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Chapter 156: Refining the Qiankun Yiqi Dai
“Xiao Li… and the Lihuo Ding!” Lu Qing suddenly remembered. The appearance of Xiao Li, and the gradual revival of the Lihuo Ding—perhaps these were signs of something deeper.
Xiao Li was a spiritual beast. The Lihuo Ding was a Spirit Artifact. Both were tied to spiritual energy.
Could this mean the spiritual energy of this world had quietly begun to revive?
It was just that the recovery was so slow, and with the complete loss of the immortal legacy, no one had noticed.
After all, according to the Heavenly Dao Sect’s records etched on the jade tablet, the cycle of spiritual energy’s rise and decline spanned a staggering sixty thousand years.
“If that’s true… we must prepare in advance,” Lu Qing’s expression grew serious.
If spiritual energy truly was reviving, it would mark a transformation of cosmic proportions—something that could reshape the entire world over tens of thousands of years.
Lu Qing didn’t believe that the once-mighty sects, which had once held dominion over all resources and power, had been entirely wiped out.
Having inherited the immortal legacy himself, he knew just how vast and mysterious the powers of cultivators truly were—far beyond the reach of martial artists.
They couldn’t have had no plan at all.
More likely, they were merely lying dormant—waiting for the moment when spiritual energy returned to its full strength.
“But… for me, this might not be a disaster. It could be an opportunity.”
Lu Qing murmured softly to himself.
Whether those ancient sects were hiding in secrecy or had truly perished, one fact remained: in this age, immortal cultivators were nearly nonexistent.
And as long as spiritual energy hadn’t fully returned, Lu Qing might just be able to seize the initiative.
Like now—without much cost, he’d obtained a Spirit Artifact.
Even in the golden age of cultivation, Spirit Artifacts were incredibly rare. Many small sects didn’t possess any. Even large ones might only have one or two—treasured relics used to anchor the sect’s spiritual fortune.
To acquire one so easily? That was pure luck.
Lu Qing withdrew the Qiankun Yiqi Dai.
He ran his fingers gently over its intricate patterns, lost in thought.
He suddenly realized: due to the long-standing depletion of spiritual energy, many once-renowned Spirit Artifacts might now be in poor condition.
Some, like the Qiankun Yiqi Dai, had lost nearly all their spiritual vitality—reduced to little more than ordinary objects.
Though most had likely been taken by the ancient sects, it was impossible to say whether any still lingered in the wild.
If he could find and recover these forgotten relics… he’d be richer than he’d ever dreamed.
The thought stirred excitement in his heart.
The fall of the cultivation era was a catastrophe for immortal masters—but for him, it was a golden chance.
After letting his imagination run for a moment, Lu Qing calmed his mind and prepared to refine the Qiankun Yiqi Dai.
Though he couldn’t detect any legacy traces on the artifact, the legacy he’d obtained from the Lihuo Ding did contain a method for refining spiritual tools.
And fortunately, that method was one he could still manage.
Holding the Qiankun Yiqi Dai, Lu Qing stirred the spiritual soul energy within his brow cavity, sending out a slender thread toward the artifact.
Soon, he sensed the location of the sealing arrays inside.
All he needed to do was break them—then he could fully control the Spirit Artifact.
Following the secret refinement technique passed down from the Lihuo Sect, Lu Qing guided his spiritual soul energy to slowly dismantle the seals.
Just a few days ago, he wouldn’t have been able to perform this technique.
But after refining his third spiritual soul rune last night—giving the Primordial Rune a faint outline—his spiritual soul energy had advanced significantly. He could now barely manage it.
The Qiankun Yiqi Dai had lain dormant for countless years, its spiritual vitality nearly extinguished. The power of its seals had weakened to near nothing.
The refinement process went smoothly—almost effortless.
When the final layer of sealing arrays had been penetrated by his spiritual soul energy, Lu Qing felt a sudden jolt in his spirit.
A flood of information surged into his mind.
With a mere thought, he understood all the functions and capabilities of the Qiankun Yiqi Dai.
First, as his Abilities Probe had already revealed, it was a Spirit Artifact with spatial properties.
Inside, it contained a vast space capable of storing items—and even housing living beings for temporary survival.
Additionally, within it lay ancient magical arrays capable of swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, altering the climate within a ten-li radius, drawing in wind and exhaling powerful gusts and storm winds to obliterate enemies.
Truly formidable.
Of course, these were the abilities it possessed in its prime.
Now, starved of spiritual energy for so long, the arrays and seals had weakened to the point of near inactivity—almost completely dormant.
For now, the only function Lu Qing could activate was its ability to store objects.
And even then, only inanimate items—no living beings could be stored.
This was exactly what he’d expected. He wasn’t disappointed.
If the artifact’s arrays hadn’t been so severely weakened, he wouldn’t have been able to refine it so easily at his current cultivation level.
He knew exactly what he’d gained—and what he’d lost.
With a slight shift in thought, Lu Qing’s spirit entered a mysterious inner space.
The space was vast, empty, and desolate.
“Hmm?” His expression flickered.
In an instant, his awareness shifted to a corner of the space.
Before him, a small pile of objects appeared—his heart leapt.
“Could these be spiritual materials left behind by the Qiankun Yiqi Dai’s previous owner?”
He examined the contents.
There were over a dozen jade bottles, some withered herbs, and several large chunks of dark, iron-like material.
First, he checked the jade bottles.
Empty. Or worse—inside, the pills had turned into lifeless sludge, utterly useless.
Then he used his Abilities to examine the dried herbs.
They were indeed spiritual herbs—but all had long since died, their potency completely drained.
Lu Qing felt a pang of disappointment.
But he understood. After tens of thousands of years of spiritual decline, even the Qiankun Yiqi Dai had lost its vitality—how could it possibly protect the spiritual essence of anything inside?
Still, he clung to a sliver of hope.
He turned his gaze to the dark metal blocks.
Moments later, a deep red light flared from the stones.
[Celestial Meteorite: A mysterious meteorite fallen from the heavens, buried deep underground and compressed for hundreds of thousands of years.]
[Extremely dense and hard, exceedingly rare.]
[Exceptionally compatible—among the finest materials for crafting spiritual tools and the core of Spirit Artifacts.]
After reading the information, Lu Qing’s face lit up with joy.
(End of Chapter)
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