Chapter 52: 【The Great Dao of Gnawing】

"Then, do we still need to find Duan De?" Ye Fan asked.

"No rush." Lin Xian shook his head, then took out a crystal-clear stone from his bosom, looking mysterious: "We still have things to do."

"This... what is this?" Ye Fan looked at the stone with curiosity; it didn't look like a Source stone.

"An Image-Recording Stone." Lin Xian held the reward from the system's check-in and smiled slightly: "Do you still remember the Emperor scriptures in the bronze coffin within the Dragon Coffin?"

"Immortal scripture, Senior, you heard it too." Ye Fan woke up with a start. Back then, when he was in the coffin holding the Bodhi seed, he did indeed hear heavenly sounds from that simple and mysterious bronze ancient coffin.

Later, he asked Pang Bo and others, and they said they didn't hear anything, which made Ye Fan very surprised.

Now it seems that only those who had held the Bodhi seed could hear that scripture.

"That scripture has great mystery. It can not only create oneself but also bless the common people. I need to record it down to do an important thing."

Lin Xian invited: "You have also heard the Immortal scripture. Verify it with me, and let's imprint it on the Image-Recording Stone together."

Ye Fan naturally agreed, but worried: "The Immortal scripture is mysterious, as if heaven-bestowed. We can cultivate it ourselves without issue, but if we recite it, I'm afraid there will be some mistakes, unable to explain the true mystery of the Immortal scripture."

"Man proposes, God disposes. If even holding the Bodhi seed cannot evolve a bit of mystery, then Wan Qing deserves this tribulation."

Lin Xian said softly. Near the Demon Emperor's tomb, he deliberately recited the Azure Emperor's true name, trying to attract the attention of that Great Emperor's Primordial Spirit.

Next, what he wanted to do was to give the scripture left by the Desolate Huang Tiandi to the Azure Emperor's Primordial Spirit in the Desolate Tower, who was trying to evolve the Immortal Domain.

Because among those hundreds of ancient characters, half of them were methods for constructing and evolving the Immortal Domain.

Chaotic Green Lotus, opening the heavens and earth, Immortal Domain evolution, supreme scripture—all this was too coincidental, and the Azure Emperor was a professional match. It was worth a try.

If it fails, Lin Xian loses at most one Image-Recording Stone; if it succeeds, there will be great variables in the future.

Ye Fan and Lin Xian discussed the Dao, verifying it on a small hill for several hours, imprinting all the coffin Immortal scriptures they knew onto the Image-Recording Stone, and they themselves gained something.

"After the Four Extremities, cultivators' demand for resources begins to weaken, and they pay more attention to comprehending the Dao. If you can break into the Four Extremities Secret Realm, this Immortal scripture will be of great help to you."

Lin Xian exhorted, stood up, and walked. He didn't set up a divine rainbow, but measured the earth, exploring in all directions for Duan De's tracks.

Ye Fan's heart stirred, and he followed, asking the doubt in his heart: "Heavenly Master, can the Holy Body really not achieve the Dao?"

Since coming to the Big Dipper, Ye Fan had received too much ridicule. Although his Dao heart was firm and he had never wavered in his heart of cultivation, he was still a bit confused about the future.

So he instinctively sought help from Lin Xian. In his view, although Lin Xian's cultivation was not very high, he came from the mysterious Earth mother star like him, mastered some ancient heritage, and seemed to have read many ancient books, being knowledgeable.

"Yes, who said no?" Lin Xian was surprised: "Even a mortal body can achieve the Dao, let alone a Holy Body. It's just too difficult, so there has been no Holy Body to become an Emperor."

"Then why can't the Holy Body even rush into the Four Extremities?" Ye Fan asked, confused. As the number one physique under the Great Emperor, not even cultivating the third secret realm—this was too ridiculous.

The number one physique before the Desolate Ancient Era had now become a waste body, with too many mysteries hidden within.

