Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique-Chapter 758 - 517: Seeing the Taiching Saint Again!_2

During the process of refining the medicinal power within Qin Zheng’s body, wisps of refined vitality slowly merged into his being alongside the blazing flames.

At first, Qin Zheng felt a sharp pain that was hard to endure. Gradually, he found it bearable, and by the end, he unexpectedly began to enjoy being enveloped by the blaze—a warmth and comfort akin to soaking in a hot spring during a harsh winter.

The flames gradually engulfed him, forming a cocoon of fire that floated and sank amidst the sea of fire.

Time passed quietly in the blink of an eye.

Crack!

A sound of splintering echoed out.

Soon after followed—

Crack... Crack... Crack...

The fire cocoon quickly split open.

Boom!

A pristine, jade-like fist broke through the cocoon. A surge of energy erupted, shattering the cocoon into pieces and revealing what lay beneath.

The former Qin Zheng, whose rapid cultivation through medicinal elixirs had left him feeling somewhat hollow, now radiated a steady and solid aura. The sense of completeness around him was thicker and more profound than ever.

As Qin Zheng examined his own state, the refined medicinal power had increased the "water" within the "barrel," yet this fiery refinement had caused the "barrel" to expand as the "water" increased.

Refining the great medicinal power within the Purple Gold Pill Furnace unexpectedly produced effects akin to refining the Tao Heavenly Dew!

However, Qin Zheng noticed that this marked the furnace’s and his own limit. He could no longer repeat the process of refining elixirs and undergoing another refinement in this Purple Gold Pill Furnace.

Nonetheless, the gains he reaped were equivalent to refining six thousand drops of Tao Heavenly Dew, completing six-tenths of the path to the legendary tier.

Now, after enduring the fiery refinement within the Purple Gold Pill Furnace, the residual medicinal power and furnace’s vitality elevation had pushed the effect up to eight thousand drops!

In other words, Qin Zheng now stood just two thousand drops short of Tao Heavenly Dew to bear witness to the Dao and achieve the legendary tier!

His glass-like eyes reflected the sea of fire, with emotions within him surging like flames.

Rumble!

A roar resounded overhead.

Qin Zheng immediately felt an invisible force pushing him out of the furnace’s interior.

At that very moment, his gaze flickered as he pierced through the sea of fire, spotting two other figures within the Purple Gold Pill Furnace.

A Daoist sat cross-legged, his presence growing stronger as the overwhelming destructive aura within him diminished. Yet the complete eradication of this inner qi would clearly take considerable time.

Meanwhile, a stone radiated shimmering light like a breathing entity, continuously absorbing the boundless vitality of the furnace. With every "breath," the stone grew slightly stronger.

This time, Qin Zheng saw clearly—the shape of the stone wasn’t that of a human curled up but of a monkey!

The creature inside the stone—is it Sun Wukong?!

Qin Zheng’s heart stirred. He couldn’t guess the Daoist’s identity, but he began to piece together the stone’s significance.

Yet, at his current realm, he had already gazed upon countless renowned Immortal Gods from ancient myths, even personally slaying Thunder Duke, Lightning Mother, and the Four Heavenly Kings.

Thus, even if the stone was truly Sun Wukong, Qin Zheng felt only mild surprise, without being overly astonished.

Moreover, the aura emitted by this stone remained within the realm of Primordial Chaos Without Limit, yet it was unmatched in perfection—closer to the legendary tier than Qin Zheng himself.

Thoughts surged in Qin Zheng’s mind as his figure was pushed out of the Purple Gold Pill Furnace in the next moment, returning to the quiet Alchemy Room.

Clang!!

The top cover of the furnace fell back into place.

Qin Zheng dismissed his lingering thoughts and bowed deeply toward the Purple Gold Pill Furnace. "This junior thanks the Saint!"

A few breaths later, he straightened his body, turned, and strode out, pushing open the door to the Alchemy Room.

Between refining elixirs and undergoing fiery refinement within the Purple Gold Pill Furnace, a cumulative twenty years had passed—the longest period of secluded cultivation Qin Zheng had ever undertaken.

