Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu

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If that's truly the case, then how would the history of the Ancient Times record this bizarre elixir theft case?

Chen Qing walked out of the elixir medicine room, pushed the side door on the other side, extended his hand, and pushed, to no avail.

Even though Chen Qing used all his strength, he still couldn't push it open.

Immediately, he made a hand gesture, performing a Shrinking Skill, and slipped through the crack into the room.

Inside, he could smell a strong medicinal fragrance, and in a flowerpot, there was a golden herb resembling a long vine, with a body like yellow jade.

Chen Qing was slightly pleased, "Is this the so-called king of herbs, the Medicine King?"

It was quite a gain, but the only thing he needed to think about was how to take it away.

He didn't know what would happen if he brought a living thing from the Ancient Times back to the present.

Chen Qing lifted his hand and put the Medicine King into his sleeve.

Collecting all the elixirs, the Pill Book, and treasured herbs, Chen Qing descended the mountain and ventured further.

Having just arrived here, he had already reaped so many rewards; later, he should discover even more treasures.

The only thing that intrigued Chen Qing was the principle behind this Age History Book.

However, regardless of its principle, the power of this Age History Book far exceeded his imagination.

It didn't seem to be just an ordinary Innate Treasure, but involved a deeper level of authority.

He felt like a bear that had fallen into a pot of honey, where any treasure he could see could be easily taken at will.

It was like a ripe orchard with all its treasures ready for picking.

All he had to do was discover them.

Was this the inheritance left by the fisherman for the Jiguang Sect?

It shouldn't be called the Age History Book, but rather be named the Fisherman's Treasure Vault.

Chen Qing flew over mountains and rivers for another small year, finally approaching a crimson mansion ahead.

This mansion was not far from the top of Kunlun Mountain, and according to Chen Qing's observation, it would take two or three years to reach the summit from here, equating to two or three days outside.

In front of the entrance to this red mansion, on the left doorpost were the Ancient Text: The heavens are clear, the earth is clean, a blue ribbon surrounds the three heavens.

To the right: No matter who you are, kneel nine times before the door.

The banner read: Children do not enter, the Immortal Mansion resides.

Chen Qing pondered over these completely asymmetrical and even irrelevant phrases, wondering why such an asymmetrical style prevailed.

An ancient style?

The Qilin he had seen before was the same, with the horn only on the left, while the right side was empty.

He looked at the gatekeeper who stood guard, left side bare-chested, right side robed, strangely, the exposed left arm lacked tattoos, while the right, wrapped in the sleeve, bore some greenish totem tattoos.

His two eyes were an odd pair: one white iris, the other red and white iris, utterly asymmetrical.

Black and white symmetry was a kind of symmetry, but here, even that didn't exist.

It seemed somewhat like it had suffered some form of pollution.

He entered the red mansion and saw on the left myriad pavilions and on the right clouds swirling with suspended streams.

Upon arriving at Kunlun, his sense of aesthetics began to slightly shift.

Everything here appeared extraordinarily strange.

Chen Qing stepped into the mist and suddenly discovered a passage through the fog. Following it forward, he saw in the array ahead that the formation eye had been stolen, leaving an empty hole.

"The Netherworld King took away a Gu here."

Chen Qing started to understand why the Netherworld King held such terrifying renown within the Jiguang Sect.

He too could enter here, this world where the fisherman had eradicated All Gods.

Here, a plethora of King Gu was left for them to seize.

More terrifyingly, the Netherworld King arrived here a hundred years before him.

Before him, the Netherworld King had come here six times, the first for himself, and the subsequent five due to requests from other sect members. The Netherworld King came here to help them obtain the so-called fisherman's "Holy Bone."

"So, the Netherworld King is hiding this secret, hiding this place's real identity as a treasure burial ground."

"He not only obtained a large collection of treasures from here but also gained immense support."

Walking up to this spot, he suddenly saw a letter ahead. The text on the letter, however, wasn't in Ancient Text but in the current script.

Cautiously, Chen Qing waved a hand and cast a Divine Image to open the letter.

[To Prince Wen Chen Qing:

I have come here and already taken the Blood Spirit King Gu.

This Gu has little use for me, but it can be useful for my subordinates.

Of course, these matters are not crucial.

Ultimately, for you and me, regardless of whether it's you or I, King Gu is merely something easily obtainable.

So, let's make a deal.

After arriving here, I foresaw your coming.

You also possess the fisherman's Gu, allowing you to come and go freely here.

In the eyes of the world, we are bound to clash eventually.

Just like you and Ji Dang.

I had initially thought that we would inevitably fight it out, battling for authority over life and death with our own lives.

However, that wasn't actually the case.

Because this place is vast, with many inheritances left by the fisherman.

We can totally explore them together and each achieve Ascension.

I have no interest in those so-called destined rivals; rather than separating life and death like you and Ji Dang and eventually merely gaining a sliver of a chance to become a god, it's better if we overturn this era together.

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