Although the method taught by the Qiankun Cauldron to Long Chen was extremely simple, the rune it condensed could gather all of Long Chen's power.
This is a classic example of the Great Dao being simple—the deeper the law, the simpler it is. Long Chen's rune fused with the Qiankun Cauldron's, forming a force that cycles endlessly. Long Chen isn't a fool—how could he not understand?
Long Chen always referred to the bronze cauldron as the Qiankun Cauldron, but in fact, he knew it was the Kun Cauldron among the two tripods.
Kun governs gentleness, while Qian governs yang. The rune Long Chen condensed mobilized all the supremely strong and yang power within Long Chen.
This kind of mobilization was indiscriminate. Whether it was Long Chen's bloodline power, the star power of the Nine-Star Overlord Body Technique, or even the origin power of Lei Ling'er and Huo Ling'er, all belonged to the utmost strength and yang.
This rune could contain and concentrate all of Long Chen's power. If used and unleashed, this power could even kill a Saint. At that moment, Long Chen saw a whole new world.
However, the runes in Long Chen's hand were not under his control, as if some mysterious force was communicating with him.
Long Chen believed the Qiankun Cauldron was under his control and didn't take it seriously. However, what he didn't know was that there was another power quietly awakening within him.
"Buzz"
When Long Chen's supreme strength and yang power merged with the Qiankun Cauldron's supreme yin and softness power, a powerful spatial barrier formed.
The spatial barrier enveloped the blood-colored lingzhi. The moment it was wrapped, Long Chen felt his body tremble—he actually resonated with the blood-colored lingzhi.
"No wonder it's called Qiankun Blood Ganoderma. This is practically a supreme treasure. Through it, you can comprehend the power of Qiankun." Long Chen was both surprised and delighted.
On the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma, endless runes swirled, blending the forces of yin and yang, softness and hardness. This itself was a manifestation of the Great Dao. If one could comprehend its mysteries, it would be extraordinary.
This mystery holds unparalleled importance for cultivation, alchemy, and forging artifacts.
"Buzz!"
Under the super control of the Qiankun Cauldron, the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma slowly rose. Then, a scene that shocked Long Chen unfolded: the Qiankun Snow Ganoderma was only about three feet tall, but its two roots stretched thousands of li.
Moreover, on those two long roots, there were countless roots smaller than a human hair. Long Chen couldn't help but feel secretly relieved—thankfully, he had the Qiankun Cauldron. Otherwise, if he had dug it up with a shovel, the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma would probably have been destroyed in his hands.
Only by harnessing the power of Qiankun could it come out intact. Long Chen carefully stored the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma into the chaotic space.
After the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma left its original land, the blood color on its body began to rapidly fade. Long Chen was startled, thinking something was wrong.
"Don't worry, the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma is still in its juvenile stage. If it leaves its original spiritual land, it will die within a few breaths. However, we have plenty of time." Qiankun Cauldron said.
Although a few breaths were already enough, Long Chen still didn't dare to slack off. He hurriedly found a patch of ground in the chaotic space, dug a deep pit, and carefully planted the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma.
After the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma was cultivated with soil, the lost blood color quickly replenished, and the Qiankun energy that was about to dissipate around him reappeared, and this aura was even denser than before. Clearly, this place was more suitable for its growth.
Seeing this, Long Chen finally let out a long sigh of relief, and at the same time, he realized that at some point, his back was already soaked with sweat.
"Is it really necessary to be so nervous?" The Qiankun Cauldron said, its tone tinged with teasing.
Long Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, you may not know, but ever since I entered the cultivation world, I've been plagued by bad luck—extremely unlucky."
If something is won by strength, I'm never afraid, but if it's just luck, I really have the will but power. Long
Chen was filled with emotion. His journey had been full of hardships, but by the time he reached the Immortal Realm, things had improved considerably. He wondered if it was because of his identity as a Saint King.
In the past, if Long Chen wanted to obtain such rare treasures, he would have either snatched them or bought them—he simply couldn't have encountered them.
So, even with the help of the Qiankun Cauldron, he still felt a bit anxious when collecting the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma, afraid that fate would deliberately mess with him and make him fail at a critical moment. There was nothing he could do—he was just plagued by bad luck.
"Actually, bad luck isn't a bad thing; at least it helps build your confidence.
If you always hold onto a luck-taking mentality and pin your life and future on luck, such a person will not go far.
The sky is no longer what it used to be; what it gave you can be taken away at any time, especially luck—reclaiming it feels as easy as breathing.
Only power truly belongs to you; even heaven can't take it away. So, whether or not you'll get lucky in the future, never believe in luck. "The Qiankun Cauldron said.
Long Chen nodded. He had long understood the idea of the Qiankun Cauldron. Although he often complained about bad luck, deep down he vaguely felt that this might not be a bad thing.
Because those who considered themselves the children of destiny and favored by heaven had lost countless lives at his hands. If they hadn't been so blindly confident, maybe they wouldn't have died. Believing in luck is purely a gamble with their own lives.
Anyway, after all these years, he was used to it: if he couldn't get something, he'd buy it; if he couldn't buy it, he'd cheat him; if he couldn't be cheated, he'd rob him. As long as he's strong enough, luck doesn't matter as much.
Just like this time, when he found the Jade Bone Purple Heart Bamboo and the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma, if he hadn't been strong enough to implant the slave mark on that black giant ape, he wouldn't have come here.
Even if you come here, without absolute strength, you can either envy it or be killed by the black giant ape by force. So this time, obtaining the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma, which seems like luck, is actually a manifestation of absolute power.
The Qiankun Blood Ganoderma was taken away, leaving a hole below. Inside, Qiankun energy was still emanating outward. Long Chen couldn't help but look down through the hole.
Long Chen discovered that beneath this hole, there was actually a spiritual spring, with two spring openings inside the spring.
"That is the Qiankun Spirit Spring, extremely rare. Because of it, the Qiankun Blood Ganoderma is born." Qiankun Cauldron said.
Long Chen couldn't help but marvel at the vastness of the world, full of wonders. He wanted to take some spiritual spring water back to study, but was stopped by the Qiankun Cauldron.
"This spiritual spring must not be touched. If you do, the balance will be broken, and the spring will dry up instantly and never appear again.
Once you obtain a treasure, never commit acts of annihilation, or you will be tainted by karma and lose virtue. Though disaster hasn't come, blessings are already far away. "The Qiankun Cauldron said.
Long Chen nodded. He had only been curious and not greedy. After surveying the surroundings and picking a few spiritual herbs, he finally led the black giant ape away from the Immortal Pool.
Long Chen sped in one direction for several hours, when suddenly the black giant ape showed a wary expression. Long Chen knew this was yet another terrifying magical beast's territory, so he dared to hide his presence and quietly sneak forward.