Waste Synthesis: Starting from Picking Up Garbage to Become Immortal

"Hmph! The "Zixia Tian Gong" in your hand is a degraded version of mine. It is at best a low-grade Xuan-level skill. The "Zixia Tian Gong" I gave you is the original version, which is a top-level Xuan-level skill. The difference between mud.”

Song Tianming flipped through the two books of "Zixia Tiangong" and suddenly realized that, as Song Qingshu's remnant soul said, the original version of "Zixia Tiangong" was more exquisite.

"Why didn't the ancient ancestor pass down the original version of "Zixia Tian Gong"?"

"Not everyone can master high-level techniques. The degraded version is almost enough for those monks in the early stages of the highest profound realm."

"And this original version of "Zixia Tian Gong" is a decomposed version of a certain heaven-level skill. If you can meet the other half of the book, the two will be connected. It depends on your chance."

Song Tianming suddenly realized that no wonder Song Qingshu kept the original version of "Zixia Tiangong" because he was looking for the other half.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingshu's remaining soul handed over another drop of turbid blood essence.

"This is the essence and blood of a quasi-earth-level ink dragon. Although it has been diluted countless times, it also has a mysterious level, which is of great benefit to physical cultivation. The only drawback is that there are too many impurities. Forcibly absorbing it will pollute the flesh and blood. You have to do it yourself Find a way to purify it.”

Song Tianming was dumbfounded. This drop of Mo Jiao's essence and blood was no longer a flaw, but completely useless. However, he still accepted it obediently. It was better than nothing.

Next, a piece of parchment floated. It had a special texture and was forged from spiritual materials. Various topography and landforms were traced on it with extraordinary lines and symbols, like a treasure map!

"Since you are a Shinto monk in the middle stage of Netherworld, you must have been to the Netherworld. This parchment is a treasure map that leads to an extraordinary secret realm. The location should be in the Death Plain. You can go and look for it, but I was I went around the Death Plain for several times but couldn’t find it.”

"Ah! It can't be fake!"

"How is it possible? I spent a lot of money to buy this picture from Taoist Tianbao. Could it be fake? It's just that I don't have the chance. You must have."

Not allowing Song Tianming to argue, Song Qingshu's remnant soul stuffed the sheepskin map into his arms.

Song Tianming clicked his tongue for a while. This ancient ancestor felt unreliable at all. How did he cultivate to the quasi-ground level!

Song Qingshu's remnant soul seemed to sense Song Tianming's contempt for him, and quickly took out the last treasure, a stone engraved with extraordinary runes.

"This rune stone is the entrance to a secret space in the Fallen Star Realm. It contains the treasure of the Giant Spirit Clan. If you have enough opportunities, you can even become a master of the quasi-terrestrial realm like this ancient ancestor."

"Oh, it's so powerful. Guzu, did you get your previous opportunities here?"

"No, this rune stone requires physical cultivation to be opened. I am not qualified to enter."

"Ah, then how did the ancient ancestor know that there was a treasure inside?"

"You guessed it! Just think about it, how could there be no good things in a secret space with such troublesome opening conditions?"

Song Tianming was speechless for a while. The four treasures given by Song Qingshu's remnant soul all had great potential, but it was a pity that they were useless now.

Thinking about it, if these things were not useless, they would not be left to me. Maybe my father would take them all.

Song Qingshu's remnant soul coughed and sighed: "It's not that I don't want to give you good things, it's just that I really don't have them. If you want to blame him, blame your father. I cultivated him so much, but it's a pity that he didn't come to save me in the end."

"Save you, come here?"

"No, it's a forbidden area called the Ancient Tomb of Taichu. When I set out, I divined that I was in bad luck and would probably get lost in it. I would have to have a clansman from the same clan as me to save me before I could get out of trouble. ”

"Oh! This is why you are raising offspring. Wait, since you have divined danger, why do you go?"

Song Qingshu's remnant soul shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said helplessly: "On the road to spiritual cultivation, you can't help yourself. Just like your father, he knew that there was no return, but he still had to find the magic medicine for your sister."

"You know about my sister's illness."

"Song Xiu came and asked me, but I think it's not a disease, but a curse."

Song Tianming's tone was urgent and extremely nervous: "What should we do?"

"Curse is a very troublesome thing. If you want to solve it perfectly, it is best for the magician who cast the curse to do it himself. After all, the same kind of curse will be in the hands of different magicians, and the formula will be ever-changing. Unless the realm is very high, otherwise it will be broken by force. The cursed person will be killed first.”

Song Tianming's expression condensed, and he asked extremely seriously: "Did my father find out any clues about the curse caster back then?"

"There are no clues, but there is speculation."

"Perhaps it's the curse of the Immortal Pure Land where your mother lives. After all, the precision of the spell is too high. It made your sister sick but not dead. Moreover, all kinds of medicines can't cure it. She's not a heavenly magician. It’s impossible to cast such an exquisite curse.”

"As for the purpose, I think it is to force your mother to go back. After all, your mother is the goddess of the Pure Land and carries the expectations of the immortal. The responsibility is too heavy."

Song Tianming took a breath of air, then bowed to Song Qingshu's remnant soul and said: "The words of the ancient ancestor are the best treasure for the younger generation. If I achieve anything in the future, I will definitely go to the Taichu Ancient Tomb to save you."

"I hope you can. By the way, if you have any doubts or questions in the future, you can ask me. Just tap a drop of blood and you can enter. I will tell you everything I know."

Song Tianming and Song Qingshu's remnant soul exchanged many things, most of which were about Song Xiu's investigation of Song Tianling's curse.

After a long time, Song Tianming left. Song Qingshu's remnant soul looked at Song Tianming's back and couldn't let go for a long time.

"Song Xiu has a son? Why haven't I heard him say that?"

"I used to divine for Song Xiu, and it only showed that he had a daughter."

"But this kid can pass my automatic blood recognition, it's really strange."

"Oh, forget it, don't think about it, Song Xiu's karma is too heavy and too complicated, it's possible that I calculated it wrong."

Huh!

Song Qingshu's residual soul dissipated, and now his power is so weak that he even has trouble thinking. Only by falling into a deep sleep can he live longer.

In the Song family sacrificial hall, the space folded, and ripples were set off, and Song Tianming appeared out of thin air.

Seeing this, Song Hai, who was resting with his eyes closed, immediately said excitedly: "Tianming, how is it, did you get any good things from the ancestor?"

Song Tianming smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "The ancient ancestor said that his accumulation over the years was basically spent on my father, and he only gave me a few useless things, which are better than nothing!"

Song Hai heard this and smiled awkwardly, patted Song Tianming on the shoulder and comforted him: "On the road of cultivation, as long as you are yourself, too many external things will affect your potential."

Before the two said goodbye, Song Hai also told Song Tianming to be careful of the revenge of the Li family, and gave Song Tianming a Xuan-level sound transmission talisman. If there is any situation, he will support him as soon as possible.

Song Tianming nodded and accepted this valuable Xuan-level sound transmission talisman.

After saying goodbye to Song Hai, Song Tianming went to find Song Tianling.