Dao Equaling the Heavens

What generates power through heating water, steam engines, internal combustion engines, for these old monsters at least a thousand years old, it's as easy as turning a hand.

The path of Artifact Refining is ever-changing, with more intricate artifacts than can be counted.

In the end, Gu Wen handed it over to the Supreme Elder of Qianlong Manor, asking him to lead everyone in researching it.

And he promised that as long as they could mass-produce it, fifty thousand top-grade Spirit Stones would still be given.

Numerous Artifact Refining Masters bowed deeply, almost ready to kowtow, loudly praising the Saint Venerable.

A group of burly men left happily, in stark contrast to the demeanor of the Alchemists.

In the hall, only Tian Ji and Ghost Strategy remained.

Gu Wen said: "Speak, where is the person now?"

Tian Ji took a finger bone from his sleeve, yin qi swirling around it. Gu Wen sensed a familiar aura from it, recalling the Daoist Skill learned recently.

"Have you discovered his external incarnation?"

"The Venerable is learned."

Tian Ji complimented, and even the original wild vagabond had to become shrewd standing here.

"Wait a few more days, and we will be able to locate the demon's specific position. However, we Trigram Masters are weak and must rely on the Venerable's might for protection."

The next moment, the finger bone flew out, landing steadily in Gu Wen's palm, where he observed it for a while.

He calculated with his fingers, a slight touch between his fingers causing an inexplicable fluctuation.

In an instant, heaven and earth hummed.

The entire world was resisting Gu Wen, like a thick barrier blocking the way, while Gu Wen used the Trigram Dao, seven feet and three inches long, to bore a hole in the barrier.

Breaking through a point effortlessly.

Moreover, what Gu Wen sought was not all of Tian Ji, just a piece of information about a mortal who had not become immortal.

A vague image appeared in his mind, of an ordinary old farmer, working in the field, looking like a commoner seen everywhere.

Suddenly, he showed fear and began to look around.

Gu Wen lightly gripped his palm, a cold glint flew in from outside, the Immortal Sword entered his grasp.

"Senior, leave him a breath."

With that, he flicked his hand, and the Immortal Sword turned into a beam of sword light flying thousands of miles, cutting through layers of void, ignoring the distance of reality.

Above the Sky Dome, fine white lines stretched, vanishing in an instant.

Three breaths later, the old farmer's head fell ten steps from Tian Ji and Ghost Strategy, rolling on the ground, spilling blood and filth.

The old farmer opened his eyes wide, and just as he was about to make a sound, Gu Wen flicked his finger, sealing all perception.

Gu Wen looked down at the terrified head, as if seeing himself eight hundred years ago, trembling daily under the scrutiny of countless great powers.

Now they were like ants, so weak he couldn't even call it revenge.

"Call Jun Yan, this person should be killed by him."

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Half a month later.

Jun Yan, controlling Qi Ling's body, hurriedly arrived at the Three Pure Mountain, and as soon as he reached the foot of Jade Emperor Peak, he was drawn to the floating mountain of iron ore, with various iron lumps arranged below.

Gu Wen was surrounded by a group of Artifact Refining Masters, inspecting the machines they had forged over half a month.

From steam engines to steam-driven looms, from internal combustion engines to locomotive engines, and then to agricultural tools for plowing.

These all took merely half a month, which might still be insufficient.

He asked: "How can they be mass-produced?"

The Supreme Elder of Qianlong Manor raised his hand to grab a large chunk of iron ore, True Fire igniting spontaneously in the void, smelting the iron, fusing and shaping without welding.

An internal combustion engine landed, emitting slight steam, taking only three seconds.

"How many machines does the Venerable need, the subordinate can produce at least ten thousand a day. If we take Pills and refine without rest, thirty thousand will not be a problem."

Gu Wen looked around at the slightly ingratiating eyes, momentarily feeling dazed.

He was too powerful, momentarily forgetting that these people before him were also "immortals," capable of moving mountains and filling seas, manipulating Heaven and Earth.

Technology?

A mere plaything.