Chapter 117 Near-Immortal Objects

In the central area of ​​the giant pit, crystallization was even more severe, the ground was bare and pitted, and it was impossible for the legendary medicinal herbs to take root and grow here.

Everything here is laid bare. Qin Ming’s eyes burned with eagerness as he stood close, gazing at the near-immortal object so close at hand.

It was a rather damaged furnace with some holes, but even in such a poor condition, it still emitted celestial light and was entwined with auspicious clouds, with white mist billowing from the furnace mouth.

Furthermore, it was accompanied by strange phenomena, with scenes of pills being formed from time to time in the light and mist, with dragons and tigers working together and the pill’s energy rising into the sky, as if it were about to open the furnace and release some wonderful medicine.

This is why Chen Shuhang and Jiang Congyun suddenly attacked Qin Ming. Seeing the expanding energy of the pill, with dragons roaring and tigers leaping, the two were immediately confused, thinking there was a remnant of immortal medicine.

Judging from these amazing sights alone, one can tell that the alchemy furnace is truly extraordinary. Even after thousands of years, it still displays such remarkable phenomena, far exceeding expectations.

It was small, only about the size of a palm, and covered with many runes. The lid of the furnace was half broken and lay beside it.

“No wonder those old guys didn’t take it and leave it to their descendants. This thing is leaky and too badly damaged.”

Qin Ming counted them and found that there were nine holes on the palm-sized furnace body, not counting some cracks, and the furnace lid was missing a piece.

“How can such a small furnace be used to forge weapons?” He was somewhat puzzled, because within the radiant light, there was a hazy image of weapons being forged.

Qin Ming looked surprised; this near-immortal item probably had other wonderful uses.

The furnace itself looks very ancient, but the outside is shrouded in auspicious clouds.

Qin Ming didn’t dare touch it with his hands. He pulled out the mutton fat jade iron knife to test it, and when he found that it didn’t react, he tapped it lightly with his fingertip.

The furnace emitted a clear, metallic echo, like a bell being struck. After confirming there were no problems, Qin Ming picked it up from the ground and examined it carefully in his palm.

“It is forged from a variety of exotic metals, each of which seems to be more precious than mutton fat jade.” Qin Ming suddenly felt that his rare treasure sword had lost its luster.

The furnace body has various characters, some engraved, some embedded, and some special materials are not directly fused into the furnace wall.

Some of the characters were pure white and warm to the touch, but their luster was rather understated. Based on his intuition, Qin Ming felt that they were even more extraordinary than mutton fat jade.

There are also characters embedded with “exotic gold,” which have natural textures and a faint purple hue.

“I want to take it and forge it into a handy weapon.” Qin Ming was just thinking about it. This furnace was already a near-divine object. Who would be willing to reforge other weapons?

He knew very well that weapons forged from mutton-fat jade already possessed extraordinary properties, such as the ability to kill unseen, mysterious creatures. Furthermore, if damaged, they could be restored by nourishing them with the light of heaven.

Qin Ming was certain that the material of this near-immortal object was even more astonishing. Despite the nine holes on the furnace body, if it were carefully “nurtured” by someone from the secular world, it could probably be completely restored in the future.

However, this divine object was severely damaged, and by unimaginable forces, so it will likely require a long period of nurturing.

At the very least, over a thousand years have passed, and it has not recovered on its own.

“I reckon that’s why it ended up in the hands of the core disciples.” Qin Ming had heard Li Qingyue mention this before.

Even if something close to immortality is damaged, it still has endless uses for disciples outside the mortal realm, because it can receive “heavenly essence”.

The sages of the secluded realm can truly achieve the state of being able to consume the essence of nature.

However, their sustenance is not the glow of the sun, but the rare spiritual substances from the finest springs; their drink is not the vapor and dew of the night, but the mysterious “Heavenly Essence” from the depths of the night sky. If one can drink “Heavenly Essence” during the disciple stage, the benefits are self-evident.

Therefore, all the disciples were envious, and even the proud Cui Chonghe did not hesitate to break the rules to enter.

Qin Ming held the furnace and examined it closely. It was not a perfectly round shape, but rather had eight sides, each with a clear Bagua symbol.

“This is… a Bagua furnace.” He felt that just because it was cast in this shape, the furnace’s origin must be extraordinary.