Upon leaving the room, he saw shadowy trees sway in the breeze, and in the near distance, the contour of a grand hall emerged. A small path stretched directly from the Alchemy Room toward the hall.

It appeared the Alchemy Room was not far from the Taoist Temple’s main hall. Qin Zheng immediately stepped forward, heading toward the hall.

Having gained so much, Qin Zheng felt relaxed and at ease, pacing unhurriedly while appreciating the tranquil scenery.

But before he had taken many steps—

Hum!!

A strange energy emerged.

Qin Zheng turned toward the Taoist Temple’s exterior, where star clusters and the Milky Way collapsed inward, condensing into boundless vitality that poured in torrents toward a particular direction.

Alongside it came an overwhelming and formidable aura, slowly manifesting between heaven and earth.

Has someone achieved the legendary tier?

Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

He lingered to observe for a moment, but whether due to great distance or the temple’s isolating properties, he couldn’t discern which figure had ascended.

So he withdrew his gaze and continued toward the Taoist Temple’s grand hall.

His own harvests were so immense that he now stood just two-tenths away from reaching the legendary tier. Not to mention figures like the already perfected Daoxing Heavenly Venerate or the reincarnated Emperor Zhenwu—it was no surprise for them to ascend to legend.

In fact, any ascension to legend would be an auspicious event.

With such thoughts, Qin Zheng walked leisurely onward, as gentle breezes swept past and the aromas of trees and grasses refreshed his senses.

Soon.

The majestic Taoist Temple’s main hall came into view.

In front of the hall lay a plaza paved with blue bricks, and at its center stood a bronze pill furnace whose lid continuously tilted, as if large elixirs within sought to escape.

However, the furnace seemed to possess a restraining force. Though the lid repeatedly parted, the elixirs within could not break free, leaving only wafting elixir fragrance drifting out.

Qin Zheng stood watching intently, slightly intrigued by the scene of the restless elixirs.

Have the elixirs gained sentience?

Squeak~

The grand hall’s doors slowly opened at this moment.

Qin Zheng turned to look, finding a Daoist seated inside. As his gaze landed upon the figure, the Daoist returned the glance.

Their eyes met briefly.

Rumble!

Qin Zheng felt as if thunder had exploded within his mind.

By the time he came back to his senses, he stood within the hall—but the Daoist’s figure had vanished, replaced by a floating ball of ethereal light.

Qin Zheng did not rashly approach this light but instead relived the memory of the Daoist’s form that had just appeared.

That gaze was indescribable—ancient, mighty... containing immeasurable depth—yet upon further reflection, it felt pure and untainted, devoid of complexity.

The Daoist’s features also grew increasingly blurred in Qin Zheng’s memory, until they disappeared entirely.

The Taiching Saint, Daode Tianzun!

Though Qin Zheng had never met this Saint before, he knew the figure he had just seen must be the master of the Eight Scenic Palace—a supreme figure of the other shore, one of The Three Pure Ones!

The Saint he saw was likely an imprint left within the temple, manifesting upon sensing his Qi Mechanism.

As for the light left behind—it must be the Saint’s boon for him!

With such thoughts, Qin Zheng once again gazed at the ball of light before him, his eyes now glowing with anticipation.

Anything bestowed by a Saint was bound to be extraordinary!

Without hesitation, Qin Zheng stretched out his hand and plunged it into the light.

Whoosh!!

In an instant.

A brilliant burst of light erupted.

Qin Zheng’s vision transformed into a field of radiant white, and as the light receded, a vaguely familiar path revealed itself before him.

This place... it was where he first refined the Supreme Pure Statue and acquired the Taoist Scripture of Purification!

Was the process about to repeat?

Doubt stirred in Qin Zheng’s heart, but within moments, his expression shifted slightly as he lowered his gaze to examine his own body, lifting his hands simultaneously.

His physical body had entered as well?!

Previously, he had only experienced a disembodied vision and spent centuries observing, waiting for the Saint riding backward on the Green Bull to appear.

Now his physical form was present, able to move freely—did this mean greater possibilities?

Perhaps he could initiate conversation with the Saint riding the Green Bull—after all, he was the Taiching Saint himself!