Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 200 The Limitless Immortal Pill, the Fall of a Terrestrial Immortal
Yan Kuangtu is eccentric, arrogant, and self-centered.

However, he was completely helpless against the monk with the celestial physique. No matter how powerful he was, like a raging sea with the strength to move mountains, he still couldn't shake the other party.

Yan Kuangtu's brows were deep and his expression was so intense that even the old Taoist priest on Mount Wudang could not exert such a terrifying sense of pressure on him since he became famous. "Who are you?"

"This old monk, Zhu Fajia, has no great reputation. Even if I were to say it, would Benefactor Yan know?" Zhu Fajia said with a smile.

"What does the senior monk want to know?"

"Benefactor Yan has been famous for a long time, and I have heard some rumors about you." Zhu Fajia still wore a kind smile like Maitreya Buddha, but there was a slight change in his pupils: "It is said that you once took the Limitless Elixir left by the First Emperor by chance in your early years. Is this true?"

According to ancient records, Emperor Qin Shi Huang sought the elixir of immortality and ordered immortals to develop it. The elixir was not successfully made, but the secret recipe is said to have been passed down to later generations.

During the Han Dynasty, fourteen elixirs were made under the supervision of the imperial family. The crown prince took two of them and died suddenly. The emperor was furious and killed seventy-two famous pharmacists in the country at that time.

The remaining twelve elixirs were stolen from the palace and passed down through various martial arts practitioners until a method to neutralize the poison was finally added to them.

Although they cannot grant immortality, consuming two "Yin-Yang Pills" can increase one's internal strength by sixty years and also has the ability to bring the dead back to life, making them a treasure of the martial arts world.

Yan Kuangtu was able to possess unparalleled martial arts skills and become the strongest person in the Song Dynasty by consuming four pills of the "Limitless Immortal Pill," namely the "Yang Polarity Pill" and the "Yin Polarity Pill."

His miracle cannot be replicated.

Because the Wuji Immortal Elixir has long since disappeared from the world, and even the ancient formula has been lost.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Heavenly Sword, and the fact that all the news involved the First Emperor's Mausoleum and that great emperor of all time, Zhu Faga and the others would not have been interested in exploring the secrets of Yan Kuangtu.

But now, the Heavenly Sword and the Jade Disc seem to resonate or unleash a power that blocks everyone.

Zhu Faga and the others wanted to spy on him, but had no way to do so. They could only try another approach to see if they could get any useful information from Yan Kuangtu.

Although Yan Kuangtu was eccentric and arrogant, he was not stupid. He naturally guessed what the people in front of him wanted to know, and immediately sneered: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Great Monk. Although the Wuji Immortal Pill is good, it is said to have been made by the First Emperor in his quest for immortality. It is just a rumor."

Even if it were true, I only obtained it by chance. I can't give you the answer you want.

The Limitless Elixir naturally has endless wondrous uses.

But Yan Kuangtu was merely a beneficiary, not a creator. He could only glean a few fragments from ancient texts and had no idea whether it was actually made during the reign of Qin Shi Huang. How could he possibly provide an answer?

"Ugh!!"

Seeing that Yan Kuangtu looked calm and didn't seem to be lying, Zhu Fajia and the others couldn't help but sigh.

Just then, someone exclaimed.

"Look! What happened to the bronze palace?"

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that the bronze hall, which was originally close at hand, suddenly had a visible ripple, like ripples on a calm lake.

Even though there was nothing in front of him, he still felt a sense of dread.

Even someone as powerful as a terrestrial immortal felt as if some terrifying monster was about to burst out.

"Everyone, retreat!"

With a loud shout, the martial arts heroes and masters of the world surrounding the bronze hall were all forced back dozens of feet. Even the hidden immortals on land could no longer hide their skills and became alert.

"Boom!"

It was accompanied by a sound like a bubble bursting.

Directly in front of everyone's eyes, the bronze hall suddenly creaked open, and a figure covered in blood rushed out, roaring like a madman at Jingnian Temple, Cihang Jingzhai, and all the bald monks: "Heavenly Sword, no..."

