From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 544 Great Chaos Technique: Heavenly Emperor Mirror

"That area...it seems like something is calling to me?"

When Fang Qingxue said those words, Li Chengqian was filled with emotion.

It's here, it's finally here.

He finally witnessed the luck of a chosen one.

"Since we have sensed something, let's go take a look." Li Chengqian said calmly, his body circulating silver qi to disperse the remaining demonic energy and chaotic energy. He took the lead and headed towards that area. "Be careful, this place is strange, and there may be residual restrictions."

Fang Qingxue nodded slightly, and purple lightning flashed at her fingertips, following closely behind.

The closer one gets to the center of the battlefield, the more intense the nauseating stench of blood and demonic energy becomes. The dark red earth seems to have been repeatedly soaked and solidified by countless drops of demonic blood, and stepping on it feels sticky and suffocating.

The shattered bones and weapon fragments piled up like mountains, many of which were as clear as jade, shimmering with a faint luster, clearly indicating that they were formidable beings in life. Now, they were mixed together with the remains of demons, telling the story of the battlefield's brutality.

The faint yet exceptionally pure and ancient force of attraction in the air grew ever clearer. It seemed to pierce through countless ages, ignoring the surrounding filth and demonic energy, and precisely lingered in Fang Qingxue's heart.

Following their senses, the two finally stopped before a seemingly ordinary dark red hill. The hill wasn't high, but its shape was quite regular, resembling a massive altar, only covered by thick layers of blood and debris, making its original appearance unrecognizable. The strange sense of being summoned emanated from deep within this hill.

“Underground,” Fang Qingxue said with certainty, her cool eyes fixed on the bottom of the hill.

Li Chengqian scanned it with his divine sense and raised his eyebrows slightly: "There is indeed a faint fluctuation. It has been riddled with holes by the erosion of demonic blood, but a trace of spiritual light has not been extinguished at the core... It seems that over the long years, the filth and erosion of endless demonic blood has accidentally touched the aura that had long been buried and was about to disappear."

Without further hesitation, he pointed his fingers like a knife, and the Heavenly Cold Profound Nether Force transformed into an incomparably condensed pale blade of energy, silently slicing into the ground. Where the energy passed, the hard earth and stone, soaked in demonic blood, were cut open like tofu, only to be instantly frozen by the extreme cold power, without raising a single speck of dust.

Fang Qingxue attacked simultaneously, her Purple Lightning Yin Thunder Blade Qi as fine as a hair, precisely following the trajectory of Li Chengqian's cuts, thoroughly cleansing away the faint demonic energy and remnants of the restrictions.

The two worked together seamlessly, and in no time they had dug down more than ten feet.

Keng!
A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out, quite different from the sound of cutting earth and stone.

Li Chengqian paused, then gently swept his qi away, lifting up the remaining dark red soil layer below.

A faint yet undeniable glimmer of light emerged from the bottom of the pit.

There, a spear about seven feet six inches long was stuck diagonally deep in the pit. The spear was covered with dark red rust and dust, making it almost impossible to tell what the original material was. Only its ancient shape could be discerned, with a long blade and ancient armor-piercing grooves. The tassel had long since decayed and disappeared.

Yet, despite its dilapidated state, a very faint layer of chaotic energy naturally lingered around it. Within this energy, tiny, hair-like bolts of lightning occasionally flickered and faded, emitting almost inaudible crackling sounds. That chilling, ancient, destructive aura, yet containing a hint of creation, emanated from this very spear.

“This is it…” Fang Qingxue’s eyes suddenly lit up, and the throbbing from the depths of her blood reached its peak at this moment.

She instinctively took a step forward, extending her slender, jade-like hand to slowly grasp the rusty gun barrel. Just as Fang Qingxue's fingertips touched the barrel—

hum!
The ancient spear, silent for countless millennia, suddenly emitted a faint yet spiritual hum! The spear trembled violently, and the thick layer of blood rust and dust on its surface fell away, revealing a section of the spear shaft that was as dark as chaotic stars and covered with mysterious natural patterns!
Immediately afterwards, those wisps of chaotic energy suddenly became active, transforming into tiny bolts of chaotic lightning that, like joyful swimming fish, swirled and danced around Fang Qingxue's arm before finally disappearing into her brow!
The next moment, the spear turned into dust!
A vast, chaotic, yet supreme torrent of information, along with the completion of the recognition of the master, suddenly rushed into Fang Qingxue's sea of ​​consciousness!

