Chapter 432: Not Letting Go of Any Brick or Tile

Haotian Palace's inner world brims with endless pavilions and palaces, heavenly and earthly spiritual qi gathers, and the mysterious, profound statues and patterns bear the civilization, wisdom, and power of the ancient Dao lineage from the primeval era.

Longling and the others gazed out; upon newly entering Haotian Palace's vast inner space, those towering pavilions and palaces mostly soared into the clouds, hidden among winding mountains and rivers.

They seemed to be sacred bridges connecting heaven and earth, penetrating everything in Haotian Palace's inner world.

Those mysterious buildings were carved from immortal holy spirit stone that never decays, emitting auspicious light; any Universe cultivator entering feels refreshed in body and mind, dispelling all inner oppression and fatigue.

On the treasure walls of the halls, countless gems and pearls of various colors and shapes are inlaid, scattering seven‑colored brilliance in the golden sunlight, as if the stars of the heavens were scattered here.

The jade corridors are made of costly solid blood jade, carved with lifelike mysterious patterns, appearing not only mysterious and solemn but also exuding an ancient, deep resonance.

They saw that many halls had been destroyed by the first batch of cultivators who entered; at the center of the ruined halls lay a mysterious massive jade staircase, from which mysterious runes were now emanating.

As they approached, they felt their bodies suddenly grow heavy, as if about to fall from the clouds, leaving everyone feeling utterly incredulous.

The jade staircase leads straight to the hall's center, where a strange statue sits cross‑legged upon a vast ancient bronze throne.

The ancient bronze throne is carved with mysterious divine‑bird runes and many scenes of ancient alchemists refining pills, though its most central position has already been taken away.

Both the statue and the bronze throne are profoundly mysterious, filled with sacred formations and runes that still emit powerful spiritual power fluctuations to this day.

"These formations and runes are well worth studying; even to this day they continuously absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth to replenish themselves."

"If used on a cultivator, it can not only temper the practitioner's flesh but also strengthen their will, solidifying their Dao heart."

"What's more, if one uses it to suppress oneself, perhaps they can break through the realm's barrier."

Heiyao's eyes flashed with sharp light as she gazed at the jade staircase at the center of the palace ruins, the statue and the ancient bronze throne, and she spoke.

Like the Universe cultivators, they lacked a vast storage treasure; otherwise they could bring these things back for thorough study.

Now the people can only follow the first batch of Universe experts who entered this place, taking from the Primeval Ancient Sect's hidden treasures the most precious portions.

"Quick, look over there—is that a cultivation technique?"

At that moment, a fellow traveler among the cultivators let out a cry of surprise.

Longling led the crowd over; they were all stunned by the scene, having just thought it was a towering ancient tree, never expecting it to actually be a palace.

However the palace had collapsed; the towering‑tree‑shaped objects were actually ancient racks for storing scriptures, the racks were mottled with rust, yet the patterns on them shone with a vivid green light, showing no sign of damage.

The ancient racks were piled haphazardly with countless scrolls; what remained were records of various ancient histories, plus illustrated catalogues of treasures from the Universe Cultivation World.

The valuable scrolls on them, such as cultivation techniques, had all been looted by the earlier cultivators who entered, leaving nothing of importance behind.

"Heifeng, collect these murals as well!"

At that moment, Longling saw Heifeng coming from the ruins of the hall beside the ancient bronze throne and reminded him.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes twitched uncontrollably; they had misjudged, never expecting the Myriad Souls Banner to also be a spatial treasure.

Heifeng received Longling's order: anything of value, regardless of worth, was to be collected first and studied later upon reaching the Universe Cultivation World.

This made Heiyao, Qin Cang, Chilian and the others envy them to death; they could already guess that in this Primeval Ancient Sect treasure hunt, Longling would surely reap the greatest gains.

Seeing that the Myriad Souls Banner's inner space could hold things, they thought that even ordinary secret‑realm items taken out could be exchanged for a great deal of heavenly essence or spirit stones.

"Rattle—"

As the sound of the walls being pried open rang out, everyone discovered that the carved murals were extremely exquisite, each flowing with mysterious light and filled with wondrous divinity.

These murals depict the movements of individual mysterious statues, linked by their positions; they are utterly without order, incomprehensible, leaving everyone feeling that the grandeur and mystery yielded nothing at all.

"After all, it's from the Primeval Ancient Sect; even as a decorative piece back home it would be extraordinary!"

Bibo Xianzi joked, hoping to provoke Longling into a retort and to complain about the statue's secret.

