Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 259 - 163 The Arrival of the Divine Weapon

Chapter 259: Chapter 163: The Arrival of the Divine Weapon Treasure Realm

Chapter 259 -163: The Arrival of the Divine Weapon Treasure Realm

The consciousness within the Golden Ghost Mask enveloped his soul, and then from the Void Flower, another lively consciousness extended, penetrating into the awareness of the Golden Ghost Mask to wrap around Chen Qing’s soul once more.

A double-layer matryoshka doll?

What’s more mysterious is that the Void Flower seemed to open a purple door.

Chen Qing no longer hesitated, his consciousness stepping into that purple doorway.

As the gate closed, Chen Qing could see that the Golden Ghost Mask and the Void Flower were controlling his body’s movements.

It’s a bit like watching oneself move through a pane of glass.

At this moment, Chen Qing became even more curious about what lay beyond that purple doorway. After a careful survey, however, he discerned only a confined small space, feeling no sense of crowding, given he had entered in spirit.

A long staircase ascended to the Gao Tian, reminiscent of the peak of Longevity Mountain, yet seemingly not.

Half real, half illusion; perception here is utterly pointless.

Chen Qing didn’t dare to extend his own senses.

With every step on the stairway, two Daoists of inscrutable strength would nod at him slightly.

Onward he went, past a hundred steps, and the scene remained the same.

These Daoists must at least be at the Mystic Gate Realm!

Is this the power of Miao God?

Perhaps it’s the accumulation of ten thousand years.

Or do the Mystic Gate Realm assemblages from the nine great king cities all gather here?

These, Chen Qing did not know.

After all, he hadn’t seen his father-in-law.

As he walked, the consciousness within the Golden Ghost Mask grew more similar to his own, even in thought.

Except for the deepest level of consciousness, it seemed to mimic all that Chen Qing had recently done.

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As for the consciousness of the Void Flower, it kept repeating: I am the Master of Mortal World!

Each Daoist he saw was different from the last, making it clear to Chen Qing that these were all real entities.

Some even conversed about news concerning himself.

“Is this the one from Qingxu?”

“He will soon be one of us.”

“I wonder what divine position the sect will give him.”

“It’s very likely he’ll rank above us, so respect would be wise.”

“Only those who emerge alive from the Death Realm truly stand above us.”

“If one doesn’t make it out alive, they’re but a handful of dust in the end.”

The higher he went, the more frightening the sights became.

A towering stairway suspended in the sky, leading to an indescribable Divine Temple in the distance.

After passing nearly three thousand Daoists, Chen Qing, beholding the magnificent and mysterious Divine Temple, felt as if he saw an endless sea of soldiers.

Before Chen Qing, in the temple, a sword named Dragon Sparrow was being forged.

Golden hammers falling from the sky continuously struck the blade.

The Divine Temple itself was in perpetual change, seemingly reflecting what was in his heart.

And flanking the stairway were no longer Daoists, but paintings and swords.

Some were Qilins dozing off, while some places were empty.

It seems that beings who transcended the mortal realm have no interest in observing Chen Qing’s pilgrimage to Miao God.

Advancing further, the path ahead suddenly cleared, no longer confined to stairs, but expanding to both sides.

Thrones emerged into view.

There were Sword Thrones, Blade Thrones, Spear Thrones—virtually every kind of weapon had its throne.

Each throne’s appearance was unique; the Sword Throne had a long sword placed behind it.

Above the Blade Throne hung golden blades on both sides.

Most bizarre was the Axe Throne, resembling a guillotine.

Chen Qing wondered how one could possibly sit there.

Chen Qing thought he wouldn’t see anyone here, but saw a middle-aged man, about forty years old, sizing him up ahead.

As Chen Qing passed by, the man said: “You can wreak havoc in Wu Country, those inept princes, even if you kill a few, I don’t care.”

Could this be King Wu?

With this doubt, he moved forward only to see a woman in red, clad in a fiery feathered robe, seated on a throne engraved with flaming totems.

“Don’t believe him, King Wu is old and has no interest in coming to see you, youngster.”

“The one who just spoke to you is King Wu’s rival.”

“Don’t look at me or speak to me.”

“You’re here to worship Miao God, and speaking to me would be disrespectful to Miao God.”

“Disrespecting Miao God here is not as simple to resolve as slaying someone like you would in the mortal world.”

The woman lifted her hand and plucked a feather from her robe, inserting it among Chen Qing’s hair.

“Be careful, don’t be like my husband.”

“If you ever leave the Death Realm and people seek troubles with you, you may hide in my South Sea!”

South Sea?

Husband?

Who is this woman?

A sovereign?

Why is she telling me these things?

Passing the woman and moving on, the scenery on both sides changed drastically once more.

One side was a hazy celestial palace, the other an immortal island rising and falling.

One place had a furnace as though containing a small world.

Another was full of vital energy and thriving life.

The four directions of the world were different, devoid of any living creatures.

These short four steps, it seemed, could never be fully traversed.

After what felt like an eternity, having journeyed these narrow four steps, Chen Qing finally stepped foot into the Divine Temple.

The gates of the Divine Temple towered endlessly high; inside, the temple was vast and expansive.

A colossal Divine Image stood at the center of the grand hall, with three heads and six arms.

Behind each head, a Divine Ring surrounded by blazing flames.

Of the three heads, one female, one male.

The one in the center, however, had a green face with fangs.