Chapter 005: The Anomalies of the Daoist Canon, Blood Sacrifice of Talismans and Treasures
In the previous life, with profound knowledge of cultivation and an extraordinary perspective that far surpassed ordinary people, coupled with that altered "Daozang," if Wu Luo still cannot break through to the realm of Qi perception on the spot, then it would truly be a disservice to himself from the previous life
Five days, a full five days, comparable to Zuo Chenyi. How on earth did this kid manage it?
Mu Yi Binglang let out a cold laugh, glancing sideways with disdain and said: "You certainly put on quite a show, but how many times have you tried? You can't even pass the most basic test of aura perception, so what are you doing here?"
Everyone quickly agreed, naturally showering compliments on the soon-to-breakthrough Mu Yi Bing Lang. Wu Luo remained silent throughout, as if these people did not exist at all
The chains were insatiably greedy. After a meal's time, they finally seemed to have drunk their fill of blood and gradually fell silent. The formation below began to emit spiritual light, delicate strands fluttering like fine hair, weaving into a light cocoon no larger than a grain of rice around the chains. Subsequently, the brilliance of the formation dimmed until it vanished. However, that petite light cocoon floated three inches above the table, rising and falling in a rhythm akin to breathing. The chains were insatiably greedy. After a meal's time, they finally seemed to have drunk their fill of blood and gradually fell silent. The formation below began to emit spiritual light, delicate strands fluttering like fine hair, weaving into a light cocoon no larger than a grain of rice around the chains. Subsequently, the brilliance of the formation dimmed until it vanished. However, that petite light cocoon floated three inches above the table, rising and falling in a rhythm akin to breathing.
Rong Tian was drenched in cold sweat upon seeing Wu Luo suddenly appear, finally letting out a sigh of relief as he sat down on the ground. His crotch was damp, and a foul odor emanated from him, having been so frightened that he wet his pants.
Wu Luo paid no attention to the astonished crowd behind him. As the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness, his perspective was extraordinary, and he naturally would not stoop to the level of someone like Mu Yibinglang. In fact, Wu Luo did not regard Mu Yibinglang as a rival at all; the latter's significance was far from sufficient.
Mu Yibinglang suddenly shouted: "The fool must have gone mad, quickly take him down!"
He wore the hair chain around his neck and went out
The formation slowly rotated under the impetus of the essence blood, and the chains, as thin as strands of hair, coiled into a ball, with a single drop of blood capable of completely soaking it
Wu Luo was somewhat surprised; in his previous life, using this method to refine a magical artifact, even a first-grade artifact required only half a drop of essence blood. What could be the reason for this?
If one were to mention any close associates of Wu Luo in the Ruolu Prison, it would undoubtedly be Tuoba Taotian. Tuoba Taotian is robust in stature, yet he is actually of a similar age to Wu Luo. However, having already reached the "Nine Palaces" realm, Tuoba Taotian has long become one of the leading prison guards, a position far beyond that of a "waste" like Wu Luo.
How is this possible? The fool is actually able to cultivate?
Upon revisiting the Daozang this time, I find that this edition before me differs slightly from the one I read in my previous life
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After the formation was completed, he placed the chains within the formation and squeezed a drop of fresh blood from his finger onto the chains, initiating the ritual refinement
In fact, Wu Luo, who was retreating, did not feel the slightest bit of complacency. The breakthrough in the realm of Qi perception, accompanied by extraordinary phenomena, was simply inconceivable for people like Mu Yibing and Lang. Even the occurrence of just one of these events would cause them to rejoice for seven days, waking up with laughter in their sleep; however, for Wu Luo, all of this was taken for granted
What Wu Luo contemplated was the altered "Dao Zang." Wu Luo had also once comprehended the ancient demonic scripture "Cang Mang Jing." According to Wu Luo's perception, this altered "Dao Zang" was by no means inferior to the "Cang Mang Jing." Unfortunately, it was evident that this "Dao Zang" only contained the initial segment, meaning it could only facilitate the cultivation of the Baoshan realm, laying the groundwork.
How is this possible? This worthless figure actually made it up here.
If the prison is vast beyond measure, even the lowest-ranking servant would have a room to themselves.
Before him lay a void of chaos, within which the philosophy of "Dao" was subtly concealed, comprehensible only through intuition and not expressible in words. Immersed in this profound fundamental philosophy, Wu Luo lost track of time in a daze, completely unaware of how long had passed.
