Chapter 239: The First Glimmer of a Nascent Divine Body
Chapter 239: The First Glimmer of a Nascent Divine Body
"What's wrong with you?"
Unlike the other three, Wu Dao'an's eyebrows furrowed with concern as he quickly stepped forward.
He could instantly tell that something was amiss with Shen Yi.
It was as if all the energy had been drained from his body, and his spirit was at its lowest ebb.
"I'm just tired from practicing the Golden Body Technique with the seniors in the attic," Shen Yi shook his head and took out the Golden Wolf Jade Token to hand it over.
Reminded by Wu Dao'an, the temple celebrants finally realized something was amiss. Hearing the young man's casual reply, their expressions turned strange.
"You've already started learning the Golden Body Technique?"
"I'm still figuring it out."
Shen Yi pondered for a moment. Only when he truly reached this level did he understand its profound nature.
Despite using an immense amount of demon essence, he had only mastered the basics and learned how to purge the impurities from the incense wishes.
To forge a golden body and dharma form, this process had to be repeated endlessly.
Even with sufficient demon essence to support it.
Shen Yi's spirit couldn't keep up. After each attempt, he needed several days to slowly dispel the negative emotions it induced.
The process of deduction consumed a long time, affecting Shen Yi as well, making him much more patient than before.
He would be content if he could break through to the Nascent Divine Realm within a month.
"Figuring it out..."
The plump temple celebrant quietly averted his gaze, swallowed hard, and felt his mouth turn dry.
Looking at his two fellow disciples, he found their expressions even more exaggerated than his own.
The prerequisite for seeking the path was to enter the doorway.
Most martial immortals were still outside the threshold, pondering how to strengthen their ethereal souls, let alone thinking about digesting incense wishes.
This time, Senior Brother Wu's ancestors must be so proud that their tombs are emitting smoke.
The young man they had accidentally found not only had an extraordinary physique but also a comprehension ability far beyond their imagination!
How could this barren land of the Great Qian Dynasty nurture such a monstrous genius?!
"Hu..."
Wu Dao'an didn't take the Golden Wolf Jade Token. He stood there in a daze for a long time, his mouth slightly agape as he exhaled a long breath.
He had probably guessed how fast Shen Yi would break through to the Upper Realm, and it might even be faster than he expected. However, he never imagined that with enough wishful support, it would only take less than two months.
"Use mine for now, and I'll find someone to give up their spot for you later."
He took out a thin golden booklet from his sleeve.
The incense wishes within the Martial Temple were the foundation of the Great Qian Dynasty.
Each portion was allocated for a specific purpose.
Those with higher positions had the priority to mobilize these incense wishes.
Excluding the senile old ancestor of the Martial Temple, the next in line was the sole guardian of the Martial Armory, who was on par with the four rotating temple celebrants. These five individuals evenly divided the wishes accumulated in the Martial Temple.
The former guarded the Martial Armory, while the latter guarded the Imperial City.
Only with their permission could other martial immortals mobilize and absorb the wishes.
"Senior Brother Wu," the plump temple celebrant said without beating around the bush, calling out softly.
This golden booklet carried too much significance.
To put it bluntly, if Shen Yi had any personal agenda and an external enemy invaded the Imperial City, he could even restrict one-fifth of the wishes, preventing others from using them.
Of course, the plump temple celebrant also understood Senior Brother Wu's intentions.
When it came to incense wishes, if someone took more than their share, others would get less.
If Shen Yi wasn't given enough authority, he might not be able to compete with others.
But wasn't the risk a bit too high?
"Shen Yi, I sent someone to Qingzhou to retrieve your resume after you joined the Demon Suppression Division," Wu Dao'an said as he caressed the golden booklet, a smile of admiration on his face. "Aside from slaying demons, there's hardly anything else to pick out. I want to trust you once."
After saying this, he handed over the golden booklet and asked, "Can I trust you?"
The other three temple celebrants remained silent.
Senior Brother Wu had unhesitatingly chosen the Lion Camel Dharma Form, digesting wishes with the concept of "guard."
