Ch. 1101 - Void Tribulant, Heart Demon
Xu Zimo and Miss Jing exchanged a glance.
Then he asked, “This shared Airship you mentioned, who’s the other passenger?”
“You’ll know once you arrive,” the overseer replied with a light laugh.
“Looks like someone’s waiting for us,” Xu Zimo chuckled.
Following the overseer, they walked toward what was said to be the last Airship.
“These Airships, who manages them?” Xu Zimo turned to Miss Jing and asked, “The so-called Gongsun Imperial Clan?”
“Gongsun Imperial Clan has long since declined. Now they’re run by Imperial Crown Island,” Miss Jing answered.
“Imperial Crown Island? Their Island Master is Zhou Ming, isn’t he?” Xu Zimo asked.
“You’ve heard of him?” Miss Jing smiled and nodded.
“I know who’s playing tricks here,” Xu Zimo replied calmly.
They followed the overseer aboard the ship, where a lone figure was standing at the prow, waiting quietly.
She gazed ahead, her long hair drifting in the wind.
Her slender figure stood lightly against the breeze, clothed in flowing violet robes.
“Moon-Pluck Fairy,” Miss Jing laughed softly.
“Seems someone has latched onto you.”
“Lord Xu,” Moon-Pluck Fairy turned, her eyes shining like the moon, pure and luminous.
“What a coincidence, meeting again,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
“It isn’t coincidence. I’ve been waiting here especially for you,” Moon-Pluck Fairy replied with a gentle smile.
“Oh? You need something from me?” Xu Zimo asked.
“When you bought my immortal brew earlier, you promised you owed me a favor. I wonder if that still counts?” Moon-Pluck Fairy said.
“Speak your request,” Xu Zimo nodded.
“I’m heading to Brahma City. I want you to keep me safe along the way. What do you say?”
“That’s all?” Xu Zimo looked puzzled.
“Just that simple,” Moon-Pluck Fairy nodded.
“Then let’s go,” Xu Zimo answered.
Though he didn’t understand why Moon-Pluck Fairy would so easily spend her favor on this, he didn’t press the matter.
The vast Airship carried only the three of them.
With a roaring hum, countless spirit crystals were fed into the vessel, dissolving into dense spiritforce.
The ship itself absorbed this aura, before shooting into the void at light speed. A massive white sail unfurled above, catching the ether like a great wing.
After the roaring acceleration lasted for quite some time, the ship finally steadied.
Xu Zimo looked around, the clouds seemed within reach, mist rolling everywhere, the sky a sea of white.
Though accompanied by two stunning women, Xu Zimo felt no distractions.
He returned to his cabin to cultivate.
Since his brush with death, his comprehension had deepened.
He felt he was on the verge of breaking through, from the Yin-Yang Stage into the Void Tribulant Stage.
…
In the endless void he had created for cultivation, God Crystals glittered in the distance. Xu Zimo sat calm, shrouded in misty energy.
Within him, the Yin-Yang Bridge flickered, two opposing forces clashing and flowing across it.
Above the bridge stretched a patch of darkness, a void.
This void existed within his body.
It was known as the Heavenly Void, located near the abdomen, beside the God-Soul.
The human body itself is profound beyond measure.
Even just the known acupoints number in the tens of thousands.
And as cultivation deepens, new hidden points slowly emerge.
But not every meridian or acupoint can be used.
The body is like a vast treasure, waiting for careful excavation.
The opening of meridian gates follows this same principle.
And this Heavenly Void is one of those inaccessible spaces.
Only by refining this Heavenly Void, linking meridians and acupoints, can one form countless minor and major energy cycles.
At this moment, as Xu Zimo meditated, the Heavenly Void within him was shrouded by a mass of baleful infernal energy. The energy devoured the void.
Slowly, but effectively.
Beside the Heavenly Void, Xu Zimo’s God-Soul condensed into a tiny figure.
The figure was his exact likeness, only hundreds of times smaller.
When it opened its mouth, it swallowed spiritforce like a whale drinking the sea.
Its eyes glimmered with divinity, surrounded by visions of various Nomological Truths, surging like tides.
A Void Tribulant must open thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three (33,333) acupoints,