Although everyone is reluctant to believe it, the facts are right before our eyes, and disbelief is not an option
Although Wu Luo cannot be considered the savior of Tuoba Taotian, he carried him for dozens of miles through the mountains, sustaining numerous injuries and bleeding profusely. This bond, however, has been etched in Tuoba Taotian's heart. Over the years, had it not been for the tyrannical protection of Tuoba Taotian, Wu Luo might not have survived to this day
Wu Luo let out a loud roar: "Whoever does not intend to let me replace him in the Abyss of the Departed, just continue!"
Wu Luo is still a minor character after all, not worthy of anyone's attention at such a late hour.
Indeed, although Zuo ChenyI persisted for five days, he ultimately went mad and fell into the demonic path, could it be that?
Tuoba Taotian was thin and frail, only seven years old, yet he had already withstood the toxicity. After waking up, he became unstoppable; not only did he grow stronger, but his progress in cultivation was rapid, allowing him to quickly stand out among his peers. He was promoted from a servant to a prison guard, and then from a prison guard to a team leader
Wu Luo felt somewhat perplexed, as the previous version of the "Daozang" was stolen by him from Zhongnan Mountain, one of the nine great heavenly gates. It should be infallible; could it be that this version of the "Daozang" by Rolu Yu is erroneous
Mu Yibinglang listened to the surrounding servants mocking Wu Luo, feeling quite pleased. Why were these people trying so hard to belittle Wu Luo? Was it not to curry favor with themselves? Although he was still young, he particularly enjoyed this feeling of being the center of attention.
However, this cannot truly change anything; at most, Wu Luo has transformed from a useless fool into a useful fool. In their eyes, Wu Luo remains a waste who cannot cultivate. In the realm of cultivation, being unable to cultivate means that everything is in vain; even if one has great utility, they are merely a tool to be used.
The void of chaos has finally begun to dissipate, the door before me remains a door, and the words remain words
Only Tuoba Taotian, filled with joy, stepped forward and patted Wuluo's shoulder vigorously: "Good, good!"
Wu Luo ascended from the Abyss of the Departed unscathed, boldly declaring that he could descend on behalf of everyone. Although some remained skeptical, the way others looked at Wu Luo had changed somewhat. Regardless, no one would dare to provoke Wu Luo at this moment.
This journey to the Abyss of the Departed can be described as both gains and losses, filled with ups and downs. Even Wu Luo, upon reflection, couldn't help but shake his head and let out a sigh.
The volume of the Daoist Canon on the back of the gate of the Lu prison, its engraver remains unknown, yet the strokes exhibit a myriad of dynamic forms. Upon closer inspection, it seems as if each character is alive, struggling to break free from that great door, yearning to roam through this world.
The people around had not yet recovered from their shock. When Mu Yibing shouted, they suddenly came to their senses and rushed towards Wu Luo in a flurry
That black box did not need to be carefully stored; even he took a while to realize its extraordinary nature. In the entire Ruolu prison, no one would discover that this wooden box was a treasure, which is why he casually placed it on the table, making it less suspicious
Everyone is puzzled and increasingly feels that the recent series of events is quite strange, which has led to a newfound respect for Wu Luo. The cultivation world operates in such a manner that those who cannot cultivate are deemed useless, but once one is able to cultivate, the future becomes uncertain.
Once the hour of the Rat had passed, if there was a slight disturbance in the Lu prison for a moment, the cultivators who were meditating each took their rest. However, Wu Luo remained seated on the mat, motionless. Only when everything outside had quieted down did he slowly open his eyes.
It was only then that he realized the immense spiritual essence contained within even a single drop of his blood in his previous life, and in this life... It is better left unsaid
Wu Luo's gaze scrutinized the crowd, particularly fixating on Mu Yibing's wolf-like eyes, which further fueled his impatience: "Hmph, what are you doing with those thieving brows and rat-like eyes? I warn you, if you cannot manage yourself, do not disturb others in their contemplation; otherwise, do not blame me for taking action to drive you away"
However, what Mu Yibinglang said is also quite reasonable; without innate wisdom, one is destined to find cultivation difficult. Moreover, being a simpleton, one should not be able to cultivate at all.
