I'm in Shrouding the Heavens Practicing Eternal Life

"What is it?"

Luo Mo, who was cultivating, was suddenly visited by his avatar, and he knew that something important must have happened.

The Source Art avatar, holding the Pure Yang Mirror, descended from the Immortal Transformation Pool above.

"Xiao Yan found something in the Ancient Clan and asked me to pass it on to you," the Source Art avatar said.

He waved his hand, releasing an altar with a radius of a hundred zhang, full of the style of the Primordial Era. Obviously, it was something from the Primordial Clan, and he had just said that Xiao Yan had obtained it from the Primordial Clan.

However, the altar was very new, and it should have been imitated by Xiao Yan. The level of some of the array patterns on this altar was very high, possibly the creation of an Ancient Emperor level figure. Xiao Yan only imitated some of the key points, and the rest was left to his main body.

"And this."

The Source Art avatar took out a jade bottle with a few drops of blood inside.

This drop of blood was not left by any powerful creature, but only a Great Power realm.

However, when Luo Mo held this bottle of blood in his hand, he keenly discovered that there was an extremely powerful bloodline power in this bottle of blood, with fragments of the Great Dao of a royal figure within it.

The blood of an Ancient Emperor's son or daughter?

"The Ancient Clan has temporarily shelved the matter of summoning because the consumption is too great, but it is nothing to us," the Source Art avatar said.

Luo Mo already understood what this was.

He nodded, then withdrew from the state of comprehending the laws of space by merging with the Gouchen Ancient Emperor's array patterns.

"From now on, the Pure Yang Mirror will suppress this place and refine Pure Yang Pills."

Luo Mo gave an order, then handed the scriptures he had sorted out to the Source Art avatar, "This is the Saint-level scripture I created. You pass it on to Xiao Yan. This time, it may take me a lot of time."

… …

In the boundless starry sky, a point of starlight flickered continuously, each flicker able to teleport hundreds of millions of miles away.

However, against the background of the huge star map, it was only a weak movement.

If the quality is not enough, make up for it with quantity. Luo Mo teleported more than a thousand times in a row, finally moving away from the Big Dipper Star, and then sat cross-legged in a desolate starry sky, starting to study the altar.

The altar was held in Luo Mo's palm, and he used the method of Mustard Seed Sumeru to evolve his palm. A drop of the blood of an Ancient Emperor's son or daughter was dripped onto the altar, slowly融入 into it.

Luo Mo began to urge the Great Eight Trigrams Art and the Great Deduction Art to calculate the position. The Eight Trigrams symbols were reflected in the starry sky, each one magnified to thousands of zhang in size, constantly arranged and combined, flashing and changing.

This process consumed a lot of energy. Luo Mo constantly burned Pure Yang Pills, and soon burned a full eight million Pure Yang Pills before he could deduce something based on the Three Thousand Great Daos.

The Eight Trigrams runes reflected in the starry sky slowly stopped, and even the light did not flicker anymore. Each symbol was like a divine jade cast, radiating light in the void, forming a star gate leading to the distant and unknown.

On the other side of the star gate, Luo Mo sensed a dark and cold void of the universe.

And in this void of the universe, there was something that resonated with his altar, on a purple copper warship.

This was a warship floating quietly in the universe. The entire hull was full of traces of time, and the exterior was extremely dilapidated and covered with dust. Through the dust, one could see traces of weapons being fired. Judging from these traces alone, at least a Saint had taken action, and more than one, to leave such wounds. Some parts of the hull had been pierced through, and knife marks and axe marks were even more遍布.

However, being able to avoid being completely destroyed under the attack of a Saint was enough to show the extraordinary nature of this purple copper warship, and the identity of its owner was not simple.

The inside of the ship was also as silent as death, without the slightest movement.

However, Luo Mo could sense through the altar that there were still living creatures on this warship. What he was calling through the altar was the living creatures on this warship.

"This is it."

Luo Mo knew what this was, because it had appeared in the original work, it was a warship carrying more than forty Ancestral Kings of the Ancient Clan.

The Big Dipper Ancient Clan once wanted to summon this ship, but because of Ye Fan's unintentional interruption, their plan was disrupted, causing this ship of Ancestral Kings to not be guided back.

Subsequently, they were slaughtered by the Old Madman on the Ziwei Star.

Among this ship of Ancestral Kings, there were three Great Saints. For the Life Ancient Star, they were very terrifying existences, because they had drifted in the starry sky for too long. When passing through certain mysterious areas, even the Divine Source that sealed them had been exhausted, so they were extremely weak.

