Chapter 325: National Treasure

Zhang Jian never thought he would participate in the Battle of Yuan Chi in Guanzhong.

This battle is too risky.

The number of powerful participants is too great.

Moreover, there is basically nothing inside that Zhang Jian needs to strive for, so he plans to take the opportunity to return to his sect to see if he can find a wondrous method of time.

Two figures departed momentarily, but Jingming Daoist still needed to gather the cultivators in the Dongshen Guan, reorganize, and arrange the restoration of order in Haojing City.

Zhang Jian, however, returned shortly after leaving.

A vast Yang Shen divine sense swept through the void, his figure moving swiftly, arriving instantly before a surviving palace pavilion.

"Xuan Yang Palace!"

Gazing upon this ancient palace hall scarred by war, Zhang Jian's eyes flickered.

The treasure that stirs his three Son of Heaven destiny patterns is located here.

Zhang Jian stepped into this ancient palace; the Dongshen Guan guards who guarded this palace had all been slain, yet Zhang Jian could still see some corpses from part of the collapsed offering towers.

Zhang Jian walked to the center of the palace gates; the vast palace grounds were covered with floating decay, but this did not display the civil and martial achievements of the Great Qian's High Ancestor; instead, it depicted ancient sages suppressing demons, enduring hardship, and opening the chapter of humanity's prosperous age.

At the center stood a massive ancestral golden statue.

It was the golden statue of the Xuan Yang Ancestor.

The Xuan Yang Ancestor, the Xuan Yang Dao Zun, is the supreme deity revered by Dongshen Guan; it is said he also transmitted the thunder law to the founder of Dongshen Jiao, and he is an ancient immortal from beyond the realm.

Zhang Jian's gaze shifted; his eyes held something strange, as he discovered his Yang Shen divine sense could not even detect the treasure's location—only when the Son of Heaven destiny pattern drew near did he feel a faint sensation.

Moreover, this sensation was extremely weak.

Zhang Jian searched for a moment, and his gaze finally fell upon the futon beneath the Xuan Yang Ancestor's golden statue.

With a slight thought, he casually waved his hand, moving the futon aside, yet saw nothing unusual about it; his thought shifted, and as he waved his hand, a strand of Yang Shen divine power shot from his palm into the ground, penetrating deep underground, and after a moment he finally sensed a small spatial node.

"How hidden it is!"

In Zhang Jian's eyes and divine sense, this storage space concealment disguises itself within the sub-layer void law realm, so it's no wonder he missed it.

Even many of the rampant palace-ruining He Dao True Lords overlooked it.

He thought for a moment, took out the Dong Emperor Treasure Mirror in his hand; the mirror light shone, and shortly afterward he discovered a seven-colored, variegated seal in the deep sub-void troposphere; with the Dong Emperor Treasure Mirror assisting, he soon comprehended its profundity, a divine light shot into it, breaking the magical seal.

Immediately afterward, a stream of light shot out from within.

It was a small jade box, inside which swirled a dense dragon aura, the Purple Micro Emperor's aura.

Holding this object, Zhang Jian felt the three great Son of Heaven destiny patterns deep within his fate stir—the Purple Micro Star destiny, the Stabilizing Heaven and Earth destiny, and the Red Virtue True Lord destiny—thrumming with restless desire, a deep yearning arising within him.

Zhang Jian's eyes showed some surprise.

He did not know what treasure could cause his three great Son of Heaven destiny patterns to react so strangely.

He casually pointed and opened it, and immediately saw the jade box open; within, a dragon's cry rang out instantly.

Seeing this, Zhang Jian's expression changed slightly; the map of mountains, rivers, and the state unfolded around him, forming a barrier that enveloped the surrounding void.

Momentarily, a red light shot from before his eyes, like a fire dragon coiling and soaring into the sky, rolling with waves of heat.

Zhang Jian casually plucked it, taking it into his hand.

Only to see a red light violently jumping in his palm, as if it wished to fly out at any moment.

Within the red light was a treasure bead resembling a flame.

Inside the bead, a red dragon coiled and soared.

"This treasure is..."

