Chapter 35: Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe

"Ah, damn it, how did he become so strong?"

Jian Yue seemed to have seen a ghost, his already withered primordial spirit trembling incessantly, unbelieving.

Two divine souls devoured each other, straight to the Mythic Realm.

If breaking through to Myth Realm were so easy, there wouldn't be so few Myth Realm cultivators over thousands of years.

Absurd!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Normally, when two divine souls devour each other, one grows strong while the other perishes, or both suffer mutual destruction, but never would two divine souls fuse into one.

But this situation happened right now, not only did it happen, but an unknown reaction occurred, a final leap straight into Myth Realm.

"Xiong Ba, you've just entered Myth Realm; when two tigers fight, one must be injured. Why not we shake hands and make peace? Let me temporarily reside within your body. Of course, I won't take advantage of you for nothing—I can teach you my unique art, Yuantián Jianjue."

Jian Yue forced a smile in his consciousness. This Xiong Ba was truly too strange; continuing to fight, he might not be a match for him.

"This junior has the same thought. Having finally entered Myth Realm without yet admiring the great rivers and mountains, this junior is unwilling to suffer mutual destruction with senior."

"Ceasing hostilities here is the best choice. Senior is willing to impart supreme arts to this junior, so this junior shall naturally return the favor and will surely find a body of exceptional aptitude for senior in the future."

Xiong Ba was overjoyed upon hearing this, his words revealing the joy of surviving a calamity, promising to find a suitable possession target for Jian Yue.

"Haha, good, good. I indeed didn't misjudge you—righteous and lofty, with the caliber of a Martial Saint."

Jian Jue showed a look of appreciation, seeming very optimistic about this junior.

"Since that's the case, we count to three, then simultaneously withdraw our powers."

"As senior wishes."

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Let go!"

"Kid, you don't keep your word!"

Jian Yue felt utterly exhausted, gnashing his teeth in hatred for this Xiong Ba. Xiong Ba had just put on a righteous appearance, but after counting to three, not only did he not withdraw his True Qi and release his divine soul, he instead attacked even more fiercely.

Truly, senior and you are heart-to-heart, while you scheme against senior.

"Hmph, old thief, you have the same thought yourself."

Xiong Ba was naturally suspicious and would never believe Jian Yue's one-sided words. If such clumsy acting could fool him, how could he have conquered such a vast Tianxia?

Jian Yue, Xiong Ba's strong killing intent unhidden—this body will have only one master.

If not successful, then become benevolent.

Sword light rose like a dragon, True Qi swept across all directions, thousand-pound boulders rolled down, ground into powder by True Qi sword light.

The slaughter grew more violent; fierce True Qi sword intent shook all directions, and the already precarious mountain cave collapsed completely.

After a long while.

A bloodied hand stretched out from the ground amidst the ruins covered in wounds, voice cold and eerie:

"Heaven did not kill this old man. Jian Bei, Yuantián Jianjue, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Ancestral Sect..."

Tianxia Society.

Jiang Xuan sat high on the sect master's throne, a mass of five-colored liquid in his hand shifting into various shapes—one moment condensing into a pair of gloves, the gloves shifting shape again into a sword.

"Worthy of the name God Stone; its wonders far surpass the other three."

The Fengyun World has long had legends of the God Stones. The four God Stones are respectively called Ice Soul, White Dew, Black Cold, and the last one, simply called God Stone.

Ice Soul can prevent corpses from decaying; White Dew was forged into the Snow Drinking Mad Saber; Black Cold was forged into a peerless fine sword.

In Jiang Xuan's view, these three God Stones, though strange, were nothing more than that.

But the fourth God Stone interested him—it could transform into weapons of various shapes, practically a liquid weapon.

Bu Jingyun knelt on one knee holding his sword, completely submitting to the Lord in his heart. Everything was truly as the Lord had said; this trip yielded great gains.

Not only did he complete the task of finding the God Stone, but he also obtained a peerless fine sword for himself.

