The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

Chapter 39: Does the World of Supernatural Powers No Longer Exist?

Zhao Yan stared at the orthodox Wangchuan Rejuvenation Talisman in his hand, his head buzzing.

As the supreme ruler of the River of Oblivion, what kind of scene hasn't he seen?

But I've never seen anything like this before.

Zhao Yan's gaze swept back and forth between Hai Shan and the Rejuvenation Talisman.

What do you mean by using supernatural powers to reverse-engineer the talisman?

"Teacher, what's wrong? Is it not okay?"

Hai Shan looked completely bewildered, his heterochromatic eyes filled with innocence: "I don't think it said I couldn't use it like that, did it?"

Zhao Yan rubbed his temples, his wooden fingers tapping softly on his forehead.

"It's not that it's impossible."

He glanced at Bai Xiaoxiao in the crowd, then looked at Haishan in front of him.

That little girl was supposed to be my successor from the River of Oblivion.

Zhao Yan looked at the boy with heterochromatic eyes in front of him, but now it seemed that this little guy was more suitable?

But why can't I have both?

Zhao Yan had a sudden thought.

The Three Realities must be oxen, and Penglai must also be oxen; only then can it be considered complete.

He took a book out of his pocket and handed it to Haishan.

The book is not thick, and the cover has four simple and ancient characters written on it: "Returning to Heaven and Rejuvenating the Body".

"This is my Forgotten River Technique, the Blood Body of Resurrection."

"Young man, take this and study it carefully. If you don't understand something, ask me."

Hai Shan accepted the gift with both hands and nodded solemnly: "Yes, Master."

Zhao Yan was taken aback: "Doesn't little brother have a master?"

Hai Shan shook his head, even picking up Zhao Yan's verbal tic:

"Now that I am in the River of Oblivion and the Sea of ​​Mountains, I naturally acknowledge you as my master!"

He imitated Zhao Yan's previous manner, bowing deeply to Zhao Yan with impeccable manners:

"I would also like to know about the various supernatural feats of Master and Senior Wangchuan. I hope Master will grant my request."

Zhao Yan was taken aback, then burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the courtyard:

"This young man's innate supernatural power is truly interesting."

He waved his hand: "I'll explain in detail to you later."

"Go and cultivate yourself."

Hai Shan bowed again in thanks, took the book and walked to the side, found a shady spot to sit down, opened the pages, and saw dense text and patterns reflected in his heterochromatic eyes.

Zhao Yan shook his head and chuckled.

He had already made up his mind to take Haishan under his wing.

Zhao Yan turned to look at the three Zhen people, wondering who would be the second to finish.

He looked at Miao Qingqing with great interest. Could it be this seemingly decent young girl with the Dharma body?

Or was he the former sect leader with the highest level of cultivation?

Lost in thought, Zhao Yan suddenly heard an excited shout:

"Yes, I did it!"

Gao Haoguang excitedly held up the talisman in his hand:

"Teacher, take a look!"

what?

Why is it you?

Zhao Yan accepted the talisman with some skepticism.

Then, his eyes suddenly widened.

"This level of completion—100%?!"

He looked at it over and over again, then closed his eyes to carefully sense the fluctuations of magical power, his voice filled with disbelief:

"And it's not the Forgotten River Rejuvenation Talisman, it's the Three Truths Rejuvenation Talisman?"

He opened his eyes and looked at Gao Haoguang with disbelief:

"You haven't even opened all your acupoints, and you've only learned the basics of the Three True Treasures Technique. How did you manage that?"

Gao Haoguang blinked, looking completely bewildered.

"what?"

"Isn't it enough to just draw the diagram of the supernatural power?"

Zhao Yan: ? ? ?

You can solve problems without even studying the textbook, right?

He looked into Gao Haoguang's clear eyes, completely unaware of what he had done, remained silent for a long while, then shook his head and sighed:

"Young man, your talent for magical talismans is something I've never heard of before."

"Even Jiang Mingzi is no match for you."

Everyone was taken aback when they heard Zhao Yan's evaluation.

Gao Haoguang was somewhat incredulous, his voice trembling: "Really, really?"

Zhao Yan laughed heartily: "Why don't you just ask him yourself?"

"That kid will probably just keep spouting nonsense for a bit, then he'll mumble and admit it."

He pointed to the corner of the courtyard: "You and Haishan should go and study together."

Holding the perfectly completed Three Truths Rejuvenation Talisman, Gao Haoguang walked over to Hai Shan and sat down in a daze.

The two boys exchanged a glance, Hai Shan nodded slightly, and Gao Haoguang also nodded, then they each lowered their heads and went about their own business.

Zhao Yan looked at them, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

After both of them passed, Zhao Yan suddenly became envious of Jiang Mingzi.

How does that brat have such disciples and followers?

Zhao Yan was completely baffled.

Zhao Yan has done good deeds and accumulated virtue throughout his life, so how come all the good talents were picked up by a dog like Jiang Mingzi?

Lost in thought, I heard another sound.

