1152: Chapter 342: The Drum Sounds_2 1152: Chapter 342: The Drum Sounds_2 He sized up Su He, especially under the solar eclipse, perhaps it would force out this guy’s potential.
Generally, forcing potential out still wouldn’t ring the Ascending Immortal Drum.
Trying to ring it again after that would be as hard as ascending to the heavens.
Su He smiled and said nothing.
He stepped forward and landed beneath the Ascending Immortal Drum, then leaped up into the air to a position level with the drum.
Looking at the drum before him, his brow slowly furrowed.
Turning his head toward Dongxu Taoist, he asked, “What’s the relationship between the Ascending Immortal Drum and the Three drums?”
Normally, the Ascending Immortal Drum hung high and appeared faint and elusive.
Only those who obtained the status of drummer could truly glimpse its entirety.
The Ascending Immortal Drum and the great drum from ancient times that suppressed the skies of Mystery Yellow Big World, belonging to the Yuan Sovereign Clan, were strikingly similar!
If not for the completely different Tao Rhythm on it, Su He might even suspect that it was that very same drum fallen here.
“Eh?” Dongxu Taoist looked surprised.
“You’ve seen the Three drums?
Impossible, that thing shattered back in ancient times!”
The lifebound drums of each Yuan Sovereign Clan People are called Three drums, but clearly, what Su He referred to was the original one, the National Clan’s Divine God Artifact of the Yuan Sovereign Clan.
He laughed and said, “Quite the keen eye.
The fragments of the Three drums were all consumed by me, so it’s normal for it to have a bit of its appearance.
However, you can rest assured that it has no more connection with the Yuan Sovereign Clan.”
He chuckled, “In fact, many treasures in Guiwang Mountain were plundered from the Yuan Sovereign Clan and reforged.
No need for concern.”
Killing enemies and plundering and Refining Treasure—isn’t it a matter of course?
Su He turned back, looked at the drum, and suddenly felt an illusion of the years passing by while he remained unchanged.
People and things had changed, but he remained the same.
Is this what a day in the life of Tai Zu Phoenix Ancestor is like?
Watching the mountains and rivers change, watching the world renew and then shatter?
He was only a few years old, yet he felt a sentiment worthy of an aged Dragon Turtle.
Su He smiled and took a step forward, raising his fist and launching it toward the Ascending Immortal Drum.
Halfway through the punch, it slowed to a stop.
He could no longer sense the location of the Ascending Immortal Drum!
The Ascending Immortal Drum was clearly right before his eyes, but Su He knew that his punch would surely miss it.
Ringing the Ascending Immortal Drum was not about brute force.
The Savage King probably had an opinion on this.
Su He stopped and tried to communicate with the Ascending Immortal Drum.
Below, Dongxu Taoist started to chuckle.
On a normal day, as soon as this guy got close to the Ascending Immortal Drum, he’d probably know what to do.
But under the solar eclipse today, he couldn’t even sense the drum.
Dongxu quietly approached Ji Feixue and whispered sneakily, “Great niece, the guy you brought is useless, but for your sake, shall I give him a hand?
I can erase this test record and let him try again after the eclipse.”
Ji Feixue didn’t even look at him, just stared at Su He and said indifferently, “No need!”
She believed in her husband.
It was just the Ascending Immortal Drum, after all.
Dongxu Taoist pursed his lips.
People always think so highly of themselves.
Contemptuous of everything else, thinking they are the unique one.
Without a head injury, they can’t see the reality.
He laughed and broadcasted to Guiwang Mountain, “Stop your seclusions.
Ji Feixue’s husband is here to ring the drum.
Didn’t you all want to see what kind of man Ji Feixue favored, wondering if he has the capability of a divine being?
No extra heads, just an extra pair of wings!”
He joked, showing Ji Feixue’s unique status in Guiwang Mountain.
Among the Three Mountains of Guiwang World, only Guiwang Mountain had an uninterrupted lineage.
Xuanting and Zhenyou had never seen a disciple.
Ji Feixue was the first disciple from Xuanting in tens of thousands of years!
To say she was the master of Xuanting wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Especially in the eyes of the real high echelons of Guiwang Mountain, those who knew Ji Tianchen’s identity, Ji Feixue was seen in an entirely different light.
Ji Feixue’s husband would naturally draw attention.
Several gazes from within Guiwang Mountain shifted toward him.
Looking at Su He, who stood still in mid-air, they were first astonished, then they shook their heads.
Ji Feixue had a good eye; the young man was extremely talented, and his appearance was also top-notch.
Ringing the Ascending Immortal Drum should be no problem, but on the day of the solar eclipse…
Unless he had a connection with The Great Tao like a Tao Master, how could he possibly ring the Ascending Immortal Drum?
They watched with amusement at the motionless Su He hovering in the air.
As time trickled by, those short on patience withdrew their gaze.
Guiwang Mountain seemed leisurely, but in reality, there were countless matters to attend to.
Who had the spare time to keep watching this person?
Only if one could truly ring the Ascending Immortal Drum and stand before the Moon-Questioning Gate would they deserve everyone’s attention.
