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Chapter 107: Nascent Soul
Chapter 107: Nascent Soul
Fang Xing held the 'Universal Order' in his hand.
The token, a gift from Chen Yi, was enveloped in a dense glow, as if it wanted to slip out of his grasp.
And the source of this attraction was none other than this bronze cauldron!
"Hmm?"
Fang Xing circled the cauldron, only to discover something amiss.
On the back of the cauldron, there was a thumb-sized indentation, its shape resembling the Universal Order in his hand.
Click!
He pressed the token into the groove, and it fused seamlessly with the cauldron, fitting together perfectly.
Even the edges glowed, and the gaps disappeared.
The token had merged with the bronze cauldron!
Boom!
In the next moment, the inscriptions on the cauldron lit up one by one, dense and innumerable, like a golden scripture, rushing into Fang Xing's mind.
"Ugh..."
Fang Xing grunted, as the spiritual power in his Niwan Palace surged forth defensively, but he didn't feel any impact.
Instead, a new mantra appeared in his mind, instructing him on how to refine this 'Myriad Transformation Cauldron'.
Amazing!
According to the mantra, this cauldron was called the 'Myriad Transformation', and it was a rare treasure sought after by cultivators.
But Fang Xing blinked, suddenly feeling speechless. "Wait... I don't have any magical power. How am I supposed to refine it?"
"However, if word of this 'Myriad Transformation Cauldron' got out to the cultivators, they would probably go crazy with envy."
His expression became incredibly complex.
In the cultivation world, there were different tiers of artifacts: first-tier magical artifacts, second-tier spiritual artifacts, third-tier magical treasures, and fourth-tier spiritual treasures...
Magical treasures were already beyond the capabilities of Golden Core cultivators, and spiritual treasures could only be mastered by Nascent Soul cultivators.
But the 'Myriad Transformation Cauldron' surpassed even spiritual treasures!
'No! This isn't a spiritual treasure, nor is it fifth-tier or above. It's a rare treasure!'
Rare treasures were unique items that defied categorization and could be used by infusing them with magical power.
However, in terms of rarity, the 'Myriad Transformation Cauldron' was undoubtedly on par with, or even superior to, any fifth-tier treasure.
...
As Fang Xing stood there, lost in thought, a sudden change occurred!
Click!
In the white jade coffin next to him, the third-tier talisman suddenly ignited without any wind, turning to ashes.
The 'Corpse Demon' lying within slowly opened his eyes.
"Damn!"
Fang Xing's footsteps were like fleeting shadows as he instantly appeared before the ice coffin, his palm pressing down.
Roar!
With a dragon's roar, a golden dragon head appeared and struck down viciously.
The figure opened his eyes, his lively eyes filled with anger, but he had no strength to resist as Fang Xing pressed his palm against his dantian.
"Hmm? This magical power fluctuation seems like that of a Qi Cultivator."
Fang Xing was first startled, then his brow twitched as the muscles on his face began to contort. He felt his body turning into a sculpture, unable to move even a fraction...
"This is... a spiritual attack!"
The spiritual power in his Niwan Palace surged, and the four great realms manifested, beginning to dissolve the spiritual assault.
"What a powerful spirit. It far surpasses that of a Qi Cultivator... No, not even a Foundation Establishment cultivator could make me feel this way..."
Fang Xing's heart stirred.
Blue Star warriors excelled in spiritual willpower. In other words, if they could withstand the corruption of the Evil God's followers, how could they be affected by the mere spiritual power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator?
But this time, he felt a piercing pain in his brow, and his body became immobilized...
Just this spiritual attack alone was far beyond the capabilities of a Foundation Establishment cultivator...
"A Golden Core level spiritual attack?!'
Fang Xing's eyes widened in shock.
"Insolent..."
The youth's eyes opened fully, and he said, "To withstand my spiritual attack, you have good reason to be proud..."
His voice was aged and carried the language of the cultivation world, with a hint of antiquity.
Fang Xing, who had nearly perfect scores in his extraterrestrial language and culture courses, instantly analyzed a lot from this.
In the next moment, he silently recited the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra in his mind, visualizing a round, crimson sun rising from his sea of consciousness.
This instantly restored his ability to move, and without hesitation, he expelled the power in his palm, causing the figure in the coffin to shatter his organs and rupture his meridians... killing him beyond death!
"You..."
Blood flowed from the youth's mouth and nose, and his breath ceased instantly.
He never expected to encounter such a ruthless person!
No, he never thought that upon waking, he would meet such a unique individual!
Not only did this person withstand his spiritual attack, but he also broke free instantly. Without hesitation or question, he destroyed the body that he, the youth, had planned to seize for years!
With his attack successful, Fang Xing immediately retreated, a laser gun appearing in his hand. Rays of light surrounded him, and dragon shadows protected his body.
In the coffin, a turquoise radiance appeared above the youth's corpse.
Within the turquoise radiance was a strange turquoise infant!
It was only the size of an adult's fist, its body thin and bony, and a single horn grew from its brow.
Although it resembled an infant, its face was that of an adult, and its gaze toward Fang Xing was filled with venomous hatred. "Insolent! How dare you destroy my vessel for seizing a body? I will make you pay with your life!"
Before he finished speaking, a laser beam pierced through the turquoise infant.
"No, it's an afterimage..."
Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat as he realized that the laser gun had not hit its target.
And in front of him, the void rippled, revealing the turquoise infant.
"Teleportation?"
As this thought crossed his mind, the turquoise infant's face contorted with rage as it voluntarily burrowed into Fang Xing's glabella!
Into his sea of consciousness!
