Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension - Chapter 660: 403: Hundreds of Flames, Thousands of Blazes, Tens of Thousands of Fires

Chapter 660: Chapter 403: Hundreds of Flames, Thousands of Blazes, Tens of Thousands of Fires

As spring gave way to autumn, time swiftly passed, and in the blink of an eye, three years had elapsed.

On this day, within the Fire Vein Spirit Aperture at the base of Binghuo Peak, fierce flames surged and billowed, waves of heat rolling fiercely, as the entire cavern was shrouded in dazzling golden light.

Zhao Sheng hovered midair, his Divine Thought flowing out like a ceaseless tide. Before him, the Golden Crow True Fire morphed into a vast sea of burning flames, and in the midst of this inferno, a mountain of gold rapidly melted into a vast expanse of molten gold.

The golden liquid gathered into a lake, the surface of which was scorched by the True Fire, giving rise to strands and wisps of brilliant golden light now and again.

As the Divine Thought soared, the brilliant golden light was drawn into a crimson Fire Gourd, where in the blink of an eye it transformed into grains of exceedingly pure Golden Essence.

After a short while, the mountain of gold had completely turned into golden liquid, and inside the Fire Gourd, a thick layer of golden sand had accumulated, weighing roughly around six ounces.

From such a grand mountain of gold, merely six ounces of Golden Essence had been extracted, obviously not enough to satisfy Zhao Sheng.

But he was at a loss for alternatives.

After all, most of the gold that existed in the world had already been refined by predecessors, and only the gold that had been recently mined could yield new Golden Essence.

With a thought from Zhao Sheng, a dim blue ice talisman flew out, and copious amounts of ice crystals emerged out of thin air, plunging into the golden liquid below. Instantly, white steam billowed up and filled the entire cavern.

Hissss!

The golden liquid soon solidified again, and then streaks of Sword Light crisscrossed over it, quickly cutting out several gold bricks.

Zhao Sheng waved his sleeve to dispel the steam, then threw out a Storage Bag, his Divine Thought sweeping up the gold bricks like a storm, and in the blink of an eye, all the bricks were collected inside the bag.

He then flicked his sleeve, and a large heap of gold blocks and coins fell like a torrential rain into the sea of fire, melting swiftly…

In just a moment, an additional two ounces of Golden Essence appeared in the Fire Gourd.

…

Two days later, Zhao Sheng recalled the Red Fire Gourd, and upon delving into it with his Divine Thought, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself with satisfaction, “…One hundred pounds of Golden Essence should be about enough to refine a Hundred Flames Tripod.”

The Hundred Flames Tripod was a Fire Element Magical Treasure that he had been conceptualizing over the past few years.

Since there was no way to use the Mao Day Gold Essence, Zhao Sheng decided to first try his hand by refining a Hundred Flames Tripod.

Although the Hundred Flames Tripod was an experimental piece, it was also considered a rare Magical Treasure.

If all his ideas could be realized, then the quality of this practice piece, the Hundred Flames Tripod, could reach high-grade.

Given the immense influence of the Southern Sky Zhao Family, Zhao Sheng had leveraged his clan’s resources to gather seventeen or eighteen Fire Element Treasure Restrictions.

And a High-Grade Magical Treasure had only nine treasure restrictions.

Zhao Sheng’s ambition was truly boundless; in his mind, if the Hundred Flames Tripod were successful, he would continue to refine a Thousand Flame Tripod.

After the success of the Thousand Flame Tripod, the Ten Thousand Fire Tripod would truly become a part of the agenda.

Suddenly~

With a thought, the sea of fire immediately contracted, transforming into a golden True Fire, which flew back into the Core Energy Sea within his Dantian and vanished from sight.

With a flash of light, his figure had already disappeared from midair.

In a Cultivation Room at the cave mansion on Binghuo Peak, Zhao Sheng had just stepped out from the void when he spotted several talisman lights roaming around the room.

His Divine Thought reached into the talisman lights, and immediately a few messages surged into his mind.

Zhao Sheng frowned slightly and turned to leave the Cultivation Room.

…

Atop Azure Mist Peak, the Unison Hall shone with dazzling golden light, grand and majestic.

When Zhao Sheng entered the hall, two Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Zhao Family were already seated.

Ancestor Zhao Fushi, known for hardly ever leaving the Divine Dragon Valley for a millennium, was thus unsurprisingly present.

On the other hand, the appearance of the other person caught Zhao Sheng off guard.

The man had a refined and courteous countenance, and a mild and amicable demeanor; he was none other than Han Wei, the Tenth Ancestor of the Zhao Family. He was currently serving as a Supreme Elder of the Purple Sun Sect and had married into the Zhao Family in his early years as the spouse of a distinguished Zhao daughter.

Zhao Sheng was taken aback, oblivious to the fact that others were even more surprised to see him appear.

Zhao Fushi was the first to chuckle and gesture to Zhao Sheng, saying, “Qiong Tian, come sit by me. You usually never leave your mansion, why did you decide to come out today?”

Zhao Sheng flew forward and settled into the dragon chair beside Zhao Fushi, smiling as he replied, “How could I not show up when it concerns the Earth Flame Palace today?”

Zhao Fushi suddenly understood and nodded, “Right, right, I almost forgot. The Earth Flame Palace surely contains numerous Heaven and Earth Spiritual Fires; it seems you’re also tempted!”

Zhao Sheng kept his smile but said nothing, when suddenly he felt a scrutinizing gaze beside him and involuntarily turned to look at Han Wei.

Seeing this, Han Wei laughed heartily and spoke, “It’s been several years since we last met, Sixteen, and your cultivation has made significant progress. Truly a genius blessed by heaven; no wonder you could create the Life Flame Technique.”

Zhao Sheng lowered his gaze modestly and responded, “If not for ancestors like you, Ancestor Ten, who busy themselves with family matters, how could Qiong Tian enjoy the leisure to retreat and cultivate in peace? Any minor progress today is all thanks to the efforts of the Third Ancestor, the Tenth Ancestor, and others.”

“Ah, you’re too modest! Just the merits of your Life Flame Dao Skill are enough to match the century-long mediocrity of others like us. You, Sixteen, are wholeheartedly dedicated to the Tao, and your future is bound to be limitless. Unlike me, Han Wei, who has lost all potential and must now plan for my descendants,” Han Wei proclaimed.

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s expression sharpened, but before he could speak, Zhao Fushi unexpectedly intervened, “That’s enough, Brother Han, you went a bit too far just now.”

“Is that so? I was simply speaking from the heart,” responded Han Wei with a self-deprecating smile, nodding at Zhao Sheng before closing his eyes to meditate, saying no more.

Zhao Sheng’s gaze flickered slightly, and he then gave a slight nod to Zhao Fushi.

Zhao Fushi shook his head and narrowed his eyes, as if dozing off.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng also closed his eyes to contemplate, silently going over the various intricacies involved in refining the Hundred Flames Tripod.

After the better part of a day, the Third Ancestor Zhao Changdu and the Eleventh Ancestor Zhou Li suddenly arrived together.

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