Chapter 764: Nine Xia Immortals!

The ethereal sound echoed, swaying in this ancient temple. Clearly the person speaking was in front of his eyes, but the feeling it gave Xu Qing was as if separated by years and years.

As if someone was gently plucking the strings outside of time, making the incoming sound also have the meaning of light and shadow.

The god finger in Xu Qing's body could not sleep, so it shivered even more.

And Xu Qing himself was also surging in his heart at this moment. He could not see through the cultivation of this Xia Xiangong Master in front of him, not even a little bit.

Illusory, looming.

This scene had rarely appeared with Xu Qing's growth.

With the experience he had walked all the way, from rulers to strange things, he had almost seen them all.

Even gods, he had experienced many times.

So for the judgment of aura, Xu Qing had his own reference in his heart, but now... on this Xia Xiangong Master, he could not investigate at all, and could not find a similar reference.

That feeling of the intersection of ancient and today, the fusion of reality and illusion, became more intense at this moment.

And all these feelings finally gathered into mystery, permeating Xu Qing's mind, getting thicker and thicker.

As for the other party's words, under this sense of mystery, the charm was also rendered profound, as if it were the sound of all living beings, turning into echoes in Xu Qing's heart.

"Xia Immortal..."

Xu Qing suppressed the waves in his heart, pondered for a while, and his right hand suddenly raised. The demon-subduing pestle where the Jin Gang Sect ancestor was located flew out instantly and landed in Xu Qing's hand.

"Is what the senior said, this object?"

Xu Qing looked at the Xia Xiangong Master and spoke softly.

The ancient temple was quiet, the lingering sound echoed.

In this silence, the Jin Gang Sect ancestor in Xu Qing's hand was clearly trembling violently. That kind of fear could not be controlled, as if it was facing a god.

And the shadow under Xu Qing's feet also swayed slightly, restraining emotional fluctuations, not daring to be presumptuous.

All this gave Xu Qing more judgment about the cultivation of this Xia Xiangong Master.

After a long while, the ethereal sound rose again.

"Yes, and no."

The plain-clothed woman still sat there with her back to Xu Qing, the sound across the years lingering for a long time.

"Do you know what is Xia Immortal?"

Xu Qing was silent, did not answer immediately, he carefully recalled everything he knew about Xia Immortal.

After a long while, he spoke in a low voice.

"Xia Immortal is a realm."

The plain-clothed woman shook her head slightly.

"Right, and not right, see for yourself."

The moment the sound drifted, the woman raised her right hand and pointed slightly at the first of the nine paintings enshrined behind the candle on the offering table.

Suddenly, the haziness on that painting began to dissipate, and the figure in the painting gradually became clear.

That was an old man, tall, white hair and white beard, rough temperament, holding a golden cane, the material... was bone.

That was not ordinary bone, but god bone.

Even if it was just a picture, the aura was shocking, giving Xu Qing the feeling that this bone actually surpassed the Red Mother!

And clearly it was a static painting, but this old man looked as if he was walking forward, as if stepping on the clouds, full of domineering spirit.

The clothes on his body looked a bit dilapidated, but it did not affect his temperament at all, instead adding a sense of vicissitudes, and his eyes were deep like the starry sky, as if he could see through everything in the world.

Looking at this painting, Xu Qing wanted to remember it, but he found that he could not do this simple thing.

As if... the person in this painting could not be remembered.

"God, cannot look directly, immortal, cannot remember."

The plain-clothed woman's voice was still cold, drifting in the temple hall.

"What you see before you is one of the nine Xia Immortals of the Wanggu Continent. The origin is not the human race. No one knows his specific appearance. The scene left behind is also transformed by the mortal shell of the old man."

The woman spoke softly, and the sense of time was incomparably rich at this moment.

Her jade hand waved again, and the second painting became clear.

The figure in the painting was also an old man, but different from the previous figure, not so domineering, more elegant.

A scholar's robe, long beard dancing with the wind, ruddy complexion, deep eyes, containing Heavenly Dao.

His hair was neatly combed, fixed on the top of his head with a wooden hairpin, and the clothes were embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns, every stitch revealing an extraordinary atmosphere.

That was the aura of a god.

Every stitch actually sealed a god!

"You said Xia Immortal is a realm, this is right, but it is more of a definition of predecessors by later generations. Later generations of Wanggu cultivators, they think that after Spirit-Concealing is Ruler, after Ruler is Quasi-Immortal Great Emperor, and breaking through Quasi-Immortal is Xia Immortal."

The Xia Xiangong Master spoke, waving her hand again, and the third and fourth paintings came into Xu Qing's eyes.

That was a man and a woman.

The woman's skirt fluttered, her face was like an immortal, her long hair was like a waterfall, dancing with the wind, her eyes were like a pool of spring water, waves rippling, and with every smile, she made people intoxicated.

Surrounded by countless light balls, emitting dazzling light, and looking carefully, one could find that those light balls were stars.

As for the man in the fourth painting, his appearance was middle-aged, revealing a majesty between his brows, his hair was dark and thick, hanging behind him.

His eyes were deep, like a pitch-black starry sky, flashing with wisdom. His nose was straight, his lips were thin, giving people a calm and steady feeling.

