Chapter 762 - 537: Blood Drop Map
The Eight Treasures Palace is deep, the hall is serene and profound.
Chen Sheng sits cross-legged on the meditation cushion, his posture like a pine tree, his breath steady as a mountain. With a light wave of his sleeve, a faint and ethereal Dao breeze is stirred, and an ancient jade box lands in his palm.
The jade box is mottled, engraved with ancient blood patterns, cool to the touch, with a faint circulation of blood energy.
With a flick of his finger, a soft "click" is heard, and the jade box opens in response.
A dazzling blood light suddenly shoots up, piercing the dim darkness of the chamber, bathing the entire hall in a crimson glow.
The blood light is like a ribbon, neither overly fierce nor intense, yet inherently possesses a heavy force that shakes the soul.
Within the blood light, an ancient scroll slowly unfurls, its yellowing silk displaying blood patterns that seem alive, with infinite blood energy rushing forth.
Strangely, this blood energy is not ferocious or bloodthirsty, but instead exudes an innate Dao rhyme, clear and far-reaching, inviting enlightenment.
The "Blood Drop Map"!
A treasured item for enlightenment, persisting for ten Primordial Assemblies, aiding cultivators in directly touching the source and enhancing their comprehension.
"Two hundred fifty thousand contribution points, my entire fortune."
Chen Sheng, endowed with four major aptitudes, each mysterious, pondered for thousands of years, deducing them billions of times, finally choosing the blood path, moving forward without hesitation.
"The blood path hides the secrets of life and death, contains opportunities for creation, most fittingly aligning with my Hundred Generations Book Cultivation Technique."
"Let’s begin!"
Without further hesitation, he lightly taps his finger, injecting a strand of his life essence primordial qi into the ancient map.
The blood map explodes, transforming into boundless blood light, like tides and waves, enveloping him completely, vanishing his figure in an instant.
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In the boundless void, all sounds cease.
A drop of fresh blood, origin unknown from the depths of chaos, seemingly insignificant as dust, yet landing before one’s eyes, it appears as heavy as the universe, containing endless mysteries and encompassing all.
Just one glance, and Chen Sheng’s heart spirit is completely drawn in, devoid of even the slightest distracting thought.
In his sea of consciousness, billions of threads of the blood’s original source appear out of the void, slender as hair, yet indestructible.
They intertwine, coil, and evolve, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, ultimately forming the bloodlines, bodies, and life force of infinite beings...
"What an eerie drop of blood..." Chen Sheng’s heart spirit trembles, secretly marveling.
"It surprisingly contains such infinite creation, even the subtle mysteries of the law of heaven and earth are vaguely unveiled, allowing a direct touch to the essence!"
This is the first time he truly touches the core essence of the blood path.
His previous thoughts and insights were like viewing flowers in the mist, seeming yet not, ultimately separated by a layer. But now, the myriad mysteries within the drop of blood were like seeing the sun through the clouds, like a sudden epiphany, making him feel clear and refreshed.
He only felt that the blood path laws he comprehended before were merely the tip of the iceberg, superficial and insignificant.
"The profundity of the Dao is endless. What I have seen in the past is like a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at the sky."
"The higher the Dao, the boundless it becomes. The difference from past to present is not a mere inch, but worlds apart."
Chen Sheng gathers his heart spirit, wholly immersed within, comprehending every strand of mystery, every trace of Dao rhyme in the drop of blood.
He sees the beginning of life, the manifestation of the mysterious womb, the foundation of all living origins.
And blood, is the framework for all this, the carrier of life force, the hub of life and death!
In an instant, countless profound insights surge into his sea of heart, waves of Dao sounds reverberating in his sea of consciousness, distinct and precious, each word a gem.
"The portal of the mysterious womb, is the mother of blood, nurturing the foundation of all living beings..."
"A single thought opens and closes, blood draws the mechanism of the mysterious womb, the Dao hides the secrets of life and death, manifesting and concealing..."
"The Dao is the invisible hidden, blood is the visible manifested, manifesting and concealing mutually give rise, the virtual and the real mutually depend, this is the true essence of the blood path..."
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Time slowly passes by, in the void, with no days or months, no cold or heat.
That seemingly insignificant drop of blood quietly undergoes an earth-shattering transformation.
Within the drop of blood, the mysteries of the blood path continuously grow, endless creations quietly evolve, strands of pure blood energy, slowly spread out, nourishing the surrounding void.
Prototypes of dimensions and worlds silently gestate within the blood energy, initially taking shape, harboring the primordial Dao rhyme of the creation of heaven and earth.
Stars rise and fall, the sun and moon rotate, living beings multiply, life force thrives.
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Unknown ages have passed, the tiny drop of blood has vanished without a trace.
Replaced by an endless, vast river of the mother of life.
The mother river surges, flowing ceaselessly, its waves roaring with the sound of thunder, majestic and unmatched, spanning the entire void.
Within the river, countless worlds rise and fall, countless dimensions intersect, living beings multiply, life force flourishes, boundless and vast.
Evidently, it contains a complete universe, harboring the ultimate mystery of the blood path, the ultimate answer to life and death.
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Twenty thousand years past, an instant as fleeting as the white horse passing a gap, gone in a flash.
On this day, in the chaotic void, a receiving immortal boat, entirely glowing white, breaks through layers upon layers of space-time barriers, steadily advancing.
On the immortal boat, spirit light radiates, Dao rhyme flows, faint celestial music discernible.
On the boat, cultivators, all top Great Powers of the Void Refining Realm (Long Saint Realm) from the Grand Thousand worlds of Taiyi and the Spirit Realm.
Each with an aura deep as the abyss, vast as the ocean, dressed in splendid golden robes, belts fastened with jade, with graceful demeanor; others in simple Daoist robes, holding dusters, possessing celestial appearance and Daoist bones.
Each one’s expression contains some reservedness of a cultivator, and yet also bears an undeniable expectation and fervor.
"Immortal Mountain inheritance, heaven-defying opportunity!"
"Even in Void Refining, one can comprehend Supreme Divine Techniques, touch the mysteries of the law, and break through to the realm of Dharma Master... if only I could achieve my wish this time!"
"In the Treasure Vault of Immortal Mountain, countless wondrous treasures exist, all sorts of enlightenment treasures..."
"As long as one can pass through the mountain and seize the gate, and acquire contribution points, all can be exchanged!"