Unlike others, she who possesses an innate Dao fetus is naturally attuned to objects of the Dao's principles; her intuition tells her that the mysterious statues carved into the wall must hide something extraordinary in their strange motions.

"Yes, placing it in the house can ward off evil!"

"It can just replace your function!"

Upon hearing this, Longling reflexively replied, instantly easing the previously tense atmosphere.

Some cultivators covered their mouths to stifle laughter; Longling's words could literally strike someone dead.

Seeing this, Bobo Ji was so angry he stood frozen like a wooden chicken, his face turning white with rage.

Beside the ancient bronze rack, they also saw many stone doors smashed open, clearly stone chambers; the patterns carved there echoed those on the ancient tree, seemingly forming a complete mysterious formation.

Dao Comprehension Chamber, Artifact Comprehension Chamber, Pill Comprehension Chamber, Formation Comprehension Chamber……

These named stone chambers surround the bronze rack, obviously meant for the sect's disciples to temporarily contemplate while borrowing scriptures.

Some of those stone chambers are for cultivators to train, some for pill refiners to study alchemy, some for artifact smiths to forge treasures, and some for formation masters to craft formations……

Each stone chamber still retains a mysterious and solemn aura to this day, evoking reverence and allowing one to imagine the might of its past users.

The entire treasure hall contains endless secrets and power.

Here, cultivators can feel the flow of heavenly and earthly spiritual qi, grasp the true essence of cultivation, and sense the wonder of the power of contemplating the laws.

This is a genuine treasure land, captivating to behold.

"I never imagined the Primeval Ancient Sect's supreme teaching would be so extraordinary……"

By independently opening a mysterious space as a treasure trove, it not only provides the sect's members a place to contemplate cultivation, but also helps them obtain what suits them here.

"Such methods are lacking even in the Primeval Ancient Sect and the Five Great Ancient Royal Clans!"

Qin Cang's eyes flickered with sharp light as he spoke.

In the chaotic ruins he found a few withered vines, showing no vitality, yet he still collected them.

He is a cultivator of the Wood Emperor Ancient Clan, practicing the wood origin great Dao, wishing to comprehend the patterns on the ancient teng vine to perfect his Dao.

"Let's go; there's nothing of value left here!"

Longling said.

The crowd followed behind her; as they stepped out of the ruins they heard a rattling sound.

They turned their heads to see all the earth, stones, bricks and tiles flying toward the vortex in Heifeng's Myriad Souls Banner in his hand, causing most of the cultivators present to stare with twitching eyes.

They saw Longling give Heifeng an approving glance, leaving everyone feeling utterly speechless.

It sweeps clean everything in its path, not even willing to leave a broken brick or tile behind.

However, after thinking about it, everyone can understand.

After all, this is the world opened up by the Ancient Great Teaching; most of the things inside cannot be found in the present Universe Cultivation World.

The Ancient Great Teaching's treasure storage space transcends the mundane world; everywhere is filled with a holy aura, as if it were the dwelling of immortals, with layers of auspicious clouds surrounding the sky.

Golden rosy light shines through the clouds, divine radiance and auspicious colors abound, making the whole Haotian Palace's world appear pure and unfathomable.

Everyone followed the path of the earlier cultivators who had entered this place, continuing deeper.

Another magnificent divine palace building radiates a splendid gold-and-blue light; it is a structure resembling a skull, under the sunlight the crystal-clear palace walls shimmer with rosy light, and floating runes sway with a mysterious undulation.

Around this skull-like heavenly palace, layers of gardens entwined with immortal energy guard it; in the garden, rare flowers and exotic grasses compete to bloom, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

However, at this moment the garden has become chaotic; many of the precious medicines in the garden have been taken by others.

What remains in the garden now are plants with mediocre medicinal and divine properties, plus occasional strange worms dancing in the garden, unwilling to leave for a long time.

"The skull of the giant race?"

At this moment, Bibo Xianzi exclaimed in shock.

Her beautiful, water-like clear eyes fell upon the golden skull, and her face showed a shocked expression.

As his words fell, many fellow cultivators traveling with him suddenly looked at Bibo Xianzi, wanting to ask about the secret of the giant race.

"It is said that the giant race are innate humans, cultivating the power of the ancient immortal flesh."

As giant race cultivators increase their realm, their bodies will enlarge without limit; it is said that the supreme giant race sovereign can cover and destroy a star field with a single hand.

I also saw this in some hidden classics; I originally thought it was just a simple story, never expecting that the giant race actually exists!

Bibo Xianzi exclaimed in shock.

At this moment, other cultivators were also shocked to the extreme, all sucking in a breath of cold air.

