332: Chapter 53 Bai Ze: Still Suppressing Bai Ze!_1 332: Chapter 53 Bai Ze: Still Suppressing Bai Ze!_1 Su He tilted his head, lost in thought, as if according to the Dragon Turtle thodology, the Dragon Turtle Tribe would never have an equivalent to Stepping Sky’s Seventh Step!
The Seventh Step of Stepping Sky is the limit for a cultivator, but the difference between the Seventh Step just after knocking on the Immortal’s Door and after tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years, is even greater than that between humans and dogs.
How can they be spoken of in the sa breath?
Just like the top-tier practitioners of the Sealed Emperor Great World—the three kings, three dukes, the Cabinet Elder Marshal, or the ten Sect Leaders of the Mystery Huang World who are at the zenith of Stepping Sky Seven-fold—how could the Dragon Turtles fight against a group of them?
Green Thunder didn’t realize what impolite thoughts this guy was harboring as he stamped his massive claw, obliterating countless sly Soaring Snakes, and then said to Su He, “You have been on the path for just a few years; don’t overthink it.
Practice diligently, and there will co a ti when you will shock all the heavens.”
Su He smiled sheepishly.
Green Thunder laughed and said, “Cultivate right here.
In case sothing unexpected happens in the Chaos, I will need you to take action.
If you do not understand sothing in your cultivation practice, feel free to ask .”
The great advantage of having few in the tribe is that any question is t with one-on-one guidance from a Greater Power whenever needed.
In Su He’s mory, the only ones who enjoyed such treatnt were the single prized students at so of the top universities in his past life.
At this mont…
Su He looked outward; when he had entered the Chaos, it was still early spring, but now sumr had arrived.
If the ti in the world of his previous life were similar to this place, would it be the season for college entrance examinations?
Su He smiled, shaking off the random thoughts in his mind, and earnestly asked Green Thunder, “Uncle Lei, I have seen White Spirit condense a human form.
Can the Dragon Turtles cultivate a human form too?”
This question had weighed on his mind for a very long ti.
Without hesitation, Green Thunder answered, “No, don’t even think about it!
Divine God Beasts and humans are both embodints of the Dao; an embodint defines its Dao and having one precludes the possession of another.
Just as you cannot be both a Dragon Turtle and a Kylin at the sa ti…”
He looked at Su He, then suddenly fell silent.
“You missed these few days when I took you to rob the Sealed Emperor’s Palace, and I wanted to study that unreasonable talent of yours.”
Green Thunder wrote this down in his notebook and looked at Su He again, “Logically, it’s impossible for a Divine God Beast to transform into a human form.
The Transforming Beast Guide is about cultivating the beast body, not the human body—otherwise, how would a Transforming Beast survive the misdirected tribulation while in human form?
“White Spirit…
The impression White Spirit left for you was probably just an image, which can be shaped freely, rely for amusent.
I have never heard of a Divine God Beast taking on human form; otherwise, Ji Feixue would not have given up her Divine God Dragon identity at the mont before overcoming the Heavenly Tribulation to beco a Divine God Beast, transforming into a dragon demon and condensing a human shape.”
Su He fell silent; what White Spirit left behind was not an image but a consciousness body.
A consciousness body should share the sa form as the original.
Thinking of the Great Tomb World, where White Spirit danced alone under the moon with the illusion of Xuan Wu in the background, Su He no longer pursued the question.
Uncle Lei did not understand the specifics, and White Spirit seed to have hidden many things from the Dragon Turtle Tribe.
That dance, as Su He recalled it now, was perhaps indeed a cultivation technique related to the mind and spirit.
But why White Spirit had left behind such a dance, he had no idea.
With no further questions, the two turtles went about their tasks.
Green Thunder made use of the Stone Drum Altar to grind away the sly Soaring Snakes, while Su He, with closed eyes and fully imrsed in his inner world, condensed a consciousness body and headed for the volcano.
A Toad watched over the volcano from a distance, looking sowhat listless.
Thunder appeared on the Kui Cow’s leg bone beneath the volcano, which seed to have softened completely, writhing along with the flow of the magma.
“Can we start drawing the Talisman Rune now?” the Toad asked languidly.
It was a toad, for crying out loud!
What was this turtle thinking, making it stand guard next to a volcano?
Su He shook his head, “Not yet.”
He wasn’t skilled in Artifact Refining, so he had to ensure each step t the standards set by Canchen Senior’s tutorials; otherwise, if anything went wrong, he wouldn’t even know how to salvage the situation.
Su He lay at the volcano’s rim, looking down at the leg bone.
His eyes slightly closed, his spirit stirred, and his intention caused a Talisman Rune to take shape in mid-air.
The Runes Su He drew were ones he didn’t even understand, following a re imitation, before infusing them with the Power of the World, Turtle Elent, and Divine Sense according to the ratios listed by Canchen Senior.
As long as one’s Divine Sense and intention were strong enough, even the most delicate operations had low chances of failure.
Su He practiced each movent twice to ensure accuracy during Artifact Refining.
Talisman Runes floated suspended in the air.
Ti ticked away slowly, Su He focused on the task of imitating the Talisman Runes, with the Toad’s voice coming from the depths of his mind.
“It’s ready!”
Su He opened his eyes to see the Kui Cow’s leg bone had completely softened, limp and floating atop the magma.
He chanted softly, and the power of the inner world’s Power of the World trickled forth, mingling with True Yuan and Divine Sense, constructing countless Talisman Runes before him.
With a slight intention, the Runes gently fell and rged into the leg bone.
The leg bone, as big as a water jar, started to churn and condense as the Runes were added, becoming progressively smaller and finer, its color turning increasingly creamy white.
Talisman Runes flowed down like a quiet stream, one after another, and after so ti, the leg bone turned into a pen shaft.
“Now’s the ti!
Toad!” Su He called out in his heart, and the Toad instantly set in motion materials that were stored in other utmost regions of the inner world, tossing them one after another into the magma, continuously rging them into the shaft.
As various materials were added, the pen shaft’s color began to deepen, and bumps started to form at its base—a ferrule for inserting the brush head.
It was ti to shape the brush.
“Co!” Su He roared lowly as the Opening Heaven Pen from Tai’a Mountain shot through the air, entering directly into the magma and rging with the as yet unford shaft.
The Toad leaped into the Extre Abyss, fished out the Greedy Wolf Fur, returned to Su He’s side, and shakily offered up the wolf bristles.
Su He gave it a weird glance.
The Toad was covered in ice, nearly frozen solid, but still intently watched the monuntal pen being refined, presenting itself as a paragon of self-sacrifice for Su He’s sake.
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