“Indeed, it’s a damaged Primordial Chaos Stone from the great battle.” Qi Daolin stared ahead, his expression growing increasingly grave.
The immortal mine was vast and empty. Along the path lay a massive chunk of Primordial Chaos Stone, broken off from the cave wall, its fractured surface riddled with cracks.
It sparked endless speculation—what kind of cataclysmic collision had occurred back then? Even a treasure forged from Primordial Chaos Stone had shattered, which seemed almost unreal.
Primordial Chaos Immortals, coexisting with the world, imperishable through the ages—yet even this supreme immortal material had fractured. The thought was both awe-inspiring and chilling.
“Take it. Though cracked, it remains sacred material. Even a small piece mixed into refining a treasure can elevate its quality significantly,” Qi Daolin said.
The chunk before them was over nine feet long. If auctioned, it would undoubtedly shock the world.
Since ancient times, few Primordial Chaos Stones had ever been discovered!
Of course, this one could no longer be forged into a supreme treasure—its internal cracks were denser than a spiderweb, having endured the impact of the most formidable Dao laws.
Shi Hao wasted no time, stowing it away in his Qiankun Bag.
“Not good. The resistance is growing stronger,” Qi Daolin frowned.
As they advanced, the axe marks, sword grooves, and other traces on the mine walls emitted increasingly profound Dao mysteries, forming immense pressure that distorted the very space around them.
Shi Hao sighed inwardly. This place was terrifying. What level of forbidden powerhouse had left these marks? Even the mere act of carving out a cave was so overwhelming—truly monstrous.
Soon, ancient engravings appeared on the walls, shrouded in mist. The patterns depicted ancient ancestors and bizarre creatures never seen before.
“Trouble. These engravings contain even deeper Dao mysteries.”
Qi Daolin slowed his pace, his face solemn. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his pupils blazed with light as he activated the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art, resisting with all his might.
“Whoosh!”
From one engraving, an ancestor holding a sword suddenly unleashed a sword beam that slashed outward.
The sword light arced like a rainbow, piercing through the void!
Shi Hao was dumbfounded. This was… insane!
It was unimaginable how powerful the ancients must have been. Even their carvings were this terrifying, forcing Qi Daolin to dodge rather than confront it head-on.
“Thankfully, it was just an ancestor wielding a sword!” Qi Daolin wiped his sweat.
Shi Hao was speechless. If the carving had depicted a true immortal holding a divine sword, would it have unleashed immortal light? It wasn’t impossible—after all, these engravings contained the true essence of the Dao.
Soon, Qi Daolin’s expression darkened. The sword in the engraving was broken—the carving had long been damaged.
“This… is practically a Battle Immortal Atlas. If one could cultivate here, comprehending all the axe marks, sword intents, and ancient engravings, it would be a lifelong boon,” Shi Hao murmured.
“Even in the Immortal Ancient Era, this place must have been extraordinary,” Qi Daolin nodded gravely.
Even he was reluctant to leave, tempted to sit down and meditate, deciphering the ancient truths casually left behind by the ancients.
“Unfortunately, time is short. According to the bone fragment I obtained, this opportunity is fleeting. We can’t stay long. Let fate decide—if we can take this entire cave with us when we leave, that would be heaven-defying,” Qi Daolin said.
Finally, under immense pressure, Qi Daolin led Shi Hao deep into the immortal mine—or more accurately, into a colossal ancient hall, shrouded in immortal mist.
The place was utterly mysterious. Pure white mist swirled as if they had stepped into a celestial abode. A single breath filled their bodies with indescribable comfort, their skin glowing with radiant light, as if on the verge of ascension.
“An unimaginably divine ancient land!” Even Qi Daolin widened his eyes in awe.
The hall was vast and silent. Through the mist, they could see what appeared to be numerous divine altars enshrined ahead, pulsing with mysterious power.
The walls were equally extraordinary, carved with countless patterns—flora, fauna, ancient rituals, ancestors, celestial bodies, and exotic creatures.
Here, all pressure vanished, internalized within the engravings.
“Safe for now,” Qi Daolin said.
“Master, go ahead and search for the materials you need. I’ll sit here and see if I can glean any insights,” Shi Hao said.
“Good. Be careful—don’t stray too far,” Qi Daolin warned.
Shi Hao immediately sat cross-legged. The walls were covered in engravings, each one brimming with latent Dao essence. As his gaze swept over them, his mind trembled, as if drawn into one vast world after another.
Unbeknownst to him, Qi Daolin soon turned back in surprise.
Behind Shi Hao’s head, a radiant halo had formed, condensing into a mirror-like brilliance, making him resemble an ancient monk or a divine sovereign.
The luminous disk behind his head shimmered, reflecting one engraving after another—axe marks, sword intents, ancestors, celestial bodies, and creatures—as if mimicking all the ancient patterns.
“This kid… has such an ability?” Qi Daolin muttered, astonished. The disk’s reflections seemed to contain the same profound Dao truths as the engravings.
“Master, what are you saying?” Shi Hao looked up, puzzled.
As he spoke, the mirror-like runic light behind his head vanished, unnoticed by him.
Qi Daolin hesitated, then said, “Nothing. Keep going. Don’t distract yourself—just focus like before.”
Soon, without Shi Hao realizing it, the luminous disk reappeared, mirroring the ancient engravings and their Dao truths.
Qi Daolin’s pupils contracted as he stared at the disk, sensing something but remaining silent.
He turned and pressed forward, fearing time was running short. He rushed toward the enshrined altars at the far end.
Shi Hao soon finished surveying the engravings. The mysterious mirror behind his head seemed capable of reflecting all the patterns, as if encompassing the heavens.
