Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 623 Obtained the "Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra" and ascended Mount Tian, ​​his name becoming Kunxu!

Everyone around paled; the appearance of this mummified corpse was even more domineering and unfathomable than the aura of Lord Zishan.

[Zishan Jun's face was ashen as he uttered two words, one after another: "Heavenly Emperor!"]

[The Heavenly Emperor!?]

Your gaze sharpened as you looked at the mummified corpse. Could this truly be the remains of the Heavenly Emperor?

Upon hearing this, Tian Jingxu and the others' expressions changed drastically.

[The immortal herb has taken human form and cultivated the Dao, far exceeding everyone's expectations. Now, even the Heavenly Emperor's corpse has reappeared in the world, not stiff from death.]

The legendary Heavenly Emperor!

For a moment, no one dared to make a move; everyone held their breath and stared intently at the desiccated corpse.

[You quietly circulated your energy, once again breaking the four seals within your body. Facing the words "Heavenly Emperor," you had to be extremely cautious.]

Moreover, the mummified corpse just now was attacked from behind.

[Zishan Jun did not act rashly; faint arcs of azure electricity flowed around his body, and his injuries gradually healed.]

[You also noticed that the electric arc seemed to be formed from the essence of wood, containing boundless vitality and healing power, just as the saying goes, "A light rain refreshes all the flowers, a clap of thunder heralds the start of spring."]

As the Langya spirit insect sank into the dried corpse, two crimson eerie flames suddenly rekindled in its empty eye sockets.

The mummified corpse slowly lowered its head, gazing at its withered hands, its fingers gently clenching and unfolding again, remaining silent for a long time.

Then, it slowly raised its head, its gaze falling heavily upon you and Lord Zishan.

Those burning, eerie eyes held no trace of magical power, yet they possessed an oppressive force, as if mountains were collapsing and the surrounding air itself were frozen in place.

A chill ran through you. This sense of facing life and death head-on was unprecedented. Whether it was meeting the Immortal Emperor or encountering the woman in white, their auras, though mysterious and unpredictable, had never posed such a real threat to your life. They harbored no ill will, but this moment was entirely different.

The feeling at this moment is like an ordinary person wading through mountain streams suddenly looking up and meeting the silent, cold gaze of a tiger lurking in the shadows.

[Zishan Jun's expression was also solemn, his aura subtly condensing, as if he were standing on the edge of an abyss.]

Tian Jingxu stood motionless, not releasing a trace of his aura, afraid of disturbing the withered skeleton.

Cao An and the others stood frozen in place, feeling a chill run down their spines, as if their thoughts were frozen, and dared not move an inch.

The invisible pressure emanating from the mummified corpse, coupled with the name Zishan Jun had just uttered, created an ominous atmosphere that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts and souls.

The arena fell silent!

All eyes were fixed on the mummified corpse, awaiting its next move.

The mummified corpse slowly opened its lower jaw, revealing only its remaining teeth, as if to say something.

At that very moment—

The entire Heavenly Emperor's Treasury suddenly trembled!

Like an earthquake, the violent shaking caused everyone to stagger and gasp in alarm.

"What's going on?!"

A beam of light suddenly shot into the sky from the east, like a collapsing pillar of heaven, piercing straight through the clouds.

[The radiant light stirred the clouds, reflecting a sky full of golden clouds, magnificent and dazzling, instantly dyeing most of the sky above the treasure vault.]

[Tian Jingxu and the others looked up and saw that the source of the pillar of light was none other than the forbidden area of ​​the Eastern Heavenly Emperor's palace—Mount Dengtian!]

The entire mountain has transformed into a dazzling gold, resembling an erupting divine volcano, pouring forth a magnificent pillar of light that pierces the heavens and earth.

As the earth-shaking tremors subsided, a long staircase formed from condensed clouds emerged from the light, extending step by step into the vast, high heavens.

"The Road to Heaven!"

Everyone was shaken, and they all thought of the Daoist scriptures. Could this be the legendary path to heaven, where one could ascend to immortality in a single step?

The mummified corpse slowly raised its head, gazing towards the eastern beam of light piercing the sky.

The calm, ghostly fire in its eye sockets began to flicker.

The next moment, a black vortex appeared out of thin air in front of it, and the figure of the desiccated corpse gradually blurred and dissipated.

The mummified corpse has disappeared!

Only after the suffocating sense of oppression completely dissipated did everyone present breathe a sigh of relief.

You silently turn your head and look towards the direction of Mount Dengtian. Mount Dengtian? This is also the most mysterious place in the treasure trove of heaven and earth.

Legend has it that this mountain was built by the Heavenly Emperor using all the treasures of the world, mobilizing countless gods and people, and taking countless years to complete.

The three supreme grandmasters, Jiuyang Zhenren, Tianshangren, and Cangsheng Mozhu, also perished at Dengtian Mountain and have been lost without a trace.

What secrets does this mountain hold? What changes are taking place right now?

