Chapter 673 492: Bright Splendor Radiant Origin Scripture_2

Li Qinghong shook his head and said,

"Certainly, he must be made aware. If it cannot be concealed, then so be it."

Li Xuanxuan pondered and nodded, taking out a letter from his sleeve and handing it to the child, he said softly,

"You should memorize this."

Li Zhouwei nodded quietly, took the book, and read it carefully. He flipped through the pages gently, re-reading it from beginning to end, then handed the book back to Li Xuanxuan and replied,

"I have memorized it."

"Good!"

Li Xuanxuan couldn't help but praise aloud. It should be known that these were thousands of words and he, without any cultivation level, could memorize them like this was truly not easy. After testing him a couple of times and finding he indeed remembered, they then proceeded forward.

The three of them entered the inner part of the ancestral hall, knocked a few times on the barren stone wall, and to their surprise, a stone door appeared.

"Hu-la-la..."

A slightly rough friction sound arose, and Li Zhouwei slowly widened his eyes. Following the elders inside, he discovered that the stone chamber was tranquil and level, its pale white light making the stone platform appear faintly visible.

The child's dark golden eyes surveyed the surroundings, fixating on the suspended greenish-white Spirit Sword above the main seat, and he thought to himself,

'It must be the Green Ruler Sword and Sword Canon!'

He was about to stand firm when he heard Li Xuanxuan say softly,

"Weier, kneel down."

Li Zhouwei felt curious in his heart but had just lowered his head when he heard the voices of Li Xuanxuan and Li Qinghong together—one coarse and aged, the other vigorous and strong—echoing in the chamber:

"The Qingdu Li Clan, in devout service, graciously prepares abundant offerings and sacrifices, to beseech the Talisman for our juniors, reverently inquiring after the profound and mysterious Dao for dominating destiny and soothing spirits, in dedication to the pursuit of Taoist practice..."

"We shall speak of the Hour to convey achievement, to fulfill the faithful promise, following the Incantation to burn the Talisman, we offer ourselves to Taiyin."

As their voices reverberated through the chamber, Li Zhouwei's eyes widened slightly in shock. Before he could ponder the meaning of their words, he slowly lifted his head and saw a white light brightening on the stone platform.

This white light was dazzling and radiant, shining through a small hole as if something was slowly struggling to emerge from within, with the obscure color of The Great Void faintly visible.

He stared blankly for a moment; the fragrance of osmanthus tickling his nostrils. Li Xuanxuan and Li Qinghong exchanged glances, just revealing joy in their expressions when they heard Li Zhouwei let out a muffled hum.

"Mhm..."

He suddenly covered his eyes, trembling tears sliding down his cheeks, letting out a pained hum. Li Qinghong, with her sharp instincts, immediately realized,

'This child's eyes are extraordinary! Directly gazing at such an immortal object, of course, he'll be affected!'

Without delay, she gently patted his back and said warmly,

"Still your Qi and concentrate your spirit, remember the spell, and guide the Talisman Seed."

Li Zhouwei only felt a gentle tremor from his Qi Sea, and a white light surged forth. It turned out to be the White Pill, lustrous and bright. He quickly sat cross-legged, recited the Incantation, and guided the Talisman Seed.

Li Xuanxuan let out a sigh of relief, quickly joining Li Qinghong in leaving the stone chamber, a smile emerging on his face as he whispered,

"Although we had predicted that the child would most certainly receive the Talisman Seed, it's only after he truly has received it that one can relax."

"It wasn't easy."

Li Qinghong said,

"How long has it been since someone in our family has received a Talisman? Ximing hardly managed to have a child or two, and we don't even know if they have a Spirit Aperture. Xijun remains single... not one of the Chengming generation has been blessed by the immortals..."

"Fortunately, we have Zhouwei..."

Li Xuanxuan sighed, his mood lifting. Li Qinghong was about to speak when she suddenly lifted her head, her expression both shocked and joyous, looking toward the mountain range in the north.

Li Xuanxuan, not having reached Foundation Establishment, had a much weaker sense of perception. He quickly looked in that direction, catching glimpses of flying snow and cold wind, his joy appearing on the tips of his brows as he exclaimed,

"It's Jade Court Peak!"

The mountaintop was covered in white snow, pine winds gusting. Li Qinghong hurriedly stepped onto the Thunder Light and went out, sure enough to see snow drifting above Jade Court Peak, where howling cold winds prevailed. Although the surrounding skies were clear, the snowfall on that mountain peak seemed relentless, determinedly falling towards the center.

