Chapter Two Thousand and Twenty-Seventh: Sumeru in an Atom
ortunity to take a step forward. He moved step by step until he reached here.>At this time, the Wandering Cloud had been completely absorbed in his pursuits. His eyes were closed, all of his thoughts...Pei Gongfeng ultimately decided to go hunting for Yuling with Xin Shaozhu, but he left behind a Nascent Soul stage spirit beast and a cultivator from the Xin family, claiming it was to protect Qin Sang.
The spirit beast is called the Huālí Leopard, it's not some mythical or exotic species. Logically speaking, it should have been able to transform into a human long ago. It's unclear what kind of change it went through, or if it simply disdains transforming into a human and prefers to remain in its beastly form. It looks like an enlarged leopard by several times.
Pei Gongfeng left behind the Hulun Leopard with a purpose, Qin Sang knew it well. He was very curious about where Pei Gongfeng's confidence came from, to actually want a divine transformation-stage spirit beast to monitor him.
After Pei Gongfeng and the others left, Qin Sang immediately ordered Huai Li Bao and the Xin family cultivators to guard both ends of the gorge one after the other.
The Huali Leopard leapt to the canyon's entrance, pacing at the mouth like a beast surveying its territory. Its gaze flickered periodically towards the canyon, where it saw Qin Sang strolling to the spring and circling the grove of trees, meticulously inspecting the Ling Tree.
Then, Qin Sang suddenly waved his robe sleeve, flying out several streams of light that transformed into spirit flags inserted around the forest, forming an array. Mist filled the array, and the interior became increasingly blurry.
The Huali leopard's eyes widened in alarm, and it quickly jumped to the edge of the forest, its voice booming, "Elder Qin, what are you setting up an array for"
"Hmm"
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Qin Sang shifted his gaze, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. He barked out in a harsh voice, "Old man came at the invitation of the Xin family. Before I do anything else, I need to report to you, beast"
Huali Leopard's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, but he didn't dare show it. He hurriedly bowed and said, "I don't dare. I am responsible for protecting Elder Qin. I was worried that Elder Qin might be in danger and couldn't act in time."
“As an old man, what danger could there be while I'm refining my tools in the valley”
Qin Sang narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing. "This old man is going to use his unique secret art to refine these spirit woods. The process of refining the weapon must not be disturbed. Could it be that you want to steal this old man's secret art"
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The Huali leopard, upon hearing this, instantly bristled with fear, stammering "no, no," and hastily retreating to the mouth of the valley. Gazing at the chasm now shrouded in mist, he let out a helpless sigh.
In the midst of the mist, Qin Sang stared at the spirit tree before him, lost in thought.
The Ling tree is indeed withering, but the situation isn't as severe as Qin Sang described. He deliberately exaggerated it to create an opportunity for solitude. He didn't expect to easily lure away the young master of the Xin family and Pei Gongfeng.
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Qin Sang easily deceived the two Nascent Soul cultivators outside, leaving quietly. Young Master Xin definitely wouldn't have expected that he received other guidance here, allowing him to travel through the formation without relying on the boat.
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"Shall we go now"
Qin Sang concentrated, sensing the Thousand Jun Charm. It was becoming clearer and clearer, and the place where it resonated with her seemed to be very close by.
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He calculated the time in his mind, wondering if he could make it back to the canyon before Xin Shaozhu and the others returned to refine a boat.
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The reason I haven't decided to leave immediately is twofold. First, I have a promise to the Xin family. Second, I don't know what lies ahead. The connection between Qianjun and this place may only be part of the secret. Young Master Xin definitely possesses information I am unaware of, and I might need the power of the Xin family in the future.
Here's your chance!
After careful calculation, Qin Sang believed it was feasible. At least he could take a look in the past. He would then improvise accordingly at that time.
Having made his decision, Qin Sang faced the Spirit Tree and cast a heavy Xuanmen secret technique to slow its withering. Then, he concealed his figure and silently vanished beyond the mist, passing by the Xin family cultivator without him noticing.
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Leaving the canyon, Qin Sang held the Qianjun amulet in front of him and examined it closely. The surface of the toggle gleamed with a faint black light. The Qianjun amulet had followed him for over a millennium, but he had never seen this before.
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The Qianjun Ring today looks quite alien, like an ancient relic unearthed from the depths of time. After being buried and forgotten for years, it has finally been discovered and brought back into the light, ready to reveal its brilliance once more.
"How many treasures are there in the Purple Micro Palace…"
Qin Sang sighed, lamenting once again. For the sake of the Earth-Slayer Sword, he had to abandon the Purple Micro Palace.
After opening the seal on the Thousand-Jin Ring, it vibrated to guide Qin Sang through a very rugged and winding route, traveling between islands. As Qin Sang was racing along, he suddenly stopped because he sensed a familiar aura.
Another jade spirit!
