wn blood essence, also known as a blood gu. Over time, the more blood the natal insect consumes, the more ferocious and violent its temperament becomes, easily turning on its master.However, the origi...The sun god tree.

Qin Sang named the new magic treasure.

Its shape is inspired by a divine artifact from past lives—the Bronze Divine Tree. He had the fortune of observing the reconstructed tree in its entirety, and the awe it instilled in him remains vivid to this day.

When considering the form of the Buddhist relic, Qin Sang decided to emulate the appearance of a bronze divine tree, which could be considered a kind of sentimentality.

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On a base forged from the carapace of the nine-tailed mystic turtle, three tree roots support the body of the divine tree.

The trunk is straight, and the branches are divided into three layers. Each layer branches out into three twigs, extending in three different directions. The entire sacred tree has a total of nine branches.

All the branches hung in a gentle, drooping posture, adorned with flickering runes that resembled ancient ornaments.

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However, these are not the main points.

Most striking is the short branch extending upward from each stem, slightly curved upward, bearing a small disc on top, with flower buds supported above it.

In Qin Sang's imagination, after subduing the Zhuque True Feather, the Nanming Lihuo would be guided into the body of the Bai Tong tree. Ultimately, these flames would condense on the flower buds, transforming into nine proud and spirited divine birds!

In this way, he could use his magic treasures to activate the Southern Ming's blazing fire, instead of simply treating it as a container for storing the Vermillion Bird's true feather.

Now, the first step is complete.

Zhu Que's true feather was sucked into the base refined from Xuan Gui's shell.

Having lost its source, the Southern Ming Inferno was no match for the golden ancient prohibition. Its flames weakened rapidly and were suppressed by the dense golden light. Most of the Southern Ming Inferno followed their main body into the Sun God Tree.

The entire stone room was revealed.

In the center of the stone chamber was a circular stone platform. The middle of the platform was hollow, with densely packed golden threads of ancient prohibitions appearing on its surface. Inside, it was blazing red.

The remaining flames contracted, becoming a single hearth fire. The flames flickered gently, appearing very calm.

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They are already fire without a root, and in the future they will gradually dissipate.

As expected, this place used to be a pharmacy.

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Only the red chamber is seen, but not the red cauldron.

There is no record of any fire path that can summon the fire dao. Therefore, we can see that the spiritual fire used by ancient cultivators to refine pills was the Southern Ming Fire.

Qin Sang had no time to observe the surrounding environment. She sat cross-legged on the ground with her eyes closed.

The sun tree rotated slowly before him.

At the base of the Tree of the Sun God.

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After Zhuque Zhenyu was pulled into the Xuan Shui space, the power of Xuan Shui contained within the Xuan Gui Jia surged over immediately.

The Xuan Gui Jia comes from the transforming stage Nine-Life Xuan Gui and is not of the same level as Zhu Que, but the power of Xuan Shui also has a certain restraining effect on flames, and can blend with the aura of green copper.

Of course, most of the credit goes to the green copper pieces.

Qin Sang was fully focused, exerting all his power to activate the magical artifact. The green copper piece appeared in the space of Xuan Water, its green light becoming increasingly intense. The Zhu Que True Feather continued to tremble, trying to escape from the celestial enemy.

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But at this moment, there was no room for it to escape. The green bronze piece slowly fell onto the main body of Zhuque Zhenyu, suppressing it. The two treasures stuck together tightly.

Suppressing the true body of Zhenyu is equivalent to completing half of it.

Qin Sang dared not relax, immediately focusing his attention on the divine tree.

Under his guidance, the power of the Southern Ming's inferno flowed into the body of the sacred tree. The white bronze sacred tree was instantly 'stained red,' its state extremely unstable. It blazed crimson throughout, with a glaze-like sheen on its surface that seemed to be flowing. One couldn't help but worry if it would melt away right then and there.

This was another big hurdle. Until this moment, Qin Sang hadn't been sure if he could overcome it.

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The origin of the mysterious white bronze is peculiar. There are no relevant records in existing texts, and no one knows if its material can withstand the powerful Nanming Lihuo fire.

