needed for his Core Formation. After confirming that nothing was missing, he ascended the Magic Altar, sat cross-legged, and began to regulate his body and mind, striving to reach his optimal state.

As Fang Qingyuan regulated his breathing in meditation, the area sank into a profound silence. Bear Wind had long since driven away the surrounding demon beasts; there wasn’t a single Qi Cultivating Demon Beast for dozens of miles.

A thousand zhang underground, the dense Earth Spiritual Power from the Tier Four Middle-Grade Spirit Vein began to gather. Half a day later, the Spiritual Power surrounding the Magic Altar had coalesced into a brilliant yellow sphere of light.

Fang Qingyuan was at the center of this sphere of light. The True Scripture of Five Spirits Form-Refinement circulated automatically through his body, while his divine soul sank into a deep meditative trance.

Insights into four different great Daos flowed through Fang Qingyuan’s mind. Simultaneously, he began to repeatedly visualize his Origin Pill Theory. All sorts of images—of carving open the void, of evolving worlds, of a self-contained heaven and earth—surfaced one after another.

An unknown amount of time passed. The reservoir of his divine soul in his sea of consciousness began to dwindle, consumed by his repeated visualizations.

But not one of these visualized images aligned with the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

As time flowed on, Fang Qingyuan had a subtle premonition that the crucial moment was fast approaching.

He didn’t know which visualization it was, but finally, as a fleeting image flickered into and out of existence, Fang Qingyuan’s divine soul instinctively seized the opportunity.

This was undoubtedly a heaven-sent opportunity.

Prolonged deduction and visualization consumed Divine Soul Heart Power. But if he were to rest and recover naturally, his train of thought might grow rigid, squandering all the inspiration he had accumulated from his previous failures. Finding a visualized image that could be recognized by the Laws of Heaven and Earth was no easy feat.

Decisive as ever, Fang Qingyuan’s divine soul acted instinctively from his sea of consciousness. He began to furiously pour his divine soul power into this image, supporting its formation, expansion, and development.

At the same time, as the image of creation manifested, the vital energies throughout Fang Qingyuan’s body converged. He began to channel his Magical Power into the Magic Altar beneath him.

At this point, the Seven-Star Altar had become a single, unified entity, worthy of being called a magical treasure. As Fang Qingyuan’s Magical Power flowed into it, the jade tablet, the Five Thunders Order, the flags, the Sacrificial Sword, and the other components resonated in unison.

As Magical Power circulated within, the various Magical Artifacts on the Seven-Star Altar activated in concert, its power beginning to stir in an orderly fashion.

In the censer, a point of light quietly ignited on the tip of the Dongzhen Incense. A light, ethereal fragrance wafted out, spreading across the Magic Altar before seeping into every acupoint in Fang Qingyuan’s body.

The incense tempered and cleansed both body and soul, expelling impurities and warding off evil. It induced a blissful sensation of floating through the azure heavens and contained a spiritual aura, making it a superb aid for cultivation.

Especially now, when breaking through a realm and facing a tribulation, its proper use could greatly increase the chances of success.

Inhaling the fragrance, Fang Qingyuan felt his inspiration surge. This change was reflected throughout his entire being: his divine soul, his Magical Power, and his physical form. His essence, qi, and spirit intertwined like the strands of a thick rope, then seemed to condense into a flawless pearl that shone brilliantly in the void.

This was the Void Pill, though only in its most basic manifestation. One could say that on the path to Core Formation, Fang Qingyuan had just taken his very first step.

Though it was just a small step, it marked the fundamental difference between existence and non-existence.

He continued to pour in his divine soul power, but the visualized image slowly grew still. This was not a sign of failure. On the contrary, a transformation was imminent.

Then, all images faded away. Fang Qingyuan’s breathing stopped. Although his vital essence continued to circulate, it gradually turned inward, approaching a state of absolute stillness.

An unknown amount of time passed this way. Then, within the near-eternal chaos of his sea of consciousness, an unfathomable spiritual catalyst sparked, bringing with it a single beam of light, the sole variable in the equation.

This was the beginning of all change.

Inexplicably, a few images unfurled within the chaos:

On a bright blue Earth, an office drone was working overtime late one night. Eventually, he got hungry and wanted to grab some ten-yuan skewers. He stepped out to cross the street, and in the next instant, the headlights of a dump truck flared to life.

A soul that should have dispersed was instead intercepted. A collapsing singularity traversed countless thousands of miles through the void, merged with it, and carried the unlucky, bewildered soul away on its return journey.

One hundred and thirty years ago, in a mountain village near Celestial Gate Mountain, a baby was born with a wail. Amidst his cries, a collapsing singularity flickered in his eyes, but his overjoyed parents, even if they saw it, could not have perceived what it was.

One hundred years ago, a gloomy young man with a ferocious expression gritted his teeth and forcefully charged his bottleneck. A moment later, he sprayed a mouthful of blood and his body collapsed to the side.