Since we've met, might as well take you in. Qin Sang wielded his sword and sliced through the air, forcing Yu Ling out with a single strike.
Sword Qi raged, Yu Ling had nowhere to escape and ultimately dissipated, leaving behind a jade piece slightly larger than the previous one.
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Qin Sang held the jade piece in his hand, examining it as he hurried along.
Perhaps because the raft was not yet complete or there were too few jade pieces, he found no guidance and put it away.
As he got closer to his goal, he remained in the fray, but the surrounding scene had undergone subtle changes.
The island grew sparse, the surroundings gradually becoming empty. Darkness enveloped this place, Qin Sang felt himself advancing into the 'abyss' of nothingness. In a daze, it seemed that even the concepts of up, down, left, and right no longer existed.
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Then they passed another island mountain, and ahead was an empty void. Not flying far, a shadow appeared again in front.
Qin Sang's heart moved. The shadow in front of him was not an island, but rather a crack in the void, stretching across the sea surface. This sight felt somewhat familiar, reminding Qin Sang of the fragments of small thousand worlds within the Feng Ju Yu Men.
As he approached the 'crack', Qianjun's pendant throbbed violently. Qin Sang could be certain that whatever was connected to Qianjun's pendant was right here!
Within the chasm, gray mist swirled. Qin Sang whirled his spiritual eyes, focusing his gaze. His vision seemed to pierce through a void fissure, faintly revealing the scene within.
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This is also an island, a piece of land floating in mid-air.
Unlike the outside world, the island is lush with greenery, flowers blooming everywhere, and clear streams flowing. Apart from the absence of birds, beasts, fish and insects, it's a vibrant scene teeming with life and thriving vegetation.
This island is about several tens of miles in diameter. There are several undulating peaks on the island, whose terrain isn't steep but boasts a picturesque mountain view.
At that moment, Qin Sang's pupils constricted slightly. From the highest peak, he saw some man-made structures. On top of the mountain was a high altar, with several pavilions and halls beside it, all with their doors tightly shut.
The shape of the High Altar didn't seem like something crafted by humans, and it was also different from the Witch Tribe's altars outside. It was ancient and mysterious.
The mountain was deserted, with no signs of life on the entire island. It seemed to have been dormant for countless years.
Could it be that the thing attracting a thousand jin of attention is still somewhere within these high halls, perhaps in a certain palace
Qin Sang pondered for a while, confirming that there was no danger around, and cautiously entered the gray mist. He passed through the crack and floated lightly onto the island.
The Gray Nightingale Sword hung suspended above Qin Sang's head, its blade flickering. At the slightest sign of danger, it could strike with deadly precision.
All around was eerily silent. Qin Sang took a deep breath. If this was indeed a fragment of a small thousand world, then the spiritual energy of that small thousand world must be incredibly abundant.
At a glance, as Qin Sang was about to head towards the highest peak, Qianjun Jie suddenly trembled and broke free from his hand.
What happened next was completely beyond Qin Sang's imagination. Even someone as steadfast as Qin Sang was overwhelmed and shocked, unable to believe his eyes, he stared in disbelief!
The Thousand Jun Bell slowly rose, transforming into a mass of black light that soared above the highest peak. The black light hung suspended, and Qin Sang immediately felt his soul imprint within the Thousand Jun Bell violently pulsate, as if it were being ripped apart.
Next, an image projected from the darkness.
The scene shows a small space filled with various items, all of which are the possessions Qin Sang keeps in his Qianjun Ring.
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This place has the most spirit stones.
A pile of high-grade spirit stones lay randomly in a corner like ordinary stones. As for mid-grade and low-grade spirit stones, Qin Sang had already cleaned them out because he found them to be space-occupying.
Heavenly treasures, ancient scriptures, treasure boxes and vials, spiritual treasures...
One by one, treasures that were enough to make a Nascent Soul cultivator's breath quicken, were categorized and arranged neatly.
The void is like a mirror, reflecting these treasures.
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No!
... is not just a reflection!
That space, as if about to materialize from a precarious balance.
Qin Sang's expression changed drastically. He didn't have time to think, his fingers flew, hastily taking out those items.
The change came so quickly, just as Qin Sang had put away the items, this space truly appeared. At the same time, Qin Sang felt the ground beneath his feet and even the entire void trembling with him.
As space manifested, a dark light shimmered. The Qianjun戒 (Qianjun Amulet) grew increasingly ethereal, flickering in and out of existence.
An invisible wave emanated, spreading out in the void. The void responded with an identical wave, as if they were of the same origin, or had always been one, and now finally reunited to become whole again.
Deep down, Qin Sang seemed to understand something, but he wasn't sure. If his guess was true, it would be too shocking, beyond his comprehension.
Qin Sang's heart was filled with apprehension, sensing the surrounding fluctuations becoming increasingly violent. The void seemed on the verge of tearing apart, and he worried that danger was imminent. He cast one last glance at the Qianjun Ring before retreating along his original path.
