Rebirth: Dominator of the Multiverse

Chapter 2

Divine and Sacred Artifacts

In the cold snow weather, the water is piercingly cold.

The Gufeng Waterfall of Liquan Temple was billowing with countless spray, and in a cave beneath the waterfall, Fan Xueli allowed countless water droplets to roar down and impact his body.

"Utilize the power of the cliff waterfall to achieve a breakthrough in internal cultivation and quickly advance to the third realm of physical body, Bone Training!"

His physical strength is indeed too weak. After years of hard training, he has only reached the second stage of physical cultivation, which is the membrane stage, while the butler has already reached the third stage of physical cultivation, which is the bone stage. He is currently no match for the butler.

At that moment, a waterfall crashed down on Fan Xueli, making him feel as if every meridian in his body was breaking. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and could no longer hold on, leaving the cave.

"Did it still fail?" Fan Xueli's gaze turned intent.

"But what's the harm in failure!" His eyes shone with unyielding determination.

"Thousands of years ago, I obtained the mystical artifact, the Samadhi Cauldron, and attempted to control it. However, as a result, my entire skin shattered, and I lost my hearing, sight, and sense of smell. Only a spark of spirituality remained, but I did not give up!"

"The wealth of the Taihao Kingdom is unparalleled in the world, but the accumulated medicinal herbs still cannot subdue such a miraculous and sacred object. I still haven't given up."

"Finally, with a spiritual heart, I spent three years to influence and tame the Samadhi Cauldron, and finally cultivated the top-level divine skill of Samadhi True Fire."

In this world, the most precious thing is the divine and sacred artifact.

Those powerful mystical artifacts, such as the Cloud Mountain Scroll, were used by a great scholar from the Kunlun Mountains of the Great Xia Kingdom, who risked his life to cleave open a massive mountain range and incorporate the surrounding hundred miles into his domain, resulting in the tragic deaths of hundreds of thousands of demons.

Of course, the more powerful the mystical artifact, the harder it is to control, the greater the backlash, and the more years of life it consumes.

The Samadhi Cauldron is precisely a national-level mystical artifact, incomparably profound and mysterious. It is precisely the item that Lady Qingxi has been trying every means to obtain. In her previous life, Fan Xueli spent three years before she could resonate with it, during which she encountered countless dangers.

Although Fan Xueli doesn't possess such mystical artifacts nowadays, he does have cultivation experience and insight from a thousand years ago.

Thousands of years ago, as the crown prince of the Taihao Kingdom, he was aware of the emergence of countless treasures. Although most of them were seized by others, some remained buried deep within, presenting him with the opportunity to obtain them.

Similarly, he is also a master of alchemy, possessing unparalleled techniques in pill refining.

With these, he has mastered the overall situation and the initiative. As long as he seizes some opportunities, he will inevitably be able to cultivate to a level comparable to or even higher than that of his previous life.

Among them, the most crucial is the cultivation of the physical body.

In his previous life, despite possessing divine abilities such as the Samadhi True Fire, he was unable to contend with Lady Qingxi due to his insufficiently refined physical body. If his physical foundation had been sufficiently solid, not only would he have been able to easily resist inner demons, but he could also have continuously unleashed various divine abilities without becoming completely exhausted.

"The world reveres supernatural abilities as the mainstay. Physical cultivation may seem unremarkable and not valued by the world, but it is of paramount importance."

Therefore, in this lifetime, Fan Xueli cherishes the importance of tempering the physical body even more.

With this thought in mind, his gaze turned fervent as he once again plunged into the waterfall to practice.

After an unknown period of time, covered in bruises and feeling as if my muscles and veins were about to shatter, I finally backed out.

"It seems that my cultivation today can only go so far. If I continue, I'll risk injuring myself. It's a pity that I don't have any medicinal pills to help me temper my body." Fan Xueli realized his current limit.

"Tomorrow is the most important Refinement Assembly in our clan. Anyone who finishes in the top ten will receive a generous reward, and the winner will obtain an excellent divine pill for body tempering to enhance themselves. It's indeed an opportunity." Thinking of tomorrow's Refinement Assembly, Fan Xueli's eyebrows furrowed.

"However, precisely because tomorrow's conference holds immense benefits, some people wish to kill me before it, aiming to hinder my progress. The reason the head butler came to snatch the Tianwu Sword is because it aids in the refinement of the conference."

"Damn butler!"

Fan Xueli recalled the scenes of her home being trashed everywhere and her mother's countless times of caring for the Heavenly Understanding Sword, and her gaze turned cold involuntarily.

Suddenly, a unique aura seemed to flicker briefly at the distant Sweet Spring Temple.

"Eh?"

Fan Xueli acutely sensed that this seemed to be a unique aura, resembling the depths of the ocean or a paradise, elusive and hard to fathom.

He was a master alchemist in his previous life, so he could naturally sense the aura fluctuations that others couldn't.

"The Sweet Spring Temple has never experienced such unusual activity, and no one else has ever come here in recent years. What on earth happened?"

Fan Xueli had a hint of gravity in her eyes.

He quickly entered the Sweet Spring Temple.

The surroundings of Sweet Spring Temple are covered in dust and cobwebs, indicating that no one else has visited for many years.

Then he quickly noticed that two mice, clearly a yellow one and a white one, were squeaking and circling around a huge thorny tree.

This thorny tree, with a trunk as thick as four or five people can encircle, towers into the clouds, making one wonder if it has become a spirit.

When the two mice saw Fan Xueli approaching, they screamed in unison and ran to one side.