Qin Sang could only do his best, using all his life's learning, melting into other kinds of precious spirits, to shape the trunk.

> That's all we can do, just leave it to fate.

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Qin Sang's heart was pounding, he didn't let go of every change in the divine tree.

The flames flowed slowly across the tree trunk, making it transparent so that one could see the fiery currents within. On the surface, it seemed calm, but Qin Sang knew all too well how ferocious its essence truly was.

The impact and destruction that the Southern Ming fire inflicted upon the Divine Tree was exactly what Qin Sang had anticipated.

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The surface of the tree trunk glowed with runes, flashing and dimming in patches. Qin Sang was unusually busy, desperately trying to repair the runes, but to no avail.

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The situation seemed extremely dangerous, the Divine Tree trembling violently.

Qin Sang's joy became increasingly apparent on her face.

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As expected, the mystical white bronze tree trunk didn't collapse under pressure. It endured. In fact, during this process, the divine tree's core became even more condensed.

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At the same time, flames gathered at the center of the nine flower buds on the World Tree.

These flames flickered and danced, gradually coalescing with time into a ball of red fire. The shaking of the sacred tree also gradually ceased.

Qin Sang opened his eyes, his pupils shimmering with a strange light.

The crimson divine tree, its surface as if perpetually burning with an illusory flame, swayed gently, casting down streamers of scarlet light like flowing ribbons, a breathtaking sight.

The fireball at the center of the bud was even more dazzling, like nine little suns hanging there.

Looking at it this way, it's rather similar to the legendary tree of heaven, Fusang.

From top to bottom, Qin Sang carefully admired it. This was a magic treasure personally conceived and refined by him. It was extremely difficult to make in today's world.

Although there were many twists and turns, it was finally successful.

He activated his divine sense, carefully probing into the Sun God Tree, attempting to incite the fire orbs on its blossoms. The tree shuddered violently, and the Nanming Lihuo erupted with signs of a raging inferno.

Once the fireball collapses, the balance is broken, and all previous efforts will be in vain.

Qin Sang's heart tightened, and she hurriedly retracted her hand.

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His gaze fell upon the nine flower buds. After condensing into a fireball, it failed to continue, somewhat different from what he had expected. After several attempts, there was no progress. Qin Sang understood that it was because his cultivation base was too low.

It seems I need to refine the Fireball into a firebird form and stabilize it before I can possibly wield the Southern Ming Lihuo.

Qin Sang stood up, exhaustion washing over him.

>Entering the dark passage, every step felt like walking a tightrope.

Having comprehended the ancient prohibitions of Jinsi and suppressed Zhuque's true feathers, one's mind and spirit are greatly depleted.

He gazed at the sun tree with reluctant fondness for a long while, his face lit up with evident joy. All that effort had finally paid off and lived up to his expectations.

Put away the divine tree.

Qin Sang's gaze shifted, taking in the apothecary room.

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Apart from the golden thread and ancient prohibitions, nothing else useful could be found. Even if ancient cultivators had left behind anything, it would have already been destroyed by Zhuque's True Feather.

A wisp of the Southern Ming's fire still lingered in the hearth.

Qin Sang was unable to subdue it, so he could only leave it here to dissipate.

At this moment, Qin Sang felt a chill.

With no flames of the Southern Ming to block the way, a chilling sword energy swept in.

This place couldn't be stayed in for long. Qin Sang turned and walked out of the alchemy room, leaving without forgetting to take a look at the other alchemy rooms. The damage was even worse than this one, with no gains.

There were no other treasures on Jianhen Mountain worth Qin Sang lingering over. After recuperating in the stone hall, he decided to leave immediately.

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Reusing old tricks, luring the red fox to its death, and traversing the most dangerous forest.

Qin Sang returned the same way, sweeping out of the mountains.xt you'd like me to translate!The master of the temple was taken aback for a moment, bowed and retreated, returning to the front courtyard. He apologized and said only that the ancestor was in retreat...