Zhang Jian grasped this treasure bead; his eyes held some astonishment, as he sensed the bead contained an endless, vast dragon aura and emperor's aura, which flowed from his palm into his body, allowing the three great Son of Heaven destiny patterns' dragon aura within him to gradually condense, his destiny image faintly advancing further.

This change made Zhang Jian's eyes gleam.

This is a treasure for suppressing and enhancing dragon aura, and its function resembles that of many holy king relics heard of in legend.

Gazing at the fire dragon wandering within, Zhang Jian recalled a treasure recorded in a miscellaneous record rumor.

The Chixiao Lie Fire Pearl.

It is said this object was nurtured by a red dragon between heaven and earth, and is the condensed dragon vein of a dynasty forged by ancient holy kings.

The Holy Ancestor who founded Former Shu obtained this object, believed to be born of heavenly mandate, and at times he established Former Shu's over six-hundred-year reign; when Shu fell, Great Qian also once searched desperately for this object, but it is said the object had long been lost by Former Shu.

Zhang Jian faintly felt this might very well be that lost national treasure.

He did not know who had hidden it here!

Perhaps the one who hid the treasure had already perished.

Thus, the treasure naturally became lost.

Gripping this fiery red treasure bead, Zhang Jian felt that if he refined it into his destiny pattern, he could certainly advance his destiny pattern further.

"What an unexpected gain!"

A hint of a smile appeared in Zhang Jian's eyes.

Actually, this Chixiao Lie Fire Pearl and the Red Dragon Pearl have similar effects, though the Red Dragon Pearl is even more precious, for it can suppress national fortune and nurture the dragon vein.

The wonder of this pearl mainly lies in supplementing one's own dragon aura; its function is singular.

But just this one aspect makes it a precious treasure for cultivators seeking to walk the holy king's path.

Gaining this benefit, Zhang Jian's mood lightened considerably for a time.

With this treasure, he could completely condense a fourth Son of Heaven destiny pattern, or simply let one of the three existing Son of Heaven destiny patterns advance further—either choice brings great benefit.

Zhang Jian actually felt some gratitude toward the Dongshen Jiao founder.

Thanks to this founder slaying the primordial spirit true person of that holy king's clan, otherwise others would not sense it, and the Shun Wang bearing the Son of Heaven destiny pattern would certainly detect it.

……

Tong Shan Dao Lineage, Main Peak Jade Pool Peak

Within the vast Dao Palace, there is also a lotus pond; at this time, the pond water glows milky white, and within the pond, clusters of lotus flowers with green stems and leaves grow in groups, many still in bud, not yet blooming.

While Zhang Jian was refining the Tai Xiao Fire Pearl, he saw countless white mists drifting within the lotus pond, violently fluctuating, and an invisible rhythm burst forth from within.

This fluctuation continued without pause, immediately drawing the attention of several Tongshan Elders guarding the pond's edge.

A mere glance was enough for them to fix their gaze on a flower bud about to bloom—a bud of the soon-to-open Scarlet Lotus.

Seeing this, one elder with pure white hair and beard immediately said:

"Record it at once, record the surge of fortune, the peak of fortune……and go fetch the Sect Master, just say the Jade Pool has changed!"

Soon after, dense footsteps came from outside the main hall—Ming Daoist, wearing a high crown and wide sash, dressed in ancient robes, appeared first, followed by several elders with varied expressions.

As several figures entered the door, they looked toward the Jade Pool before them, where fortune was vast, a milky-white radiance bursting forth, like countless light curtains shooting straight to the ceiling.

Numerous delicate light pillars surrounded the nine enormous milky-white pillars within the hall.

To establish within the sect such a tangible fortune-observing hall, monitoring the sect's fortune changes, is rare even in the void beyond the realms.

At this moment, in the lower Jade Pool, lotus plants took root in the pond, their green stems extraordinarily long.

Each lotus actually carries meaning, respectively representing a part of the inner disciples, true transmission, and even the elders' status, while the blooming portion represents the confirmation of the primordial spirit and the cancellation of the death register.

Meanwhile, in the lotus pond, another red lotus was exceptionally special—one red lotus had formed three flower buds, and at this moment a fourth bud was also forming, while the lower lotus leaves were densely packed; such a sight is rare even within the entire Jade Pool.