Mu Yi Bing Lang can be said to be the most disliked person by "Wu Luo" in the entire Ruolu Prison. He is about the same age as Wu Luo, and the two grew up together with many children in Ruolu Prison. Mu Yi Bing Lang is a genius, particularly fond of targeting "Han Zi" Wu Luo. At the age of five, Mu Yi Bing Lang once stood on a wall and urinated on Wu Luo's neck. After turning ten, he bullied Wu Luo almost every other day, and whenever he learned a new technique or spell, he would definitely seek Wu Luo for "practical training," beating Wu Luo to the ground in front of many people.
Isn't it that Hanzai's luck is particularly good
The same character conveys the same meaning, yet it is expressed in different forms. However, it is precisely these subtle variations that give this "Daozang" a distinctly different impression.
He silently recited it several more times in his heart, and with each recitation, he could feel an increasingly profound sensation. After three to five repetitions, there were no longer any words in Wu Luo's eyes, nor the gates of the Ruolu Prison, and even the Ruolu Prison itself, along with the entire universe, had vanished.
Wuluo and Tuoba Taotian are not the type of individuals who easily express their emotions. Tuoba Taotian believed that Wuluo was dead and went into a frenzy, causing chaos in the Rolu prison, disregarding everything. Wuluo was unharmed, yet he only uttered a few kind words and said no more. After escorting Wuluo back to his residence, Tuoba Taotian nodded, with blood-red chains wrapped around his waist and a heavy iron sword resting on his shoulder, his footsteps thunderous as he walked away.
Wu Luo remained silent, re-adjusting his posture to sit cross-legged, attuning his entire being to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth
The crowd has already captured him, and amidst the clamor, some are insisting on feeding him the Qingming Pill, while others are demanding to confine him in the Demon Severing Array
In a moment's time, the chain completely absorbed that drop of blood, and it seemed to still be lacking. The chain lightly clinked, making a faint sound, as if urging Wu Luo to continue feeding blood.
Wu Luo also understood that his insistence on seeking a scripture of the level of the "Cang Mang Jing" was somewhat excessive. In fact, with his experiences from two lifetimes, especially since he was the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness in his previous life, his understanding of cultivation scriptures was undoubtedly far superior to that of others. Even ordinary scriptures, when practiced by him, would yield results with half the effort.
The "Cangmang Sutra" can no longer be cultivated. Given Wuluo's current status, he cannot find any texts that hold a comparable position to the "Cangmang Sutra" within the righteous path. In light of this, Wuluo has no choice but to lower his sights and seek out those well-known, ordinary foundational texts.
After a while, Wu Luo had already arrived at the outer area of the map, and upon seeing the astonished gazes all around him, he couldn't help but pause for a moment. Yet, no one reacted. In exasperation, he cleared his throat loudly, and only then did the crowd suddenly awaken, followed by a buzz of discussions as if a pot had exploded.
Mu Yizhuo and his son looked at Wu Luo in astonishment. While Mu Yizhuo was somewhat restrained, Mu Yibing's wolf-like eyes were filled with disdain. He curled his lip and muttered to himself, "It's just a stroke of luck. A useless person will always be useless. Does he really think he can be compared to Zuo Chenyu? Hmph!"
Wu Luo stood up, patted himself all over, and walked away with his hands behind his back. Before leaving, he did not even glance at the crowd, showing complete disdain even towards Mu Yibing and the others.
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Only Ye Nian'an seemed to be unperturbed, with a faint smile that revealed his inscrutable nature. He clasped his hands and, disregarding the others, quietly departed without a sound
At the age of seven, the two went out to play together. On the way, Tuoba Taotian was stung by a poisonous bee and fell into a coma. Wu Luo carried Tuoba Taotian on his back and walked dozens of miles through the mountains to return to Ruolu Prison, kneeling on the ground and pleading with the elders of Ruolu Prison to save Tuoba Taotian
Tuoba Taotian was also worried about Wuluo going mad, and he had no time to argue with Mu Yi about the wolf strategy, so he hurried to check on Wuluo
Alright, today I might break through to the Baoshan realm and enter the 'Nine Palaces.' At this critical moment, I won't stoop to the level of this little fool. If he wants to waste his time here, so be it.