[That mummified corpse just now was most likely the remains of the Heavenly Emperor, yet it withdrew the moment it saw the strange phenomenon at Mount Dengtian—what exactly did it sense?]

As Zishan Jun observed your expression, the murderous intent that had been surging in his eyes gradually subsided.

In the cultivation world, strength reigns supreme; this is an eternal and unchanging law.

His aura gradually stabilized, and his injuries had healed considerably. He said in a deep voice, "The Heavenly Emperor established unparalleled achievements and ruled over all races. How could later generations easily fathom the depth of his plans?"

You turn your gaze to the being beside you, a being who has cultivated from the elixir of immortality. In terms of origins and lineage, few beings in this realm can rival him.

Moreover, he was originally a purple bamboo that had dispersed its power and rebuilt itself.

[You had no prior grudge against him, and when the mummified corpse appeared, he even offered a warning, indicating he meant no harm.]

After a moment's hesitation, you asked, "Lord Zishan, do you know the origins of this Heavenly Emperor?"

[The voice of Lord Zishan drifted over: "Though I am Zizhu, I am not entirely Zizhu."]

"It was Zizhu who saw the Heavenly Emperor, not me. All I possess are fleeting glimpses into his memory."

"I only vaguely remember that the Heavenly Emperor's origins were extremely mysterious, and that he defeated all his enemies upon his birth."

"The ten most powerful ancient clans all declined under his rule. His unpredictable nature, methods, and supernatural abilities made Zizhu both respect and fear this Heavenly Emperor."

You can't help but think of the Immortal Medicine Emperor Tree in Langya Heavenly Realm. It originally belonged to the Langya clan, while Danling came from the Huangquan clan. Both of these clans were once the dominant powers among the ten great clans of the world.

But once the Heavenly Emperor marries women from ten different clans and fathers ten imperial sons, who will truly inherit the throne?

A bloody struggle for the throne of the Heavenly Emperor has begun.

You have no way of knowing what role the Heavenly Emperor plays in this conflict—is he observing coldly from the sidelines, or is he secretly manipulating events?

Ultimately, all ten powerful clans were annihilated, and their divine artifacts were collected into the Heavenly Emperor's treasury.

The Heavenly Emperor truly began to rule over all races.

As for the ten imperial sons, Danling was eternally imprisoned in Langya Heavenly Realm, and the fates of the rest will likely be equally tragic.

However, according to Daoist records, although this Heavenly Emperor was ruthless towards the ten major clans, he was exceptionally kind to other weaker races, and thus won the hearts of the people.

[You did not hide your conversation with Zishan Jun from others.]

Seeing that Lord Zishan had withdrawn his aura and his killing intent had dissipated, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried that he would suddenly attack and kill them.

He slowly walked to your side, his gaze falling on the Tranquil Abode, his expression growing increasingly solemn: "Judging from the various contingency plans laid out by the Heavenly Emperor back then, the treasury at this moment may indeed be welcoming the arrival of another Heavenly Emperor."

You couldn't help but ask, "Was that mummified corpse really the Heavenly Emperor?"

[Zishan Jun said, "It should be said that it was the Heavenly Emperor who consumed the elixir of immortality."] [He couldn't help but sigh, "Even those who called themselves Heavenly Emperors in ancient times, without the right timing and favorable circumstances, could only be trapped and die in this world."]

Even in ancient times, ascension was impossible!

[Zishan Jun looked at you and said, "Therefore, the Heavenly Emperor built a treasure vault..."]

You slowly replied, "Waiting for this lifetime!"

Lord Zishan laughed, "I am the same."

[You can't help but think that the Patriarch's resurrection in the Imperial Capital was also a prelude to this life, wasn't it?]

[The Purple Mountain Lord concluded with the final words, "This world is a great world."]

You whispered two words: "Ascension."

These two words are so alluring, they have captivated countless talents, causing them to bow down in admiration.

[Zishan Jun's gaze fell upon Jingxin Residence: "Why don't we go inside and take a look?"]

You nodded slightly and followed closely behind.

Tian Jingxu and the others exchanged hesitant glances, but Xie stepped forward without hesitation.

But then the black-haired youth suddenly turned around, purple lightning surging around him, and a waterfall of thunder immediately cascaded down the steps, blocking his path.

His gaze swept calmly over the crowd, his voice icy: "Those who cross the line, die."

Zhou Jing's abilities earned his recognition, a recognition that others did not possess.

[The scorpion's cloak fluttered without wind, finally halting before the purple lightning, not daring to overstep its bounds even an inch.]

Lu Beiyou smiled upon seeing this: "Treasures may be valuable, but ultimately they are not as precious as life."

The struggle in Tian Jingxu's eyes shifted several times before finally settling into silence.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as the two of you disappeared into the Tranquil Abode.

The hall was dimly lit, with only occasional flashes of azure lightning illuminating the surroundings.

As you stepped inside, the heavy doors slammed shut behind you.

The interior was surprisingly simple, and the previously eerie atmosphere had completely dissipated.

