"I curse you, for life after life, I curse you, I’ll be waiting for you in hell, you blood-cloaked sorcerer, you lunatic on a horse."
That was the last wailing cry of the eight-headed giant snake left behind in the Royal City.
The Daoist with only half of his body remaining, stood on one leg and soared into the sky.
The instigator had already been executed, a glorious era was about to arrive, and the Daoist was going back to the mountains.
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Life hanging by a thread, the black aura engulfing the top half of the Daoist’s body was constantly devouring his vitality.
At most, if he couldn’t make a breakthrough or resolve the eight-headed giant snake’s potent curse with its dying breath within a month, the Daoist could prepare himself for his corporeal disintegration.
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The giant snake’s dying curse was not an empty verbal curse, but one that drew upon the supre demonic yuan and evil forces to trigger the rich blood evil surrounding the Daoist’s body, turning it into a vicious curse that constantly eroded his flesh and soul.
"ddling in affairs, Cultivation Body on the verge of collapse, do you, Daoist, regret it now?" An outsider visited and chuckled lightly outside the Taoist temple.
"What the poor Daoist seeks is not eternal life, but to live at will, to have an enlightened mind; what fun is there in living as long as Wang Ba?"
"I’ve heard that in the Eastern Sea there are strange stones that live as long as heaven and earth, yet they are insentient; such eternal life, I do not desire it."
The Daoist shook his head and chuckled telepathically, the corner of his mouth curling up to form an arc, the outsider withdrew, expressing admiration, and said he would co again in a month to see him off.
"See off? I am not so easily going to succumb." A strange light flashed within the remnants of the Daoist’s eyes.
"They say ’When you plant flowers deliberately, they may not bloom; when you plant willows without intention, they create shade.’"
"Who would have expected the opportunity for the seventeenth layer breakthrough of my True Technique to arise right here."
The Daoist gently shook his head as fresh blood seeped from the cross-section of his half body.
They say misfortune leans on fortune, and fortune hides within misfortune. Under the influence of the eight-headed giant snake’s curse, he certainly fell into a life and death crisis, yet he did not co away empty-handed.
It’s like when people lose one kidney, the remaining one tends to grow larger.
To counter the sinister curse, his remaining half body grew more robust, and the life force accumulated within seed to sense imminent disaster, starting to constantly heal his broken body, battling the curse.
"Most importantly, I have understood my heart, realized my own Dao."
"Golden divinities awaken within my body’s cavities; this represents my Divine Power, limitless in might."
"But where, then, is my heart’s spirit?"
"My ntal strength is sufficient, yet it is scattered like sand, unable to form a fist to command the Dharma body, a folly, a grand folly!"
"With a flawed Dharma body, naturally, one cannot break into higher realms of True Technique; this is why my cultivation progress has been slow."
"In matters ancient and modern, knowing is easy and doing is hard; today my knowledge and action are united, I have proven my Dao, my thoughts are Pure Yang, it is ti to refine my spirit."
"I, have realized!"
"Radiant holy splendor welcos the light of the seven-colored clouds."
"The heavens are brilliantly clear, and the golden wheel reflects their glow."
"Shattering the darkness, gathering the light of a thousand saints into a heavenly radiance"
"Spirit, coalesce for !"
With a roar, wisps of golden mist within the Daoist’s remaining cavities converged towards the Sea of Qi.
The body’s spirit is not completely unrelated to the heart’s spirit; indeed, those whose body’s spirit is not strong enough cannot condense the heart’s spirit, and even if they can, it spells doom; the only outco is the physical body drying up and collapsing.
But the Daoist didn’t have this problem; his physical strength had already beco inhuman!
A month passed, and the outsider returned.
"Taoist, I’ve co to collect your corpse."
Upon entering the Taoist temple, however, he saw that the Daoist was not dead after all, and even seed a bit more spirited.
"Taoist, you are quite skilful. I will co again in a year; today, this corpse, I must still collect it." The outsider withdrew.
A year went by.
Ten years went by.
A hundred years went by.
Every ti the outsider would run to the Daoist temple to ask if the Daoist was dead, and each ti he was disappointed and left.
A thousand years have passed.
The outsider, now old and gray, a cultivator with wiry white hair, approached the door, his life flickering like a candle in the wind.
"Taoist, maybe you should see off after all."
The outsider, looking at the Daoist who was still hopping around with only half a body, spoke helplessly.
At that mont, the black aura surrounding the Daoist’s body had long been almost completely absent.
He had just entered when he heard a resplendent Daoist chant echoing through heaven and earth.
"Alone in the universe, amidst all things, I comnce the action of the Primordial Technique from the beginning!"
"My heart’s aspirations vast as the Big Dipper, my courage as vast as Capricorn reversed!"
"Ghosts wail and gods cry as the Primordial Spirit reveals itself, Pure Yang Creation - all evil dispersed!"
At that mont, it was a starry night; the light of the heavens and various celestial bodies mingled with mysterious forces streaking toward the Daoist temple with howling sounds, blasting the temple’s roof to reveal a huge void.
"The spirit’s command technique, naturally created by the cosmos."
"My Pure Yang Primordial Spirit is complete."
"I, the Daoist, have realized it."
The Daoist focused, and there, three inches below his navel, within the Sea of Qi, a golden Primordial Spirit appeared, ethereal like a dream.
He summoned his Dharma body, stood on one leg, and shot up into the sky.
The outsider looked up, only to see the Daoist’s half-body furiously grow, instantly restored to wholeness.
A thirty-ter-tall figure, like a crystalline rainbow-colored reflection of the Daoist, stood tall in the night sky, radiating golden divine light, like an intense sun.
The Daoist descended.
The outsider looked on with a complex expression, "Taoist, you could have slowly regenerated your body all along, couldn’t you?"
"Indeed."
"Then why didn’t you just slowly condense your body, instead of acting like this?"
The Daoist fell silent for a while, then replied, "You always wanted to collect my corpse, I was afraid you wouldn’t co anymore."
"You’re a good person."
"After all, it’s quite dull for a poor Daoist like to refine the Primordial Spirit alone."
The outsider died.
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