Primordial One Qi Sleeve
Yang Tian sorrowfully embraced Yuan Xia. Eventually, he looked up and froze. He grabbed World Cauldron and stomped over to the sign. He raised it up to smash down only to suddenly widen his eyes. He spun around and went back to Yuan Xia. His Bloodline jumped, and then he smirked. He stomped, summoning his golden titan. He thundered, “Open!”
The Dao palace began to split. He returned to the scene before. He opened his eyes. He sensed his Bloodline inside Yuan Xia’s body. She died before, but their Bloodline didn’t resonate, and he finally understood the reason behind it. It was all an illusion designed as a test in a secret realm.
Yang Clan’s Bloodline was too superior to be copied. That realisation saved him from failing. If he actually failed, he’d live on as a body of anguish for eternity. In short, he passed the test, yet failed, as he showed his martial spirit wasn’t firm; he was too emotionally attached to Yuan Xia and Yang Xiao.
Yang Tian stood up. He flicked his sleeve and smiled. “I’m no saint. If reaching the pinnacle means being cold and aloof, I’ll pass.”
Yang Tian’s Dao was protecting those around him as well as reaching the path, not one exclusively. Thus, he didn’t regret losing the opportunity. He took one last glance at the sign before spinning around to leave. His hand was on the door, and he was ready to push it open. Suddenly, someone laughed aloud. “Correct, I’m not a saint. If I was aloof all my life, I’d rather be dead!”
Yang Tian froze and looked over his shoulder to discover the sign spoke. In other words, the sign was a Spiritual Artefact that stood the test of time. The door to the hall opened. A golden beam shot toward his forehead. He tried to dodge, but his body froze. Boom! The beam went into his head, and his mind landed in an unknown void.
The unknown void contained a mass of Primordial Qi. He couldn’t identify the place. A Daoist appeared, clothes fluttering. “I have a technique that allows me to absorb everything in the world. Whether or not you can grasp it will depend on your luck.”
Yang Tian witnessed the mass of Primordial Qi disperse. A star river manifested. The Daoist flicked his sleeve, collecting all of the stars. The Daoist executed the same flick a second time restoring Primordial Qi and the stars to where they originally were.
“The technique is called Primordial One Qi Sleeve. Once you master it, you can collect any item you want. It is a technique with many variations.” The Daoist poked at Yang Tian’s head and gradually faded.
Yang Tian: “Primordial One Qi Sleeve!”
The pain knocked Yang Tian out.
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Eighteen dolls had dropped outside after half a day. Those who obtained one focused on refining right away. Chubby and Xiaoji were lucky enough to have one despite their young age. The youth with Mother Earth Divine Body improved most rapidly because he was granted the biggest opportunity and continuously absorbed self-renewing soil’s energy.
The miracle stone shook. It had five dolls! Five!
Di Lin was frustrated. He had yet to hear back from his clan after reaching out to them. All races that weren’t human were on edge.
Tree: “A challenging tribulation is coming…”
A day went by. Human cultivators were still inside. A number of monsters had left once they grew sick of waiting.
Yuan Xia spent the entire day grasping Soil Series. After that, she opened her eyes and wondered why Yang Tian still hadn’t exited.
Yang Tian woke up after half a day. When he touched his eyelids, he felt refreshed – mainly because he hadn’t slept in a long time. He didn’t sleep in a long time for he was constantly busy with his cultivation. He sighed. He sat down and entered his sea of consciousness. He saw a golden light. He smiled. “Primordial One Qi Sleeve!”
Yang Tian rubbed his hands and tried to go inside, only to find there was a barrier keeping him out. He realised it was due to his cultivation not being up to scratch. It also proved the divine technique, Primordial One Qi Sleeve, was superior to Nine Transformations Divine Devil Steps.
Yang Tian stretched his back out, and then he bowed to the sign. He got to his feet and walked off, only to return after a few steps. He gazed at the golden cushion and murmured, “There’s something odd about this cushion. It looks as good as new after a million years.”
Yang Tian picked up the cushion and ran his hands over it. There was something hard in one spot. Unsure, he scratched his head and flipped it over. He slipped his hand into the slot to find something circular. He found the feeling odd. He took it out. It was a fist-sized crystal ball. There was no active energy inside. He sent golden wisps of energy inside.
The crystal ball reactivated. Primordial Qi burst. The temple shook! Tremendous divine power stirred within the ball!
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