Qin Ming tapped on the furnace wall and listened carefully to its echo. It seemed as if some inexplicable Daoist charm was spreading, which made his mind clear and serene.

“What a wonderful thing! I wonder if it would also possess a divine aura and become incredibly powerful if used to smash someone.”

If people from other places heard him say such things, they would probably call him a brute.

Qin Ming put down the Eight Trigrams Furnace and put the broken lid back on.

Then he set his sights on another object, a piece of paper forged from a strange metal, which made him even more interested.

He first looked at the near-divine object because he had heard too many legends about it, and everyone was talking about it, so he naturally wanted to handle it himself.

This page was also incomplete, even more damaged than the Eight Trigrams Furnace, with only a corner remaining, less than a quarter of the original.

Qin Ming held it and looked at the fine text and some diagrams on it. He immediately felt that it was heavy. It was placed together with the Bagua Furnace, so its value was probably unimaginable.

This page, made of a mixture of various strange metals, has twelve holes, making it, which is only one corner in size, not much content to read, with missing words or pictures.

For ordinary people, this fragment of scripture is utterly useless; anyone who dares to practice it will definitely run into serious problems. Qin Ming put it down and kept rubbing his hands together, hoping for a stroke of luck so he could resonate with it.

“This is a near-immortal artifact, give me some immortal luck!” Qin Ming picked up the Eight Trigrams Furnace again.

He valued the incomplete page of scripture more, but first tested it with the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Qin Ming focused his mind intently, preparing to resonate with the near-immortal artifact and see if he could gain anything from it.

Then, his eyes went blank!

With a bang, he threw the Bagua Furnace to the ground, took a deep breath, and felt a burning pain in his lungs from the mist formed by the sunlight.

But this couldn’t compare to the thrill in his heart. It was the first time he had encountered such a situation: “reading” ancient artifacts and feeling the lingering emotional fluctuations of the past, which resulted in danger.

“Just how strong is that old guy?” Qin Ming was shocked. He sensed the lingering emotions of various feelings and chose the strongest one.

As a result, his consciousness was nearly brought to a breakdown by the resonance.

This was no longer a pure emotion, but a kind of Daoist rhythm, with a kind of inexplicable fluctuation. Even the slightest fluctuation made him feel as if he were facing a vast and turbulent sea, where a huge wave could knock him away.

“Are all the old guys in the Outer Lands this powerful?” Qin Ming wondered, lost in thought.

Then, he thought of the old man who had easily defeated the peerless overlord.

He had just experienced a spiritual resonance, and the old man he was facing was definitely not Li Qingxu’s master, but he was also a big shot from the otherworld.

“I’m relying on my physical mutation to move forward step by step. It seems the road ahead is still very long!”

It took Qin Ming a long time to recover.

This time he was quite cautious. After picking up the alchemy furnace, he concentrated his mind highly, selecting the weaker emotions and avoiding the old man who exuded Daoist charm.

After a moment, he put down the near-immortal object, rested briefly, and then went to “communicate” again. In this way, Qin Ming resonated with the alchemy furnace again and again, trying repeatedly, and finally even provoked that extremely dangerous emotion once more.

He was covered in sweat, felt like his head was about to explode, and his mind was on fire. This was far more tiring than fighting Jiang Congyun and Chen Shuhang.

But Qin Ming was very satisfied, his eyes and brows were shining.

If anyone were here, they would definitely think he was grinning like an idiot and had no sense of decorum.

Qin Ming gained a great deal this time. He resonated with a mysterious incantation in the near-immortal artifact, which actually spoke of the Six Ding Divine Fire!

Only this fire can be used to power the Eight Trigrams Furnace, which is used to refine medicine and forge weapons.

Qin Ming had naturally heard of the Six Ding Divine Fire, because it was so advanced and related to near-immortal creatures and god-like beings deep within the vast and boundless Night Mist World.

Only during the Great Frontier period could one witness such terrifying flames.

Qin Ming had some doubts. The Eight Trigrams Furnace might not have been made by someone from beyond the mundane world. It was more likely that it was obtained from near-immortal creatures or god-like beings during the Great Creation Era.

The Fire Separation Scripture he practiced was already considered a very precious and extraordinary skill, but what he cultivated was only the Fire Separation, which was incomparable to the Six Ding Divine Fire.

