The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1420 - 612 I Feel Like You’re Familiar_2

Chapter 1420: Chapter 612 I Feel Like You’re Familiar_2

"Three Pure Ones spell...has it finally been created?"

[This is the Three Pure Ones spell, created by you, perhaps... it could be used to evade the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations.]

He looked at the Three Pure Ones spell that he had created, hesitating.

"The so-called Three Pure Ones spell involves splitting into three selves...no, to be exact, it’s splitting one self...growing up, and then... dying during the disaster and tribulation."

It’s not so much about One Qi to Three Pure Ones.

More accurately said.

This spell requires Qi Yuan to abandon everything, to become a brand-new him.

This him will grow, become strong, and then... die during the disaster and tribulation.

After the first him dies, a second him will emerge; after the second him dies, a third him will appear.

Only after the third him dies will Qi Yuan truly reappear, then to face a weakened version of the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations.

"Quite interesting."

This Three Pure Ones spell, when created by Qi Yuan, was referenced against the past, present, and future selves of the Sun God.

"So, the first incarnation of me in the Three Pure Ones spell...is in the past, right?"

The second incarnation is in the present, the third... in the future.

"So... to start using the Three Pure Ones spell...to evade disasters and tribulations?"

Qi Yuan hesitated.

Once the Three Pure Ones spell is used, it cannot be terminated.

Only through three deaths can one return.

Moreover, this is not a clone, but the original body.

The original body will lose everything.

"My unique abilities, my Divine Skills, my skills...all gone, can I make it to the other shore?"

These are not the key issues.

"The most important is, I won’t have my clever brain that has enabled me to survive."

Qi Yuan was very conflicted.

He had always relied on his brains to survive.

What if his first incarnation is a fool?

"It doesn’t matter, after all, three deaths and I’ll be back, even if I fail, I fail, it’s not like I’ll lose anything."

Thinking this, Qi Yuan felt that it actually wasn’t much of an issue.

Without a clever brain, at worst, it’s like disconnecting from a game, letting an AI play in my place.

If the AI dies three times, I’ll come back.

Thus, Qi Yuan returned to Ten Thousand Gods Mountain, went to the Abandoned Land, or even returned to the Immortal World, and began arranging.

After all, he was also curious to see what the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations were like.

He also wanted to see, above the Dao Lord, what exactly was there?

A year went by in the blink of an eye.

Qi Yuan completed his arrangements, and he stayed in the Abandoned Land, his gaze profound.

"If that’s the case...let’s start the Three Pure Ones spell, the first time... in the past."

Following Qi Yuan’s voice.

His body dissipated.

In this world, there was no more Qi Yuan’s figure.

...

Yunmeng Mountain, ten-thousand light-years tall.

This mountain was home to countless creatures, filled with all manner of wonders, Ruins, and had also given birth to innumerable civilizations.

At the foot of Yunmeng Mountain.

Feilai Country, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

In the Marquis’s mansion, a group of servants was extremely anxious; from inside the house, a woman’s pained wails could be heard.

Outside the house, a middle-aged man paced back and forth, looking particularly worried.

The wind blew harder and the rain fell heavier.

Outside the Marquis’s mansion, thirty-seven men dressed in black, holding swords, wore murderous looks on their faces.

Today, they had a task to slaughter everyone within the Marquis’s mansion.

Each person was filled with killing intent.

The aura they exuded was something that the mere mortals within the Marquis’s mansion couldn’t compare to.

Just then, the cry of an infant suddenly rang out; at once, there was joy and laughter within the Marquis’s mansion.

A bolt of Heavenly Thunder descended from the sky.

At the same moment, a voice prompt sounded.

[This day, you were born amid miraculous signs, thirty-seven bandits were all killed by the Heavenly Thunder.

You helped the Marquis’s mansion avert a wipeout.]

Time flew like a moving picture; the young master of the Marquis’s mansion slowly grew up.

There was nothing special about him.

He had average aptitude, common physique, only his lineage was distinguished, and his appearance was extraordinary.

The miraculous sign at birth was gradually forgotten.

As for the thirty-seven bandits killed by the Heavenly Thunder, after the Marquis investigated for a long time without any results, the matter was hushed up.