"Ah, okay, I get it!"

Zhao Yan was already used to Sanzhen's strange behavior, and waved his hand without even looking up: "Bring it up."

A burly figure walked up to him.

Zhao Yan looked up, then stared in disbelief: "Brother, what are you still doing here?"

Xia Chuan was baffled: "Why am I not here?"

Zhao Yan opened his mouth, his wooden lips moving several times: "This, this..."

"You don't even have magic power?"

Xia Chuan shook his head meaningfully: "It's always good to have more skills, teacher."

"Can one draw talismans without magical power?"

Zhao Yan was taken aback, then shook his head and chuckled, "It seems I was being too attached to appearances."

"There's nothing wrong with learning more."

He held out his hand to Xia Chuan: "Let me see your magic talisman."

Xia Chuan handed over the magic talisman in his hand.

Zhao Yan sighed inwardly—Xia Chuan had no magic power, so how could he possibly capture the supernatural patterns within the talisman?

Not to mention drawing it.

But when he brought Xia Chuan's magic talisman close to his eyes, his wooden fingers trembled violently.

"You're also a perfect 100%?!"

He carefully sensed it, and his brows furrowed even more:

"Its magic power is a bit weak, almost only the magic power of the red sand itself."

Zhao Yan stood up and looked Xia Chuan up and down: "But how is that possible?"

"Are you faking your lack of magic power?!"

Xia Chuan shook his head blankly: "No?"

Zhao Yan frowned deeply: "Then how did you draw it?"

Xia Chuan responded with an "Oh," his tone frank:

"I copied Haoguang's."

Zhao Yan: ? ? ?

"Am I not good enough?"

Xia Chuan frowned, his face serious: "Didn't you say that drawing the talisman is enough? There's no rule saying I have to draw it myself, is there?"

Zhao Yan remained silent for a while.

He doesn't seem to have said that copying is prohibited.

He was just about to announce that Xia Chuan had passed when Xia Chuan waved his hand and said, "It's okay if I didn't pass."

"Teacher, please look!"

Xia Chuan took something out of his pocket.

It was a square piece of wood, about the size of a palm, with densely packed patterns carved on the bottom—

It was the magical pattern of that Rejuvenation Talisman that was carved backwards onto the wood, with fine lines and varying depths.

Zhao Yan raised an eyebrow: "You carved the magic talisman onto the wood?"

Xia Chuan nodded.

In front of Zhao Yan, he dipped the wooden seal into the inkstone with red sand, then aimed it at a blank talisman and pressed it down steadily and heavily.

Lift it up.

A talisman for rejuvenation was created on the spot.

The design is complete, the lines are clear, and the magic flows across the paper—though faint, it is indeed flowing.

Xia Chuan smiled proudly: "How?"

Zhao Yan picked up the "printed" talisman, examined it carefully for a while, then shook his head and chuckled:

"The magic power within the cinnabar interferes with each other, so this doesn't even qualify as a talisman."

He put down the talisman, his tone gentle:

"However, although you didn't succeed, it still counts as you passing."

Xia Chuan picked up the wooden seal thoughtfully, turning it over and over to examine it, his brows slightly furrowed.

Zhao Yan looked at the piece of wood in Xia Chuan's hand and nodded to himself.

This guy is cunning and quick-witted.

However, one cannot be careless when it comes to cultivation.

But young people should always try new things.

He heard Xia Chuan ask, "If one has sufficient magical power, can't one create talismans through this printing method?"

Xia Chuan frowned as he looked at the pattern on the talisman.

He had previously wanted to give Zhao Yan a technological shock.

After all, this old man lived during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and woodblock printing would not appear until about 500 years after his death.

Not to mention movable type printing.

But now it seems that this path is not viable?

"print."

Zhao Yan was taken aback.

The term was somewhat unfamiliar to him, but he quickly understood what Xia Chuan meant—to carve the pattern onto a printing plate and reproduce it in batches.

Zhao Yan pondered the word, then shook his head and chuckled, "There's a certain possibility of success."

"But it's as difficult as climbing to heaven."

He looked at Xia Chuan with a kind expression, as if he were looking at a whimsical child:

"You have no magic power, so you can't sense it."

However, the magical energy pathways within the supernatural power diagrams are actually sequential and interconnected.

Zhao Yan took Xia Chuan's wooden seal in his hand, dipped it in the red sand, aimed it at a blank talisman paper, and steadily pressed it down.

Lift it up.

A talisman of rejuvenation appeared on the paper—it had the form and the lines were complete, but it lacked the charm and "life" it had before.

Zhao Yan held up the printed talisman in front of Xia Chuan:

"Look."

"Even I cannot create talismans in this way."

"The moment it is imprinted, the magical power within the talisman becomes chaotic, and it is more difficult to untangle it than to draw a proper talisman."

Xia Chuan's eyes lit up after hearing Zhao Yan's words.

"So, it's just a bit difficult?"

