Global Catastrophe: I Begin to Evolve from an Ancient Tree-Chapter 275: Immortal Divine Pill

"Gu... Divine Emperor, how much chance of victory do you think we have in this battle?"

The speaker was a female Quasi-Emperor named Cui Lan, a strong practitioner who self-sealed herself twenty thousand years ago in the Taichu Sacred Land.

Her appearance was youthful and charming, seemingly unrelated to someone who had lived for twenty thousand years.

Gu Qingyang glanced at her and said indifferently, "In this battle, the Cyan Yang Divine Court will surely win!"

Hearing this.

The corners of the other Quasi-Emperors’ mouths twitched slightly.

Surely win!

It sounds simple, but achieving it is easier said than done.

Nevertheless.

They were prepared to die in this battle.

After all, they had made a blood oath, and betrayal was simply impossible.

They just hoped that Taichu Sacred Land could preserve a trace of its bloodline, not be completely eradicated.

Thinking of this.

Chen Mountain was silently resentful again.

If he knew it would come to this, he should have fought to the death back then.

Because judging by the situation at Celestial Thunder Sacred Land, the opposing side didn’t slaughter all the cultivators there, only exterminated the Daoists and higher-level powerhouses.

In this way.

If Taichu Sacred Land could retain a trace of its bloodline, there might be a chance for revival in the future.

But now.

Taichu Sacred Land had submitted to the Cyan Yang Divine Court, considered a complete betrayal to the Immortal Extinction Realm.

If the Cyan Yang Divine Court wins this battle, that’s ideal, but if they lose, then what awaits Taichu Sacred Land is likely true annihilation.

However.

No matter how regretful Chen Mountain felt, it was of no use.

There is no medicine for regret in the world, one can only follow through down a dark alley.

Simultaneously.

Chen Mountain still held a sliver of hope; maybe Gu Qingyang, with his strength, could truly withstand the attacks from all sides.

Although the hope was slim, it was still a glimmer of hope.

"I have something I’m curious about, how do you self-seal to avoid the erosion of time?"

At this moment, Gu Qingyang voiced the question in his heart.

The ability to so casually self-seal for tens of thousands of years was quite a profound technique.

Hearing this.

Chen Mountain didn’t hide anything and directly replied, "In the Ancient Times, a strong cultivator traveled the world for three thousand years and then created a secret technique, known as the Turtle Breathing Technique.

This method allows one to sleep like a divine turtle, enabling the cultivator to live longer by sleeping.

Later on, others crafted a bronze ancient coffin using ancient divine ore, which could resist the erosion of time."

Turtle Breathing Technique!

Bronze Ancient Coffin!

Gu Qingyang’s expression shifted subtly.

At this time.

Chen Mountain continued, "But these two alone are not enough to span a hundred thousand years, at most it can only span three thousand years.

Later, another strong one found a heaven and earth divine medicine and crafted an Immortal Divine Pill.

By consuming this pill, and then using the Turtle Breathing Technique and the Bronze Ancient Coffin, one can self-seal for a hundred thousand years without time erosion."

"However, crafting the Immortal Divine Pill is extremely difficult, and the stronger the cultivator, the higher the tier of divine medicine needed to craft the pill.

Even for Great Emperor-level influence, gathering materials to craft the Immortal Divine Pill is not easy.

Moreover, the Immortal Divine Pill can only be used once by anyone, taking it a second time would have no effect.

So, once awakened, a self-sealed powerhouse has no second chance for self-sealing!"

"Many powerhouses, before self-sealing, would seek those skilled in predicting heavenly mysteries to calculate their chances of enlightenment, to awaken at a specific time."

After speaking.

Chen Mountain looked melancholic.

According to the calculations of heavenly mysteries, he shouldn’t have awakened at this time, but two thousand years later.

Waking up two thousand years earlier now, the likelihood of achieving enlightenment is low.

Even if one wakes up at the right time, it does not guarantee enlightenment, just slightly enhancing the chances.

However.

Events have unfolded.

Regrets are now futile.

The emergence of the Cyan Yang Divine Court and the Demon Race has disrupted the preparations of all powers.

Due to their emergence, many powerhouses who shouldn’t have appeared at this time had no choice but to awaken from slumber.

If the Cyan Yang Divine Court and the Demon Race are annihilated, then this era of great contention will be extremely brutal.

Imagine.

Many ancient powerhouses who shouldn’t have appeared awakening early, the ensuing battle among the strong is foreseeable.

Elsewhere.

Upon hearing Chen Mountain’s words, Gu Qingyang also became somewhat clear in his mind.

"In the endless ages of the Immortal Extinction Realm, there has been no shortage of extraordinarily talented powerhouses. Whether creating the Turtle Breathing Technique, the Bronze Ancient Coffin, or the Immortal Divine Pill, these are monumental tasks.

Combining all three gave later cultivators the opportunity for self-sealing for one hundred thousand years.

This practice provided many who originally had no hope of enlightenment the chance to gain enlightenment after self-sealing."

A hundred thousand years is long enough to change many, many things.

Then.

Gu Qingyang asked, "You should have the method for practicing the Turtle Breathing Technique, and the crafting methods for the Bronze Ancient Coffin and Immortal Divine Pill?"

"Of course, these aren’t secrets to Great Emperor-level influences."

Chen Mountain nodded.

Initially, these methods were secrets.

But because these secret techniques were overwhelmingly powerful, powers that mastered them became targets of the world’s cultivators, forced to reveal these secrets under pressure.

Of course.

This is limited to Great Emperor-level influences.

Other powers wanting these secrets had to pay an enormous price and also swear a blood oath not to pass them on without permission.

Gu Qingyang said, "Then tell me about these things!"

Hearing this.

Chen Mountain handed over three jade talismans to Gu Qingyang.

"These three jade talismans contain what the Divine Emperor needs."

"Hmm."

With a thought, Gu Qingyang extracted all the information contained within the three jade talismans.

An abundance of information surged into his mind, but it didn’t shake his Divine Soul in the slightest.

In just a moment, Gu Qingyang’s mind was already filled with three secret techniques.

Turtle Breathing Technique!

Bronze Ancient Coffin Crafting Method!

Immortal Divine Pill Crafting Method!

Undeniably, the three secret techniques were indeed exquisitely intricate, even if an ordinary person mastered them, truly practicing and crafting them successfully was not something that could be achieved overnight.

Especially the crafting of the Immortal Divine Pill, involving numerous top-tier divine medicines.

Among them.

There were many divine medicines even Gu Qingyang had never heard of.

More importantly, to craft such a divine pill requires a ninth-tier divine medicine as the foundation.

Meanwhile.

Gu Qingyang also discovered a problem.

Whether it’s the Immortal Divine Pill or the Bronze Ancient Coffin, these are only useful for those below the Great Emperor level.

Because the power of Great Emperors is too strong, attempting to seal them in slumber is simply impossible.

This is also why.

No Great Emperor-level influence has a sleeping Great Emperor for another reason.