Gui Yuanzi asked in confusion.
The old man in white smiled faintly: “If he really has the Great Luo Golden Scripture, then let him get the spiritual liquid himself. No one else can do it for him.”
Gui Yuanzi stared blankly at the white-robed old man, then looked down at the jade bottle in his hand, caught in a dilemma.
Qingqiu’s brows were tightly furrowed, and a glimmer of anger flashed across his amber eyes, but he didn’t react—he knew that the old man wasn’t making things difficult for him, but was being firm.
“Ancestor, young master only has a sliver of soul left, he doesn’t even have a physical body, how can we obtain that spiritual liquid? Aren’t you asking the impossible?”
Gui Yuanzi’s voice trembled slightly, filled with almost uncontainable anxiety.
The old man in white smiled faintly, waved the whisk slowly, and said in a calm and unhurried tone: “If he really has the Great Luo Golden Scripture and is the hope of our Daoist sect, then there must be a way out.”
I’m just following the rules. When that elder entrusted this Secret Realm of Chaos to me, he said, ‘Only the successor of the Great Luo Golden Scripture can take that spiritual fluid personally; no one else should do it for him.’ I have guarded it for 38,000 years; I can’t break the rules in his hands.”
Gui Yuanzi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the jade bottle in his hand.
A faint but firm voice came from the jade bottle: “Guiyuanzi, let me go. I’ll try.”
His voice was very soft, as soft as a whisper in the wind, but every word contained undeniable power.
Gui Yuanzi looked at the jade bottle in his hand and saw the purple divine soul in the bottle light up slightly. Even though the light was dim, it showed determination.
“Young Master, but you…” Gui Yuanzi hesitated.
David only had a sliver of divine soul left, and he couldn’t even operate the most basic spiritual power normally, so how could he get that spiritual fluid?
The mist in this chaotic secret realm is mixed with fragments of chaotic laws, and ordinary divine souls will be eroded and disappear in a short time.
He was worried that something might happen to the young master.
“Guiyuanzi, let me out.”
David’s voice came back, this time more firmly, “I didn’t get to this point because of luck. Since Ancestor has set the rules, then I will follow them. Let me out.”
Gui Yuanzi gritted his teeth and turned to look at Qingqiu.
Qingqiu was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Worry flashed in his eyes, but he knew David was right.
The rules are set, there is no turning back.
Gui Yuanzi took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly, and slowly opened the lid of the jade bottle.
A beam of pale purple divine soul slowly floated out of the bottle and floated in the air.
The soul was very weak, its purple light was dim, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.
The golden light of the Great Luo Golden Scripture faintly appeared around the soul, a thin layer barely protecting the soul from the erosion of the mist.
Gui Yuanzi’s eyes immediately turned red.
Qingqiu’s fingers clenched slightly, her nails digging into her palms.
He didn’t say anything, but his heart felt tight.
He had lived for tens of thousands of years and witnessed countless life and death events, but at this moment, he felt an inexplicable unease.
The old man in white looked at the swaying purple soul, and his gaze sharpened slightly.
His divine sense probed, carefully sensing the aura within that soul.
A moment later, a glimmer of emotion flashed across his eyes.
“As expected this is the aura of the Great Luo Golden Scripture. Thirty-eight thousand years, I finally waited for it.”
He muttered, his voice containing a hint of emotion, a hint of relief, and a hint of hope that was almost imperceptible.
But then, his brows furrowed slightly.
“But your soul is too weak. The chaotic spiritual liquid in the spiritual pool contains extremely rich primordial power. Even an ordinary cultivator’s physical body will be devoured by spiritual power if it touches it, let alone you who only have a sliver of soul left. Are you sure you want to try it?”
David’s soul flickered slightly. The purple light was faint, but it exuded a reassuring firmness. “Confirmed. Please, Ancestor, open the restrictions on the spirit pool. This junior will do it himself.”
The old man in white was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. I won’t stop you. But I have to remind you, the spiritual liquid in the spirit pool itself will not harm you, but if you enter with your divine soul, the primordial power in the spiritual liquid will flow spontaneously into your divine soul.”
If you are unable to endure it, at best your spirit will be hurt, at worst your soul will be shattered into pieces. Think about it carefully.
Gui Yuanzi’s face immediately turned pale. “Ancestor, young master”
“Let him try.” Qingqiu’s voice interrupted Guiyuanzi. He stared at the purple soul, his eyes filled with complex emotions. “He’s not the type to give up.”
FAQ Novel
Q: What shocking revelation is made about the nature of ‘ascension’?
A: The chapter reveals that ascension to a higher realm, far from being the ultimate goal, can lead to a world of endless struggle, challenging one’s very core beliefs and Dao Heart.
Q: Who is the cryptic guardian mentioned in the chapter, and what is their purpose?
A: A mysterious guardian within the Chaos Secret Realm has tasked the protagonist with safeguarding a vital Chaos Spirit Liquid, awaiting a suitable person to claim it.
What are your thoughts on the profound choices faced by the protagonist in this chapter, and how do you think they will shape the future?