Thinking of the peerless fine sword's sharpness and spirituality, Bu Jingyun couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his mind.

This sword's power surpassed all divine weapons under Heaven. Even more precious was that it was heart-connected with him—countless martial artists dreamed of unity of man and sword, which he could achieve effortlessly.

He was not a pure swordsman, but that did not hinder his compatibility with the peerless fine sword.

A peerless fine sword—simply forged for him by nature.

In the Tianxia Society secret chamber, Jiang Xuan swallowed the God Stone in one gulp. This God Stone was also an opportunity for him now.

On Jiang Xuan's cultivation path, his fundamental cultivation method had the Eight Trigrams Furnace; his attack methods included Heaven and Earth Furnace and Heaven's Will Slays Immortals, created based on the Eight Trigrams and fusing various arts. He needed a "passive defense" divine ability.

The God Stone had excellent malleability and could change shape freely. As for the second magic treasure, he already had an idea.

Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe!

Impervious to blades and spears, invulnerable to water and fire, indestructible as diamond, Purple Ribbon naturally formed.

This was a top-grade magic treasure containing the principles of Yin-Yang and the Eight Trigrams. The meaning of Purple Ribbon lay in being difficult for anyone other than noble immortals to obtain.

The Hongmeng Treasure Mirror naturally contained more powerful and terrifying defensive treasure imprints, but Jiang Xuan lacked the corresponding materials. A clever woman cannot cook without rice. For now, the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe was the best choice. Besides its passive defense function, it could also mutually verify with the principles contained in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, enhancing his understanding of cultivation.

Divine Fire rose up, and the God Stone in the Eight Trigrams Furnace completely turned into a mass of liquid.

Under Jiang Xuan's Primordial Spirit control, it gradually formed a purple Daoist robe, displaying nobility to the fullest.

Countless mysterious symbols danced, embodying the principles of Yin-Yang and Eight Trigrams transformations to the utmost, imprinted upon the Daoist robe, giving a feeling that ten thousand laws could not invade.

One day, ten days, one month.

"Next is the final step—fuse!"

The Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace suddenly unfurled, passing through his body to cover Jiang Xuan's entire skin, gradually integrating into it.

He felt every inch of his skin as if filled with power, mysterious runes flashing on his body's surface, the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe gradually merging.

His skin and the magic treasure were constantly adapting to each other.

This process continued for three days.

He discovered that after integrating the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe, his skin underwent a transformation. A faint radiance appeared on the surface of his skin, making it even more indestructible.

Clenching his fist slightly, his entire skin tightened, all his Force turning into an unstoppable power, condensing power to the extreme.

Jiang Xuan made his finger as a sword, divine power surging, and suddenly slashed at his wrist.

The sound of metal striking metal rang out; at his wrist there was only a barely perceptible scratch, which disappeared in an instant.

"This defense..."

Even with Jiang Xuan's broad experience, he was somewhat unsettled at this time; just now he had completely lowered his defense, yet could only leave a faint trace.

That sword just now was enough to make a Myth Realm master of the martial world take seriously, yet could not injure him in the slightest.

Besides this, his skin's perception of the outside world became more acute; light, gentle breeze, stars, Dadi, every slightest change, he could clearly perceive.

His skin seemed to have become his third eye; not only broad perception, even a speck of dust falling onto his skin he could clearly perceive, and he even felt that Mysterious Qi, danger, goodwill and malice, he could perceive ten times more clearly than before.

This change made Jiang Xuan very expectant.

Although the various divine powers of the second magic treasure had not been fully developed, they already showed initial wonder.

As his cultivation realm deepened, the wonder of the magic treasure would thoroughly be shown along with the deepening of his Dao Attainment.

His cultivation path was never as simple as forging a magic treasure and then melting the magic treasure into his flesh.

More importantly was the understanding of the Dao; as Dao Attainment deepened, the wonder of the magic treasure would gradually become more powerful along with the deepening of Dao Attainment.

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