The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 163 Past Causes and Effects: Solar Calendar
The Golden Crow Banner radiated unparalleled divine light, exuding a murderous aura, and depicted scenes of gods and demons lying dead.

But in Ning Qing's eyes, all the peerless formations were illusions. The Five Elements Great Handprint destroyed the key node of the formation, and the five-colored divine light power contained within rendered everything ineffective, suppressing a group of people as if they were withered and decayed!

"Lingbao Daozi, you've gone too far! Aren't you afraid that our clan's experts will come to settle scores with you in the future?" The Ninth Prince of Jinwu was also suppressed, his expression filled with resentment. He never expected Lingbao Daozi to be so arrogant.

At the same time, he couldn't stop feeling fear rising inside him.

He was naturally aware of the Golden Crow Clan's actions against the Sun God Cult, and had even personally handled one or two cases. It was hard to imagine what they would do if they found out.

After all, once the other party decided to kill, they wiped out the Duanmu lineage, which was too aggressive.

Upon hearing this, Ning Qingyi coldly replied, "Pursue me? Interesting. In that case, I'll first extract your soul and steal your spirit, and then we'll see what happens!"

He extended a finger and pointed it at the Ninth Prince's brow, roughly probing his primordial spirit.

"what!!!"

The Ninth Prince cried out in pain, his expression turning ferocious. The sight of the surrounding golden crows changed color, and even the members of the Sun God Cult, after their initial joy, revealed a hidden worry.

Ning Qingyi's divine sense recklessly probed into his spiritual platform, about to take his primordial spirit away, when a massive power suddenly erupted from his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Wow!"

With a long cry of the golden crow, a terrifying power suddenly erupted from his sea of ​​consciousness, far surpassing that of the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow.

"Humph!"

Ning Qingyi snorted coldly, activated the "Forward" secret technique, and used a very clever method to disintegrate this power, then extracted his primordial spirit from his physical body.

"Crash!"

Under the influence of the "Previous" secret technique, the golden primordial spirit transformed into a round mirror, reflecting the Ninth Prince's past. Birth, cultivation, battles, growth... almost everything was revealed.

This method was terrifying to everyone who witnessed it.

Soon, the mirror reflected the Sixth Prince's appearance as he wandered around the Sun God Sect. Not only that, when a cultivator from the Sun God Sect left the valley, the Ninth Prince secretly followed.

"It is Yi Xi!" an elder from the Sun God Cult exclaimed.

Ying Chang's face turned ashen as he watched in the mirror as the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow caught up with the young man and then engaged him in battle.

It can be seen that this is a very talented young man. With the cultivation of the Dragon Transformation Realm, he dared to fight against the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow. Unfortunately, he was defeated after dozens of moves and fled frantically. Just as he was about to escape to heaven, a figure appeared.

"Xiao Jiu, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. You were too careless."

This was a young man who bore a resemblance to the Ninth Prince in his features, but possessed a more refined and heroic air.

“Sixth Prince Lu Ya.” Daoist Sanque sighed softly.

The members of the Sun God Cult also showed worry and heaviness on their faces, clearly understanding what had happened.

In the round mirror, after speaking, the Sixth Prince Lu Ya pushed out a palm, and the huge golden crow claw covered the sky and sealed the young man of the Sun God Cult, and then disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the Ninth Prince showed a look of shame and anger, followed by cultivation, battles, and then the current situation.

"puff!"

As his memories faded, the Ninth Prince's primordial spirit also shattered, turning into specks of golden light that vanished into the world. His physical body, in turn, returned to its original form—a golden crow several tens of feet in size—which crashed to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

"Ninth Prince..." The remaining Golden Crow Clan members felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing this scene, revealing a bleak smile, clearly understanding what they were about to encounter.

“Yi Xi…” Ying Chang was somewhat distraught. This middle-aged man, who could remain calm and composed in front of Ning Qingyi, now had a deep sorrow in his eyes.

"Big Brother!" Another young man, whose features resembled Ying Chang's, clenched his fists, his eyes revealing deep hatred.

“Yi Xi, Yi Xi is the sect leader’s biological son, the current divine son.” An elder explained with a somber expression, “Three years ago, he wished to travel the world to see if he could find the ancient scriptures, but he never expected to return. Although we had suspected it, but…”

Ning Qingyi snorted coldly and glanced over: "Does any of you know his whereabouts?"

Upon hearing a heavenly sound, the golden crows revealed their true forms, their bird eyes filled with despair, knowing that they would likely die without a burial place today, which aroused their ferocity.

"Naturally, it will become our food, the essence of the sun, truly a delicacy!" it sneered repeatedly.

boom!
Ying Chang finally couldn't hold back any longer and struck down with his palm. The Golden Crow Demon's body was instantly torn to pieces, turning into a pile of rotten flesh. He was clearly enraged.