After some contemplation, he found the Dao truths here too abstruse to grasp in such a short time. He stood and followed Qi Daolin to see what he had found.
The mirror behind his head remained, still reflecting.
Qi Daolin stood ahead, astonished as he examined the enshrined objects.
“This is…” Shi Hao was equally stunned.
They weren’t divine altars—the hall enshrined various immortal materials, glowing faintly amidst the mist.
“No wonder it’s called an immortal mine. Incredible!” Qi Daolin sighed.
Each item here could shake the ages. Any one of them would incite bloodshed among the upper realm’s sect masters.
“Sky-Defect Stone, World Stone, Primordial Chaos Stone…” A single glance revealed four or five legendary materials, rarely seen in reality.
Shi Hao was stunned. These were all supreme treasure embryos—each priceless!
Qi Daolin, excited, swept his sleeve to collect them all—only for the visions to burst like bubbles, leaving nothing behind.
“What? Illusions? They were taken long ago!” His veins bulged in frustration.
Clearly, even in the Immortal Ancient Era, this had been a sacred hall enshrining peerless immortal materials.
“Over here!” Shi Hao pointed to another set of materials, equally dazzling.
“Void Gold, Five-Element Gold, Great Luo Immortal Gold…” Qi Daolin’s eyes burned with fervor.
Another sweep of his sleeve—again, the visions dissolved like foam, reappearing only after his hand withdrew.
“Damn it!” Qi Daolin growled.
Shi Hao shared his frustration. To enter a treasure trove yet leave empty-handed was the worst feeling, gnawing at them like a hundred claws.
“Dragon Horn, Phoenix Beak…”
The duo was nearly driven mad by the sight of such unimaginable treasures—materials only spoken of in legends. Yet, Qi Daolin’s repeated attempts yielded nothing.
“If this place is truly empty, I swear I’ll tear it apart!” Qi Daolin snarled, marching toward the highest, central altar—the most precious of all.
Brushing aside the mist, they found no illusion here.
“A stone!” Shi Hao exclaimed.
Qi Daolin’s eyes lit up. Something tangible at the highest altar? He swiftly retrieved it.
His face darkened. Though he’d obtained it, upon closer inspection, it was no treasure—just a palm-sized black stone.
“This is stone casing. A treasure was once enshrined here, wrapped in this black stone… but it’s gone!”
Qi Daolin roared in frustration. The most precious item had vanished, leaving only a fragment of its shell.
“Likely used by someone in the Immortal Ancient Era. This was clearly a sacred treasure hall,” Shi Hao reasoned.
Qi Daolin struck out repeatedly at the illusions. With a thunderous boom, three or four materials finally reacted, resonating with the Dao.
However, the materials were sealed. Even after eons, with the seals weakened and cracked, they remained nearly immovable—stunning the duo.
“Roar—”
A sudden, soul-shaking cry echoed as a colossal threat awakened from the hall’s depths.
“Break!” Qi Daolin bellowed, burning his blood to amplify the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art. Channeling his peak power, he targeted one material’s seal.
“Boom!”
He grabbed it, then fled with Shi Hao in tow, not daring to look back.
“Rumble—”
Deafening roars chased them as they barely escaped the mine. The cave erupted with auspicious light, sacred and majestic.
Turning back, they saw the mountain housing the mine sinking into the earth. At the entrance stood a humanoid figure, shimmering with rainbow light, watching them.
“A Seven-Colored Immortal Gold!” Qi Daolin cried, regretting his flight. He’d mistaken it for a monster, not realizing it was a supreme treasure embryo.
“Master, don’t regret it. That immortal gold is sentient—look, it’s shaped like a woman.”
“So what if it’s humanoid?” Qi Daolin fumed, comparing it to his own lackluster prize.
Shi Hao sighed. That immortal gold was undoubtedly transcendent. Qi Daolin might not have been able to subdue it, and for some reason, it hadn’t pursued them.
Attempting to take the mountain or mine was now impossible.
As the bone fragment had foretold, the opportunity was fleeting. The mountain, wreathed in chaos mist, vanished underground.
It would wander for millennia before reappearing.
“Master, what did you obtain?” Shi Hao eyed his prize.
Qi Daolin frowned. He didn’t recognize the material—dull and unremarkable, easily overlooked.
Yet soon, his disappointment turned to joy. No matter how hard he tried, the material remained indestructible.
“Immortal material!” he declared boldly.
The head-sized lump, neither metal nor stone, was imperishably sturdy—perfect for refining a treasure.
“Master, your gains are immense!” Shi Hao envied. The immortal mine had existed since antiquity, with countless failed attempts to plunder it.
Qi Daolin’s success came from waiting millennia for this fleeting chance.
Even so, news of this would shake the upper realm. Immortal materials—coveted by all sects, yet vanishingly rare!
“Kid, your harvest might rival mine,” Qi Daolin said meaningfully.
“What did I gain?” Shi Hao muttered.
“Patience. It’ll manifest soon. And remember—whenever you encounter places with profound Dao truths, stop and study them, even if they seem incomprehensible at first,” Qi Daolin advised.
At their parting, Shi Hao recalled something. “Master, the Supreme Hall might have been carried into the upper realm by a giant turtle.”
“I know. A silver phoenix spotted it first, then was hunted by the Immortal Palace’s heir and his lackeys,” Qi Daolin nodded.
Shi Hao was startled but not surprised. Even some young prodigies knew of this. Qi Daolin, ever vigilant, must have been the most attentive.
“I will restore our lineage!” Qi Daolin vowed, his body ablaze with determination. Tearing through the void, he departed.
Shi Hao, too, set off, leaving the Fire Province and Celestial Province behind, embarking on his own journey.
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