Chapter 241
Some people, after seeing towering mountains, gradually realize their own insignificance. Others, never having faced the vastness of the world, only feel their blood boiling like the sun.
The first type is meticulous in thought, while the latter is pure and brave. Both are admirable in their own way.
Wang Yu belonged to the former, yet he was not without the courage to take risks. A touch deep within his heart seemed to awaken his true nature.
After a brief moment of confusion, calmness returned to him.
“So this is the true essence of going out for tempering. To touch the self and attain enlightenment.”
In that instant, a subtle and indescribable transformation occurred within Wang Yu.
It felt as though a towering mountain blocking his heart had been moved away. Through the Lesser Asura Killing Fist, the half-forged Asura Killing Heart became even purer.
A faint sound of Buddha chanting prayers entered his ears.
That untouchable killing heart emitted a trace of golden light. He could feel that the upper limit of the killing intent he could control had suddenly surged, nearly tripled.
“Enlighten one’s own heart.” This was a spiritual awakening, yielding great gains. If in the past Wang Yu’s comprehension of the Path of the Mind-Heart had been on the verge of entry, then now he had truly stepped across the threshold.
His Asura Killing Heart could soon be perfectly forged, and even his understanding of the Prajna Heart Sutra deepened further.
He could now control tangible materialization killing intent.
“Heart-Mind power…”
In the poisonous miasma jungle, Wang Yu suddenly stopped. A faint red light flickered at his fingertips, illusory yet real. Normally, heart-mind power manifested as milky white, but his took on this appearance due to the influence of the Asura Killing Heart.
After all, the Lesser Asura Killing Fist was not merely a divine ability, but a special one involving the cultivation of heart-mind power.
“To take a killing heart as one’s foundation… If one masters it to the highest level, a single word could determine life or death.”
Because of the existence of the killing intent stone slates, Wang Yu’s progress in the Lesser Asura Killing Fist had always been rapid. That slate carried the mental imprint of a Spirit Transformation cultivator’s emotional outburst.
Even time could not erode it. Its value surpassed any treasure Wang Yu possessed.
Yet this killing fist was, in essence, centered on the mysteries of combat. The parts involving the cultivation of heart-mind power all lay in the forging of the Asura Killing Heart.
As for the Prajna Heart Sutra, this secret scripture without rank was the true grand Dao of cultivating heart-mind power. Having no rank, it might be weak or incomparably strong.
Wang Yu believed it was not inferior to any ordinary Nascent Soul inheritance.
Moreover, it seemed to nurture his wisdom roots. The feeling was vague and difficult to describe, but he was certain that continuing to cultivate it would bring great benefits.
This unexpected experience was indeed a good thing.
A few days later—
He arrived at the “White Serpent Lowlands,” the area he had previously marked.
The Heavenly Demon Bone Forest stretched across Cloud Ridge Prefecture, Night Jewel Prefecture, and You Prefecture, vast and boundless. Because a mysterious Spirit Transformation poisonous beast resided in its core, it was almost impossible to cross directly, and travelers could only move diagonally.
It was generally divided into four regions: the outer perimeter, the inner perimeter, the central area, and the core zone. The deeper one ventured, the greater the danger.
In the central area, there was already a chance of encountering fourth-rank poisonous beasts. Wang Yu naturally would not rush into it blindly.
Thus, he entered from the north of Cloud Ridge and advanced northwestward, gradually approaching Night Jewel Prefecture.
After some time of traveling, a lowland covered with fallen leaves and dead wood came into view. Some parts had sunken into sludge, forming man-eating swamps.
The damp air gathered into pools of stagnant water, from which rose a foul toxic gas. The water bubbled constantly until it burst, polluting the air with an unbearable stench.
In short: foul beyond words.
Even Wang Yu frowned. No wonder few people came here. This place was no better than a cesspit, yet strangely perfect for secluded cultivation.
No one would disturb him.
He recalled the vow he once made in Black Mountain, feeling a bit of regret.
“Searching Mountain, Hunting Demons.”
Without delay, Wang Yu directly spread out his divine sense. Since there were no traces of ruins on the surface, they must lie underground.
What he discovered was shocking.
Five meters below the surface was a dense layer of white serpents, each about one or two meters long, yet numbering beyond imagination.
Except for the swampy areas, the entire lowland was filled with them. Beyond this layer of serpents, about a thousand meters deeper, his divine sense could barely penetrate further.
In open air, his divine sense could extend up to five thousand meters, but when burrowing through solid earth, the effect was drastically weakened.
As he considered whether his Purple Dragon Earth Escape Technique could allow him to pass through the serpent layer to explore deeper, something happened.
Not far away, in a small swamp about three zhang wide, the mud began to boil. It quickly formed a humanoid shape of sludge, which turned its head and looked at him from afar.
“Are you from the Ruan Clan?”
“Hmm…”
Wang Yu quickly looked over, both surprised and enlightened. “You are Master Long of Earth Formations?”
As he spoke, he took out the jade token given by Elder Ruan. Upon seeing it, the muddy figure’s attitude relaxed considerably.
“So, you have also come for this place. Follow me down.”