Chapter 151: Tracing back to Duan De, the Dark Emperor’s Dao, the Dao Seed of Heaven and Earth; the Dragon Vein is formed, and another one is opened

Every mountain, river, stone and tree in Qishi Mansion may contain insights left by predecessors. There are countless scriptures and letters from predecessors in the Sutra Repository.

Now, hundreds of thousands of years of treasures from the entire Qi Shi Mansion are open to Mu Wushuang. He has no time to waste and only wants to indulge in the joy of cultivation.

“It’s really a great place!”

Mu Wushuang’s powerful spiritual sense lingered on ancient trees and rockery, and he discovered that many of them contained insights left by predecessors.

He left his thoughts on a rockery with great interest, and then went into the Sutra Library on his own.

Endless!
There are countless classics!

After entering, he first looked at a stone tablet. When he probed his spiritual consciousness into it, he could see the division of classics in the Sutra Library.

It is recorded which floor, which area, and which type of classics are placed.

Mu Wushuang’s heart beat violently for a rare few times. The Qishi Mansion had been established in ancient times and had stood for hundreds of thousands of years. How many books were there in the collection?

Even the Sutra Library of Wanchu Holy Land is dwarfed by the Qishi Mansion.

Mu Wushuang strode in. Apart from an old man who was dozing off at the door, there was no one else there, and he didn’t see any disciples.

The boundless sea of ​​books is the most prominent scene in the Sutra Library of Qishi Mansion!

The vast expanse of blue waves, boundless and boundless, are all transformed by books. The scene is so spectacular that it is shocking.

Occasionally, when a big wave comes, you can see countless books tumbling, the fragrance of books overflowing, the light of inspiration flashing, and the wisdom of the sages scattered in the vast river of time and space.

These books are made of paper, jade, bamboo, wood, gold, stone, and even clouds, mist, and rays of light…all of them can become books and carry wisdom.

This is a vast ocean of books, with no end in sight.

Deep in this sea of ​​books, some places are gray and have changed into strange shapes, like immortal birds and beasts struggling to fly in the distant sky, as if trying to break free from their restraints and fly to the outside world.

Wandering among these books, the knowledge recorded in these ancient books seemed to come alive, and Mu Wushuang was comprehending the truth contained in them every moment.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, he “saw” some books, every word of which was full of wisdom, and his spirit was filled with energy and light.

At this moment, his own extraordinary understanding made his heart clear and bright, his mind became extremely open, the three thousand great Dao seeds in his body were trembling slightly, the Dao light was dense, the mist was steaming, and all kinds of strange visions were ringing.

This was planted when he was going through the Heavenly Tribulation of the Dao of Slashing in the past. During the Heavenly Tribulation, he understood the Dao and the Law of all the powerful people in the past.

At this moment, the three thousand great way seeds are roaring with the wisdom of the sages contained in this vast sea of ​​books. The gods are arranged and combined to be more perfect. The divine chain of order is intertwined, and in the distance, a jade butterfly-shaped object is gradually solidifying, as if manifesting as a real object.

At this moment, he seemed to have escaped from the realm of power and entered a peculiar realm, like the incarnation of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

It is not the improvement of strength, realm, or Taoism, but the transformation of the state of mind.

Every time he finished reading or organizing a book, it was of great help to his practice.

Walking in the sea of ​​books, Mu Wushuang improved his cultivation and foundation at an astonishing speed in the realm of the third king of immortals.

From that day on, Mu Wushuang immersed himself in the Sutra Repository, reading the manuscripts of previous generations and appreciating their wisdom.

A month had passed, and there were still strong men coming to meet the young God Emperor.

At the same time, many geniuses began to apply for the Qi Shi Mansion, but only a few were accepted.

Behind each of these geniuses lies a powerful force.

Mu Wushuang didn’t pay too much attention to these things. He continued to study and practice in the Scripture Pavilion of Qishi Mansion.

In the outside world, outstanding contemporary geniuses were famous in Zhongzhou, and the students of Qishi Mansion began to be gradually stratified and tacitly divided into different levels.

