Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 485 The Eighth Level of the Elemental Technique
Nie Zhaonan felt relieved. He was confident that he had his master under his control. Otherwise, he would not have wanted such a private matter to be seen by others, even if it was a woman.

"All you do is bully me." Bingfeng pressed her face against Nie Zhaonan's chest and sighed softly.

"You are my hero, and your physical body is the most powerful, so naturally I will cherish you more." Nie Zhaonan said with a playful tone, as he stroked her hair.

Bingfeng blushed, gave a soft "hmm," and then glanced at her unconscious sisters with watery eyes, stammering, "..."

"You're amazing! We're taking turns resting, and we still can't handle you. What are we going to do in the future?"

"Don't worry, it won't be long before someone comes to help you share the firepower." Nie Zhaonan raised an eyebrow, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Silver Moon, is Silver Moon about to emerge from seclusion? Where did my husband get this news?" Ice Phoenix subconsciously thought of Silver Moon, whom she hadn't seen for almost a thousand years.

“Yin Yue has emerged from seclusion; judging by the time, it’s indeed about time.” Nie Zhaonan’s expression shifted, and Yin Yue’s voice and appearance appeared in his mind, causing him to momentarily lose his composure.

Bingfeng realized she had guessed wrong; it wasn't Yinyue. But given the situation, she didn't want to bother Nie Zhaonan, so she didn't ask any more questions.

The two slept in each other's arms. Several days later, with Bingfeng's help, Nie Zhaonan dressed and entered the deepest secret chamber of the cave, where he closed the stone door and began his seclusion.

After sitting cross-legged in the secret room, Nie Zhaonan first silently recited the formula for the 'Soul Nourishing Pill' once, and then pondered it carefully for a while. Immediately, he was satisfied and flicked his wrist, and the two items slowly flew out of the storage bracelet.

A fist-sized purple crystal, emitting a hazy glow, was the Xuanpo Crystal obtained from the Shadow Clan.

The other item was a jade box, inside which was the Purple Cloud Taoist he had captured.

Nie Zhaonan glanced at the quietly floating Xuanpo Crystal, then focused his gaze on the jade box, and calmly pointed a finger at it.

A spell flashed and disappeared into the jade box. With a 'click,' the lid opened by itself, revealing the chaotic-colored lightning ball inside.

At this moment, Nie Zhaonan began to chant incantations, his ten fingers forming hand seals like wheels, and various spells entered the thunder sphere.

"Who is it! Who is imprisoning this humble Taoist!" As the incantation entered, Daoist Ziyun roared in shock and anger, struggling fiercely. A hand appeared on the lightning ball, and then a face appeared, constantly changing shape, but gradually returning to calm.

Seeing this, Nie Zhaonan stopped the hand seals and with a wave of his hand, the lightning ball disintegrated and disappeared into wisps of electric arcs.

A small purple figure appeared, with a face exactly like that of Daoist Ziyun.

"You only dare to act in secret, and you don't dare to meet me in person!" The purple figure glanced around, but only saw Nie Zhaonan, and sneered.

“Fellow Daoist Ziyun, there have only been the two of us here from beginning to end.” Nie Zhaonan’s face remained calm and expressionless.

"You are just a mere Void Refinement cultivator. If you weren't relying on the power of the Sword Formation and Divine Thunder, how could you possibly be imprisoned?" Zi Yun said, his face full of disdain. But Nie Zhaonan released his powerful aura without any concealment, leaving Zi Yun dumbfounded. He moved his mouth a few times, but no sound came out.

"How is it?" Nie Zhaonan chuckled.

"No! Impossible!" Daoist Ziyun's voice changed color, filled with disbelief, before he realized what he meant and said:
"How long have I been imprisoned by you? A thousand years, or ten thousand years?"

"I didn't do anything else to you, fellow Daoist. You should know very well how much time has passed. Also, I didn't release you to chat and reminisce." Nie Zhaonan's tone was indifferent, with a hint of impatience.

At this point, even if Daoist Ziyun still didn't believe it, he had no reason to. He gave a wry smile, his gaze shifting to the Xuanpo Crystal beside him. His tone calmed down as he said:
"Fellow Daoist wishes to refine the Profound Soul Pill; that's quite a generous offer. If you're willing to let me go, I'll share all the secrets of the Shadow Clan, no matter how many, as long as you want to know them. I'll even provide you with the location of my Shadow Clan's treasure vault. Although the vault is guarded by several Saint-level Purple Shadows, with your supernatural abilities, you'll still have a chance to infiltrate it."

Nie Zhaonan's expression shifted, as if he was somewhat tempted.

“It’s not impossible for me to be your inside man,” said Ziyun Daoist, a conflicted look flashing across his face, before he gritted his teeth.

