Chapter 242: Chapter 231: New Magic
When the myriad mysteries and inner workings of this brand new Magic unfurled within his Heart and Spirit like a scroll, becoming utterly clear and distinct,
its name, as if heaven-sent, naturally materialized in Qi Yun’s mind.
The Treasure Creation Spell!
This technique was not a method of Artifact Refining, like forging Golden Stone or creating Talismans.
Instead, it used Mysterious Techniques to transform the ethereal, purely conceptual Daoist Intent into the tangible, temporary form of a Magical Treasure!
It could also be used on items already containing Daoist Intent, temporarily activating and solidifying that intent into a treasure.
However, treasures created by this spell were not permanent.
Once the spell’s power faded, the treasure’s form would dissipate, reverting to ethereal Daoist Intent.
Having grasped the spell’s essence, an irrepressible, exploratory light burst forth in Qi Yun’s eyes.
He immediately decided to test the wonders of this technique.
With a flicker of thought, he didn’t retrieve any external objects.
Instead, he drew upon the profound understanding and Sword Intent of the Nanming Li Fire Sword Technique from deep within his Divine Soul.
It was a blazing, domineering Daoist Intent capable of incinerating all things, yet it also carried a brilliant, unconcealed edge. Formless and intangible, it nonetheless existed as a real part of his Dao Foundation’s comprehension.
The mystery of Creation, condensing the void into reality!
Innate and complete, creation without end!
Qi Yun chanted the Treasure Creation Spell. His fingers moved as if pulling invisible threads, tracing a series of incomparably complex Treasure Creation Talismans in the air before him. The talismans shimmered with a chaotic glimmer,
pulling the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Mechanism into a frenzied convergence.
Then, he forcefully drove the pure Daoist Intent of the Nanming Li Fire Sword Technique into the Treasure Creation Talisman.
VMMMM—!!!
The Treasure Talisman erupted in brilliant light, emitting a resonant Daoist hum like a great bell!
A scorching Nanming Li Fire ignited from the void. The peerlessly sharp Sword Intent merged perfectly with the world-burning Li Fire.
Within the Treasure Talisman, the outline of a longsword began to form.
The light grew ever brighter, the sword’s shape ever clearer.
A few breaths later, the Treasure Talisman’s radiance abruptly imploded.
It then burst apart, dissolving into a sky-filling shower of light.
And before Qi Yun, a longsword over a hundred feet long, its entire body seemingly forged from Flowing Light and spiritual rainbows, now hung silently in the air!
The blade radiated a terrifying sharpness and heat, an intent that could shatter space and incinerate the Ten Thousand Laws.
Tendrils of Nanming Li Fire danced around the blade like living things, scorching the void until it began to warp.
Nanming Li Fire Sword.
Although this sword wasn’t forged from metal, it was as solid and tangible as a real one.
Its sharp sword pressure and searing Daoist Intent were completely unconcealed, its might heaven-shaking!
At Qi Yun’s thought, the Nanming Li Fire Sword—temporarily condensed by the Treasure Creation Spell—acted as if it had a spiritual nature. It let out a clear chime and transformed into a Vermilion Rainbow.
FWOOSH—!
The sword-rainbow passed silently, and the entire training grounds of the Cyan Mountain Daoist Temple seemed to plunge into a sea of flames. The illusion of an overwhelming, fiery ocean billowed up.
This drew the gazes of many Holy Sect Masters, who wondered what was happening here.
’To be this terrifying with only thirty percent of its power!’
Marveling at the terrifying power of the Nanming Li Fire Sword, Qi Yun was just about to recall the Divine Sword.
The light of the distant Nanming Li Fire Sword began to flicker rapidly, its blade growing transparent and illusory.
In the span of three to five breaths, it vanished as quietly as a soap bubble, reverting to the primal Nanming Li Fire Sword Intent before returning to Heaven and Earth, leaving no trace.
"A fine Magic, a fine Magic indeed!" Qi Yun smiled and nodded, his eyes gleaming with exceptional light.
Although the Treasure Creation Spell couldn’t create permanent Magical Treasures,
its wondrous ability to turn the ethereal into the real, to forge a treasure from intent alone, was simply heaven-defying!
Feeling the perfect synergy between the Treasure Creation Spell and Daluo Heaven, Qi Yun was overjoyed.
This path of the Creation Skill was truly growing broader and broader.
He wondered how many more marvels awaited him on the path ahead!
Now, for offense, he had his various Divine Techniques; for his Creation Skill, he had Daluo Heaven as his source; for premonitions, he had the Cave Profound Serpent hidden up his sleeve; and with the addition of the Treasure Creation Spell to turn intent into a weapon, his ability to adapt to any situation had increased immensely!
The path of the Dao was long, its mysteries endless.
Just as Qi Yun’s Heart and Spirit was immersed in the wondrous mystery of the Treasure Creation Spell—its ability to manifest treasures from the void and its endless applications,
and as he felt utterly satisfied with the results of his Creation Skill, the void before him suddenly stirred!
The surrounding nature’s spiritual energy gathered spontaneously. Strands of seven-colored, auspicious qi manifested from thin air, swirling like fine gauze. Illusory golden lamps and sacred leaves flickered in the air.
’It’s happening again...’ Having experienced it once before, Qi Yun knew exactly what this was. He stared intently at the center of the phenomenon, a flicker of anticipation rising in his heart.
These were the auspicious signs preceding the descent of a Daoist Grace!