The Four Kings of Beidou, such as the Northern Emperor Wang Teng, the Central Emperor Xiang Yufei, the Southern Demon Qi Lin, and the twin generals who can almost be regarded as representatives of Mu Wushuang in the younger generation, are undoubtedly the top ones.

Ordinary students are at the bottom of the social ladder and few people pay attention to them.

For example, Ye Fan’s friends and descendants of big bandits, such as Li Heishui and the like.

Mu Wushuang had also seen them from afar and had no idea how they had managed to get in.

……

Another half month passed.

Mu Wushuang, who rarely walked out of the Sutra Repository, walked through the Qi Shi Mansion. The mountain ranges looked like giant dragons, full of spiritual energy.

The environment here cannot be compared even to the current Wanchu Holy Land.

In fact, the foundation of this Qi Shi Mansion is quite amazing. Except for the fact that it may not have the ultimate imperial weapons, it is definitely not much worse than the ultimate forces such as the ancient Ji family and the four immortal dynasties.

As a neutral place, so many great emperors and great saints have received favors from this place and given some things casually. The foundation of Qi Shi Mansion is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

On this day, the deputy master of Qishi Mansion brought him a token and told him that he could enter the fairy world with this token.

Several years ago, because of Mu Wushuang, the Immortal World was opened ahead of schedule. Although the Immortal Burial Ground was emptied by him, the vast Immortal World is also a Feng Shui treasure land.

Over the years, Qi Shi Mansion and many forces in Zhongzhou have been committed to the exploration of the Immortal Mansion world. They have developed the vast Immortal Mansion world to a large extent and even transformed it into a place for the trial of geniuses.

Of course, it is only limited to the inner and outer parts of the Immortal World. The burial place of the Emperor in the deeper layer is still a mystery.

Mu Wushuang had no interest in pointing this out, so it was fine to just let things take their course.

Mu Wushuang was walking in a fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, where there were beautiful mountains and rivers, rugged rocks, and towering ancient trees. This place was the fairy world.

Now, when he revisited the old place, although only a few years had passed, Mu Wushuang had a feeling that everything and everyone had changed.

However, the next moment Mu Wushuang felt that God was indeed kind to him as he ran into an “old friend” whom he had met too late.

At the same time, on the other side——

Duan De saw the blue-clothed figure approaching him step by step, and he cried out in his heart that his day might be over.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

The surrounding space had long been blocked by Mu Wushuang. Duan De was just a small scum in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. Unless he could return to his former state of Taoism in advance, he would have to swallow this loss today no matter what.

“Master, I remember you still have the hunting order from Wanchu Holy Land on you. Oh, and the hairpin on your head, I remember it was lost from Wanchu Holy Land. Hey, Master, your wooden sword seems to be from Wanchu too.”

“Oh, Taoist priest, the big bag you are wearing is from Wanchu Holy Land…”

“Hiss, the same is true for gourds…”

“Tsk tsk, Taoist priest, where did you get so many treasures from my family?”

Mu Wushuang asked seriously.

Duan De’s heart was bleeding, his Tongtian Hairpin was gone… He had obtained it by digging up the tomb of a saint in Zhongzhou.

The peach wood sword was gone too. He was in a forbidden place…

Then, there is his magic gourd…

The Qiankun bag filled with treasures obtained from tomb robbing over the past decade…

In the end, even his purple ribbon Taoist robe disappeared from his body…

Duan De stared blankly at himself, his body was completely empty except for his white clothes…

It’s all gone!!
Gone!!! Swish.

His single garment also disappeared from his body.

He stood on the ground shirtless, revealing his fat belly…

At this moment, Duan De felt a chill all over his body, a very chilly feeling…

At this moment, the man’s eyes looked him up and down, as if judging whether he had anything valuable on him.

There were many things floating around that man, all of which were treasures obtained by Duan De through his diligent “archaeology” over the years.

Looking at Mu Wushuang’s finger that seemed to be “whatever it pointed at would disappear”, it seemed that it was going to take away even his pants.

