Chapter 790: My Name Is Liu Bei |
“That is only a cultivation attitude. The failure of the Primordial Pill might signal a calamity. It will affect all cultivators,” Laozi replied calmly without any fluctuation in his tone.
The Holy Mother of Order said, “I don’t know why it failed, but a supreme existence said that the Primordial Fiendcelestial who stirred up the Great Dao Immeasurable Calamity has yet to be born.”
Laozi was deep in thought.
The Holy Mother of Order continued, “Many ancient existences want to become Primordial Fiendcelestials. The Primordial Pill might be one of their methods.”
Laozi said, “Thank you for your guidance, Holy Mother.”
With that, he turned around and prepared to leave.
“Laozi, do you think the Dao Ancestor also wants to become a Primordial Fiendcelestial?” The Holy Mother of Order’s voice floated over again.
In an instant, the clouds in the sky stopped moving
With his back facing the Holy Mother of Order, Laozi asked, “The Holy Mother does not enter karma or fate. Why do you care about the Dao Ancestor’s fate?”
Laozi left after saying, “If Teacher really becomes a Primordial Fiendcelestial, my sword will definitely point at him.”
The world fell into silence.
Inside the Hundred Peak Immortal River.
Han Jue ended the simulation trial. After hundreds of battles, he could finally easily kill a thousand Foolish Sword Sages. He even tried to challenge two thousand. Although it was difficult, he was not helpless.
Even without using the Primordial Divine Rage, every Fiendcelestial Dharma idol had a powerful one-on-one combat ability.
At the very least, fighting a Foolish Sword Sage alone was not a problem!
In a good mood, Han Jue began to preach the Dao to the millions of disciples in the Hundred Peak Immortal River.
This lecture lasted for a hundred years.
Then, Han Jue didn’t resume cultivation immediately. Instead, he sent out a trace of his soul thought and headed to the Immortal World.
The Immeasurable Calamity was about to begin. He wanted to take a look.
His soul thought transformed into his main body and his cultivation level was controlled at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm.
This cultivation was only on the surface. Even a Pseudo-Sage couldn’t hurt his soul thought.
Han Jue planned to go to the Divine Palace to take a look.
The protagonist of the calamity, Qin Ling, was staying there.
Speaking of which, Han Jue still remembered the Divine Palace. Before the previous calamity, the Divine Palace was a place where geniuses gathered in the Immortal World. It still existed today.
Of course, this was all thanks to him. Otherwise, how could Zhang Guxing have risen up?
Han Jue flew forward. He suddenly thought of Han Tuo’s mother. Her soul had been sealed for so many years. Should he let her out and reincarnate?
It was not that he could not. The current Han Jue no longer needed to worry too much. In the Heavenly Dao, no one could hurt the people he wanted to protect.
Next time, I guess.
Han Jue would release her the next time he traveled the Immortal World.
Apart from looking at the Divine Palace, Han Jue also planned to go to the netherworld to see his eldest disciple and Han Tuo’s daughter, Han Xinyuan.
Han Tuo had a son and a daughter. His son established the Han family and was Han Yu’s ancestor. His daughter, Han Xinyuan, had been busy cultivating and later joined the netherworld. Under Yang Tiandong’s care, she was already a female ghost deity and had a very high status.
Along the way, Han Jue didn’t fly too fast and took a look at the current situation of the Immortal World.
It had been hundreds of thousands of years since he last traveled the Immortal World. It was naturally different now.
Han Jue noticed that there were already more than three thousand Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals in the Immortal World. This did not include the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals in the Chaos.
There were also hundreds of Pseudo-Sages.
Not bad.
Several months later.
Han Jue finally arrived at the Divine Palace.
The Divine Palace was located in the sky. The palace was placed above the clouds. There were layers after layers of magnificent palaces as far as the eye could see.
Han Jue secretly used the power of the Concealment Fiendcelestial and disappeared without a trace. He found Qin Ling’s aura and quickly came to his courtyard.
After more than a hundred thousand years, Qin Ling was already an Immortal Emperor, but his status in the Divine Palace was not high. Because his potential was average, his residence was not considered high. It could only be said to be average.
Qin Ling was sitting on the steps and looking at the cauldron in front of him with a depressed expression.
“Why is this Emperor Essence Pill so difficult to refine?” Qin Ling muttered to himself, feeling a little discouraged.
Han Jue suddenly appeared and smiled. “It means that you don’t have the talent to refine
pills.”
Shocked, Qin Ling suddenly stood up and asked angrily, “Who are you?!” Han Jue walked around the cauldron and came to his side. He smiled and said, “Don’t be nervous. I’m also a disciple of the Divine Palace. I’ve only heard of your deeds and came to take a look.”
Qin Ling snorted and mocked himself. “You want to see me, a mediocre prodigy who relies on pills?”
His potential was actually not bad, but he was definitely at the bottom in the Divine Palace. Many disciples his age had already stepped into the Deity Realm.
His enemy was also a prodigy in the Buddhist Sect. He had already reached the Zenith Heaven Realm ten thousand years ago.
The difference between the two became greater and greater. Qin Ling felt despair every time he thought about this.
Could he really take revenge? Han Jue smiled. “Your potential is mediocre, but you’re persistent. The mighty figures in the world are all tenacious and persistent.”
Qin Ling was in a good mood and no longer pulled a long face. He let Han Jue walk to the stone table at the side and chat.
After the two of them sat down, Qin Ling asked curiously, “Brother, what’s your name? Although the Divine Palace has countless disciples, there aren’t many as handsome as you. Rather, there’s no one.”
The geniuses of the Divine Palace were all handsome and beautiful. The men and the women were like immortals. However, they all looked like mortals compared to the disciple in front of him.
Han Jue smiled and said, “My name is Liu Bei. I’m just good-looking.”
Liu Bei?
Qin Ling thought to himself. He had never heard of him.
In other words, the other party was not a top prodigy!
Thinking of this, Qin Ling relaxed. They could be friends as long as the difference in potential was not great!
He would never think that Han Jue was not a disciple of the Divine Palace. The Divine Palace was a top-notch providence sect in the world. They had Sages at the top. Who would dare to infiltrate and cause trouble?
The two of them began to chat. They chatted about everything from ancient legends to the mortal world.
The more Qin Ling chatted, the happier he became. Very few people suited his taste.
Most of the Divine Palace disciples only exchanged their cultivation insights or compared cultivation levels. Very few people were like Liu Bei, who did not talk about cultivation and only talked about boring things.
Several hours later.
Han Jue smiled and asked, “Do you want me to help you see why your pills failed?”
“Brother Liu also knows alchemy?”
“A little.”
“Please!”
Qin Ling immediately stood up in anticipation.
Han Jue didn’t know alchemy, but with his cultivation realm, he secretly cast a spell and the pill was quickly born.
It was that simple.
However, he deliberately cast a spell with an unfathomable gesture, causing Qin Ling to exclaim in admiration.
Five minutes later, the Emperor Essence Pill flew out of the cauldron and landed in Qin Ling’s hand.
Qin Ling’s hands trembled as he muttered, “What dense Immortal Emperor Essence Qi. How powerful!”
Han Jue said smugly, “How about it? I’m worthy of you calling me big brother!”
“Yes! Yes! Big Brother Liu! Brother, please teach me!”
“This technique is not easy to teach. It’s a technique passed down in the family and can’t be taught to others.”
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