Walking Crane

My name is Qi Yuan, and I am a time traveler who now holds the esteemed title of the eldest martial brother at Seven Colours Peak. I am armed with a game jade slip capable of connecting realms across the heavens, and blessed with the ability to unveil hidden information through my discerning eyes.

[A seemingly ordinary blade of grass reveals secrets of a clandestine meeting between True Man Ku Mu and Empress Dashang that transpired just three days prior.] 

[Her name is Ruan Yixi, who appears to be your beautiful master on the surface, but she may have a deeper connection, perhaps she is even your wife.]

[This is Heavenly Dao of the World, a Spiritual Object renowned for its significance in Foundation Establishment]

[This is a lifeless planet, a potential vessel for the creation of a Golden Elixir].

So my road of cultivation turns gradually strange.

"Heavenly Dao? A Spiritual Object for Foundation Establishment?" 

"So many desolate planets, all refined into Golden Elixir!" 

The Heavenly Dao is used as the foundation and refining stars into Golden Elixir. 

I am Qi Yuan, I become the origin of all things.

My name is Jiang Lingsu, a fellow disciple at Seven Colours Peak. My Senior Brother is mentally ill.

He is never focused on work. Nor does he like cultivation. He only loves simulation games.

Senior Brother says, "Playing games is like cultivation. It can also create a world."

One day, there is one more sun in the sky.

I ask him what it is, he says, "That is my Golden Elixir!"

This book is also titled 'Cultivation: The Jade Slip's Universe' and 'The Golden Elixir I Cultivated is a Planet,'

The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?

The mountain was high and the forest deep, with the ancient temple standing at the peak, hidden among the clouds.


The occasional sound of the temple bell carried through the air, as if it were a heavenly realm on earth.


However... every citizen of Zhenyang City knew that while it might have been normal to call Wangshan Temple a heavenly place three years ago,


today, the stone steps were stained with blood at every inch, with bones at every level.


Many who could no longer survive in Zhenyang City fled to Wangshan Temple, only to be hunted and killed by demons on the steps.


Inside the ancient temple, weeds grew rampant, and thorns blanketed the ground.


Old Monk sat in front of a Buddha statue, chanting sutras with his eyes closed.


The sound of footsteps resounded, especially loud within the great hall.


The head of Wangshan Temple, with his eyes still closed, stopped chanting his sutras, "Who comes to visit?"


Chapter 338: Is This How You Cultivate?