At the same time, the north wind shook, and every green pine on the mountain shed its snow, a pure white streak of light rose from the peak, and the cold pine snow hit one's face, but it was a youth in white, carrying a sword on his back.

"Auntie!"

Li Xijun's appearance seemed even younger than before his seclusion, he strolled elegantly through the snow, with his Spirit Sword Han Lin buzzing excitedly behind him, his sword-like eyebrows raised, revealing a touch of joy.

"What a good lad."

Li Qinghong smiled without speaking, while Li Xuanxuan chased out with a hearty laugh. Among the many children of the Ximing generation, Li Xijun was the closest to him. His joy at this moment was sincere, he pulled his hand, smiling from ear to ear.

Li Xijun's demeanor now contained a chilliness and detachment more than before, he smoothed his white robe and replied,

"Not letting down the expectations of my elders, Xijun has forged the Taoist Foundation 'Pine on Snow,' with abilities to tread snow and harness the cold, to stir the north wind, to augment sword light, to advance spells, to increase lifespan, and to resist injuries..."

As he went down with the two of them, he courteously discussed his own Immortal Foundation,

"Treading snow and harnessing the cold, stirring the north wind—these have a remarkable effect against Qi Cultivators, capable of disrupting others' spell winds, and can also enhance spells and sword light with the cold snow and north wind, making it an Immortal Foundation skilled in spell battles."

"This Immortal Foundation can also enhance lifespan and reduce the severity of injuries sustained, allowing one to endure longer in places where the Spirit Mechanism is sparse and perilous..."

He recounted the main effects, showed a few new spells he had obtained with the Immortal Foundation, and then pinched his fingers, explaining,

"That 'Tujun Kuiguang' has also undergone many changes, it's now thirty percent stronger than before. I understand now why one should practice spells before Foundation Establishment..."

He mused,

"Perhaps it's influenced by this, now whenever I cast this spell, I naturally engage the Immortal Foundation within me. Complementing each other, their power greatly increases..."

Li Xuanxuan listened with a smile, showing a very pleased expression. Li Xijun looked slightly puzzled and asked in a low voice,

"I was just in the middle of a good seclusion; who knew that the Spirit Mechanism and Earth Vein fluctuations in the world would be incessant, flickering in and out... quite perilous, if it weren't for the support of that Sui Origin Pill, I'm afraid I would have been utterly confused."

"...This mess!"

Li Xuanxuan didn't know how to begin for a moment, and just said softly,

"You're somewhat okay... Over at Guiluan's side... she has already undergone spiritual dispersion... Your sister buried her Spiritual Metamorphosis and Yuanjiao together, considering it a joint burial as husband and wife."

Li Xijun's face turned pale, and it seemed he had anticipated this, he said softly,

"Uncle came looking for her, my aunt was one of the most intelligent people, she had guessed long ago he would not return, this breakthrough in seclusion was with a preparedness for death, not searching for a way to survive."

Li Xuanxuan was even more silent, his eyes fell on the temple on the mountain, thinking of Li Zhouwei. He said softly,

"This matter is a long story, let's talk about it in detail later... Zhouwei is in the temple, we should go see him first!"

After all, the three of them were outside the Formation, it was not appropriate to speak of matters related to the Talisman. Li Xijun, being one to catch seven parts of the conversation from three parts spoken, understood what it meant that "he is in the temple," and said warmly,

"Indeed, this is not the place for discussion, let's talk after we enter the mountain."

The three of them returned to the temple where, to their surprise, they found Li Zhouwei already standing quietly in the secret chamber, raising an eye of dark gold as if sensing something, staring at the Stone Platform.

"So fast!"

Li Xuanxuan had witnessed the reception of Talismans by generations of his family; which one did not spend several Hours in the process? Some had to wait from daylight till nightfall to complete their reception of the Talisman.

Now, within the time to burn a stick of incense, Li Zhouwei had already finished taking on the Talisman, standing thoughtfully in place waiting— the elder sighed internally and hurried over to ask,

"Zhouwei, have you obtained any spells or incantations?"

The boy lifted his head lightly, the gold and white robe fluttering in the wind, he answered,

"I obtained the Zifu Cultivation Method."

These words, like thunder in their ears, left all three stunned. Li Xuanxuan's face flushed with waves of red as he muttered,

"What?!"

Li Zhouwei simply nodded, his dark gold eyes blinking as he stated word for word,

"Fifth Grade Zifu Cultivation Method, 'Bright Splendor Radiant Origin Scripture.'