"Ancient Cauldron of Chaos" mainly tells the story of the protagonist Xu Yi who travels to a world where martial arts is respected. The Fairy in Purple Clothes forces him to accept the inheritance of the only true god. After going through many tests, Xu Yi activates the Chaos Body, refines the Chaos Fire, and initially takes the prototype of the Chaos Cauldron. He is qualified to practice the "Supreme Chaos Law". From then on, he practices very quickly and starts an adventure. Xu Yi joined the "Chaos Sect" and became deeply in love with his junior sister Yue Yao. Yue Yao was kidnapped by her enemies. Xu Yi fought fiercely with her enemies to save her, and successfully rescued and annihilated her enemies. As his control over the Chaos Cauldron increased, he discovered that the power of Chaos was eroding the world and causing disasters, so he united all forces to fight, constantly breaking through the limits, and the Chaos Cauldron showed its power. In the end, Xu Yi successfully repelled the power of chaos, saved the world, and was selected as the inheritor of the ancient true god to protect world peace and justice. He continued to explore the unknown and pursue a higher realm.
This is the first novel I have read. The plot is cliche at first, but becomes more and more exciting as I read later. The writing style... Is a bit hard to describe in one sentence! ! ! ! ! !
This is a happy world, yes... Cultivation is joy, and punishing evil and promoting good is also joy. Cultivation levels: Fighter, Qi Gathering, Sea of Bitterness, Pill Formation, Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation, Martial Saint, Titled Martial Emperor, Origin Returning Martial Ancestor, Yuanshi Ancestral Realm, Yuanshi Eternal Realm, Yuanshi Void Realm, Supreme Creation Realm, Supreme Super Source Realm, Supreme Super Sky Realm, Supreme Ultimate Realm, etc... There are also the eye-catching Supreme Ultimate Infinite, High Eternal Immortality, Peak Dominance, the Strongest King, Immortality, Mystery of Life and Death, Invincible, the First Transcendence Realm in ancient and modern times. The world is full of strange things, and exploration and breakthrough actions are just one kind of excellence. [Think]
Recommended new book: "The Calamity Furnace", respect~ Oriental Fantasy Brain Fantasy #Don't Follow the Old Routine #Robbery Xiuliu Introduction: Cultivation means borrowing debt from heaven, and overcoming calamity means repaying the debt; and there is a furnace in his body, which specializes in cultivating all calamities in the world. In the nine realms of the world, all things need to "borrow the power of heaven" to practice. Every time you break through a major realm, it is equivalent to signing a "debt" to Heaven. When the debt period comes, a disaster will come: if you can carry it over, the debt will be cleared and the state will be solid; if you cannot carry it over, both body and soul will be destroyed, and there will be no chance of reincarnation. Therefore, what monks in the world fear most is not powerful enemies, but calamity. There is not one person out of a hundred who successfully overcomes the tribulation. Every city and every sect has people who specialize in dealing with the funeral affairs of those who fail in the tribulation: the undertakers. They are the people at the bottom of the spiritual world. They deal with corpses after calamities all the time. Their bodies are stained with the smell of calamity ashes that cannot be washed away, and are considered unlucky. Chapter 1 The Embalmer It was dusk in Luojie Town, and the sky was gray. It's not as gray as a cloudy day, but like an old iron plate that has been smoked thousands of times by calamity fire, weighing heavily on the ridge of the roof. The mortuary shop at the east end of the town has no signboard, and only has a piece of dead willow planted on the lintel: everyone within a hundred miles radius knows that the place where the dead willow is planted is where the dead are collected. Shen Du was squatting on the ground, wiping Blacksmith Wang's face with a piece of linen cloth. It's said to be a face, but actually it doesn't look much like a face anymore. Three days ago, Blacksmith Wang broke through the calamity-inducing realm in his backyard. The calamity fire poured in from the Tianling Gai and burned all night. By the time the neighbor opened the door, his whole body had been reduced to black coals, with only the family heirloom on his chest still embedded in his flesh, proving the identity of the deceased. "Boy Shen, wipe it clean." Wang Dashi, the son of Blacksmith Wang, stood at the door, dressed in filial piety, but his tone was not very sad, but more impatient, "My father has been very decent in his life, don't let him leave in an ugly way." Shen Du did not raise his head. His fingers were steady, and he used a damp cloth to wipe away the burnt dead skin little by little, revealing the texture underneath that had not yet been completely charred. Ordinary undertakers would not dare to touch the corpses that failed to survive the tribulation: the remains of corpses after the tribulation are often lingering with the lingering tribulation energy, and if they get even a little bit, they will be sick for half a month. But Shen Du is not afraid. He has been doing this business with his master since he was eight years old. He has handled thousands of robbed corpses, and his body has long been stained with the smell of robbed ashes that cannot be washed away. People in the town said that he had a tough life and was capable of calamity. Only Shen Du himself knew that it wasn't because of fate, but because he could see it. He could see the dissipating crimson fire on Blacksmith Wang's body. The fire was not burning on the flesh, but on the remaining traces of the soul, like a dark red snake, loosening up little by little. Ordinary people can't see anything. They only feel chills and palpitations when approaching the corpse. But in Shen Du's eyes, the entire mortuary was shrouded in a faint crimson halo. This is his secret. He could see Zed. For as long as he could remember, Shen Du could see something hanging above everyone's head. For ordinary people, it is a gray fog, so light that it is almost invisible; for practitioners, the fog is thicker and darker; and when it