A treasure map every day, I dig for treasure and revitalize my family

Han Tianming returned to his senses and listened to the Third Elder's statement. He was a little amused.

Once, the Yuan family opened the secret realm but could not enter, which made Han Tianming take advantage of it.

Now, the head of the Han family used the token of the master of the Foundry Pavilion to open the cave, but he could not find the door either.

It was a coincidence that the Third Elder saw the real inheritance.

Inside the cave, Han Tianming flipped through the scroll in his hand with surprise.

"Almost all the inheritance of the entire Foundry Pavilion is here..."

In this bookshelf, all the scrolls are recorded and form a system.

From basic refining techniques to high-level refining techniques, they are all marked.

The initial Three Flowers Gathering Fire Technique, learning to divide it into one volume, is even equivalent to the first-level low-grade refining technique.

And the three volumes combined into one can actually be comparable to the second-level low-grade refining technique.

Later, there are the Heavenly Fire Blazing Technique, the Holy Fire Forging Technique, and so on.

The most advanced one is a weapon refining technique called Tianxing Huanjinfa.

This weapon refining technique has reached the sixth level of the best!

These weapon refining techniques have very clear connections, so it is not necessary to practice one before learning the next one.

But they complement each other and the techniques are extremely similar.

Even Han Tianming, a layman, can see the commonality between them.

Not to mention how close the connection is in the eyes of weapon refiners.

It is obvious that this is a complete inheritance, almost all the text inheritance that can be left in the entire casting pavilion.

In addition to these weapon refining techniques, there are many books that record the characteristics of various spiritual minerals or weapon refining inscriptions.

"This is not a place for retreat, this is almost entrusting the inheritance..."

Han Tianming sighed.

Because the scrolls on the bookshelf are not arranged neatly, it looks quite hasty.

If there is a lot of free time, they will definitely be stacked neatly instead of piled up like this.

Han Tianming sighed secretly, sorted out the scrolls, and put them into his dantian one by one.

A piece of brocade appeared in the pile of books.

Han Tianming was stunned, took it and looked at it, only to see the handwriting on it was sloppy, and the ink was still fresh.

This cave has not been eroded by time. Han Tianming seemed to have seen a person who hurried here and entrusted the inheritance.

It was clearly written on the brocade:

"Since the loss of news from the upper sect for four hundred years, the whole world has rebelled against Xingyun."

"Of the nine affiliated sects, nine out of six rebelled."

"Only the Casting Pavilion, the Thousand Formation Sect, and the Beast Taming Sect have been struggling to hold on, waiting for news from the upper sect for a long time but to no avail."

"We have searched the ancestral land, but still to no avail. We asked Lord Tianling to help, but to no avail."

"After a hundred years of hard fighting, the Thousand Formations and Beast Taming Sect were all killed, and eight out of ten disciples of the Casting Pavilion were injured, and they no longer have the power to resist."

"The Pavilion Master Duan Mingshan has sealed the inheritance in the pavilion here to leave it to future generations. When the upper sect returns, he will know that our Casting Pavilion has lived up to the main sect!"

The text stopped abruptly everywhere, and then there were ink stains, as if there were thousands of words, but in the end, they were never put into words.

However, in the previous document, there were only a few hundred words, which revealed an unconcealable determination.

Han Tianming knew that the master of the Casting Pavilion was going to die, and he could not help but feel respect for him.

The mystery shrouded outside the Xingyun Sect seemed to reveal some truths to him little by little.

It turned out that the enemy in the image of the Xingyuan Tower in the past was the entire Chaos Star Sea!

It turned out that there were nine affiliated forces under the Xingyun Sect.

It was a pity that six of the nine forces took the lead in rebellion later.

Han Tianming could feel Duan Mingshan's despair.

In such a desperate situation, he had struggled for more than a hundred years, and he must have fought to the end of his rope.

The most uncomfortable thing may not be death, but watching the younger generations of the sect wither in front of him.

The glory of the past is no longer worth mentioning. Being in the dark and unable to see any light is what makes people feel extremely painful.

I can't see the bright road ahead, and I can't finish the tortuous road.

Han Tianming gently put away the silk book and sighed:

"Don't worry, senior."

"I will take your inheritance!"

"It will definitely be a powerful family, standing proudly in the chaotic star sea, so that no one in the world can threaten the Han family!"

Then he turned and left the cave, and the stone door at the entrance of the cave slowly fell, as if to seal an old story.

After leaving the Nebula Secret Realm, Han Tianming looked at the island and added red makeup.

He stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

"Another year..."

This year is completely different from the previous year.

Before, his realm was lower, and there was no one in the family who could work with him.

The burden of the Han family was all on him.

As of this year, it is not earth-shaking, but it is also very different.

All the members of the Han family have grown up, and there are already people who can take charge of themselves.

Many things no longer need Han Tianming to do everything himself, and a lot of weight has been taken off his shoulders.

As his realm deepened, Han Tianming spent most of this year in seclusion.

Almost once he closed his eyes, it would be one or two months before he opened them again.

He was not so sensitive to the passage of time.

Three hundred and sixty-five days in a year meant only a few times of closing his eyes for him.

So at this moment, seeing his tribesmen decorating the island and preparing for the New Year, he was actually in a trance for a moment.

"There is no time in the immortal calendar, and there is no year in cultivation."

Han Tianming murmured softly.

So he decided to spend this New Year well.

Because when his realm reaches a higher level in the future, I am afraid that when he closes his eyes and opens them again, many years will have passed.

"It seems that Tiangui can't catch up."

Han Tianming's eyes were cast towards the mountains in the east.

Han Tiangui was in seclusion there to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and there was no movement so far.

This couldn't be more normal. Han Tiangui was not Han Tianming after all, and the Thousand Star Pill could not replace the Shenpo Yin Yang Zhi.

It was a blessing from heaven to be able to save most of the original decades of work.

Han Tianming was about to step away from the top of the main peak, when suddenly a roar of dragons came from the direction of the South China Sea.

It was the return of the two dragons.

The aura of the tiger dragon had reached the fourth level of the best.

Han Tianming smiled and flew to the coast of the South China Sea.

The two dragons came out of the water and roared at him, very close.

"Come on, open your mouth!"

Han Tianming smiled, and then threw the Yin Yang Ding Long Dan, which had been split into two, into the big mouths of the two dragons.

When the pill entered their stomachs, the two dragons reacted immediately.

They roared at Han Tianming for a while, and then they coiled together.

Yin and Yang Qi surged out of the body, gradually forming a huge ball of light, covering the two dragons.

Then the ball of light gradually shrank, and soon, it turned into a black and white dragon egg!

"Mmm--"

A dragon roar resounded across the shores of the South China Sea.

After all the voices fell silent, the dragon egg's light was restrained, and then it sank into the sea and fell into the dragon's nest.

In the dragon's nest, countless dragon blood grasses that looked like fiery red dragon scales swayed slightly, flashing light, like countless tentacles, caressing and accepting the dragon egg.

Han Tianming was about to leave when he suddenly felt a surge of heat in his dantian, and he immediately switched to the perspective of the Nascent Soul.

"Dragon scales?"