"The water is very deep..." Lin Xian seemed to be talking at length, but was actually talking nonsense.

Ye Fan had black lines on his face and said helplessly: "Master Lin, there are no outsiders here; you don't need to speak Earth language."

"Simply put." Lin Xian coughed and said seriously: "The Holy Body offended people. There are layers of tribulations in the world—not natural disasters, but human disasters. Sometimes there are more human disasters."

"Human disasters are solved by people. Next, we are going to find a big backer."

"This Image-Recording Stone is the key. If we can successfully find a backer, the road ahead will be easy to walk."

"Then what if we don't succeed?" Ye Fan didn't want to be a crow's mouth, but involving himself, he was concerned and confused, and couldn't help but ask.

"If it doesn't succeed, it doesn't succeed." Lin Xian laughed: "If it doesn't succeed, we'll find another backer. Kid, the Great Dao of Gnawing is mysterious and profound. There is still much for you to learn."

Ye Fan was instantly stunned. The Great Dao of Gnawing—are there really three thousand Great Daos?

Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back, smiling unfathomably. Naturally, there is. You, Ye Huang Tiandi, are the most crucial link in Lin's gnawing Dao.

Who said the Great Dao of Gnawing can only gnaw on the old? He can also gnaw on the young.

"Even gnawing on the system..." System 10086's resentful voice sounded.

"Cough, cough." Lin Xian argued forcefully: "The matter between the system and the host, how can it be called gnawing? This is called cooperation for mutual benefit. Can the host's business be called gnawing!"

Following that were difficult words, what "community of destiny," what "common interests," which made the system laugh.

Seeking the dragon for thousands of miles, look at the winding mountains; one layer of winding is one layer of barrier. If there are a thousand locks on the gate, there must be princes and nobles residing here.

The great figures of the major Holy Lands blocked the four directions, investigating the whereabouts of the legendary supreme treasure, the Desolate Tower. Duan De couldn't go far even if he wanted to. Finally, after circling several mountain peaks in the east, west, north, and south, the two finally looked toward a water pool.

It was a pitch-black deep pool, silent as stone, without a ripple, emitting bursts of chilling cold air that made one's heart palpitate.

Sitting by the pool was a dripping wet fat Daoist, the cold air from his body eroding the surroundings, turning it into an ice zone.

Ye Fan looked closely—that fat Daoist was indeed Duan De!

Originally radiant, he was now frozen blue and purple, his lips trembling. He kept muttering: "I'm so stupid, really. I shouldn't have come to the Azure Emperor's tomb. If I hadn't come here..."

"Heavenly Master, what happened to him?" Ye Fan was interested and said deliberately: "Could it be that he was frozen stupid?"

"What do you know!" Duan De roared, then deflated, sitting on the ground dejectedly, and muttered to himself: "I hate it..."

Beside him, Ye Fan felt secretly refreshed. Seeing this despicable fat guy so frustrated, he felt extremely refreshed.

Lin Xian laughed and teased: "The most painful thing in the world is putting an Emperor's tomb in front of Duan De, but he can't get in."

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It's like a wealthy family setting a table of delicacies inside their mansion, and outside the door, there's a beggar who has been hungry for three days, eyeing it covetously, drooling, but the guards at the door are big and thick, and one punch could kill the beggar.

At this time, what can the beggar do? He can only watch from outside.

This kind of pain of being able to see but not eat tortured Duan De to the point of wanting to die.

"You, what method do you have?!" Duan De glared, but there was a hint of expectation in his hatred.

Lin Xian knew of the existence of the Demon Emperor's Yin tomb; perhaps there was a way to open it.

Lin Xian smiled without a word, just took out the Image-Recording Stone and tossed it into the water pool, creating a ripple, and then it was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Duan De watched with eager eyes, waiting bitterly for a change.

This wait was six hours, a full half-day of time. ===== CHAPTER 53 =====