The sound of hammers is sometimes dense like pouring rain, like a sonorous battle song, sometimes sparsely as swallow feathers swept across the water, and the slightly swaying wind chimes, the hearts of the viewers are also fluctuating with the sounds made in the purple clouds, and they are all looking forward to what level the objects condensed by the power of the people will have. They will extract so much emperor purple aura, and what they will get in the end should live up to expectations.

The sound gradually weakened and finally reached almost no sound, but suddenly a "crackling" sound sounded again, gradually reaching high, but there was a long "ding" sound at the end, which made everyone's eardrums tremble.

Everyone tacitly retracted the purple aura released from their bodies, and their faces became slightly pale. Only the monk named Jing Fan still had a serious face, and he kept pinching the magic seal in his hand, as if a skilled craftsman was holding small tools to finish polishing, polishing, and carving exquisite patterns on the jewelry.

His face was covered with fine beads of sweat, his lips were trembling slightly, but he didn't even dare to exhale a heavy breath, so as not to make a mistake when his body shook, and then everything would start over again.

Suddenly, the man's expression relaxed, and he stretched out his sleeves and brushed it. The remaining purple clouds and mists left outside collapsed on their own. The appearance of the exposed ornaments was bright yellow all over. The faint light on the surface was slowly fading away. Chen Hao stretched out his hand and sucked the object into his hand to play with and taste it.

This jade ring is crystal clear and transparent, and it feels warm in your hand. If it weren't for the natural formation, it would be even more peculiar than the precious jades in the world I heard of in my previous life. It is faintly warm, covered with the ornaments, and small and tight scale patterns are revealed on it, like half of the body of a spirit snake, which can be seen in the cave.

"It is initially condensed to the third level. Although it is good, it is still a pity." Jing Fan glanced lightly and said, "Put it on. Only by putting it on your fingers can you finally complete this ceremony!"

This man's voice came out low, but in the end he was as heavy as thunder. In addition, the light and shadow in the palace were heavy. Under the solemn atmosphere, his originally short and fat body suddenly seemed tall and burly, and his words became sacred and unquestionable.

Chen Hao's heart was trembling, and he glanced slightly, and saw countless pairs of eyes staring at him. Even the phantoms of the eight ancestors seemed to have their eyes passed through the long river of time and gathered in this space. He took a deep breath and slowly pulled his finger towards his right thumb. However, he heard a slight trembling around, and a "sizzling" sound was made in the air. A series of electric arcs cruising on the dome, blurring the bright starlight emitted by thousands of stars.

The black slowly faded away like a tide. The golden armor on the stone man quickly turned black and old at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was so broken that only pieces of armor were left, and finally cracked into countless ashes and dispersed with the wind. The hall showed shadows of the previous color, intertwined with the black, and fought for every inch of land step by step.

Suddenly, the entire space swayed gently, like a stone smashing into the clean water and splashing ripples. It rippled back and forth a few times, and finally turned into calm. The illusion of the ancestors penetrated into the picture, and it was still vivid as usual.

"Let me see!" Before I could check it out in detail, the "Old Qiong" rushed up and asked anxiously. He couldn't wait to reach out and wanted to grab it, but was subconsciously avoided it. At this moment, he stood on his side and was extremely embarrassed.

Chen Hao coughed twice, raised his arm flat and opened his tiger's mouth slightly, showing the brilliance flowing on the ring to the greatest extent, which attracted the audience's praise.

"It's indeed a third-level ring. I think I'm just the first-level ring when I get it. I have been warming for decades before I can barely advance to the third level. And the aura contained is not as strong as the object in front of me. It seems that this ring is just a short kick from the fourth-level ring. It's really a pity that I can't break through in one fell swoop."

"The crowd can even make a rank of such a level of things. I am afraid that the cultivators in the Divine Transformation Realm are just like this. Unfortunately, this move is a bit hard work. Otherwise, if everyone above and below the Tibetan Sword Peak held it with such a level of things, after several years of precipitation, the strength of the entire mountain will inevitably increase greatly."

"No, you should be of quality level, is it all? The degree of fit is also a very important part. Your years of warmth have long improved your compatibility with the ring to a state of smooth and fusion, which is of great benefit to absorbing the purple qi of the emperor in the world. If you change it rashly, you will probably have to get half the result with twice the effort."

As you and I say this, "Old Qiong" was surprisingly calm. He waited for everyone to calm down, then walked up and said earnestly: "What I practiced in the Supreme Sect is a body of purple qi. This finger is the foundation of every disciple. At this moment, you should be ahead of others, but you should work hard and not let everyone down."