"These Golden Crows are now at the Sect Leader's disposal." After Ning Qing finished speaking, he completely destroyed the cultivation of these Golden Crows.

After all, these Golden Crows have all reached the Sendai realm. If things go wrong, they might be able to overthrow the Sun God Cult.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist." Ying Chang took a deep breath and said heavily.

Everyone returned to the main hall. Ying Chang also controlled his emotions, suppressing the pain of losing his son, and exchanged pleasantries with Ning Qingyi.

He soon discovered that Ning Qingyi was not an arrogant and domineering person, but rather that he had spread various words and actions in order to establish such an image.

This made Ying Chang very hesitant; he felt it was a good opportunity, but also that it was too much of a pushover.

Ning Qing saw through his hesitation and asked, "Master Ying seems to be troubled by something. What is troubling you?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Chang sighed heavily and said with a wry smile, "Fellow Daoist's insight is truly remarkable. As for the matter that worries me..."

After much hesitation, he finally couldn't hold back and said through gritted teeth, "As Fellow Daoist Ning has seen, the lineage of the Holy Emperor has been passed down to this day, and it's hard to say when it will be able to recover. Successive leaders of the sect have worked day and night, but they have only managed to keep the sect barely surviving. Occasionally, when they wake up from their dreams, they feel ashamed and disgrace the Holy Emperor."

"We finally ushered in the golden age and welcomed Yi Xi, a person with the Lesser Yang Physique, who brought three-tenths of the clan's fortune back. But now, Yi Xi has died a violent death, and the Divine Sect's hope is gone. Even if we bring back the true scriptures, we dare not say whether we can protect our ancestral foundation."

Upon hearing Ying Chang's words, not only did his eyes redden, but everyone in the hall also showed signs of sorrow.

"Could you please have Daozi place a disciple under my clan? Even if the Ziwei Sect falls into chaos in the future and we perish, our clan will not be wiped out, so that the Holy Emperor will not be extinct and the old Taiyin Sect will not be repeated."

Ning Qing was moved. He pondered for a long time without saying a word, and finally shook his head.

Ying Chang immediately lost his color, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyes became dull, clearly indicating that he had suffered a blow.

“I won’t be staying in Ziwei for long, and I can’t just take on any disciple,” Ning Qingyi said earnestly. “However, I can promise the sect leader that when I leave Ziwei, I can take a few people with me, just in case something unspeakable happens.” Ying Chang became excited and said, “Fellow Daoist, your kindness is immense! We will never forget it!”

"We will never forget!"

All the elders stood up, their expressions solemn.

“However, there is one point in what the leader said earlier that I cannot agree with,” Ning Qingyi said.

Ying Chang was taken aback, somewhat confused.

"With the arrival of the Golden Age, all kinds of physiques have emerged in the world. The Big Dipper Taiyin Physique has been conceived and appeared in the Jiang family of Emperor Hengyu, who is also a descendant of the Taiyin Human Emperor bloodline."

The crowd's expressions changed, and they seemed to be deep in thought. Some even looked incredulous as if they had realized something.

"It is regrettable that the Lesser Yang Body has perished, but in this great age, it is not unreasonable for a Greater Yang Body to emerge." Ning Qingyi said: "Things will turn around when they reach their extreme, and we will see the results within ten years or so."

Ying Chang's face immediately turned rosy, and the elders also looked excited.

"Thank you for informing me, Daozi!" Ying Chang was still somewhat skeptical, but he also knew the wonder of the Heavenly Secrets Technique, and this was not impossible.

If the Sun Body were to be reborn within the clan, and the clan were to possess the complete Imperial Scripture, the legend of the Sun Saint Emperor might reappear in the world!
But the thought was immediately extinguished. This young man before him was simply too powerful; it was hard to imagine anyone in this world who could defeat him.

However, even if one cannot reach the pinnacle, becoming a quasi-Emperor of the Sun is not impossible!

Ning Qingyi pondered for a moment, then a flash of divine light appeared in his hand, and slowly fell into Ying Chang's hand.

“Master Ying, these are some precious medicines, divine resources, and some cultivation supplies. Consider them a gift I’ve prepared for the future descent of the Sun Body,” Ning Qingyi said.

Ying Chang was taken aback. He opened it, glanced at it, scanned it with his divine sense, and immediately closed it again. Even so, during the brief opening and closing, a strong medicinal aroma wafted through the hall, invigorating everyone who smelled it.

Without a doubt, there are medicinal plants here. It's hard to pinpoint the exact year, but there are at least three of them!
This is undoubtedly a great gift for the Sun God Cult today!
Ying Chang clearly didn't know what to say. In the past, when the Sun God Cult suffered a great change, it wasn't that no force came to its aid. However, whenever the cult showed any signs of improvement, it would be hit and it would have been barely surviving.