However, Wu Luo, already exhausted and collapsed on the ground, took a moment to catch his breath before quickly getting up to sit in meditation and focus his mind
There are several key moments in a day for cultivators: the early morning at the hour of the Rabbit, noon at the hour of the Goat, and midnight at the hour of the Rat, all of which are excellent times for meditation and absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth
This contemptuous attitude ignited a surge of anger in Mu Yibing's heart, and he slammed his fist hard onto the ground: "Fool, daring to flaunt your power in front of me, I will ensure that you meet a miserable end"
A wave of confusion washed over him: Is this really the Daoist Canon that these people see? Then why did he just see something different? He pondered this endlessly, yet felt a secret joy in his heart, realizing that this was also the arrival of his own opportunity
Mu Yibinglang disdainfully remarked: "Indeed, you still refuse to give up. I wonder how many times you need to be struck down before you understand that your existence as a fool is merely to highlight how extraordinary a genius like me truly is..."
In his previous life, Wu Luo had also collected orthodox texts for comprehension, drawing connections to aid in his elevation of understanding. He had indeed read the "Daozang" several times; having reached the level of the Southern Wilderness Emperor, his primordial spirit was immensely powerful, allowing him to remember everything he glanced at.
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He pierced his left thumb, causing a few drops of blood to ooze out, and then, using the tip of a needle, he meticulously drew a complex array on the table with his own blood
Once the ritual fails, Wu Luo will no longer be able to use this magical artifact. He is currently destitute, and such an obviously extraordinary artifact is extremely important to him. Wu Luo can only grit his teeth and endure the pain, but within the span of a meal, he has already turned pale, as if he hasn't seen the sun for decades
Wu Luo carefully examined it once more and finally understood what felt different: the characters were still the same characters, the sentences were still the same sentences, but among them, a few inconspicuous characters had been replaced with variant forms.
In the past, there were great sages who held the Daozang in high regard, stating that it was a source of great power. They believed that daily contemplation and exploration of it could yield significant insights. It is likely for this reason that some people have placed the Daozang at their main entrance, yet no one knows for certain when this practice of inscribing it on books began
Soon, Wu Luo cried out in regret, for he had already cut open his wrist, allowing blood to gush forth wildly, yet the strand of hair chain showed no signs of being sated at all
Ye Nian'an checked and smiled as he told Wu Luo not to worry, as Tuoba Taotian had turned misfortune into fortune. It turned out that the poisonous bee was a rare spiritual insect known as the "True Spirit Bee." Although its venom is potent, at the moment of the sting, the essence of the bee also enters the body of the stung. As long as one can endure the toxicity, the essence of the True Spirit Bee will nourish the body and greatly aid in cultivation
Tuoba Taotian is most averse to being called "Hanzi" by others, and he shot a fierce glare at Mu Yibinglang, who, however, seemed unfazed and instead smiled provocatively at him
Similarly, no one knows why Tuoba Taotian appeared in Ruolu Prison. When he first arrived here, he was so thin that he seemed like a bag of bones, dirty as if he were a little monkey. All the children were unwilling to play with him, except for Wu Luo, who was sincere towards him, perhaps because they both shared a common plight
Everyone looked at Wu Luo, and indeed, it was that simpleton. The crowd quickly shook their heads: "Impossible, how could someone who lacks even the slightest insight be stronger than Zuo Chenyu?"
Before he could finish speaking, a myriad of spiritual lights converged from all directions, rushing towards Wu Luo. All thirty-six thousand pores on Wu Luo's body opened simultaneously, absorbing all this spiritual energy into his body. Immediately, he opened his mouth and let out a loud roar towards the sky, a beam of seven-colored brilliance resembling a flying sword shot out from his mouth, soaring up to a height of sixty zhang, astonishing like a swimming dragon, it turned nine times before returning to his mouth
Wu Luo also found it somewhat strange. Even though he was the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness in his previous life and his knowledge far exceeded that of these individuals, how could they have spent so long comprehending the Daoist Canon without any discoveries?
No one dares to believe it
Indeed, that chain of hair, Wu Luo could sense, if refined, would undoubtedly become a weapon of extraordinary power, not inferior to Tuoba Taotian's Bloodlight Chain
Wu Luo's body trembled slightly, and he regained consciousness. Looking at the others, they were still frowning in contemplation, deeply engrossed in the text, trying to extract some alternative meanings from this "Daozang".
Indeed, you are an idiot, and you still wish to cultivate? I fear you might not even understand what the words above mean, hahaha
When Wu Luo shouted that phrase, everyone fell silent. It was not because they were deep in thought, but because they were all taken aback once again
As the crowd surged forward, Wu Luo quickly waved his hand, saying, "I am fine, not crazy, not crazy, don't..."
No one dared to refute, yet they felt it was unlikely. How could a mere realm of emotional perception produce such a myriad of spiritual lights and colorful phenomena, as if a blind cat had stumbled upon a dead mouse?