They are now becoming increasingly curious about this mysterious Ancient Great Teaching.

To forge a magnificent heavenly palace from the colossal skull of a giant race, even the titans of today's major Dao traditions could not accomplish this!

Everyone continued to look at the crystal-clear skull divine palace; its mouth opened, and inside the lower part there is a huge immortal pool.

The pool water is clear to the bottom, with lotus flowers floating on the surface, each emitting a faint immortal light.

Beside the pool are two stone stools and a stone table; the chessboard carved on the tabletop displays wisdom, with the Dao and principles intertwined.

"Look quickly over there, how could there be an illusion?"

At this moment, Chilian pointed at the undulating mountain ridge above and exclaimed in shock, his face turned pale with fright.

Everyone followed the sound and looked, only to see within the illusion fragments of immortal mountains, the mountain ranges undulating, clouds and mist entwined.

Within those mountains lie countless immortal caves, each from time to time flying out many mysterious treasures and silhouettes.

Even on some mountain peaks, immortal bridges appear, connecting the various immortal mountains; on the bridges immortals often walk, their robes fluttering, as if deities descend to the mortal world.

All the cultivators present saw this, their faces involuntarily twitching; the illusion was mysterious and beautiful.

Stars sparkle in the sky, complementing the youthful cultivators passing through, forming a splendid picture scroll.

Melodies of immortal music echo in the air, accompanied by the immortals' singing, making people feel refreshed and happy, forgetting worldly worries.

"That projected illusion and the recorded place must surely be a supreme blessed land filled with immortal and spiritual aura, a sacred pure land for cultivation, seemingly existing in the river of time, continuing to this day."

"No need to be nervous; it is merely a segment of projection from the ancient era recorded by electromagnetic memory on the mountain body, with no aggressiveness."

Longling came to everyone's side at this moment, after slightly sensing it, he blurted out.

The mountain range beneath the projection is red; it should be due to the influence of the lightning law of this place, accumulating over time to become magnetic; on a thunderous night in the ancient era, a segment was recorded, the living memories of some cultivators of this supreme great teaching.

On that crimson mountain body, the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy gathers; some cultivators seem to have deciphered the essence of the projection on the mountain body, and now they are shuttling between the crimson mountains seeking opportunity.

Those cultivators wear various colored garments, their gazes all focused on a cave at the mountainside flashing with strange light; then, under violent attack, they each obtain a yellow bead emitting mysterious light.

"Yuan magnetic treasure spirit!"

Heiyao suddenly exclaimed.

The yuan magnetic treasure pearl possesses a mysterious power to control yuan magnetic force; it is the ultimate treasure dreamed of by cultivators, and for treasures forged from iron-type materials it has a suppressive effect, able to reduce their terrifying power by thirty percent.

Know that in cultivator duels, every move decides life and death; if one can reduce the opponent's attack power by thirty percent, then under the same realm, one who possesses the yuan magnetic treasure pearl can overwhelm the enemy.

At this moment, the cultivators present could not restrain themselves; since the projection has no offensive power, then this vast magnetic mountain is a treasure land!

Everyone saw Heiyao rushing toward the magnetic mountain, and they all refused to be outdone, each deploying their dharma treasures and methods, advancing toward the cave entrance emitting rosy light.

The inner walls of the cave are smooth as a mirror, reflecting various lights, as if they were artworks meticulously carved by nature.

The yuan magnetic force flows within the cave, causing those who rush past to have to be careful, lest they be affected by this force.

In the winding, twisting cave, strange runes are everywhere, these runes emit a faint light, as if they are narrating ancient secrets.

Facing the unknown, the cultivators all carefully released protective spiritual energy, forming a light shield around their bodies to prevent unexpected incidents.

At the deepest part of the cave there is a huge natural crystal; within the crystal floats a bead emitting seven-colored light, exactly the legendary yuan magnetic treasure pearl.

The pearl is embedded at the center of the crystal, and the yuan magnetic force forms a protective shield; any iron-type treasure that strikes it will be sucked away.

Everyone, seeing that treasures cannot be used, all unleashed their strongest divine abilities to violently attack the crystal, in order to break the crystal's guard over the yuan magnetic treasure pearl.

Some pointed their fingers like swords, emitting sword qi to break the void; others condensed spiritual power into form, attempting to break the crystal's protective shield.

Repeated rumbles echoed in the yuan magnetic mountain; some cultivators rushed out as their caverns instantly collapsed, flashing above the mountain ridge, their faces showing excited expressions as they gazed at the treasure bead in their hands, eyes glazed.