If they landed on the Life Ancient Star, they would devour hundreds of millions of living beings to replenish their vitality.

And the set trajectory of this ship should be the Ziwei Ancient Star.

Xiao Yan's avatar's time in the Ancient Clan was not in vain. Knowing what the main body needed, he sent such a great gift.

A ship of Ancestral Kings, including three Great Saints, all extremely weak… …

Tsk tsk tsk.

If I don't take action, I would be letting down the hard work of the avatar.

So, he found a secluded place deep in the starry sky to take good care of this ship of Ancestral Kings.

The altar has been set up, the location has been locked, then, the Great Summoning Technique—

Come over here, you!

The altar glowed, and the sky full of Eight Trigrams symbols extended towards the star gate, turning into a light of summoning, to guide the ancient warship over.

The dim and rusty purple copper warship was originally just slowly drifting along its original course, but now, being summoned by Luo Mo, it immediately changed its course and slowly sailed towards the star gate opened in the void.

Luo Mo's side consumed a lot of energy. Every second, the altar had to burn hundreds of thousands of Pure Yang Pills. It's no wonder that the Primordial Clan shelved such a thing for so long, because without the joint efforts of several clans, no one would want to do such a thing, it was too expensive.

Especially since the speed at which the purple copper warship was sailing over was not fast, and the Pure Yang Pills were burning rapidly, making people anxious. It was only Luo Mo who had the confidence to quietly cast the Great Summoning Technique because he had the Immortal Ascension Road behind him. If it were someone else, they would have been so distressed that they would have passed out by now.

Finally, the purple copper warship completely sailed through the star gate, and Luo Mo quickly cut off the altar's consumption.

Looking at the expenditure, this time it actually consumed more than 20 million Pure Yang Pills. In the original work, the Ancient Clan had prepared for a long time and piled up a large amount of Divine Source before summoning. This was indeed very expensive.

Valley ginseng

The star gate closed, leaving only the purple copper warship floating in the starry sky, and Luo Mo stepped onto the ship.

Although the hull was riddled with holes and full of traces of knives and axes, it still retained the characteristics of a magic weapon, and the Dao patterns were still there, not erased.

The purple metal material also retained divine substances, not lost.

It looked a little shabby, but it was still a Great Saint-level magic weapon, and it also had the ability to block divine thoughts. Luo Mo spread out his powerful divine thoughts, but was blocked by the ancient ship, unable to explore freely in this ancient ship.

Well, it seems that this ship can still be used after some tidying up.

The bronze warship was very large, meeting the requirements for interstellar exploration. Inside, each cabin was equipped with various halls and secret chambers. Although it was shaped like a ship, it was more like a celestial abode. There were even medicine fields inside, but they had long since dried up, the soil cracked into pieces, with the ashes of spiritual herbs frozen there along with the water vapor.

There were divine pearls in the sky, presumably for lighting, but they were also cracked, their spiritual energy dissipated, no longer bright and beautiful.

Time is a terrifying force, it decays all things. Even ancient emperors cannot escape it, only to feel regret. But Luo Mo was not afraid, he already possessed the power to resist time. With his current lifespan, it was enough for him to raise his cultivation again, until he was no longer subject to the passage of years.

Luo Mo had not walked far before he saw a snow-white skull, placed in an ancient hall, emitting a soft light in the darkness.

It was her.

This was the skull of the female saint who followed Wu Shi's back. But the starry sky was so dangerous, how could an ordinary saint come and go freely? All the ancestral kings on this ship were trapped and died, including many Great Saints.

The female saint exhausted her lifespan in the starry sky, and ultimately transformed into the Dao.

Luo Mo carefully collected this skull, intending to take it back to Wu Shi Zhong for safekeeping, so that he could give it to Wu Shi as a memento when he saw him in the future.

Beneath the skull, there was a crescent moon jade pendant, about an inch long, containing some Taiyin scriptures. Luo Mo naturally did not need it. He collected the jade pendant and the skull together, and then continued to explore the ship.

He continued towards the core area. Other things were unimportant to him. He was not a garbage collector, and besides, once he subdued the ancestral kings on this ship, all these things would be his.

Soon, he arrived at the center of the ancient ship. With a wave of his sleeve, his magic power surged, and a bronze door was pushed open, revealing a sealed secret land once more.

Before him was a crystalline scene, rows and rows of divine sources arranged like coffins. There were as many as forty-three divine source coffins, each at least two or three cubic feet in size, sealing an ancestral king inside.

However, these divine sources were all very dim, without a trace of heaven and earth essence, unlike ordinary divine sources that could naturally float between heaven and earth, with rich essence, shining like the sun.

