Chapter 657 - 653: Spiritual Abyss
This power is too violent, and in front of it, his body feels as fragile as glass.
He looks down and sees that his feet are already cracked, as if they could shatter into pieces at any moment.
From his inner vision, it’s clear that his feet have been split open by the violent force, and they could fracture at any time.
He quickly changes his stance, forming a seal with his hands once more, while visualizing the Divine Language, quietly reciting it, and then a golden net appears in the void.
The golden net swiftly contracts, wrapping around his feet, stabilizing the violent force.
He slowly stands up, letting out a sigh of relief.
At least the violent force is stopped for now, allowing him to begin healing.
He takes out a Strange Flower—Evil Relief Flower—from his Storage Bracelet.
Sitting down heavily on a nearby ice block, he removes his boots with one hand, revealing his feet.
His feet almost lost sensation, immune to the cold.
While the golden net sealed the violent force, it also sealed his feet.
The Evil Relief Flower resembles a chrysanthemum, entirely pink, and after crushing it, he drips its juice onto his feet.
The pale pink juice falls onto his feet, instantly seeping into the skin.
The original cracks rapidly produce pink flesh buds visible to the naked eye.
Chu Zhiyuan smiles.
This Evil Relief Flower doesn’t enhance cultivation, but is indeed a miraculous healing medicine.
Especially for surface wounds, it works wonders, though less effective for internal injuries.
After using two Evil Relief Flowers, the cracks on his feet have disappeared.
He tries to look up at the statue of the lean middle-aged man before him.
It’s a ten-meter-high statue, looking up makes it seem imposing.
However, under Super Sensing Illumination, it feels less imposing, rather ethereal, as if it might ride the wind away from this turbid world at any moment.
Without Super Sense, he would only be able to observe with his eyes and wouldn’t see as clearly.
After all, much of the statue’s subtle movements and expressions are invisible without it.
Under Insight, his posture mirrors exactly, attracting violent power instantaneously.
This strange posture proves its might, but unfortunately, he couldn’t grasp its essence.
Is this similar to the Body Refinement Realm he practises?
It doesn’t seem like it.
Because this lean middle-aged man gives no impression of a powerful physique, but rather an ethereal unity with the heavens and earth.
A strong physique often opposes the world, clashing against it.
This lean middle-aged man is not resisting the world, but merging with it.
He puts on his boots, and with a thought, his figure appears on the second floor.
The surroundings are unchanged from his earlier entry, empty except for the green table in the center.
With another thought, the White Jade Gate appears again.
He staggeringly steps inside, still faced with the immaculate peak and the middle-aged man’s statue.
With a thought again, he withdraws from the peak, appearing back on the second floor.
Now he realizes this Divine Language connects to that peak.
That peak could be a Small Cave Heaven like Great Bright Peak, albeit a fragmented one.
It is a form of inheritance, but his current self can’t yet withstand the violent force.
Will he be able to practice this cultivation technique once he reaches a certain level?
He is not satisfied, thinking it shouldn’t be that way.
So he retrieves a Yellow Yuan Fruit.
After consuming a Yellow Yuan Fruit, he feels his legs and feet recover faster.
Strangely, he observes with Super Sense that the violent force in his legs and feet is rapidly dissipating.
The golden net of the Great Demon Suppressing Seal merely bound it, failing to annihilate it.
Yet it swiftly extinguishes once leaving that Cave Heaven.
He smiles suddenly.
With this, the injuries on his feet can quickly heal.
Like snow meeting boiling water, the violent force dissolves swiftly, ultimately vanishing completely.
Once the violent force disappears, he retracts the power of the Great Demon Suppressing Seal.
The injuries on his feet are rapidly healing.
While his feet are recovering, he starts Insight on the entire hut.
Now looking upstairs at the four Divine Languages, he feels no danger.
The six Divine Languages downstairs gather power from all directions, concealing this building.
The Divine Languages are profound, not directly corresponding with his current texts.
A single Divine Language can correspond to hundreds or even thousands of words.
Sometimes, a Divine Language doesn’t match his texts at all, understood only by sense, not verbalized.
The profound nature of Divine Languages allows combination, disassembly, and infinite transformation.
A single Divine Language may merge with several others, creating a new Divine Language unrelated in meaning to the original.
The more he studies, the more he perceives unending mysteries, likely never fully grasping Divine Languages in a lifetime.
He could even create new Divine Languages himself, infinitely expanding.
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As time slowly passes, he glances at his feet, now largely healed.
He forms a seal with his hands, his body slightly bent, resuming the lean middle-aged man’s posture.
His mouth assumes the correct shape as well.
Immediately, a peculiar force descends from the sky, settling on his feet.
Like feathers caressing his feet.
Maintaining his posture unchanged, he involuntarily utters a series of Divine Languages.
As the Divine Languages are voiced, the feathers caressing his feet transform into fine needles.
Like countless fine needles pricking his feet, an intangible force emerges from the earth, drilling into his Yongquan, flooding into his feet.
He feels as though walking on a mountain of needles, experiencing pain, numbness, and itchiness.
Disregarding the strange sensations, keeping the lean middle-aged man’s posture intact in his mind, unmoving.
Time slowly progresses, feeling like an eternity, yet he resists the urge to give up.
Constantly sensing, ever waiting to see what unfolds.
He gradually drifts, as if transforming into the lean middle-aged man, standing atop the Spiritual Abyss, practicing the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record.
Suddenly awakening, a smile emerges on his lips.
The Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record, the very cultivation technique he’s practicing.
It’s a Divine Race cultivation technique.
As a Divine Race cultivation technique, it’s a Miracle Technique of the Divine Race.
And that lean middle-aged man is a master of the Divine Race, the original creator of this technique.
The location of that peak is the Spiritual Abyss.
The posture of the lean middle-aged man is merely the First Form of the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record.
In total, nine forms.
Corresponding to the nine peaks of the Spiritual Abyss.
First Form perfection completed, one can advance to the Second Form, the Spiritual Abyss Second Peak.
The Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record refines the body into a Spiritual Body, unlike the Spiritual Body imagined by others.
The Divine Race’s body naturally is the imagined Spiritual Body, pathways are unobstructed, any martial arts learned instantly, mastered quickly.
Yet, the Spiritual Body formed by the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record exceeds all that.
Achieving the Heavenly God aspired by the Divine Race.
Chu Zhiyuan contemplates.
The power of the Spiritual Abyss is too dominating for him to endure.
Should he abandon practicing the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record?
The Heavenly Persons of Heavenly Person Peak practice the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record.
People ridicule the Heavenly Persons as misguided, trying postnatal cultivation to approach the Divine Race.
Unaware of the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record’s existence, otherwise, they would understand the Heavenly Persons.
He steps out of the hut, leaving the bamboo grove, arriving at the mountain top, in front of another hut.
This hut is marked with a Divine Language, and he shakes his head after looking, while simultaneously observing other huts, shaking his head.
The Divine Languages outside these huts denote phantasmal.
Indicating they are illusions, all false.
Upon entering, one would experience a dreamlike teaching, believing they have received instruction, but the teachings are entirely false cultivation techniques.