From then on, the Marquis always had an imperceptible look of worry on his face.

Later, five years passed, and the Marquis’s mansion welcomed a new addition.

The young master had a new sister.

The days were happy, even a bit dissolute, filled with laughter and joy.

However, this peaceful happiness was eventually shattered.

[You, who were born with divine anomalies, have ultimately become ordinary.

At the time of your birth, a miraculous sign occurred, killing thirty-seven bandits, saving the Marquis’s mansion from disaster.]

But this time, you were no different from a commoner.

Holding an iron sword, you watched helplessly as your parents suffered a tragic death and all the servants perished, including the maid you cherished most, the girl who dreamed of warming your bed, dying before your eyes.

The rain kept falling, pitter-pattering.

Yet unable to extinguish the raging inferno of the Marquis’ mansion.

By the lakeside, amidst the heavy shadows of trees.

The youth was covered in blood, his eyes also weary, holding a sword in his hand, his energy fading thinly.

He hated how weak he was.

He hated his mediocre talents.

He hated being the only survivor.

"No... my sister is still alive!"

A desire for life burst forth from the youth’s eyes.

But... vengeance?

How to attain it?

Survival itself was a struggle.

At that moment, out of nowhere, a shadow emerged beside the youth.

"Do you wish for revenge?"

The youth hastily looked over, but he saw nothing; the shadow was invisible.

"I do!"

"Even if it costs you everything?" asked the shadow.

The youth nodded, scenes of his family’s brutal demise flashing in his mind.

"Yes, even if it means becoming a devil, a follower of the Evil God, I am willing!"

"Good," the shadow seemed to smirk, "In that case, I want all your emotions. In exchange, I offer you... the greatest Sword Dao talent in the world."

At that moment, the youth hesitated.

Without emotions, if he became strong, wouldn’t he be able to kill anyone aside from taking revenge?

What if... he ended up killing his sister?

"But of course... I’m not entirely heartless, to make you into a God of Slaughter.

Thus, you can retain three things, or rather... three sentences.

For instance... like in those storybooks, you shall not harm your sister," mocked the shadow, smirking yet scornful.

The youth’s expression was solemn.

Finally, he clenched his teeth and spoke the first sentence.

His sister was his only family.

No matter what, he would never hurt his sister.

"And the second?" the shadow chuckled.

"I... must live, grow strong, and take revenge," the youth said.

Losing all emotions, including desires, meant that he might possess the greatest talent for Sword Dao, but he would not cultivate.

Did it matter if the other party deceived him, toyed with him?

"And the third?"

"I..." The youth hesitated, unsure of what the third sentence should be.

Wealth?

To carry on his lineage?

To rejuvenate the Marquis’ estate?

Or...

Just then, as if by a premonition, he blurted out something involuntarily.

"I shall always adhere to the principles of Lawful Good, protecting the world."

This youth had not allowed hatred and slaughter to blind him.

Perhaps, it had to do with his childhood.

"Fine, the deal is struck."

As the shadow’s voice faded, it disappeared.

Lying in the lake, the youth felt it was all a dream.

However, as he grasped the drift of reeds in the lake, he felt the world had changed.

"From this moment forth, in this world... there is only the Sword Disciple."

When the grasp on the sword came, the Sword Disciple lost all his emotions.

He could not feel the chill of the lake water.

The tragic deaths of his parents and the demise of his clan were just like cold images.

He couldn’t even feel hunger, pain, or even the desire for revenge.

Nor curiosity.

What sustained him... were only those three sentences.

That would be all he had.

From then on, in Feilai Country, there was a Sword Disciple with no expression on his face.

No one knew his identity, nor what he was after.

No one knew his weakness.

They only knew, he was a true genius of the Sword Dao.

With an iron sword in hand, he traveled three thousand miles.

In a gorge where two armies clashed, he comprehended the Seven Kills Sword Skill.

Upon witnessing a mighty being cleave the heavens with a sword, he grasped the Heavenrend Sword Draw Technique.

As flowers bloomed and withered, he apprehended the Reincarnation Sword Technique.

In this mortal world, everything becomes the sword.