Although these divine sources were numerous and large, they had all exhausted their essence, leaving only empty shells. In the long process of cosmic drift, these divine sources had no stone skin to protect them, no dragon veins to hide them, and had long since dissipated their essence. Although the process of divine source dissipating essence was very long, it would eventually be exhausted over a timescale of tens of thousands of years, especially since some places in the universe were very dangerous and would strip away essence.

All forty-three divine source coffins were dim and dull, and those sealed inside were all ancestral kings, basically not looking like humans, but their aura was not bad, looking like good subordinates.

Just a little ugly.

Because they were all skin and bones, dry and withered.

Moreover, each one was extremely old, giving the impression that even if they were unsealed from the divine source, they would immediately die of old age.

At the deepest point, three divine source blocks stood on a high platform like statues, distinguishing them from the other ancestral kings, and they were also much larger, so it was obvious which three of the Great Saints were on this ship.

Luo Mo walked to the deepest part of the hall to see these three future employees of his.

Of the three Great Saints, one was dark all over, with crimson hair and a thousand arms. Although he had shrunk his size as much as possible in the divine source block, he still appeared powerful.

The other two Great Saints were both nearly human in shape. One had golden hair and a pair of golden dragon horns. Apart from the dragon horns, there was no difference from the human race.

The other had silver hair and a diamond-shaped white scale on his forehead. Although it was tightly closed, one could feel an extremely dangerous aura from it, obviously a natural weapon of great destruction.

As if sensing Luo Mo's approach, the ancestral kings sealed in the divine source slowly recovered.

Crack, crack...

The sound of divine source cracking rang out.

There were more than forty ancestral kings around, and even three Great Saints. Even though they were short of essence and extremely weak, needing to eat a lot to replenish themselves, it would be extremely dangerous for an ordinary saint to rashly enter among them. They might be devoured by them to replenish their vitality.

But the premise was an ordinary saint, then there would be danger, and Luo Mo clearly did not belong to this category.

The Great Saint with crimson hair and a thousand hands cracked a gap in the divine source, and then crawled out of the divine source block like a snake shedding its skin.

It was not that he had to use some high-difficulty technique to show off his appearance, but that although the essence of this divine source block was almost exhausted, if he could not find a life ancient star, hiding inside would still have some delaying effect.

After eating, he could go back in and continue sleeping.

Luo Mo slowly sacrificed the Devouring Heaven Magic Jar. He stroked the body of the jar, like stroking the graceful curves of a maiden. The ghost face imprint on the lid, which seemed to be crying but not crying, smiling but not smiling, was like Luo Mo's smiling expression at this moment, appearing so terrifying in the dark and cold universe, in the ancestral kings' burial ground.

The power of the extreme Dao slowly spread out, and the entire bronze warship was wailing and trembling.

The Thousand-Armed Ancestral King came out.

The Thousand-Armed Ancestral King went back in again.

Yes, he crawled back in again.

Although he was a Great Saint, he was extremely weak, not even having one percent of his peak strength. If it was a saint, he could still try, the last woman who boarded the ship was nearing the end of her life, only to transform into the Dao, what a pity, this one might be able to replenish some vitality.

But who knew that he actually had an ancient emperor's weapon!

The other two Great Saints had originally begun to crack their own divine sources, intending to come out and help, sharing this human saint to replenish some vitality.

But after seeing this human saint sacrifice an ancient emperor's weapon, the already silent them became even more silent. The two Great Saints slightly turned their divine sources, turning their faces to one side, not daring to look at Luo Mo.

Even in their prime, they would not dare to take an ancient emperor's weapon unleashed by a saint, let alone now that they only had a breath left.

"What are you shrinking back for? Come out."

Luo Mo skillfully used the ancient divine script.

But the Thousand-Armed Ancestral King had completely played dead, not moving at all.

Luo Mo held the Devouring Heaven Magic Jar in one hand and scattered a pile of pure Yang pills on the ground with the other.

The pure Yang pills were scattered all over the ground, falling on the floor, falling into the dust.

The aura of pure Yang vitality instantly attracted the attention of all the ancestral kings. Without a doubt, this was a great tonic, enough for them to restore their vitality. The sound of cracking immediately rang out, and even the two Great Saints who had turned their faces turned back.

Pure Yang pills were continuously scattered from Luo Mo's hand, some colliding with the divine source blocks, making crisp sounds, and some falling beside Luo Mo's feet. The pure Yang pills that rolled a few times in the dust formed a sharp contrast with Luo Mo's exquisite and gorgeous white magic boots.

Luo Mo chuckled and said in ancient divine script: "Come, eat."