Unless it is the “Southern Bright Fire” above the Fire of Li, which can also be considered a strange fire controlled by a god-like being.

“As expected of something close to immortality, you have given me such a big surprise!” Qin Ming exclaimed, patting the Bagua Furnace as if it were a musical instrument, listening to its sound.

His thoughts drifted, and he muttered to himself, “The world of Night Mist is boundless and seems to hold a great deal of secrets. It is close to immortality, almost godlike. Even developing just a corner of it would be of immense value.”

He quickly came to his senses; those things were too far removed from him.

Even the things right in front of him made him feel somewhat helpless.

Because the Six Ding Divine Fire is too high-level, even with the incantation, he cannot practice it now.

Even with the extraordinary skill of the Li Huo Jing, he only came into contact with the second realm. This was only after he enhanced his foundation in the Mountain and River Spirit Nest, and only then did he manage to master a portion of the Outer Saint realm here.

“I’m just guarding a mountain of treasures in vain,” Qin Ming murmured.

Then he shook his head and laughed, saying, “Not really, we’ll leave that for the future and explore it slowly.”

Undoubtedly, the Six Ding Divine Fire is too high-end; it would be impressive no matter where it is placed.

“I wonder if this incantation still exists in the Land Beyond the Mortal Realm. Perhaps this time I have brought it back to life.”

Qin Ming touched the near-immortal artifact, set it aside, and picked up the fragment of the scripture again. After calming his mind, he began to resonate with it.

Sure enough, the terrifying old man’s emotions were also present here, imbued with Daoist principles. Qin Ming avoided them, instead resonating with the other remaining emotions.

Once, twice… he repeatedly came into contact with it, constantly perceiving it, and in the final stage, he even “offended” the old man to confirm that the scriptures he had obtained were correct.

He dropped the tattered page, fell backward to the ground, gasped for breath, and let the terrifying light and mist burn his mouth and nose. It took him a long time to recover.

“Qingyue is very fortunate; this is definitely a genuine transmission on a single sheet of paper!” Qin Ming muttered to himself.

Indeed, this was the case. There was only one sheet of “paper” on site, existing alongside the Bagua Furnace, carrying an astonishing secret technique.

“It has a very powerful background!” Qin Ming looked at the paper, which was made of a material similar to that of the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

“I wonder if I’ll be able to practice this technique once I reach a certain level of cultivation.” He touched the tattered paper.

On the metal paper, he saw the old man’s warning to his closed-door disciple: don’t even think about it until you reach the third realm, and don’t even touch this paper, or you’ll run into big trouble and kill yourself.

“No need to think so much for now!” Qin Ming stood up. The road ahead was long, and the future was far away; he needed to move forward steadily. He searched the area to see if there were any other items.

“Huh?!” Qin Ming was surprised. With a try-it-and-see attitude, he dug three feet into the ground and actually found something. There were a few metal lumps embedded in the crystal underground.

He stared intently, his heart filled with unease, for the material was so unique. Some resembled purple gold, yet there were clear differences, and it contained countless intricate and wondrous patterns.

Some are as white as jade, but more understated than mutton fat jade, with a certain inexplicable charm hidden within.

Qin Ming patiently searched and dug in this area, eventually finding a large handful of metal fragments, but none of them were even the size of a fist.

He had already discerned that these mysterious materials had been incorporated into some important artifacts, such as that piece of purple gold, which still retained a few remnants of a sword’s edge.

That piece of “red copper” was originally supposed to be the tip of a spear!

From this perspective, many extraordinary artifacts were completely destroyed, with only the essence mixed in—the exotic metals—remaining intact.

Qin Ming’s eyes changed; the thing in his hand might be priceless!

Mount Luofu was once a supreme blessed land and a major foundation for those beyond the mundane world; otherwise, they would not have thought of transforming it into a grotto-heaven.

The amount of residue here is truly astonishing.

Qin Ming stuffed the large handful of strange metal lumps into his pocket and searched the area several times, but he couldn’t find anything.

He was preparing to leave; it was time to face the challenges outside.

He also tucked the broken stove lid and the tattered piece of paper into his pocket to prevent them from being lost during the battle.

Then, Qin Ming, carrying one of the furnace legs that was nearly a divine artifact, walked out through the dense sunlight.