Xia Chuan bowed to Zhao Yan and said, "Thank you for your guidance, teacher. I have made some progress."

Zhao Yan was taken aback.

He wanted to use this method to show Xia Chuan that this path was a dead end—if even he couldn't do it, no one else could.

But all that could be seen was Xia Chuan raising his arms and shouting, "Haoguang!"

Under the shade of a tree not far away, Gao Haoguang and Hai Shan were sitting side by side, one flipping through a book and the other fiddling with a talisman in his hand.

Hearing his senior brother's call, Gao Haoguang looked up, his face full of confusion.

A moment later, the gray, spiky-haired man appeared in front of Xia Chuan:

"Hey senior brother, what do you want?"

Xia Chuan briefly explained the situation to him—Senior Zhao Yan said that the path of printing was extremely difficult, even he couldn't do it.

Gao Haoguang raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Even Senior Zhao Yan couldn't do that?

I'm determined to give it a try!

He picked up the wooden seal from Xia Chuan and dipped it in red sand from the inkstone.

Take a deep breath.

Then, it was heavily imprinted on the talisman paper.

Zhao Yan stood aside, watching the piece of wood fall, shaking his head and chuckling, but did not stop it.

What kind of situation hasn't he seen?

When his magical power becomes disordered, he will naturally...

Just as he was thinking this, he heard Gao Haoguang let out a soft "Eh".

"It's slightly different from the stroke-based ones, but it's not that difficult, is it?"

Zhao Yan: ? ? ?

He incredulously snatched the talisman paper that Gao Haoguang had printed.

The image of rejuvenation leaps off the paper.

The magical power flows endlessly—not chaotic, not sluggish, but a smooth, natural, and seemingly inevitable path of magical power.

Although there are slight differences from the hand-drawn version, every point of magical power is terrifyingly precise, as if someone had clearly planned the entire route on the printing plate in advance.

Zhao Yan's hand holding the talisman trembled slightly.

Seeing his reaction, Gao Haoguang smiled and picked up the wooden seal again, dipping it in the inkstone.

Then, another one was printed.

Print another one.

Print another one.

The more you build, the faster and easier it becomes.

The red sand left clear talisman patterns on the talisman paper, each one as precise and complete as the first.

Zhao Yan looked at the countless Rejuvenation Talismans falling from the sky.

It wasn't just one or two, but stacks upon stacks, each one a genuine and usable talisman.

There was only one thought in his mind.

The world of supernatural powers no longer exists?

2020 AD.

Late at night, at the ruins of the Nine Realms Gate.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked through the ruins.

"Boss, you're not kidding, are you?"

The long-haired girl with her hair tied in a bun looked at the young man in a white suit beside her with a face full of suspicion:

"If our Nine Realms Sect was really this powerful before, why was it wiped out?"

Baili Yuan slowly shook his head. The moonlight shone on his young face, reflecting a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes.

"Don't ask. Asking too much won't do you any good."

He paused, then let out a long sigh:

"If you know something, you'll be targeted."

Shi Guagua shook her head angrily: "I could find out even if you didn't tell me."

She counted on her fingers, her face full of certainty:

"Back then, it was the Sanzhen and Penglai people who deliberately steered the battlefield towards our sect, which led to such casualties, right?"

Baili Yuan shook his head and chuckled: "Idiot."

"What you can find out, I can definitely let you know."

He stepped over a collapsed stone pillar and added without turning his head:

"However, this statement is not entirely wrong."

He led the girl to a ruin, squatted down, and searched for something among the rubble and mud.

"I remember it should be around here..."

"Boss, what are you looking for?"

Baili Yuan didn't even look up: "The map left behind by the ancestors."

Shi Guagua was taken aback: "A map?"

Baili Yuan sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness:

"A map that shows exactly where the myriad weaving machines are located."

Otherwise, how could we find it in such a vast area as northern Shaanxi?

"Oh, I see."

Shi Guagua nodded obediently.

Then, she pulled a scroll from behind her and held it up in front of Baili Yuan:

Is this it?

Baili Yuan: "?"

He stared at the scroll for two seconds, his pupils contracting slightly.

"Where did you find it?"

Shi Guagua tilted her head: "Right by the roadside?"

Baili Yuan instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

roadside?

The map left by the founder of their Nine Realms Sect might be by the roadside?

Lost in thought, he caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.

But on the scroll, a mark was slowly glowing.

The mark was unlike that of the Nine Realms Gate.

On the contrary, it seems like—

Penglai?!

Baili Yuan's eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"Guagua, throw it away right now!!!"

But it was too late.

Reel excitation.

A surge of magical energy emanated from the seemingly ordinary scroll, spreading in all directions like ripples on the surface of water.

Then, a resounding voice emerged from the scroll, not loud, but clearly echoing across the entire ruins:

"Fellow Daoist, it seems you have a connection with my Penglai."

The souls of the dead in Bailiyuan were filled with dread.

Weren't the Nine Realms Sect all wiped out?

What the hell?! The sea mountain is still chasing me?!