Immortality from Taming Elephant

"Chen Yue from the Soul Ridge was the one who first plotted against Xu Mou, and Xu Mou only retaliated out of necessity."

The saint’s phantom nodded, "Your past proves you are quite a good person."

"Are you here for Han Cuo’s All Things Furnace as well?"

"All Things Furnace?"

"Is that the name Han Cuo used for the Emperor’s Divine Weapon he crafted?"

The Thousand Kills Saint Monarch noticed his confusion, and began speaking.

"This Fire Domain was not naturally formed."

"In past times, Immortal Venerable Han Cuo, with supreme divine techniques, intercepted the source of the Flame Power of the Supreme Spire scattered after the Fall of the Dragon Supreme, combined it with his own path of artifact refining, and opened a separate realm for artifact refining. Han Cuo crafted the Dao-proving Emperor Artifact All Things Furnace here, summoning the myriad of heavenly fires, employing secret techniques to bind part of the demonic thoughts from the Purple Moon Cavern as fuel, tempering the soul of the artifact.

The fire here, not an ordinary heavenly fire or earthly flame, is actually a fusion of the artifact fire and demonic thought fire, hence it has effects of burning divine souls and corroding the Dao foundation."

So that’s it!

Although Ling Xiao and Chu Monarch mentioned some things before, now with the saint’s explanation, he understood everything.

"Han Cuo’s artifact refining almost succeeded but ultimately failed." The Thousand Kills Saint Monarch’s voice was emotionless, "When the All Things Furnace was about to succeed and yet failed, it triggered backlash from the true forbidden entity deep within the Purple Moon Cavern. Han Cuo clashed with it, the aftermath destroyed most of this realm, he himself disappeared without a trace, leaving only this incomplete Fire Domain, and... countless beings drawn into it, becoming fuel for the artifact fire or nourishment for the demonic thoughts."

"Back then, I was arrogant enough to think my Killing Dao was near perfect, wanting to use the extreme conditions of this place to break through, but underestimated the strangeness of the fusion of the supreme demonic fire and millennial demonic thoughts. Though I tempered myself here, advancing in the Killing Dao, nearing the threshold of a Saint King, yet my Dao body and divine soul were too deeply infected by the artifact fire and demonic thoughts, ultimately unable to reverse the situation, forced to disassemble my body here, leaving a residual phantom, guarding the inheritance in the Hall of Clear Mind, silently waiting for a fated one."

The Thousand Kills Saint Monarch’s gaze once again focused on Xu Guang.

"You carry the demonic thought of a different species, able to resist the demonic thoughts here, even utilizing them, truly an anomaly. It is even rarer that your temperament is resolute and you share an irreconcilable enmity with the Soul Ridge."

Hearing this, Xu Guang’s heart was moved, and he respectfully saluted, "Does Senior have any orders? If it is within my ability, I shall not refuse."

"I hail from the Southern Domain, Thousand Streams Continent, and have a bloodline descendant, surname Lin, named Shuo, who inherited my ’Seven Kills True Solution.’ When I disassembled my body, he was still young, and I hadn’t left sufficient protection. Over thirty thousand years have passed, I don’t know how his descendants fare. If you ever find yourself in the Southern Domain, you may visit Thousand Streams Continent’s ’Broken Blade City’ and find the Lin descendants. If their path has not been severed, and their conduct is decent, then you shall look after them a bit; if they have faded into the crowd or strayed onto an evil path, let them be."

Xu Guang said solemnly, "I have noted it. If I have the opportunity to go to the Southern Domain, I will certainly seek out the Lin descendants."

The phantom of the Thousand Kills Saint Monarch nodded slightly, seeming a bit relieved. Then he raised his hand and summoned, the majestic phantom of the Hall of Clear Mind behind him vibrated intensely, the hall doors burst open with a boom, a stream of light shot out from the depths within the hall, landing in his palm.

It was a small nine-tiered tower, only three inches high, completely dark red, carved like it was made of blood jade.

The tower’s surface was covered with fine cracks, as if it might shatter at any moment, yet it emitted an unsettling sharp killing intent and a heavy sense that could suppress all beings.

"This is my life-bound Holy Artifact—Killing Tower." The phantom of the Thousand Kills Saint Monarch spoke flatly, "It has accompanied me through countless battles for thousands of years, drinking countless blood, containing my Killing Dao. It can keep you safe."

He gently pushed the blood-colored small tower, which turned into a stream of blood light and flew to Xu Guang.

Xu Guang took a deep breath, respectfully receiving the Killing Tower with both hands. It felt heavy and cold in his hands, its concentrated killing intent made his divine soul sting.

"Thank you, Senior, for your generous gift! I shall not squander this treasure!"

The phantom of the Thousand Kills Saint Monarch spoke no more, his figure began to gradually fade, the surrounding palace and statue phantoms also became blurry.

"The matters here are done, my obsession will disperse. The Hall of Clear Mind phantom, formed from my dao rhythm, may still linger briefly, you may rest and refine here."