If it weren’t for the title of “Ji Feixue’s husband” that drew interest, most people wouldn’t even spare him a second glance.
A Taoist withdrew his gaze and returned wholeheartedly to the few Qiyang Herbal Medicines in front of him.
Just as he immersed himself, he heard a soft exclamation in his ear.
“Is he giving up?”
A senior brother was surprised.
The Taoist shook his head and smiled.
During the solar eclipse, giving up was indeed the best choice.
It wasn’t for any random person to be an existence like a Tao Master.
If one could ring the drum under the solar eclipse, he’d be willing to eat all of the Qiyang Herbal Medicines in front of him…
As he pondered thus, a sudden drumbeat thundered through the air.
Boom!
A drum sound resonated, like the proud sun scattering the darkness within this pitch-black day, it actually gave rise to a hint of warmth.
In his hand, the herbal medicine snapped abruptly, severed by the Taoist in disbelief, his gaze piercing through the cave dwelling straight towards the Ascending Immortal Drum outside Guiwang Mountain.
Qing slowly opened his eyes, a slight smile on his lips.
So that’s how it is.
The Ascending Immortal Drum lives up to its name!
You don’t strike the Ascending Immortal Drum with your Tao Cultivation, nor with knowledge or Boundary Status, but with that spark of spirit at the bottom of your heart, or rather, with a slight insight into what it means to be “Immortal.”
This insight, pushed to its extreme, could allow a cultivator to become immortal, and resonate the Ascending Immortal Drum with that very insight.
Even if the one striking the drum doesn’t know what an immortal actually is.
Countless people come to countless Ascending Immortal Drums, each person’s method of making it resonate is different.
Of course, one could also use “Immortal” to strike the drum, but Qing’s way, Qing’s insight—maybe it’s not “becoming immortal” for others?
Su He realized that the Ascending Immortal Drum had the ability to question the heart, and perhaps there was more than one way to make it resonate.
However, he knew that if he was a hint of “Fairy Spirit,” that was enough!
There were many ways for Su He to reach the Immortal path; as a Dragon Turtle, he only needed to follow the steps.
Opening Heaven Seven-fold would make him no different from an Immortal.
The Path of Xuan Wu (Black Tortoise) and White Tiger were the same; any hexagram within him, once comprehended, would be an Ascending Immortal path, and even aspiring to the Immortal Sovereign was not impossible.
The path to immortality that others struggled to find could be casually selected by Su He.
Using this Fairy Machine, targeting the Ascending Immortal Drum, Su He punched, and the sound of the drum soared into the sky.
With the drumbeat, he and the Ascending Immortal Drum, along with Guiwang Mountain, seemed to form a mysterious connection, feeling several gazes from within Guiwang Mountain looking over.
More cultivators had returned to Guiwang Mountain than the first time he had entered; the battles in the starry sky had eased, and many outsiders had come back.
Su He looked at the Ascending Immortal Drum and then at his own fist.
By right, he should be able to become a disciple of Guiwang Mountain just by passing Wen Yue Gate.
But…
Becoming a disciple of Guiwang Mountain would take too long.
Sneaking in to create an avatar and steal treasures also seemed somewhat unrealistic.
Su He could sense that within Guiwang Mountain, there were faint signs of consciousness.
Surely, there were actual Greater Powers who had returned, constantly watching over the mountain.
His avatar method might not be able to evade such Greater Powers.
Su He licked his lips and smiled.
If thievery was not an option, he would take the proper path!
But he couldn’t wait three to five years to become an official disciple.
Su He looked at the Ascending Immortal Drum in front of him and swung his fist down again.
“Boom!” A drumbeat dispersed in all directions.
Cultivators who stayed outside Guiwang Mountain to comprehend the universe, hoping for progress before striking the drum, looked on enviously.
Two beats!
And on the very day of an eclipse, even.
If they managed to get even one beat on a normal day, they wouldn’t have to keep waiting here.
No sooner had the second beat sounded than the third one followed.
Boom!
This beat, with its reverberating tone, seemed to strike at the very hearts of the listeners.
With each subsequent beat, an inheritance transmitted into Su He’s mind, yet it didn’t burst forth; instead, it transformed into a crystal suspended in the sea of consciousness.
Waiting for Su He to finish drumming, ready for him to accept it willingly.
From the second beat of the Ascending Immortal Drum, each sound brought an inheritance, pointing directly to the path of Fairy Sects.
Striking it seven times would allow one to become a disciple of Guiwang Mountain without passing through Wen Yue Gate, eight beats meant personal transmission from the Tao Master, and nine beats… would signify you were the disciple of the Taoist Ancestor!
Since the records of Guiwang Mountain began, there were a few who reached seven beats, just the current Tao Master had achieved eight, and nine had never been heard.
Su He’s goal was to strike seven beats, to advance directly to the status of Guiwang Mountain disciple, bypassing all the cumbersome procedures, entering Fenbao Rock within a day, and acquiring the Taoist Ancestor’s Fingerbone.
After three consecutive beats, all eyes turned to watch him, even the ethereal Divine Sense cast its glance in this direction.