A turquoise infant with a single horn appeared, its eyes wide with shock and its face filled with terror. "Impossible... How can you, a mortal without a spiritual root, possibly possess this ability?"
This revelation was even more startling to him than the destruction of his intended vessel.
What followed was a sense of impending doom!
He had been sustaining himself with secret techniques, waiting for a suitable body to seize.
But now, with his intended vessel destroyed, his nascent soul was unstable, a temporary achievement through secret methods.
Without immediate nourishment from a host body, it would swiftly perish.
Scanning his surroundings with his spiritual sense, he realized that Fang Xing was the only human around. Initially assuming that Fang Xing was a cultivator, he was prepared to accept him regardless of his spiritual root and talent.
However, he never expected that this person was merely an ordinary mortal warrior!
Without a spiritual root, there was no way to perform a body seizure, was the Heavens intent on destroying him?!
"Something's not right. How can a mere mortal warrior withstand my 'God-Slaying Spike'?"
With a resolute dao heart, tempered through countless trials, he immediately considered other possibilities. "There's something unusual about this person. I must try to seize it and make up for my shortcomings!"
But before the turquoise infant could act, a crimson sun rose within Fang Xing's sea of consciousness!
"You insignificant mortal!"
The turquoise infant exuded an air of arrogance. Even though his nascent soul body was temporarily achieved through secret methods, it was still an extraordinary achievement in the immortal path.
In the battle for body seizure, he feared nothing!
Unless he encountered another nascent soul of the same stage or a higher-level baby-forming cultivator, he couldn't imagine anything that could crush his nascent soul within someone else's sea of consciousness!
But the next moment, he regretted his actions.
Light!
Endless radiance emanated from the crimson sun.
The boundless power of the sun imprisoned, enveloped, and then... burned!
Fiercely!
Terrifying crimson flames engulfed the nascent soul, setting it ablaze.
The pain of his soul burning made the infant scream, "Ah... What kind of flame is this? Great Sun True Flame? Solar True Fire? Primal Poisonous Flame? Why do you have such a spiritual fire in your sea of consciousness?"
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to wait for Fang Xing's answer.
The crimson sun ignited the nascent soul, becoming even more dazzling, its radiance infinite, completely engulfing the nascent soul...
...
Outside.
Fang Xing sat with his legs crossed, cursing, "You damn thing, why did you rush into my sea of consciousness? Are you asking for death?"
He was well aware of the nature of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra's furnace.
In fact, he didn't even want the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra to improve.
But this time, it was the enemy who came knocking, forcing him to burn and incinerate everything!
"If you hadn't entered my sea of consciousness, I wouldn't have used this technique... Because the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra has improved too much, and the risks are too great..."
Fang Xing sighed as he watched the proficiency of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra rapidly increase in his attributes panel!
10!
20!
...
90!
100!
In the blink of an eye, the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra advanced from 'Beginner' to 'Skilled'!
The skilled level of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra also unlocked a new ability, allowing him to absorb fragmented information while burning external evil influences.
In Fang Xing's mind, fragmented scenes appeared, like watching a movie, giving him a fleeting glimpse into the cultivator's life:
"I am Wan Fa... No, I am Wang Dagen... I was born in the wild wasteland, in Dahe Town, Erqing Village..."
"Even as a child, I was extraordinary, with remarkable comprehension. Whether it was farming, hunting, fishing, or medicine... I picked things up quickly and soon became proficient... When I grew up, I obtained a martial arts secret manual called the 'Black Tiger Technique', and relying solely on this innate martial arts talent, I even glimpsed realms beyond the innate realm..."
"After mastering the martial path, I saw an even broader world... a world of cultivators who could soar through the skies and burrow through the earth, with lifespans far beyond that of mortals!"
"Cultivators require spiritual roots... With a little trick, I obtained a spirit-testing talisman, only to discover that I possessed a low-grade miscellaneous spiritual root..."
"I found an immortal sect called the Wan Fa Zong, and despite my inferior talent, my excellent comprehension and exceptional heartwork allowed me to pass the test and become a menial disciple of the sect..."
"After ten more years of hard work, I finally broke through to the intermediate stage of Qi Refining, and only then did I understand the implications of having a low-grade spiritual root... But I didn't give up and shifted my focus to spellcasting. In less than three years, I mastered the Five Elements spells, and in another three years, I comprehended the Wind, Thunder, and Ice spells of the exotic spiritual roots. After that, I created my own spells, becoming adept at everything I attempted. Eventually, I astonished everyone by placing first in the grand competition, smoothly entering the inner sect, and even earning the nickname—'Omnipresent'!"
"I wanted to form my Core, but the sect withheld my Core Formation Pill due to my low-grade Spiritual Root. In a fit of anger, I defected from the sect and, by chance, obtained a priceless treasure, the 'Myriad Transformation Cauldron'. With its help, I successfully formed my Core and condensed my Pill, returning to the sect to exact my revenge, annihilating my enemies, and enjoying the satisfaction of fulfilling my grudges for hundreds of years. From then on, I was known as the 'Ten Thousand Methods Saint'!"
"As my lifespan approached its limit, I was constrained by my talent, unable to cultivate my nascent soul... I felt deep hatred! If I had a high-grade spiritual root, or even a medium-grade one, why would I have wasted so much time during the core-forming and pill-condensing stages? Why would I be struggling to cultivate my nascent soul?"
"If I had enough time, I would definitely succeed in cultivating my nascent soul!"
"And so... I secluded myself in a secret realm, desperately searching for a way to improve my spiritual root..."
(End of Chapter)
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