"Who knows if the Shadow Clan's treasure vault is a den of dragons and tigers, or how many real treasures are inside?" Seeing Fellow Daoist Ziyun's eagerness and lack of hesitation, Nie Zhaonan's heart tightened, and he refused without hesitation.

"Fellow Daoist Nie," Ziyun Daoist wanted to say something more, but Nie Zhaonan once again sent a spell into his body, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"You're too hasty. The Shadow Clan's treasure trove you mentioned is most likely a trap," Nie Zhaonan said calmly, having already seen through everything.

Master Ziyun's eyes widened in shock and helplessness.

It's true that the Shadow Clan's treasure vault contains treasures, but it's also a death trap tailor-made for people like Nie Zhaonan. It's set up with the Shadow Clan's most powerful formation, so powerful that even a Mahayana cultivator trapped inside wouldn't be able to break free in a short time.

How could he possibly remain calm and unhurried when his medicine was destined for alchemy?
Because his secret was exposed, what could he do but feel helpless?

More importantly, Nie Zhaonan banned him and refused to listen to him anymore.

Seeing this, Nie Zhaonan thought to himself, "As expected." Then, a clear sound rang out from his wrist, and the storage bracelet trembled and flew off on its own.

He calmly pointed a finger at it.

As the storage bracelet spun, a large amount of light shot out from it and flashed across the ground.

The next moment, jade boxes, bottles and jars appeared in a frenzy, neatly arranged and piled up beside Nie Zhaonan.

Once all the auxiliary materials were available, Nie Zhaonan flicked his sleeve, and a burst of azure light shot out from his sleeve. The light then subsided, revealing a small azure cauldron.

This cauldron, with its two handles and two legs, was initially only an inch or so tall, but as it swelled wildly in the wind, it transformed into a colossal object over ten feet tall, before crashing down with tremendous force.

With a loud bang, the entire secret chamber shook slightly, and a giant cyan cauldron was placed steadily on the ground, its three legs sinking half a foot deep into the hard, steel-like ground.

"Being refined by the Void Heaven Cauldron is not a disgrace to your status as a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Nie Zhaonan waved to Fellow Daoist Ziyun and Xuanpo Crystal, and the two flew towards the Void Heaven Cauldron without any resistance.

At the same time, the lid of the Void Cauldron opened on its own, and the two objects fell into it perfectly.

With a "puff" sound!
Nie Zhaonan opened his mouth again and spat out a ball of silver fire. After circling once, it transformed into a silver firebird about a foot in size. With a flap of its wings, it rushed towards the bottom of the giant cauldron.

Silver spiritual flames instantly blazed outside the Void Cauldron, causing the surrounding temperature to rise dramatically, blurring the void and making it seem as if they could melt and penetrate it directly.

Nie Zhaonan, meanwhile, kept making hand seals with his ten fingers, pointing out a series of objects such as jade boxes and bottles.

Instantly, as soon as the lids of these things were opened, they appeared in a blur above the Void Heaven Cauldron, and then quickly poured the materials inside into it.

The lid of the Void Heaven Cauldron fell down on its own. On the other side, under Nie Zhaonan's magical power, the celestial firebirds that were circling and flying around the Void Heaven Cauldron suddenly grew several times larger, allowing the spiritual flames to engulf most of the giant cauldron.

The surface of the Void Heaven Cauldron shimmered with emerald light, and vibrant runes the size of beans appeared, swirling and dancing around it.

The Void Heaven Cauldron suddenly appeared extremely mysterious!

At this moment, Nie Zhaonan slowly closed his eyes, but his hand seals did not stop at all; on the contrary, they became even faster, leaving only fleeting afterimages.
A month later, the light on the surface of the Void Heaven Cauldron suddenly faded, and the Immortal Firebird spread its wings and entered Nie Zhaonan's body.

Upon seeing this, Nie Zhaonan's eyes lit up, and he stopped the hand seals at the same time. With a flick of his wrist, a small emerald gourd, only about half a foot in size, appeared in his palm.

With his other hand, he flicked his middle finger, and with a 'bang', a silver ball of light struck the lid of the cauldron.

As a result, the lid of the cauldron trembled and slowly flew up.

A fragrant aroma of herbs wafted out, its rich scent instantly refreshing the mind and body.

At the same time, ten purple pills, each the size of a walnut, shot out from it, gleaming brightly.

These Soul-Nourishing Pills possessed extremely high spiritual power. As soon as they flew out, they scattered in all directions without any pause, each fleeing for its own lives.

But Nie Zhaonan was prepared. He simply shook the gourd in his hand, and a burst of light shot out from it.

Enveloped in the glow of the sunset, all the Soul-Nourishing Pills urgently needed to shrink, eventually becoming the size of a longan and being stored in the gourd.