Wu Luoshi slowly walked up from beneath the Taiji diagram, and the entire venue fell into a deathly silence, where even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. Over a hundred people were left dumbfounded, their jaws nearly touching their chests
The reason for the transformation of this "Daozang" left Wu Luo utterly perplexed. He secretly resolved to frequently check behind this great door to understand what was happening, as it might lead him to the scriptures beyond. He quietly turned back and cast a distant glance at the dark, foreboding prison gate, feeling even more curious: he had never heard of any continuation of the "Daozang"; this Lu Prison was indeed mysterious
Generally speaking, only cultivators who have surpassed the "Baoshan" realm and entered the "Jiugong" realm are able to refine weapons. However, Wuluo possesses certain means that allow him to begin the ritual of refining magical tools even at the Qi Sense realm
He couldn't help but take another look at the intricately inscribed "Daozang" on the door. To his astonishment, the previously altered key characters had all reverted back, now resembling exactly the "Daozang" he had seen in his previous life.
He took the strand of hair chain off his neck, preparing to refine it.
Peering through the crack in the window to look outside, confirming that no one was secretly watching him, he cautiously secured the doors and windows from the inside. After waiting for a moment, he finally felt at ease.
Tuoba Taotian let out a long sigh while gazing up at the sky, murmuring something incomprehensible. After a moment, he lowered his head and looked at Wuluo with a sense of relief, his tiger-like eyes slightly reddened, continuously nodding and saying: "It's good that you came out, it's good that you came out..."
Wu Luo returned to the room, secured the doors and windows, and sat at the table to catch his breath for a moment
In fact, if there exists a foundational text widely circulated throughout the righteous path of the entire cultivation world within the Ru Prison, it is called the "Dao Zang," which can be observed by all behind the main gate of the Ru Prison
Do you really think that just because you stumbled upon some good luck and managed to come up from the depths of despair, you are any different from before? You are still that foolish person, destined to be foolish for this lifetime, a fool who will never turn their fortunes around
Mu Yibing was furious: "He lacks the aptitude for enlightenment, what good is his cultivation! He is merely lucky recently..."
His body and mind have completely immersed themselves in this text of the Daozang
Wu Luo saw the contemptuous provocation from Mu Yibinglang, and memories of Mu Yibinglang suddenly unfolded in his mind, causing Wu Luo to become enraged.
Mu Yibinglang was just boasting, but unfortunately, he had been waiting to break through the "Nine Palaces" realm without success. Meanwhile, Wuluo easily completed the first level of Qi perception, as if a loud slap had directly struck his big mouth, leaving him feeling embarrassed and awkward.
Everyone was taken aback; Mu Yizhuo and his son were indeed shrewd and calculating. They were the first to react, and their expressions immediately turned extremely grim. Mu Yizhuo flicked his sleeve and turned to leave. However, Mu Yibing felt dissatisfied; he gestured with his pinky finger towards Wu Luo, shaking his head in disdain. He then followed his father out as well.
However, at this moment, Wu Luo's expression was calm as he walked over to find a place to sit down by himself, quietly contemplating.
Wu Luo first examined the gains from this journey to the Abyss of the Departed. That destiny talisman, which should have been quite precious, remained unremarkable. He turned it over and over, yet still could not find any distinctive features.
The surrounding servants were all dumbfounded; just moments ago, Wu Luo had broken through the "Qi Perception" barrier, and the spectacle was truly astonishing. Even Mu Yibing and Lang back in their day had never experienced such a dazzling display of spiritual light and colorful brilliance
Tuoba Taotian kicked Rong Tian out of the stone tower: "Get lost! If you dare to bully my brother again, I won't let you off easily!" Rong Tian rolled out beneath his foot like a ball.
Five days, and still a normal person! Even Zuo ChenyI wouldn't be able to manage that...
The young servants around would never miss such a good opportunity to flatter the horse. They began to mock Wu Luo in a cacophony of voices.
When Wu Luo arrived at this place, he happened to encounter Mu Yi Binglang accompanied by seven or eight young servants, who were also studying this "Dao Zang". If it had been the old Wu Luo, he would have certainly taken a detour to avoid these people, pretending he had never been there, in order to avoid being bullied
Such a divine talisman of destiny, which is not of high quality, is not something that Wuluo dares to cultivate lightly, for once chosen, it cannot be replaced