Dao Lord: Starting from a Top-grade Golden Core

Chapter 180: Chapter 108: 3-Origin Form Body, Formless Celestial Demon

’Three Meng Fushengs? Which one is real, and which one is fake? Or... are they all fake?’

Xuzhuang frowned and looked inward with his spiritual sense. The Clear Spirit Qi was flowing freely between his Ming Venerable’s Image Pendant and himself. It was clear he hadn’t been affected by any external interference.

One must understand that the Gangyun of a Nascent Soul Second Level Cultivator was the prototype of the ’Auspicious Cloud’ formed by a Primordial Spirit True Man; it was no simple phenomenon.

After a Nascent Soul Cultivator refines their Gangyun, they can store Magical Artifacts and magic treasures within it. This isn’t a life-bound connection; it’s simply a way of using the Gangyun to nourish the items and connect with their inner restrictions. This process is equivalent to refining them day and night, allowing the cultivator to command their Magical Artifacts and magic treasures as easily as their own limbs.

At the same time, being constantly refined by the Nascent Soul Cultivator’s most fundamental power was also immensely beneficial to the Magical Artifacts. It made it easier for them to develop spirituality and ascend to the level of magic treasures.

Therefore, when a Nascent Soul Cultivator breaks through from the Nascent Soul First Layer to the Second Level, their Magical Power doesn’t multiply as it would when crossing a major realm. However, the improvement to their Daoist arts, Magical Artifacts, and various other techniques is extraordinary.

Of course, the number of Daoist arts that could be integrated and Magical Artifacts that could be nourished within the Gangyun was not infinite. It varied wildly depending on the strength of the cultivator’s fundamental power.

Naturally, with Xuzhuang’s foundation, he felt no constraints whatsoever when integrating Daoist arts into his Gangyun. Besides, Xuzhuang had always focused on his cultivation base and Daoist arts, so he only had a few suitable Magical Artifacts and magic treasures.

The Taiyi Rainbow Sword had not yet been tamed, so it wasn’t placed in the Gangyun. The Ming Venerable’s Image Pendant was the only magic treasure Xuzhuang possessed. Other than that, only the Purple Qi Xiaoyi was of use. These were the two treasures Xuzhuang currently kept within his Gangyun.

Therefore, the Ming Venerable’s Image Pendant was guarding Xuzhuang’s mind at all times. The scene before him was definitely not a self-generated illusion.

’So, the three Meng Fushengs... or at least, these two before me... are they both real?’

Xuzhuang pondered for a few breaths, then suddenly activated the Ming Venerable’s Image Pendant. A demon-dispelling bright light shot out and swept over the Meng Fusheng beside him.

Meng Fusheng instinctively raised a hand to shield himself, then asked doubtfully, "Martial Uncle, what is this?"

"Nothing," Xuzhuang said calmly. He then shone the light down on the Meng Fusheng on the ground. Seeing that the light seemed harmless, this Meng Fusheng didn’t try to avoid it. He let it wash over him, merely squirming with slight discomfort and frowning. "Sir, what is the meaning of this?"

A glint flashed in Xuzhuang’s eyes. He retracted the treasured light and turned to the Meng Fusheng beside him. "Just a small investigation."

Meng Fusheng nodded and asked, "How does Martial Uncle intend to deal with this person?"

Xuzhuang asked in return, "What is your opinion, Martial Nephew?"

Meng Fusheng’s brow tightened. "This person has opposed me repeatedly. In my humble opinion, nothing would satisfy me more than to see him dead."

Xuzhuang chuckled lightly. "Martial Nephew, you were trapped for too long. Your hostile energy has grown. You must guard your mind carefully."

Meng Fusheng was taken aback. After a moment of thought, he replied, "Yes."

Xuzhuang gave a slight nod and wasted no more words. With a flick of his finger, a yellow talisman shot out and landed on the head of the Meng Fusheng on the ground. This Meng Fusheng’s body swayed, and just as he was about to struggle, Xuzhuang activated his profound technique. Boundless Magical Power suppressed him, and he was instantly immobilized.

After casting the spell, Xuzhuang said, "We will restrain this person for now. With me here, nothing unexpected will happen."

Meng Fusheng respectfully agreed. Xuzhuang continued, "Martial Nephew, continue leading the way. Let’s go to the wall carvings first. If we run into the remaining person, we’ll deal with him along the way. If he doesn’t show up, I can still observe that Daoist art."

Meng Fusheng seemed to have no suspicions at all. He cupped his hands in acknowledgment and sped off ahead.

Xuzhuang levitated the restrained Meng Fusheng from the ground and followed calmly.

Given the circumstances, Xuzhuang was of course aware that Meng Fusheng was extremely strange. But bold due to his superior skill, he wasn’t worried about traveling with him. Never mind one Meng Fusheng; he could handle any number of them.

The two of them traveled through the Bronze Palace. This time, they didn’t encounter the last ’Meng Fusheng’. They quickly passed through a short corridor, and the view suddenly opened up before them. They had entered a vast and spacious grand hall.

Meng Fusheng flew straight toward the center of the hall. Before long, he noticed that Xuzhuang hadn’t followed. Instead, he had dispelled his traveling light upon entering the hall. So, Meng Fusheng turned back.

Xuzhuang had stopped, leisurely examining the grand hall. He shook his head, momentarily speechless.

The grand hall could be called magnificent, and its bas-relief murals were exquisite. But every single detail reflected a fixation on the number ’three’. Even the pillars in the hall did not follow conventional design.

Xuzhuang hadn’t walked far before a giant bronze pillar blocked his path. It stood directly opposite the corridor, was about the width of four or five people’s arms linked together, and stretched up to support the high ceiling. Beyond this pillar, two more identical pillars stood to the sides, arranged in a tripod formation.

After that, the carvings on the far wall came into view. Before Meng Fusheng could speak, Xuzhuang’s gaze had already fallen upon them, and at first glance, his heart grew solemn.

Language, by its nature, is born from the need to record and express. In Xuzhuang’s innate memory, the scripts developed in different regions could be worlds apart. But in the Profound Yellow Realm, all writing was uniformly derived from Daoist Talismans. Thus, there was no such thing as a different script for every nation.

Perhaps because the world was governed by Daoist Sects, the script of the Celestial Waterfall Realm, though different from that of the Profound Yellow Realm, was still barely decipherable, as both originated from Daoist Talismans.

But the writing on these bronze carvings was neither the Celestial Waterfall script, nor the Profound Yellow script, nor even Daoist Talismans. It was a bizarre script from another system entirely.

As mentioned before, scripts are born from the need to record and express. For a High-Achieving Cultivator like Xuzhuang, it wasn’t difficult to infer the meaning of even an unfamiliar script. But this bizarre script was exceedingly strange. At a glance, every single character seemed to possess countless meanings. The entire text consisted of only a few dozen characters, yet it appeared to elaborate on innumerable profound principles. However, when he fully processed it, the meaning flowed into his mind with perfect, natural clarity.

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