Fang Qingxue's delicate body trembled slightly as she closed her eyes, focusing all her energy on digesting this sudden surge of information. A faint aura of chaos involuntarily emanated from her body, resonating with the lingering aura of the ancient spear, becoming increasingly harmonious.

Li Chengqian stood quietly to the side, not disturbing the spear. He could sense that the spear's spiritual essence had long been worn away by the ages and the great war between immortals and demons; what now recognized it as its master was merely a sliver of its deepest, most undying spiritual light, and…

After a long while, Fang Qingxue slowly opened her eyes, her cool gaze revealing a complex mix of shock and joy. She gently stroked the gun barrel, which had regained a slightly dull luster, her voice tinged with a rare excitement.

"How was the harvest?"

"A top-grade Dao artifact, the Chaos Thunder Strike Spear!" Even Fang Qingxue, with her aloof personality, couldn't help but be shaken after receiving information about this spear.

"This is a Great Dao Spear forged by an ancient being who wielded the Chaos Thunder. It was made by fusing endless Chaos Thunder Essence and innate divine materials with his own Great Dao as its core. Its grade once reached the supreme level of Dao artifact, and even touched the edge of immortal artifact. Unfortunately, in an ancient war between immortals and demons, that great being perished together with a terrifying demon god. This spear was also severely damaged, and its spirituality was almost completely destroyed. It fell here and has been buried deep in the filth of demon blood ever since."

Li Chengqian nodded and laughed, "So, no matter how powerful a magic weapon or a great power is, they can't withstand the erosion of time. They can't live forever; they all turn to ashes!"

“Yes, any powerful being or treasure is the same under the influence of time.” Fang Qingxue sighed, regaining her cool demeanor. “This Dao artifact has also been completely washed away by time, but it wasn’t without its gains!”

Fang Qingxue looked up at Li Chengqian, her tone becoming solemn, "When that powerful being was forging this spear, he imprinted its core Dao, the Great Chaos Technique, one of the Three Thousand Daos, into the spear's origin."

"Great Chaos Technique!"

Upon hearing these four words, Li Chengqian couldn't help but curse inwardly. Damn it, I find it extremely troublesome to painstakingly try to obtain a Dao of the Three Thousand Great Daos by stumbling upon a chance encounter with immortals, while you, on the other hand, can obtain a Dao of the Three Thousand Great Daos with just a wave of your hand. It's truly infuriating to compare oneself to others!

The smile on his face grew even brighter. "Cousin, you're so lucky! Even among the Three Thousand Great Daos, the Great Chaos Technique is among the top ten, no less than the Vacuum Yin-Yang Dao of my Feathered Ascension Sect. If you're lucky, you might even be able to establish your own sect and create a foundation no less powerful than the Feathered Ascension Sect, just like that Linglong Immortal Venerable!"

Fang Qingxue was taken aback, a blush flashing across her face. "Cousin, you're joking. This Great Chaos Technique is not so easy to cultivate. It is not a single divine power, but the general outline of the Great Chaos, encompassing everything and splitting into countless forms."

"Chaos gave birth to one breath, one breath gave birth to two forms, two forms gave birth to four symbols, four symbols gave birth to eight trigrams. Chaos is the beginning of all things, and also the end of all things. The Great Chaos Technique is the supreme Dao that points directly to the origin and end of the universe."

"Putting aside other things, its core branches alone include the Great Chaos Thunder Technique, Chaos Essence, Chaos Qi Gong, and Chaos Vortex. The reason I was able to sense it is because I am very compatible with the thunder power of the Great Chaos Thunder Technique, which is why I was able to inherit it."

At this point, she turned to look at Li Chengqian, a hint of gratitude and determination flashing in her eyes: "Cousin, we owe you so much again this time."

Li Chengqian smiled calmly: "There's no need for formalities between us. However, now is not the time to comprehend the inheritance. This place is not a place to stay for long. We need to find a way back to the sect as soon as possible."

No sooner had they finished speaking than they sensed something and abruptly looked up to see the space in the sky violently fluctuating. A channel, like a mirror, shot down from the void, instantly enveloping the two of them and taking them away!
The Emperor's Mirror!!

(End of this chapter)