Stepping out of the fissure, Qin Sang's eyes remained fixed on its interior. He could see black mist constantly swirling, obscuring the mountain peaks, high platforms, and palaces until finally, even the fissure itself closed.
Now the Qilin amulet is nowhere to be seen.
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Just when Qin Sang was hesitating whether to use any means, he suddenly felt an extremely violent tremor. He was startled and his vision immediately went dark.
“Whoosh!”
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A beam of light gushed out from the crack, thick and intense.
But through the dim light, Qin Sang vaguely saw an unusual sight. It was a very distorted sight, still the same empty space of land he had seen before, but at this moment, the empty space seemed to melt into water.
The highest good is like water, which conforms to the earth's contours and never fails to nourish. It flows wherever it will without being destroyed by any obstacle.
Perhaps the vast emptiness wasn't distorted, but merely an illusion. Due to unknown changes, Qin Sang only saw this sight before him. As for anything else, it was beyond his comprehension, his vision limited, so he 'couldn't see' it.
He saw the darkness light like water, frantically gushing outward, expanding to its limit in an instant. Then, as if encountering some powerful binding force, the darkness abruptly fell back. Between the rise and fall of the darkness, the inner void earth expanded and contracted accordingly.
The changes were too fast and too drastic. Even with Qin Sang's sharp eyesight, he couldn't make out all the details.
'Buzz buzz...'
The Chi-Jun amulet appeared once more, its fingers trembling slightly. A final flicker of darkness contracted to a point, then flowed into the body of the amulet.
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The next moment, the crack, the earth, and even the space of the Qianjun Seal vanished from before Qin Sang. The sea was empty, with only a black iron ring left behind.
The Qianjun Jie's appearance remained unchanged, but it gained a different aura. It trembled a few times before settling down. Then the radiance vanished and it fell towards the sea surface.
Qin Sang hurriedly reached out, separating a strand of his divine sense to probe the Qianjun Ring. He discovered that the imprint of his soul left on it had been almost erased, but fortunately, the imprint was still there, and he easily restored it.
Then, his divine consciousness entered the Qianjun Ring and 'saw' a space that had expanded countless times compared to before.
Land, mountains, palaces, platforms, trees, flowing springs...
It was the very patch of empty space within the chasm that had been 'sucked' in by the Qianjun Ring, vanishing without a trace of its original location. Now it had merged completely with this vast emptiness.
At this moment, the inside of Qianjun's戒 seems like a real world.
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No, this is a real world!
Qin Sang's heart moved, and she appeared within the space. Spiritual energy surrounded her, with the fragrance of grass and trees filling her nostrils, without a shred of falsehood!
A tiny thousand world, a single small thousand world, could also be a fragment of a small thousand world, refined into an artifact like a mustard seed, or perhaps a dao marker of a small thousand world is refined into an artifact and carried with one!
For some reason, this small thousand world later split again and is now unified once more.
Make the world as small as a mustard seed!
Even a small fragment of the Xia Qian world is a divine power that Qin Sang cannot fathom.
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Qin Sang originally thought that the Dao Court relying on the Divine Court to cleave the vast universe into a separate realm was already shocking enough. Now it seems that Mahayana cultivators could treat small universes as toys, manipulating them at will
What a divine power!
Merge
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A merged cultivator controls a domain, but a domain and a world are probably two different levels of concept. The gap between him and the top experts is far greater than he imagined, so great that he can't understand it, even though he has touched the fur of the Sword Domain!
The Qianjun Charm contains a small thousand world, so it possesses power beyond other Mustard Seed Magic Implements. It can hold the bone flute.
The Thousand-Jun Talisman is the gate to this small world's Tao Mark. Carrying the Thousand-Jun Talisman is like carrying the gate to the Tao Mark with you, allowing entry and exit at any time. Now that he possesses the Thousand-Jun Talisman, he becomes the master of this small world.
Although Qin Sang was still unclear what this meant for himself, it must be a great opportunity!
Qin Sang took a deep breath, calming his mind, and was about to carefully investigate this world when he suddenly felt a tightening sensation throughout his body and abnormal vibrations in the void.
‘Boom boom boom!’
The heavens and earth are in chaos, a sign of destruction!
"No good!"
Qin Sang was startled and hastily retreated, his face full of tension. He found that after he left, Qianjun's alarm gradually returned to normal, and he finally let out a long sigh of relief.
“It’s probably because I was separated for too long and just returned. The space is unstable. Even as the master of the Qianjun戒, I can’t enter and exit at will, let alone others. I don’t know the limit of the Qianjun戒. Is it related to my cultivation level It seems that wanting to utilize this world won't be easy…”
Qin Sang's attention was captivated by the Qianjun戒. As he pondered, a slight movement in his expression betrayed him. The tremor hadn't stopped and its vibrations spread outwards.
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