He ignored the tragic situation in Qingzhou and Songzhou, considering them temporary setbacks that could be abandoned because he had sworn to protect the entire Great Qian Dynasty.
It is precisely because of this that Senior Brother Wu is able to mobilize the fallen Lion Camel Dharma Form.
Now that he has discovered a chance to save the Great Qian Dynasty, he will naturally devote everything he has to it; there is no dissuading him.
"I'll give it a try."
Shen Yi took the golden booklet without making any promises.
Then, he bowed to the others and bid them farewell before turning to leave the main hall of the Martial Temple.
The hall fell into a momentary silence.
After a long while, one of the temple celebrants spoke up, "Senior Brother Wu, your actions may easily earn you a reputation for being arbitrary and unilateral. When this rotation ends, I'm afraid no one will vote for you to be a temple celebrant again."
Hearing this, Wu Dao'an patted his sleeve, "A severe illness requires strong medicine. Although Shen Yi has talent that surpasses Celebrant Zhu, he doesn't have Celebrant Zhu's bottlenecks. If even he can't do it, I really can't think of anyone else who can save the Great Qian Dynasty."
"What if he succeeds?"
Wu Dao'an said, and then suddenly smiled, "In that case, let the old ancestor sit on the right, Shen Yi in the middle, and I'll definitely be able to sit on the left of the altar."
"As for the idle gossip..."
He turned around, "Old Wu's face is still thick enough."
...
Martial Temple's Court One.
Shen Yi returned to his room and gently rubbed his forehead.
It had been a struggle to recover from the state of being tormented by trivial and troublesome thoughts.
Yet, he had no intention of resting.
If all else failed, he could go to the Martial Armory and ask Skull Senior Brother to help him sing a soothing song.
By now, Shen Yi had gained some understanding of the situation in the Great Qian Dynasty.
It was like a tottering, barely maintained tall building.
Many of his enemies, such as the Blood Transformation Demon Emperor and the Green Hills, were blocked outside by this tall building.
It was imperative to have the strength to protect himself before this building collapsed.
If possible, he would also try to prop up this building.
To be honest, no matter what ulterior motives the Martial Temple might have, at least for now, Shen Yi felt that they had treated him very well.
They directly provided him with cultivation resources and never caused him any trouble.
Their only request was for him to stay quietly in the Martial Temple.
"It's a pity."
Even this single request was something Shen Yi couldn't agree to.
[Remaining Demon-Beast Lifespan: 56,100 years]
He closed his eyes and channeled the demon-beast lifespan into the Three Primes Ascendant Art, intending to first perfect its interpretation.
This art had already been interpreted completely, lacking only the incense wishes.
As time passed.
Several Martial Immortals in Court One sensed something and looked towards the sky in confusion.
"Why the sudden change?"
Fortunately, the white mist didn't change much, and after a brief moment of doubt, they soon averted their gazes.
At the same time, Shen Yi opened his eyes inside the room.
He had consumed over three thousand years of demon-beast lifespan.
Within his qi sea, three cloud patterns gathered around his ethereal soul, their auras condensed and unyielding, as if they had touched some sort of limit.
[Martial Immortal - Three Primes Ascendant Art: Perfected]
If one's talent was lacking, then one had to lay a more solid foundation.
Now that everything was ready...
A glint flashed in Shen Yi's eyes, and in the next moment, a vast amount of demon-beast lifespan swiftly poured into the Arhat Golden Body Art!
His expression alternated between ferocious and relaxed.
The invisible white mist permeated Shen Yi's body, and after completely digesting it,
a wisp of golden light emanated from his brow.
It resembled a faint candle flame, so weak that it seemed a gust of wind could extinguish it.
Yet, it exuded an enigmatic aura.
It swayed gently in the air.
Shen Yi was very familiar with this substance; it was similar to the aura that had been stripped from his golden body when he underwent refinement in the Martial Temple, but it was countless times more refined, like the difference between residue and the source.
Shen Yi reached out to touch it, and the intangible wishpower actually felt substantial at that moment.
This was the Nascent Divine Body.
Although it was just a tiny bit, it represented his breakthrough to a new level.
(End of Chapter)
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