The Ancient God Clan

Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 7

Chapter 7: The Second Layer of the Stone Tower

The Supreme Elder's figure paused slightly before speaking, "Second level of the Earth Profound realm, why aren't you hiding anymore? You seem to be unwilling to yield. Today, I'll make you submit!"

"Old man, don't push me!" Mo Yang roared, channeling all of his true energy.

"I’m pushing just to make you submit!"

......

Suddenly, the wind picked up in the small courtyard, and two figures darted back and forth, accompanied by the sound of clashes. After a short while, Mo Yang was sent flying through the air.

After stabilizing himself, Mo Yang's chest heaved heavily, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Although the exchange was brief, the continuous use of his Lingxu Step to dodge had drained a significant amount of his true energy.

He cast a cold glance at the Supreme Elder. Despite the elder's heavy strikes, Mo Yang could tell the force was controlled perfectly—he wasn’t truly trying to harm him.

"Is this all you’ve got? I thought you’d be a real challenge. Look at you, still trying to impress me in the training hall!" The Supreme Elder stood with his hands behind his back, sneering at Mo Yang.

Though his words seemed dismissive, the elder’s heart wasn’t so calm. This was the first time in all his years that he’d encountered a cultivator as monstrous as Mo Yang.

When Mo Yang was first brought to the sect by the Fourth Elder, the Supreme Elder had already been impressed by his extraordinary comprehension. This is what had caused him to care so much for Mo Yang once he realized he could cultivate.

And this was why he had been so determined to pair Mo Yang with Su Fei’er!

The elder knew very well that if he wanted to keep Mo Yang around, he had to give him something to care about. With the Fourth Elder's fall, the only person left he could think of was Su Fei’er.

Over the years, the elder had observed Mo Yang’s character, especially after the Fourth Elder's demise. He knew that as long as Mo Yang had someone to care for, even if he eventually left, he would always stay connected with Lingxu Sect.

Before Mo Yang could speak, the Supreme Elder raised his hand and flicked a small box toward him, saying, "This is a spiritual herb I obtained during my travels several years ago. Your cultivation is advancing too quickly, and this will help stabilize your foundation. Kid, the road of cultivation is long, don’t rush it."

Mo Yang caught the box and opened it. Inside, he found a dried-up spiritual ginseng. He was shocked. This type of ginseng was extremely rare and would be incredibly beneficial to a cultivator. He hadn’t expected the Supreme Elder to give him such a gift directly.

"Could this be the true meaning of the Dao?" Mo Yang’s mind was stirred as the sound waves continued to resonate in his head, leading him toward a deeper understanding of the technique.

Around him, the mysterious symbols etched into the tower’s walls began to glow with divine radiance. At the entrance to the second level of the tower, the protective barrier trembled and then dissipated like fog.

"This... The barrier is gone!" Mo Yang exclaimed in shock, a surge of excitement rising in his chest. He had thought that only after reaching the Heavenly Profound realm would he be able to enter the second level, but now it had opened ahead of schedule.

He quickly stood up and walked toward the stone steps. As he ascended the winding staircase, he felt a deep sense of anticipation.

Without hesitation, he climbed the steps and reached the second level without any obstruction. But the second level was completely different from the first. The first thing he saw was a dark alchemy furnace, its flames still flickering inside, suggesting they had never extinguished.

"How is this possible? Could the fire in this furnace burn endlessly?" Mo Yang was astounded. Alchemy was a separate path of cultivation, with its unique methods and mysterious formulas rarely shared with others. Most cultivators would never have the chance to come into contact with such secrets.

He forced himself to calm down and approached the furnace, where he found the surrounding area in disarray, with dried-up herbs scattered around, and several dusty ancient scrolls.

Mo Yang had an inkling of what was happening. Cautiously, he bent down and picked up one of the ancient scrolls, brushing off the dust. The faded, ancient characters were still discernible.

"Divine Alchemy Dao!" Mo Yang muttered softly.

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