Chen Hao slowly lowered his arm when he heard this, nodded solemnly to express his agreement. The circulation of these purple qi in his meridians also brought him endless benefits, so he naturally would not give up such a method easily.

At this time, Jing Fan coughed a few more times, attracting everyone's attention. He took out a book from his sleeve and handed it to Chen Hao. It was brand new and faint ink fragrance. Looking at the words on the cover, what else is it that "purple air comes from the east"?

It seems that this is the rubbing that Elder Qu said. Chen Hao hesitated for a moment and still reached out to take the object and put it in his arms. Although he already owned the rare book of this book, he did not intend to make it known to everyone. He shared with everyone the control methods he saw in it, unlike the others in this hall. Although he had just experienced a massive introductory ceremony, his heart did not really integrate into the collective circle on this mountain. He was worried, and it would be better not to invest at this time instead of being able to make a decision when he turned against him later.

With a sigh, the cultivators used various magic weapons to gradually disperse, leaving only Jingfan and Old Qiong standing in the hall with him. Jingfan suddenly stepped forward and patted Chen Hao on the shoulder, with a mysterious smile on his face, which made the latter very confused.

Seeing this, Mr. Qiong shook his head slowly and sighed: "I knew you would do this. I secretly kept this boy Chen to teach a unique method. Just imagine that the peak master was like this back then? You and I have treated this way. It's a pity that I am stupid, like a piece of mud that cannot be supported on the wall. I have practiced for hundreds of years and still have the current state. If I hadn't been to the adventure by chance and ate a spiritual fruit of heaven and earth, I'm afraid my life would have been completely turned into a dry bone in the tomb."

"Old Qiong doesn't have to do this. We all know that if your meridians were not severely damaged and even your soul almost shook out of your body, you might have already broken through the realm of elixir. It would be much more profound than my current cultivation level. You should be proud of the sacrifice you made for this peak, so why should you underestimate yourself?"

"Anyway, I'm old and useless. I hope this old bone can still see the day when the Tibetan Bing Peak rises."

"Yes, I will definitely do it!" Jing Fan clenched his fists, and the blue veins were revealed, and he said firmly. He also turned his expectant eyes to Chen Hao, as if he was looking at a natural treasure that had not been carved.

Chen Hao turned his head slightly to avoid it, fearing that he would take on the heavy burden if he couldn't dodge. The more debt he owed, the heavier the guilt in his heart, and the more he would become. Just like the two people in front of him, he was deeply locked on this mountain by his own feelings, and even if he sacrificed everything he had.

He sighed in his heart. If he could break through the barriers and soar into the sky one day, he would definitely find an opportunity to compensate for what he owed and ruin all the foundation of the entire fairy mountain. This hatred was greater than that, but it was still possible to resolve it. At this time, the familiar faces he had formed could not at least ask the divine turtle far away in the East China Sea to take action to protect their lives and repay some of their heart debts.

There were many lights in the hall. Jing Fan unknowingly explained the many purple qi coming from the east, so that the entire hall was filled with faint purple clouds. Seeing everything was a bit hazy like a real fantasy. Chen Hao listened carefully to every word, occasionally interjecting and repeating it to express his respect for this person in his heart. "Old Qiong" never said a word, but from the occasional smile on his lips, he could see that his heart was full of relief.

The hourglass of time kept permeating, and the lights in the hall were ignited and slowly went out. A faint sunlight penetrated from the window frame. Everyone woke up. It turned out that one day and one night had passed. Although they were all cultivators and did not feel tired, they explained and instilled a lot of tricks and needed time to understand them. So they handed Chen Hao a red jade hummingbird, which made crisp sounds and instructed him to come to the residence arranged for him.

Although Zangbing Peak is crowded and depressed, the houses built before were not pushed down. Instead, they still look brand new because of the protection of the restriction. The red jade hummingbird in her hand not only serves as a guide, but also is also a key to entering and exiting the restriction. Chen Hao picked a relatively spacious and quaint room and pushed open the door.

It was spotless inside. On the octagonal table in the room, there was a lilac brocade box containing a crystal clear bead. Chen Hao's eyes were sharp and saw a few small words written on the brocade box - Pichen.

He felt aroused in his heart, thinking secretly whether this was the legendary Dust-Breaking Pearl? It is worthy of being the first sect in Zhongdi. Even a new disciple's room had such treasures placed.
Chapter completed!