comes to transcending tribulations, the fog will suddenly shrink and burn, turning into tribulation fire, tribulation thunder, tribulation wind, all kinds of things, all deadly things. He had reminded Blacksmith Wang. Three days ago, under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, he looked at the red calamity fire above Blacksmith Wang's head that had condensed into the shape of a sharp claw. He couldn't help but said: "Uncle Wang, the calamity fire above your head is red, and it is very dangerous. Don't break through within three days." Blacksmith Wang spat at him at that time. "You little undertaker, are you cursing me?" Then Wang Dashi rushed out and pushed him staggering, calling him "a disaster born from a crow's mouth." None of the onlookers spoke for him, and looked at him like a piece of unlucky shit. Shen Du has experienced this kind of thing too many times. He stopped talking and lowered his head to continue wiping. Wang Dashi stood at the door for a while, probably feeling that the room was unlucky, so he said, "After wiping, go to Wang Ji's blacksmith shop to get money" and left. The footsteps faded away, and the only sounds left in the mortuary were Shen Du's breathing and the subtle "crackling" sound made when the calamity fire on the body dissipated. When it touched his chest, Shen Du's hand suddenly stopped. Something is wrong. Blacksmith Wang's calamity fire was red, he could see this clearly. But at this moment, in the deepest part of the blackened sternum, where the breast protector pressed, there was a very faint light: not red, but dark gold. The light was too weak, like a firefly in the wind, looming among the remains of the red calamity fire. If it weren't for Shen Du's eyes, no one would have been able to discover it. He frowned, reached out and took off the breast shield embedded in the bone seam. The dark golden light suddenly brightened for a moment. Shen Du's pupils suddenly shrank. It was a ray of fire. Completely different from the crimson calamity fire wrapped around the corpse, this dark golden flame was only the size of a fingernail, floating quietly in the hollow of Blacksmith Wang's scorched sternum. There was a vague shadow inside the flame: like a tripod, but also like a furnace, simple and thick, exuding an indescribable and vast atmosphere. It is not Wang Blacksmith's calamity fire. Shen Du's instinct screamed, telling him not to touch it. He has been an undertaker for nine years and has seen too many strange deaths. He knows what can and cannot be touched. But that dark golden flame seemed to have some kind of magic power. His eyes were firmly attracted, and his body involuntarily moved closer. Just when his face was less than half a foot away from the flame, the flame suddenly trembled. As if it came alive, it turned into a dark golden stream of light and penetrated along the center of Shen Du's eyebrows. "Hmm!" Shen Du groaned, fell backwards, and hit the ground heavily with the back of his head. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore. An indescribable burning heat exploded from the center of his eyebrows, like a sun igniting in his skull, rushing crazily along his meridians. His body arched up, his fingers dug into the mud, and blood oozed from between his fingers. The scorching heat raged in the body for an unknown amount of time, and finally converged to a certain location under the lower abdomen, where is what practitioners call the sea of qi. The sea of qi of ordinary people is a dead desert, and in Shendu's sea of qi, there is something new at this moment. A furnace. It is the size of a palm, dark gold, has three legs and two ears, and the furnace body is covered with dense inscriptions. Shen Du didn't recognize any of those inscriptions, but the moment he saw them, two words naturally appeared in his mind: Robbery Furnace. The dark golden flame burned slowly in the furnace, and the red calamity aura remaining from Blacksmith Wang's body seemed to be pulled by some force. It was drawn along Shen Du's eyebrows, nose, and pores one by one, and was submerged into the calamity furnace. The flames of the calamity furnace suddenly shot up. The calamity fire that once made countless monks talk about it was refined like firewood in the furnace, turning into a ray of extremely pure power, overflowing from the furnace and slowly flowing into Shen Du's limbs and bones. His body is glowing. This is not a metaphor, there is dark golden light flowing under his skin, like magma running underground. The broken meridians were forcibly widened and reshaped, and the atrophied muscle fibers became firm and strong again under the infusion of power. Even the skin color, which looked pale after not seeing the sun for many years, revealed a warm luster. The whole process lasted about one stick of incense. When the last ray of crimson calamity energy was refined, the flames of the calamity furnace returned to calm, and Shen Du collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water. But his eyes were frighteningly bright. …
"I once fell at the top of the Nine Heavens, and now, I want to ascend to the throne of god again in the dust." His name is Ye Wudao, the humblest existence in the courtyard. But when the Samsara Eye lights up in his left eye, those who once looked down on him will kneel down. Golden elixir? Genius? Not enough. I even killed my immortal-level old enemy in front of a hundred thousand demon army. Are you telling me this? It's not a rebirth and counterattack, it's the Emperor's return to his throne. I just didn't expect that what was waiting for me was a game of chess that had been played for thousands of years.
Story summary: In the world of cultivation for thousands of years, the legend of the Five Sects, Six Academy and Seven Realms has been circulated. Lu Yun was born with a disability, and he went on an unforgettable road, with several unforgettable loves and friendships. He went through many hardships along the way, but what will be the final result? Immortals, Buddhas, demons, monsters, and all kinds of beasts gather together. Good and evil, who is right and who is wrong, right and wrong, good and evil are impermanent. What is heaven, what is earth, who can see through the gods and ghosts?
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