In the center of the main hall, only a single prayer cushion sat; nothing else was there.

The mummified corpse from earlier must have been sitting cross-legged on this futon.

The main hall has a high, lofty dome, and its three stone walls are covered with murals.

[Lightning and fire leaped from Zishan Jun's palm, transforming into more than a dozen bright lamps that hung in mid-air, their soft light illuminating the hall and bringing a touch of warmth.]

Your gaze falls upon the central mural, and you involuntarily hold your breath—

The painting on the wall was none other than a gigantic cauldron!

The cauldron is simple and heavy, with four legs and two handles. The inscriptions depict birds, fish, insects, mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, as if encompassing all things in the world.

Even through the murals, the vast and boundless atmosphere still emanates from them, and they are breathtakingly beautiful.

[Like when you were a child in Qinghe County, gazing up at the starry sky at night.]

【"This is……"】

[The voice of Lord Zishan slowly echoed in the hall: "His name is—Kunxu."]

"The Kunxu Cauldron!"

In the main hall of the Heavenly Emperor's residence, the most striking mural is actually a giant cauldron.

You suddenly recall that both Danling and the Ancestor of the Imperial Capital had mentioned that the name of this realm is "Kunxu".

[And this cauldron before us is also named "Kunxu".]

[The voice of Lord Zishan was filled with reverence: "The cauldron is named Kunxu, the homeland of heaven and earth, the root of all things."]

"This claim, and this mural... are said to originate from 'that person'."

[You understood. The reason why Lord Zishan was so secretive and dared not address him by his name directly is just what you learned from Danling—]

In ancient legends, "that one" specifically refers to one of the "Ten Heroes Who Ascended to Heaven," a being who traveled the mortal realm and left behind countless miracles.

You slowly shifted your gaze from the mural to the stone wall to your left, and your expression tightened again.

The wall was inscribed with ancient seal script, revealing a cultivation manual. The first four characters were particularly astonishing: "Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra!"

This is precisely the Heavenly Emperor's fundamental profound technique, which exists only in legends.

[The voice of Lord Zishan rang out again, echoing in the empty hall:]

"Legend has it that the Heavenly Emperor obtained this profound skill from the ancient master, the Daoist Dingxu."

"The Daoist Dingxu created the 'Three Secrets of Dingxu,' and what the Heavenly Emperor obtained should be the 'Secret of the Heart' among them."

【"Secret in the heart?"】

[Zishan Jun nodded slightly: "The character 'heart' in the 'Heavenly Emperor Heart Sutra' originates from this secret."]

Seeing your apparent confusion, he continued, "In ancient times, besides the three main paths of cultivation—magic power, physical body, and primordial spirit—there was also a unique path of cultivation."

"This is the cultivation of the Dao heart, unlocking the 'Dao Heart Divine Treasury'"

Upon hearing this, you felt a stirring in your heart, recalling that the Daoist canon did indeed record that the ancient cultivation system was based on unlocking various divine treasures.

[The Dao Heart Divine Treasury is a crucial component of this. However, in this world, only the Destiny Star Sect, considered an unorthodox sect, still inherits the method of cultivating the "Dao Heart"—that is the "Zi Wei Dou Shu," hailed as the divine book of divination.]

It is said that it contains the secret method for unlocking the Daoist mind's divine treasure.

[Zishan Jun gazed at the mural, a hint of a sigh mixed with a smile playing on his lips: "This 'Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra' is the only Daoist scripture in time capable of unlocking the ninefold Dao Heart Divine Treasury."]

"And this is precisely the only thing I lack."

"Back then, in order to obtain this scripture, Zizhu did not hesitate to sacrifice his body, which was infused with the elixir of immortality, and refined it into a celestial treasure."

"Unexpectedly, they were ultimately deceived by the Heavenly Emperor and suppressed in the Purple Bamboo Temple."

"Who would have thought that in this life... I would so easily receive the true teachings?"

[A sudden realization dawned on you: No wonder the Daoist scriptures record that the Heavenly Emperor forged the Heavenly Emperor Sword from the elixir of immortality, Purple Bamboo; there was such a cause and effect behind it all.]

[Without further delay, you immediately focused your attention on studying the seal script on the wall. The entire text contained a staggering 98,000 characters, each one obscure and profound. Even with your cultivation level, you couldn't help but feel mentally fogged after reading it all.]

[You focused your mind and carefully read through the entire text again, imprinting all the key points and essential meanings of the scripture into your heart.]

[Half an hour later.]

[The voice of Lord Zishan drifted over: "Fellow Daoist, have you remembered it?"]

You nodded slightly. Then, lightning and fire surged from Zishan Jun's palm, crashing towards the mural like a crimson inferno—

In an instant, the writing on the wall was obliterated inch by inch by the intense electric arcs, turning into ashes.

[Zishan Jun smiled, and the arc of electricity slowly disappeared, leaving only a smooth wall.]

Inside the main hall, the interplay of lightning and fire projected your silhouettes onto the wall.

(End of this chapter)