110 The True Scripture of the Hinayana Mysterious Origin Dao Fruit

Six months later. The southern part of the East Sea.

A dragon boat, crystalline as jade, sped across the vast, azure surface of the sea. Though not large, the vessel darted through the waves like lightning, its speed comparable to the full-force flight of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Inside, Pang Yue and Luo Qingyuan were leisurely playing a game of Go.

The match concluded, and Luo Qingyuan won easily. The beautiful woman asked with a smile, "How exactly did you pass the Nine Nether Demon Sect's examination back then?"

Over the past few days, the two had played dozens of games, and Luo Qingyuan had won every single one. At first, she assumed Pang Yue was letting her win, but she gradually realized the truth: Pang Yue was the worst Go player she had ever encountered. Moreover, he was the type of player who was both unskilled and hopelessly addicted, pestering her for game after game.

"I only now realize how fascinating it is to converse through stones," Pang Yue remarked with a sigh.

Amused and exasperated, Luo Qingyuan took out the treasure map. A close inspection revealed two points of light on it; one was moving, while the other remained stationary. "It seems to be just ahead!"

After months of trekking across the sea in search of this treasure, they had finally reached their destination. Luo Qingyuan performed a series of hand seals, and the dragon boat submerged into the sea, gliding through the depths like a fish without losing any of its momentum. Guided by the map, they arrived within half a day at a coral reef on the seabed.

A dark streak of sword light flashed from the boat, circling gently to cleave the coral reef apart. A flicker of spiritual light spilled out, illuminating the dark ocean floor. A stone casket, shimmering with a faint radiance, lay nestled within the reef. The sword light coiled around the casket and brought it to the surface, followed closely by the dragon boat.

Upon the surface of the sea, the sword light flickered, shattering the stone casket. A palm-sized courtyard made of blue stone flew out, circled the air once, and then hung suspended, perfectly still.

"A Wishful Abode?" Pang Yue’s expression shifted. He cast a spell, instantly refining the miniature courtyard. With a flick of his finger, the courtyard expanded wildly in the wind, growing a hundredfold in an instant until it became a full-sized residence, sitting firmly in the void.

The courtyard featured stone walls, stone rooms, and a circular moon gate, all possessing a simple, natural charm. Inside, green bamboo flourished, and a stone path led toward the main house. Before the building stood an elegant set of stone tables and chairs, accompanied by a stone basin, likely used for keeping fish.

Pang Yue and Luo Qingyuan entered the house and found a skeleton sitting cross-legged on the floor, with four items placed before it. It was indeed the place where a Golden Core cultivator had passed away. After claiming the treasures, the two bowed respectfully to the remains before departing the courtyard. Since the stone courtyard was itself a treasure, but also the final resting place of the deceased, Pang Yue shrunk it back to the size of a grain of rice and cast it into the sea, leaving it to drift and vanish within the boundless ocean.

Turning their attention to the four treasures, they found each one truly extraordinary. The deceased cultivator had left behind three magical artifacts and a jade slip.

The first artifact was a purple-crystal and white-jade canopy bed, three zhang square, layered with delicate silk curtains and embroidered with lifelike gold-threaded dragons and phoenixes. This was a second-tier artifact. Pang Yue recognized it immediately: "This Purple-Crystal White-Jade Bed is a specialty of the Joyous Union Sect. Dual cultivation on this bed can amplify one’s power by three to ten times, depending on the cultivator’s constitution." He had slain many Joyous Union Sect members in the past and discovered manuals in their storage bags, including descriptions of this very bed. Its secondary function was to enslave the soul of any captive placed upon it, ensuring their complete physical and mental submission to the owner. As more cultivators were controlled, the artifact’s power grew, potentially even reaching the third tier.

The second artifact was quite intriguing: a vintage peachwood jar. It contained one hundred thousand tiny, exquisite golden cicadas, skilled in flight and concealment, capable of sharing their vision with the cultivator—a peerless treasure for reconnaissance. It was also second-tier, but like the bed, it possessed no offensive power.

The third artifact was a Flowing Light Jade Crystal Armor. Composed of thousands of jade scales, it was designed specifically for a woman, its curves perfectly tailored to fit the female form. This armor was even more remarkable—a third-tier artifact! Beyond its extreme defensive capabilities, its greatest function was to elevate the cultivator’s realm. A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator wearing this armor could wield power comparable to a Golden Core beginner, while a Golden Core beginner could reach the strength of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.

After refining the armor and donning it, Luo Qingyuan’s aura shifted, becoming deep as an abyss and vast as the sea. Her every gesture carried the weight of collapsing mountains and splitting earth, a side effect of her inability to yet control the sudden surge in power.

The Flowing Light Jade Crystal Armor clung to her perfectly, accentuating her long, slender legs, delicate waist, and graceful silhouette. The armor shimmered with a brilliant, multicolored radiance, exuding a sacred and noble air that felt entirely foreign to the East Sea cultivation world.

Having collected the three artifacts, the pair turned their attention to the final jade slip. It recorded a secret technique and supernatural power, also quite distinct from the styles of the East Sea. Recalling that the deceased cultivator originated from the South Sea, they did not dwell on it too deeply.

The technique was called the *Lesser Profound Origin Dao Fruit Scripture*. It involved a cultivator using their spiritual power to carve out a void within their Dantian. Within this void, they would condense the "true seal" of a supernatural power as a seed. They would then "water" this seal with spiritual power day and night until it sprouted, branched, and grew into a towering tree. The purpose of this technique was to use this tree to draw "nutrients" from the Heavenly Dao, eventually bearing new "supernatural fruits." The logic held that the techniques and powers of billions of cultivators throughout history were "mirrored" and preserved by the Heavenly Dao. The more powerful the technique, the longer its imprint remained. The *Lesser Profound Origin Dao Fruit Scripture* was a method of using supreme wisdom to pilfer the fruits of powers left behind by countless cultivators throughout the river of time.

There was one caveat: the technique was highly randomized. There was no pattern to how many fruits the tree would bear, nor when or what kind of fruits would appear. It was as unpredictable as the will of Heaven itself.

Pang Yue sighed, "Our harvest from this sea voyage far exceeds my expectations. I can hardly imagine such a miraculous power exists in this world!"

"The deceased cultivator claimed to be from the South Sea’s Profound Origin Sect," Luo Qingyuan mused. "Could this scripture be related to them?"

"Since there is a 'Lesser' scripture, there must be a 'Greater' one," she added. "One wonders what mysteries that might hold."

For the first time, both felt the true scale of the world. No matter how vast the East Sea seemed, they had been nothing more than frogs in a well. Luo Qingyuan took Pang Yue’s hand and said softly, "Once we reach the Golden Core stage, let us travel to the South Sea."

Pang Yue’s heart swelled with ambition. "Not just the South Sea," he laughed. "We shall see the North Sea, the West Sea, and even the vast lands beyond the four seas."

Years ago, the lingering consciousness of a Yuanyang Sect Golden Core cultivator had mentioned that this world was called Chixiao, created by a mighty being of the Chixiao Sect from the ethereal Heavens of the Primordial Era. The world was divided into five regions: East, South, West, North, and Central. The East Sea was merely a part of the Heavenly Sea within the three continents and one ocean of the East Region!