Duan De’s old face finally turned red, and he was furious: “Fuck Wuliang Tianzun, the wise and mighty young God Emperor, I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again.”

By the end of his words, he could not help revealing his sadness of wanting to cry but having no tears.

It hurts!

So sad!!!!
The moment he saw Mu Wushuang’s face, Duan De recognized who Mu Wushuang was.

There is no way not to recognize him. Now, the entire Eastern Wilderness and even a large area of ​​the ancient Big Dipper Star are circulating with the image of Mu Wushuang’s face and deeds.

Of course, it was not only because he recognized Mu Wushuang that Duan De felt so depressed at the moment, but more because Mu Wushuang himself was the Holy Son of Wanchu Holy Land.

He was really unlucky. That time when he went to Wanchu Holy Land for “archaeological research”, he was discovered before he could even do anything, and a hunt down order was issued.

Although he had “archaeologically” investigated the ruthless man’s dojo over the years and obtained half of a supreme imperial weapon –

But he ran into the world’s number one genius, the Wanchu Saint Son Mu Wushuang, who had already killed the Dao.

Even if he mastered that half of the supreme imperial weapon, in the face of such absolute strength, he would have no room for resistance at all.

After all, the man in front of him not only carried two quasi-imperial weapons, but also a Qinglian imperial weapon.

He could only pray that the Wanchu Holy Son would consider that he had not been able to “archaeologically” conduct an archaeological excavation in the Wanchu Holy Land, and that this time the Holy Son happened to personally deliver treasures to his doorstep, allowing him to take so many treasures for free. This would be considered a meritorious deed, so he would just take some treasures.

Duan De naturally knew that not long ago, Mu Wushuang used the imperial soldiers to kill several ancestral kings and many powerful men from ancient clans in the Northern Territory.

Mu Wushuang finally kept Duan De’s pants, out of consideration for the Emperor of Heaven who lived thousands of years ago, and to give his old friend some face.

But Duan De was really rich. He had just plundered everything on Duan De’s body, and found many things that could penetrate into the wood without even a trace of an eye.

And you should know that Duan De’s most important treasures are usually hidden in the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

Duan De said with a bitter face: “If I had known that you were in Qishi Mansion, I would have personally come to apologize. Alas…”

His face was filled with regret and he looked extremely painful.

He knew that these things had been snatched away by Mu Wushuang and he could never get them back, just like when he had stolen other people’s things in the past.

Duan De, who had been cheating, robbing and smashing things, finally experienced what it felt like to have his things robbed.

Then, he looked at Mu Wushuang with a bitter face and said, “You see, I was doing “archaeology” that day because I needed to study history. And I was discovered by Great Elder Wanchu before I even made any move. I was also hunted down for a long time. Plus, you also stripped me of my clothes. Should we stop here?”

Duan De had a miserable look on his face and looked at Mu Wushuang pitifully.

Mu Wushuang’s eyes flickered as he said, “If I let the Taoist priest go, I can’t guarantee that he won’t cause me trouble in the future. After all, a thief can only steal for a thousand days, but you can never guard against thieves for a thousand days.”

Duan De heard this and immediately understood what to do. He bit his tongue, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and smeared it on his forehead:
“I swear here that I will never touch any treasure related to you, Saint Son, in my lifetime. If you break this oath, I will suffer a heavenly calamity.”

He vowed without hesitation.

At the same time, taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Wushuang secretly intercepted a drop of Duan De’s blood, then he released Duan De’s “Drawing the Ground as a Prison” power and said, “Since that’s the case, Taoist Prisoner, please step down.”

Duan De was overjoyed, and quickly used his divine power to conjure up clothes, saying, “I’ll take my leave, goodbye.”

As long as my life is saved, it’s good.

Duan De has already escaped tens of thousands of miles away, and the sky is silent.

Blue sky and white clouds floating.

Duan De, who wanted to cry but had no tears, felt empty. He knew that there was no way for him to take revenge in front of Mu Wushuang, the world’s number one genius, in this life.