With these words, the saint’s phantom completely dissipated, turning into specks of light, merging into the palace phantoms that were about to vanish. Only that blood-colored small tower laying quietly in Xu Guang’s palm proved that everything just now was not an illusion.

Xu Guang solemnly bowed three times towards the spot where the phantom vanished.

Subsequently, he did not dare to delay, immediately sitting cross-legged, placing the Killing Tower before him, ingesting the elixir, and operated his energy to recuperate.

Though the Hall of Clear Mind phantom was gradually disappearing, the lingering rhythm of the saint’s dao formed a relatively stable area, isolating the harsh environment outside, allowing Xu Guang to recover in peace.

Three days later.

Xu Guang opened his eyes, his inner brightness restrained, though his energy had not yet fully returned to its peak, it had stabilized.

Looking at the Killing Tower before him, after three days of initial nurturing with essence blood and divine soul, and communicating with the residual saint’s dao rhythm within the tower, he had established a weak connection with this Holy Artifact.

With a thought, the Killing Tower transformed into a stream of blood light and entered his dantian, suspended between the phantom of the Five Emperors Dharmakaya and the demonic thought coral.

The tower gently trembled, emitting a faint blood light and suppressing pressure, surprisingly calming the previously somewhat restless demonic thought coral, and making the operation of the Five Emperors Dharmakaya phantom seemingly smoother.

Xu Guang slowly rose to his feet.

Hearing this, Xu Guang’s heart was moved, and he respectfully saluted, "Does Senior have any orders? If it is within my ability, I shall not refuse."

"I hail from the Southern Domain, Thousand Streams Continent, and have a bloodline descendant, surname Lin, named Shuo, who inherited my ’Seven Kills True Solution.’ When I disassembled my body, he was still young, and I hadn’t left sufficient protection. Over thirty thousand years have passed, I don’t know how his descendants fare. If you ever find yourself in the Southern Domain, you may visit Thousand Streams Continent’s ’Broken Blade City’ and find the Lin descendants. If their path has not been severed, and their conduct is decent, then you shall look after them a bit; if they have faded into the crowd or strayed onto an evil path, let them be."

Xu Guang said solemnly, "I have noted it. If I have the opportunity to go to the Southern Domain, I will certainly seek out the Lin descendants."

The phantom of the Thousand Kills Saint Monarch nodded slightly, seeming a bit relieved. Then he raised his hand and summoned, the majestic phantom of the Hall of Clear Mind behind him vibrated intensely, the hall doors burst open with a boom, a stream of light shot out from the depths within the hall, landing in his palm.

It was a small nine-tiered tower, only three inches high, completely dark red, carved like it was made of blood jade.

The tower’s surface was covered with fine cracks, as if it might shatter at any moment, yet it emitted an unsettling sharp killing intent and a heavy sense that could suppress all beings.

"This is my life-bound Holy Artifact—Killing Tower." The phantom of the Thousand Kills Saint Monarch spoke flatly, "It has accompanied me through countless battles for thousands of years, drinking countless blood, containing my Killing Dao. It can keep you safe."

He gently pushed the blood-colored small tower, which turned into a stream of blood light and flew to Xu Guang.

Xu Guang took a deep breath, respectfully receiving the Killing Tower with both hands. It felt heavy and cold in his hands, its concentrated killing intent made his divine soul sting.

"Thank you, Senior, for your generous gift! I shall not squander this treasure!"

The phantom of the Thousand Kills Saint Monarch spoke no more, his figure began to gradually fade, the surrounding palace and statue phantoms also became blurry.

"The matters here are done, my obsession will disperse. The Hall of Clear Mind phantom, formed from my dao rhythm, may still linger briefly, you may rest and refine here."

With these words, the saint’s phantom completely dissipated, turning into specks of light, merging into the palace phantoms that were about to vanish. Only that blood-colored small tower laying quietly in Xu Guang’s palm proved that everything just now was not an illusion.

Xu Guang solemnly bowed three times towards the spot where the phantom vanished.

Subsequently, he did not dare to delay, immediately sitting cross-legged, placing the Killing Tower before him, ingesting the elixir, and operated his energy to recuperate.

Though the Hall of Clear Mind phantom was gradually disappearing, the lingering rhythm of the saint’s dao formed a relatively stable area, isolating the harsh environment outside, allowing Xu Guang to recover in peace.

Three days later.

Xu Guang opened his eyes, his inner brightness restrained, though his energy had not yet fully returned to its peak, it had stabilized.

Looking at the Killing Tower before him, after three days of initial nurturing with essence blood and divine soul, and communicating with the residual saint’s dao rhythm within the tower, he had established a weak connection with this Holy Artifact.

With a thought, the Killing Tower transformed into a stream of blood light and entered his dantian, suspended between the phantom of the Five Emperors Dharmakaya and the demonic thought coral.

The tower gently trembled, emitting a faint blood light and suppressing pressure, surprisingly calming the previously somewhat restless demonic thought coral, and making the operation of the Five Emperors Dharmakaya phantom seemingly smoother.

Xu Guang slowly rose to his feet.