Chapter 39

Fish ear, nail, lotus petal, two legs!

The appearance of the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace had changed greatly. Without mentioning other aspects, one of its three legs was already damaged.

Yang Qifeng closed his six senses, his mind sinking into the process of refining the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace.

The current state of the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, being damaged, was not a disadvantage but rather an advantage for Yang Qifeng.

After a period of refining, the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace was initially under Yang Qifeng's control. Next, it would require time to refine further, a common issue with any magical treasure.

Yang Qifeng's wings gently brushed against the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, and he revealed a human-like smile, extremely satisfied with the furnace before him.

Treasures like the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, from ancient times to the present, are divided into four grades, from lowest to highest: magical tools, magical treasures, spirit treasures, and primordial spirit treasures.

The classification of these grades is very simple. As long as one can form a single Earthly Fiend restriction, it falls into the category of magical tools. Seventy-two Earthly Fiend restrictions make it an ultimate magical tool. The next step is not to continue adding Earthly Fiend restrictions but to transform them into Heavenly Fiend restrictions. As for spirit treasures, they require divine restrictions. As for primordial spirit treasures, they are not discussed much here, as they are too distant.

Every time the topic of primordial spirit treasures came up, Yang Qifeng felt a sense of regret for being born at the wrong time.

After Pangu split the heavens and the earth, the world could be divided into five major periods: the Primordial Chaos, the Ancient Era, the Upper Ancient Era, the Middle Ancient Era, and the Recent Ancient Era. The Primordial Chaos can be ignored, as the world was silent then, with only a few individuals existing, while the other great sages were still in the process of being conceived. The Ancient Era saw the world become more vibrant, with various conflicts beginning to emerge. The true grand curtain was raised in the Upper Ancient Era, where a single battle could change the world.

The Upper Ancient Era could be considered the best era, with the most great sages and the most primordial spirit treasures.

During that period, primordial spirit treasures, which had been conceived during the Primordial Chaos and the Ancient Era, were all born and emerged.

How could it be like the present era, where primordial spirit treasures have vanished, all being collected by the top tier of the pyramid?

Yang Qifeng's thoughts were not just idle speculation. Living in the Upper Ancient Era, cultivation was faster, and resources were abundant. It was truly an era where celestial immortals were as common as dogs, and golden immortals walked the earth.

The current Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace is severely damaged, perhaps only a third of its original state, or even less. Therefore, it cannot be considered a spirit treasure. It now only retains a single Heavenly Fiend restriction, barely qualifying as a magical treasure.

"Yao Shen, if I absorb the Three-Flavored True Fire from the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, can it make up for my foundation?" Yang Qifeng controlled the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, dimming its shining light to reveal its damaged state, and asked softly.

"That won't work," Qianlan Yao Shen replied lazily.

"Why? I've always had a question. The Flame Mountain is filled with flames, with the Three-Flavored True Fire and the Three Realms Purifying Fire continuously burning. Why doesn't he use those flames to conceive, and why did that wench insist on extracting the fire from my body?" Yang Qifeng asked.

"If he dared to do that, he would be sending his child to certain death," Qianlan Yao Shen explained slowly. "Do you think that just by obtaining the Three-Flavored True Fire, you can integrate it into your true spirit and eventually gain the Three-Flavored True Fire power?"

"I'm telling you, that's impossible. If it were that simple, innate powers wouldn't be so rare; they would be rampant."

"You're right. If it were that simple, the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace would be in Laozi's hands, and it would be easy to obtain a ball of Six Ding Divine Fire. Wouldn't every Daoist disciple then be able to control the Six Ding Divine Fire?" Yang Qifeng affirmed.

The scene Yang Qifeng described was too beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't even imagine it.

The Six Ding Divine Fire is incredibly powerful; even a Golden Immortal might not be able to withstand it. If every Daoist disciple could control it, where would there be room for others to survive?

Just imagining Daoist disciples gathering together, each spewing a mouthful of Six Ding Divine Fire, the sky would be engulfed in flames, burning everything to ashes.

"Integrating the fire into the true spirit is extremely dangerous, a matter of life and death. Those who have the ability wouldn't do it, as a slight mistake could burn the true spirit to ashes," Qianlan Yao Shen explained all the issues.

Yang Qifeng understood. The problem wasn't complicated: those with the ability wouldn't do it, and those without the ability couldn't. After all, no one would want to put their highly regarded disciples at such risk.

Integrating the Six Ding Divine Fire was a great opportunity. The wild and uncontrollable Six Ding Divine Fire was no longer dangerous after being extracted and reintegrated, causing no harm.

Princess Iron Fan only took half of it, mainly because her child was a post-natal spirit. Conceiving the Six Ding Divine Fire might prevent the child from being born, so she first took the Three-Flavored True Fire and, once the child grew up and had some ability, stripped away the Three Realms Purifying Fire to finally combine them into the Six Ding Divine Fire.

She didn't expect that a mere ant could escape from her hands.

Gripping tightly with his sharp claws, Yang Qifeng's eyes showed determination. He must reclaim the source of the Three-Flavored True Fire.

"Hide, the crow commander is back," Qianlan Yao Shen warned.

"No need, the opportunity has come," Yang Qifeng said.

Although the footsteps were heavy, Yang Qifeng could tell from the faintness that the crow commander was injured. This was an opportunity. He could use this as an excuse to announce a decades-long seclusion to form his core, and deal with other matters later.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The footsteps approached, and the crow commander, with a look of hatred, strode back in.

"You impudent little demon, how dare you come here?" Seeing Yang Qifeng, the crow commander scolded.

The crow commander couldn't gauge Yang Qifeng's strength and, seeing his appearance, thought he was just a small demon who hadn't even transformed.

Just as he reached the stone chair, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood-red spittle splattered onto the stone table in front, dripping down continuously.

His eyes, filled with impatience, turned fierce, and a black aura emanated from his body as he quickly reached out to grab Yang Qifeng.

Looking at the crow commander, Yang Qifeng sighed. Indeed, his intelligence was questionable. He didn't think that, in his own lair, a weak demon could enter without alarming any other demons.

Yang Qifeng's wings suddenly flapped and grew rapidly.

Snap! A sound!

The battle was over, and the crow commander was directly killed.

Daoist thanks the following supporters: [Poguo][Tianhuan Uncle][Ruoshui Style][Fei Wu Fa]. Many thanks.

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