Sure enough, the myriad rays of light and layers of auspicious signs gradually converged, condensing into a ball of soft, clear light.
Within the clear light was neither an Elixir nor any crafting materials.
Instead, a neatly folded Deep Blue Daoist Robe floated quietly in the air.
Qi Yun reached out curiously. The moment his fingertip touched the Daoist Robe, a warm and gentle Spiritual Mechanism flowed into his body, and all information about the robe instantly flooded his mind.
The robe was called—Hundred Feet Heaven!
The robe was a deep blue, made of a material that was neither cloth nor brocade. Its color was like the deep sea at midnight, or the clear sky after a rainstorm.
The robe was unadorned with embroidery or patterns, with only specks of Star Dust hidden in its weave. A Mixed Element Silk Ribbon cinched its waist, from which hung seven Jade Bells corresponding to the Big Dipper. With every step, they would produce a clear, crisp sound that cleansed one’s Heart Demon.
The robe would automatically activate when worn.
Any malicious attack—be it a Flying Sword, Magical Treasure, Curse Art, Divine Technique, or even a physical blow—would enter the "Hundred Feet Heaven" domain the moment it came within a hundred feet of the wearer.
The more frantic the assault, the more endless that hundred-foot distance would seem.
What seemed to be within arm’s reach was, in reality, farther than the edge of the sky.
"What a treasure!"
After processing this information, Qi Yun’s eyes lit up with delighted surprise.
Although this robe was not an offensive treasure, its defensive power was absolutely top-tier.
Its subtle influence on the Cosmic Jade Space, in particular, made it a perfect shield against ambushes and sneak attacks.
Paired with the karma-warning Cave Profound Serpent in his sleeve,
one for warning and one for defense, they complemented each other perfectly.
With a flicker of his thoughts, the Hundred Feet Heaven Daoist robe turned into a Flowing Light and automatically clad his body.
The deep blue robe fit him perfectly. Specks of Star Dust flowed across its surface, and the Jade Bells at his waist resonated gently with his breathing, emitting a pleasant, clear chime that further clarified his mind.
An indescribable sense of security and calm washed over him.
"And to top it all off, it’s a... Magical Treasure."
Qi Yun’s fingers gently brushed the deep blue hem of the Hundred Feet Heaven robe, feeling its unique texture, neither cloth nor brocade.
He could clearly sense a nascent yet exceptionally keen spiritual nature slowly awakening within the robe, silently merging with his own aura.
Magical Treasure and Magical Artifact. Though their names differed by a single word, the gap between their miraculous abilities was as vast as that between the clouds and the earth.
The core difference lay in its spiritual nature!
No matter how strong a Magical Artifact, it required its master’s activation to unleash its power, making it little more than an inanimate object.
A Magical Treasure, however, possesses a spirit. It can connect with its master’s mind and will protect them automatically, unleashing its miraculous powers in moments of crisis without needing to be consciously controlled.
According to legend, some Ancient Treasures, born in distant ages and possessing powerful spiritual natures,
could even absorb the Essence of Heaven and Earth to cultivate on their own, growing and enhancing their own Tiered Dao Essence!
For the Hundred Feet Heaven to possess such a strong spiritual nature right from its creation, its future potential was easy to imagine.
Qi Yun’s heart filled with even greater joy as he savored the subtle connection between himself and this newly acquired Magical Treasure.
Just as he was immersing himself in this new gain, carefully pondering the profound depths of the Hundred Feet Heaven,
he suddenly sensed something and looked up toward the horizon.
He saw a rainbow of light, crimson as fire yet carrying a searing, righteous aura, tearing through the sky from the distance.
Its target was clear: his Cyan Mountain Daoist Temple!
Qi Yun narrowed his eyes. A quick scan with his Divine Sense revealed the aura and appearance of the person within the Escape Light, and a soft sound of surprise escaped his lips.
"Junior Martial Uncle Chi Yang?"
The newcomer had a burly build and a resolute face. He wore a crimson Daoist Robe, and his aura was both scorching and majestic.
It was none other than another Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Master from the sect, one who was known to be at odds with Black Mountain Master—Chi Yang Master.
A flurry of thoughts crossed Qi Yun’s mind, but his expression remained impassive as he straightened the new Hundred Feet Heaven Daoist Robe he wore.
The Jade Bells at his waist chimed faintly with his movement, clearing his Heart and Spirit.
He stood quietly in the courtyard, awaiting his junior martial uncle’s arrival.
The crimson rainbow arrived in an instant, landing before the temple and revealing Chi Yang Master’s fierce and imposing figure.
His gaze was electric. It swept over Qi Yun before landing on the deep blue Daoist robe he wore, and a flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes.
With his discerning eye, he could naturally see that this Daoist robe was extraordinary, far beyond any ordinary Magical Artifact.
"Nephew Qi, it seems your recent seclusion has been quite fruitful."
Chi Yang Master’s voice was loud and resonant, carrying a barely perceptible note of admiration.
"Junior Martial Uncle Chi Yang, you flatter me. I’ve only had some minor gains," Qi Yun replied, clasping his hands in a respectful bow. His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit to my humble temple today, Junior Martial Uncle?"
Chi Yang Master laughed heartily and strode into the courtyard. His gaze fell upon Qi Yun, sharp and intense, as he stated his purpose directly:
"I have indeed come on important business. The peace talks with the Four Sects are imminent, and Senior Brother Nan Dou asked me to bring you.
There are important matters to discuss."
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