Under his feet, it was actually a mountain of god corpses!

Golden blood spread, becoming a sea, incomparably shocking.

Xu Qing saw this, his heart shook violently, even through the picture, he could clearly feel the terror of those gods.

Among them, some gave him a feeling not inferior to the Red Mother, and even stronger ones.

But... in front of that man, they were just corpses.

And the voice from the Xia Xiangong Master was still echoing.

"Actually, Xia Immortal was just a title in the earliest time. It was a title for the outstanding ones of Thick Earth by the Huangtian God Realm, lower immortal, lower of upper and lower."

"After that, with the flow of history, lower immortal became Xia Immortal."

Xu Qing took a deep breath. He had never heard of this information in the outside world.

And the Xia Xiangong Master finished speaking, her finger falling on the fifth painting.

This painting was clear, reflecting a boy.

The boy wore a white long robe, his clothes fluttering, full of immortal energy.

The robe was embroidered with gorgeous patterns, showing a noble body, his fingers were slender, holding a whisk, the silk threads of the whisk dancing with the wind, and at the end of each silk thread was tied a star domain.

Within it, countless worlds could be seen, containing all living beings.

As for the boy himself, he looked young, but his eyes revealed ancient meaning, as if he had seen all the states of the world, with rich experience, but his original intention remained, his smile was gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, making people unable to help but fall for him.

"They, a total of nine, come from different races, among which the human race is the most prosperous, with five, which is also the cause of the three Ancient Emperors of the human race in Wanggu."

The Xia Xiangong Master's voice was ethereal, her finger fell, and the sixth painting revealed light.

In the painting was a woman, she was gentle and gentle, like a blooming white lotus, a Daoist robe fluttering, like an immortal descending to earth, long hair flying, willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, beautiful face, skin white as snow.

Her eyes were clear and bright, like a clear spring, shining brightly.

Behind her hung a sword, this sword was pitch black like ink, containing destruction and death.

"The remaining three fell in the ancient war, their immortal thoughts formed fifty-four of the ninety-nine ancient Heavenly Dao."

The Xia Xiangong Master sighed lightly, her jade hand raised and waved, and the remaining three paintings were revealed to Xu Qing together.

These three paintings had some gray and defeated colors. The first was a woman, green silk like a waterfall, skin better than snow, graceful figure, light gauze fluttering, revealing a bit of extraordinary atmosphere, lips like dots of cinnabar, outlining a beautiful face.

Her smile was the best-looking of all the paintings, bright and moving, I think she must have been like the spring sunshine when she was alive, making people feel like a spring breeze, but it is a pity that she has passed away.

Another was a young man, ordinary in appearance, only his eyes were deep, his face was carved with traces of years, and an ancient Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, as if wanting to go with the wind.

The last one, the picture was mostly empty, even if shown by the Xia Xiangong Master, the figure was blurred, vaguely only seeing, that seemed to be an old man.

Although the figure could not be seen clearly, the charm from this painting still entered Xu Qing's perception. He seemed to see an old man raising his hand to support the collapse of the firmament, like a mountain, giving people a feeling of being unable to shake.

"The last one, too late to leave the shape of the mortal shell, can only keep the aura before his fall."

The Xia Xiangong Master raised her head and looked at the paintings on the offering table.

Xu Qing was silent, bowed to the paintings on the offering table, and then his gaze fell on the Xia Xiangong Master, speaking respectfully.

"I don't know why the senior summoned the junior here?"

"The mission of the Xia Xiangong, what outsiders know is to record the history of the Wanggu Continent, but in fact, the Xia Xiangong has another mission."

"Record the cultivation methods that cause changes in the immortal source of the Xia Xiangong."

"Your soul seed triggered the waves of the immortal source, so... are you willing to leave one, eternally stored in the immortal source of the Xia Xiangong?"

"As a contribution, you can also seek a cultivation method from the immortal source to gain insights."

The Xia Xiangong Master spoke softly, the small butterfly on her body, the eyes transformed by the wing totem, flickered at this moment, and the sound from the little butterfly also came out at this moment.

"Ah, it's actually for this, Master, just his broken cultivation method, can it trigger the waves of the immortal source? That is the immortal source!"

The voice carried some dissatisfaction, and even more contained envy.

Xu Qing pondered. He did not expect that the purpose of the Xia Xiangong was actually soul seeds. This matter was nothing to him, but he was curious about the so-called immortal source.

"Senior, what is the immortal source you mentioned?"

The one who answered Xu Qing was not the Xia Xiangong Master, but the little butterfly, emitting a crisp sound.

"That was created by the nine Xia Immortals after raising Wanggu, a great and unique existence that surpasses the Heavenly Dao."

"Its role in the ten thousand worlds of Thick Earth is the source of all cultivation methods and magical powers of Thick Earth."

"All techniques of Thick Earth, most of them come from the immortal source, and are spread in the world in various ways. At the same time, the immortal source is also responsible for collecting some rare and unique Daos, organizing and spreading them again."

"In this way, the flower of cultivation in our hometown can bloom forever, source after source."

"It's really hell, your soul seed, how could it trigger the fluctuations of the immortal source!" ===== CHAPTER 765 =====