Besides, he had just sworn that he would never be able to do anything to Mu Wushuang in this life.

I can only be cursed until the next life.

In the next life, I will dig up the grave of this world’s God Emperor!
……

In a corner of the fairy world, Mu Wushuang opened up a hidden cave and set up a protective formation. Then he took out a drop of Duan De’s blood that he had intercepted earlier.

Time passes little by little.
As the supreme being in front of Mu Wushuang collapsed, a mysterious Taoist rhyme began to emanate from between heaven and earth. The aura emanating from Mu Wushuang became more and more mysterious, and a powerful breath of life was blooming.

The sound of chanting was grand, as if it came from a distant mythological era, breaking through time and space.

Mu Wushuang fell into a mysterious state. His divine thoughts merged into the void, blending with heaven and earth, communicating with the avenue, and connecting with the origin of heaven and earth.

In the void, the Dao rhyme around Mu Wushuang became more and more mysterious. One could even see fragments of Dao flying around, and mysterious lines emerged and extended out.

The laws of order between heaven and earth flowed through his mind, constantly evolving.

Endless Dao patterns appeared on the four poles of the human body, drawing the power of heaven and earth for Mu Wushuang, gathering it in the secret realm of vitality that was being nurtured in his body.

There is a Qiankun Dao Seed there, which melts the essence and strengthens Mu Wushuang, allowing his aura to rise instantly, and he seems to be superior to this world.

“boom!”

The moment the Qiankun Dao Seed fell, the secret realm of Yuan Qi in Mu Wushuang’s body and the spiritual veins connecting his body boiled in an instant, as if a singularity explosion had occurred, detonating the entire sea of ​​Yuan Qi.

In the Wheel Sea Secret Realm, chaos exploded, yin and yang energies circulated, the power of creation and the power of the end were intertwined in the Taoist Palace, the three elements of heaven, earth and man were constantly circulating, and fire, water and wind appeared in the Four Poles Secret Realm.

The entire world inside the body was changing rapidly, transforming from particle state, gas state, liquid state, and solid state. Mountains, rivers, lakes, plants, and flowers all appeared.

Mu Wushuang sat cross-legged there, like a celestial god, quietly comprehending the mysteries of the creation of the universe.

The target of tracing this time is not the Heavenly Lord of Tribulation that Mu Wushuang has always imagined, but the Emperor of the Underworld who has mastered the art of gathering sources, founded the underworld, and is both the teacher and friend of the Emperor.

At this moment, if someone could see into Mu Wushuang’s body, they would find that in his unformed Qi Secret Realm, there was a seed of the Way of Heaven and Earth taking root.

At this moment, Mu Wushuang seemed to be at the center of heaven and earth, in harmony with the avenue of heaven and earth, peeking into the origin of the universe, stealing the wonders of Xuanhuang, connecting with the mysteries of the avenue, and absorbing the creation of the outside world.

This is a supreme Tao seed, which is like the integration of the Taoism of Hades Emperor throughout his life. It is profound and unfathomable. With Mu Wushuang’s current realm, he can only get a glimpse of the surface.

Such profound Taoism is something that the so-called Yuan Tianshi of later generations may not even have grasped the surface of. It is the true supreme mystery of proving the Tao with Yuanshu.

And more importantly, as the Qiankun Dao Seed took root in the Yuanqi Secret Realm, Mu Wushuang felt that his Yuanqi Secret Realm, which had been progressing slowly, was taking shape rapidly, and the evolution of the spiritual veins in his body was unknown how many times faster.

During this process, the power of the dragon veins in the Immortal Mansion World was rapidly gathering—

Countless dragon auras permeated Mu Wushuang’s body. Under Mu Wushuang’s control, the nine ancestral veins and 129,600 small dragon veins of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm gradually took shape, turning from virtual to real.

Nine ancestral veins guard the secret realm of vital energy, and 129,600 branch veins are spread throughout every corner of Mu Wushuang’s body, connecting the major secret realms of the human body.

(End of this chapter)