After putting away the Void Heaven Cauldron, Nie Zhaonan poured out a Soul Nourishing Pill and then swallowed it.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, before he could actively refine it, an extremely pure divine power spread out from the pill, flowing through his meridians and eventually gathering deep in his mind.

It felt as if his soul was soaking in a hot spring, incredibly comfortable, and growing stronger at an astonishing rate.

"The medicine's effects are truly amazing!" Nie Zhaonan was overjoyed, then closed his eyes and silently activated the Lieyuan Technique.

Refining the Soul-Nourishing Pill strengthens the spirit and soul, while also promoting the cultivation of the technique.

After more than half a month, Nie Zhaonan stopped the Lieyuan Technique circulating in his body, flipped his hand, and took out another Nourishing Soul Pill.

With a single hand, he swallowed the pill again and began to circulate his spiritual energy to refine its medicinal power.

And so, in the days that followed, Nie Zhaonan repeated the same actions in the secret room.

He continuously refined the medicinal power of the pills every day to strengthen his soul and improve his cultivation of the Lieyuan Technique. He could also clearly feel the enhancement of his divine sense domain!
In the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed.

After Nie Zhaonan had completely refined the remaining medicinal power of the last Soul Nourishing Pill in his body, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"The Profound Soul Pill truly lives up to its reputation as a pill that requires such precious materials to refine. Just ten pills were enough to allow me to cultivate the Rank Yuan Technique to the eighth level of mastery!"

After silently sensing the changes within his body, Nie Zhaonan, though pleased, shook his head with a wry smile:
"My current divine sense is probably unmatched by any Nascent Soul cultivator, but this is the limit I can reach at the moment. My current physical strength is simply insufficient to cultivate the final level of the Rank Yuan Technique. Forcing my way through it will only cause me to burst and die."

With several years still remaining until the three-hundred-year agreement, Nie Zhaonan showed no intention of leaving seclusion immediately.

He used his divine sense to examine his body in the secret room for most of the day. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he flicked his wrist, and suddenly a ball of white light flew out from the storage bracelet.

As it swelled in the wind, it transformed into a palm-sized, crystal-clear jade box, with a gleaming silver talisman affixed to its surface.

Nie Zhaonan opened his mouth and blew, and a silvery glow flew by, causing the talisman on the jade box to flutter down lightly.

He flicked a finger at the jade box.

With a 'bang', the box lid opened instantly, revealing a pill with a surface covered in dense scale patterns.

The size of a walnut, and its entire body was golden, was a Wanlin Pill that Nie Zhaonan had refined.

However, unlike the Myriad Scale Pills taken before, this Myriad Scale Pill was made primarily from a million Dragon Scale Fruits. Its medicinal effects were far superior to the two Myriad Scale Pills taken by the Void Refining and Nascent Soul stages.

With a single grab, Nie Zhaonan summoned the Myriad Scale Pill from thin air, which then emitted a faint fragrance.

"As expected of the most potent medicine, after taking it and cultivating the third level of the Nine Revolutions True Dragon Technique, the speed shouldn't be slower than before." Nie Zhaonan gently stroked the Myriad Scales Pill twice, a strange look flashing across his face as he murmured.

The same applies to any cultivation method: the further you progress, the more difficult it becomes, and the slower the cultivation speed will naturally be.

The same applies to body-refining techniques.

Just like his master, he had only managed to cultivate the Nine Revolutions True Dragon Technique to the third level. And that legendary True Dragon Elder, after millions of years, had only barely managed to cultivate the technique to the fourth level of mastery, having reached a point where he could not advance any further.

Compared to the other two, Nie Zhaonan's cultivation speed can be described as lightning fast at present.

Of course, this is only temporary. After all, the difficulty of cultivating the fourth level of the True Dragon Technique has increased significantly, and he does not have any corresponding body-refining elixirs to assist in his cultivation.

After pondering for a while, Nie Zhaonan stopped thinking about it and immediately put the Wanlin Pill in his mouth.

In an instant, the entire Thousand Scale Pill was swallowed, transforming into countless streams of heat that surged through his meridians.

Nie Zhaonan's expression turned solemn. He made a hand seal with one hand and silently began to cultivate according to the incantation. A flash of silver light appeared behind him, and a lifelike image of a true dragon appeared faintly.

In a mountain range outside Tianyuan City, a silver streak shot through the air, appearing and disappearing intermittently, covering thousands of feet in a few flashes.

Its speed was simply breathtaking.

Suddenly, the direction of the blue light changed, and it fell into a hidden valley below.

With a flash, the silver light suddenly appeared on a black boulder below, and then the light faded, revealing a figure in a black robe.

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