Bang!
Master Daoxin suddenly exploded in front of everyone, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

A sword light swept across, stretching for thousands of feet, and slashed towards the sky in front of all the heroes of the world. The sword light stretched three thousand feet across the sky, as if it would split the entire world in two.

The sword marks spread very, very far. "Daoxin!!"

"Master Daoxin!"

The Heavenly Monk, Fan Qinghui, and the other three great holy monks all cried out in anguish.

Everyone's face was filled with unimaginable grief.

They had considered many possibilities, but they never expected to be met with such a devastating blow. Master Daoxin, one of the four great monks, died immediately after escaping from the bronze hall.

The Heavenly Monk's face contorted with a ferocious killing intent. He had been sitting in a death-locking meditation, intending to open the gate to the Celestial Realm and reach the pinnacle of the Celestial Realm on Earth. However, the Jingnian Temple was suddenly destroyed, and the Heavenly Sword fell into the Bronze Hall, attracting heroes from all over the world.

Now, Daoxin, one of the younger generation he had the highest hopes for, has died right in front of him.

His Buddhist heart was almost filled with greed, anger, ignorance, and rage.

"What a terrifying sword light, what a terrifying sword strike."

"With stillness, all movement ceases; even a being like Dao Xin could not withstand a single sword strike. What exactly happened inside the bronze palace?"

"What would happen if I were to take this sword?"

"A sword light that spreads for a thousand feet is nothing, but that sword seemed to tear the heavens apart. Could it be the power of the Heavenly Sword? Has Zhao Min, who obtained the Heavenly Sword, made great progress in her cultivation?"

Everyone's pupils contracted, their hair stood on end, and they stared at the bronze hall with astonishment and uncertainty.

They knew the answer would soon be revealed.

However, before this, everyone who had witnessed the fall of Daoxin, a Buddhist immortal, was still unable to calm down and even had the idea of ​​giving up.

That's the realm of a terrestrial immortal, the most powerful force in the world.

Even Daoxin couldn't stop it, so what do these people who covet this power have to covet it with?
Song Que, the Heavenly Blade, had already quietly grasped the Narcissus Blade. He glanced at Ning Daoqi not far away and called out, "Ning Daoqi, if it were you, could you have blocked that sword strike?"

"Seventy percent certain!"

Ning Daoqi's expression was extremely solemn. His Eight-Step Scattered Hand Technique was at its peak, and he was confident that he was second to none among his peers. However, the sword light that suddenly slashed out from the bronze hall was too fierce and carried an irresistible power.

It's like...

Song Que seemed to have guessed what Ning Daoqi was thinking and continued, "That's like a power that surpasses that of a terrestrial immortal!"

"Ok!"

Ning Daoqi nodded emphatically. Although he had acted as an accomplice to evil and distanced himself from the Daoist sect and Buddhist forces like Cihang Jingzhai, it did not mean that he was merely a figurehead.

As the undisputed number one Taoist in the Sui Dynasty, he naturally possessed corresponding abilities.

A few clues were gleaned from the sword light that pierced the air for thousands of feet.

Respectable, terrifying, awe-inspiring.

This is Ning Daoqi's truest thought.

He told Song Que that he was 70% sure, but Ning Daoqi secretly thought that if he had faced that sword light directly just now, he would have been at most 50% sure he could have survived.

"A celestial being is one or two in a hundred years. If I can glimpse the power above the terrestrial immortals today, even if I die, my life will not have been in vain!" Song Que's eyes burned with intense anticipation.

His swordsmanship had reached its peak, reaching a state of being able to wield the sword without self, to have methods without rules, and to do as he pleased. However, Song Que still could not grasp or find the next level of mastery. He only felt that there was still a way, but it was shrouded in countless mists.

If one could catch a glimpse of the scenery ahead, then truly, "If one hears the Way in the morning, one can die content in the evening!"

(End of this chapter)