"Sweet Spring Temple! Witch hazel! Mice! Why are they so familiar?" Fan Xueli's mind was filled with flashes of thoughts, but she couldn't recall anything.

I just reincarnated, and my memories are still somewhat disordered.

But no matter what, the tremor just now should be related to the mouse in front of me.

Without hesitation, Fan Xueli stepped towards the fleeing mouse.

If there are treasures hidden here, even if they are sealed away by dust, this mouse can still find them. As long as we force them into a corner, they will naturally flee to the most secluded places.

As expected, the two mice, not falling short of Fan Xueli's expectations, were filled with terror and frantically began to flee.

Following the direction of the mice, Fan Xueli kept chasing and intercepting them. Before long, he noticed that the two mice had both burrowed into a crevice in the ground.

"It should be here." Fan Xueli took a rusty shovel nearby and dug up the rat hole here.

After digging for a while, he was astonished to discover a cellar beneath.

After digging through the earth and rocks, they discovered nearly half a cellar full of silver coins.

Fan Xueli's heart began to thump. There were thousands of taels of silver neatly arranged on one side, emitting a brilliant light, enough to ensure a lifetime of wealth and prosperity.

Even stored in this cellar, these silver coins are well-preserved, looking as good as new. They bear the mark "Year of the Earth Treasure", indicating excellent purity. Only the imperial palace could possess such coins.

Fan Xueli knew immediately that unless such silver was melted down, it would inevitably be thoroughly investigated if taken out, leading to endless troubles.

The first year of the Dibao era was the name of the Daxia Kingdom a thousand years ago. If he were to use such a large sum of money, he would likely not be far from death.

He calmed himself down, re-buried the earth and stones, and then continued to dig downwards from the side of the cellar. Soon, he dug out another passage.

"I wonder what kind of surprises the future holds for me?"

To his amazement, he quickly unearthed hundreds of taels of red gold buried in the cellar on the other side, also marked with the year of the Earth Treasure.

Seventy percent of gold is greenish-blue, eighty percent of gold is yellow, ninety percent of gold is purple, and only when it reaches one hundred percent is it red.

Ten-percent pure red gold must be extracted through a special alchemy method. Such gold is referred to as pure gold and even signifies the status of nobility.

And one or two taels of gold is equivalent to ten taels of silver, which is even more than the amount in the cellar just now.

If others knew about this wealth, they would definitely take risks.

Fan Xueli's heart was agitated, but after taking a deep breath, she calmed down.

At that moment, he was startled to find that the iron tool had struck a piece of hard metal, emitting a buzzing sound.

He was taken aback, and as he cleared away the surrounding clumps of earth, he discovered a peculiar door with many ancient and aged carvings on it, exuding a profound sense of antiquity and simplicity.

For some reason, he felt a suffocating atmosphere behind the door.

The unusual aura I sensed earlier originated from precisely this place.

Without hesitation, Fan Xueli yanked the door shut.

As the Crown Prince of the Taihao Kingdom, I fear no evil. What is this strange aura just now.

Inside, there is a winding and twisting passageway.

After throwing a few stones in and finding nothing unusual, Fan Xueli entered the passage and walked along the wall, being extremely cautious.

His father once told him that a true hero is one who is both brave and resourceful.

He quickly reached the end of the passage and found a room with a blood-light stone embedded in the wall, illuminating everything in the room.

Still maintaining vigilance, he entered the room.

The room is not large, with a jade table placed in the center. It is crystal clear and indescribably beautiful.

On the jade table, there are brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. The brush is made of pure fox hair, exuding a dignified and elegant atmosphere. The inkstone is crafted from purple cloud bamboo stone, exuding a warm and moist feeling even in winter. The paper is jade-scented paper, soaked in the fragrance of precious jade. Even if it is stored for a hundred years, it will remain intact.

What is most surprising is that the century-old agarwood ink, despite its intense fragrance, carries a subtle hint of alcohol.

It's unknown how many years these treasures have been sealed away, yet they remain undamaged. Moreover, the entire room is as pristine as new, spotlessly clean, which is truly astonishing.

Fan Xueli walked up to the jade table and carefully gazed at the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. For some reason, he felt that the fox fur brush emitted a warm aura, while the jade-scented paper had fourteen blank spaces on it, waiting for someone to write on it.

Corresponding to these empty spaces, the entire jade table seemed to contain powerful forces, but it was sealed by some kind of force.

"To maintain the clean aura of this place, it must be a spiritually charged object. Could it be a mystical sacred artifact? And are these blank spaces the key to unlocking it?"

Fan Xueli was delighted.

Thousands of years ago, he had seen some mystical and sacred artifacts sealed in this manner. If one could break the seal, they would obtain the mystical and sacred artifact.

Every mystical artifact, even the most ordinary bronze-grade one, is worth tens of thousands of gold, invaluable!

Nowadays, in the seven counties surrounding Changshan City, there are no more than ten individuals who possess mystical and sacred artifacts.

If one can obtain a mystical artifact, they can condense divine skills, leap levels and defeat enemies with one strike, becoming unstoppable.

"These fourteen characters should be two lines of poetry, right?" Fan Xueli picked up the pure fox fur brush and furrowed her brows.

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from the jade table, saying, "Mortal, if you write a wrong character, one year of your life will be deducted. Don't make a mistake."

It was a cold and arrogant voice, as if it had been dormant for thousands of years, sounding empty and desolate.

Hearing this, Fan Xueli's heart suddenly exploded.