Some of the forces that had been on friendly terms suddenly lost their lineage or suffered severe damage, so that gradually no force dared to lend a helping hand, and they eventually fell to this state.

Ning Qingyi's actions have essentially given the cult a second chance at life.

Ying Chang finally made up his mind and solemnly said, "Daozi, please come with me. Sanque Shenzi, please also wait for me."

The elders' expressions changed slightly, as if they had guessed something, but faced with Ning Qingyi's actions today, they ultimately sighed and acquiesced.

Ning Qingyi had already guessed that they were going to give him some valuable treasures. He didn't refuse, partly because he was curious about what else the Sun God Cult might have, and partly because he understood the ways of the world, even though he didn't use them often.

Soon, the two walked into the depths of the Sun God Mountain, where they saw gusts of cold wind and a deathly atmosphere. In the distance, ominous roars could be heard from the black mist.

A hint of sadness flashed in Ying Chang's eyes: "Those are the corpses of my ancestors, which have been influenced by the Yin and Yang energies for thousands of years and have become powerful."

Ning Qingyi seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed that the Sun God Cult was not completely ignorant, but simply kept silent, causing the truth to disappear over time.

“In the past, our sect suffered a great calamity, and too many people died, resulting in the loss of many secrets within the sect. In particular, the ancient scriptures were lost, so much so that even the methods to unlock them are greatly reduced,” Ying Chang said as he walked.

This is a common tactic used by the Immortal Holy Land. In addition to its obvious foundation, there is a hidden lineage, which is often known only to one person in each generation, and is only told to the successor before the death of the leader.

This approach can prevent the entire heritage from being completely destroyed, but it also presents a major problem: if a calamity suddenly strikes and the heritage is disrupted, some of its essence will be forever buried underground.

In the cultivation world, the legends of secret realms that occasionally emerge are mostly the opening of hidden veins of certain forces.

"But not long ago, for some reason, the world changed drastically, and I had a slight feeling about it. So, on the surface, I sent Yixi out to train, but in secret, I retrieved a treasure." Ying Chang paused, a faint sadness in his voice. He clearly hadn't expected that his caution, which led to the success of a great undertaking, would also bring disaster upon his own child.

He channeled divine power throughout his body and continuously cast divine spells at a large blue stone. Intricate divine patterns entered the stone, and it instantly became radiant, emitting rays of divine light and becoming incomparably peaceful, as if a pure land had appeared in the underworld.

One symbol after another appears, coalesces, and transforms into a path built of symbols, disappearing into the depths of the bluestone.

"So that's how it is. This boulder is the main body of the small world." Ning Qingyi recognized it.

"Daozi, please!"

Ying Chang went in first, followed by Ning Qingyi.

This is a small world, where a majestic mountain stands alone, shrouded in wisps of pure white mist, filled with an aura of holiness and peace.

Ancient trees and wolf forests, silver waterfalls like ribbons, mist and haze, shimmering light and color, the mountain scenery is magnificent and full of spiritual energy, very suitable for cultivation.

The two climbed to the top of the mountain. There was nothing there except a huge disc engraved with various symbols, which was very mysterious.

“This is…” Ning Qingyi was shaken, and the voice of destiny flowed in her ears.

“This is the Solar Calendar Stone! A treasure left by our ancestors.” Ying Chang exclaimed, “When our ancestors attained enlightenment, they encountered the Fusang Divine Tree, which was about to undergo Nirvana. They extracted the essence from the old tree and, imitating the wheel of life in the human body, refined this Solar Calendar Stone.”

"According to our ancestors, it contains the secret of the Holy Emperor's attainment of enlightenment."

“Daozi has done a great favor for my clan. If he is of any use, take him.” Ying Chang said earnestly without any hesitation.

“There’s no need for that. This solar calendar is of great use to me, but I only need to comprehend it. There’s no need to take it with me.” Ning Qingyi said calmly, “Brother Dao, I will be in seclusion for several months. Let Sanque stay outside for a while.”

"If the Golden Crow Clan comes knocking, and Sanque is unable to handle it, just use this to summon me."

Ning Qingyi casually formed a divine talisman, which fell into Ying Chang's hand.

“In that case, I will not disturb you any longer.” Ying Chang nodded, left behind the method for entering and exiting the small world, and then departed.

Ning Qingyi carefully observed the solar calendar in front of her.

A divine tree stretches across the landscape, its branches and leaves flourishing, with natural rings that encircle a small figure at its base, creating a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

Upon seeing it, Ning Qingyi was shaken to his core, and his newly opened dantian Dao soil even began to sense something, as if it were reminding him of something.

"Indeed, every action has its consequences, and destiny is at work."

Ning Qing sighed and then sat down to meditate!
(End of this chapter)