Chapter 485: Chapter 428: Paving the Way for Future Generations
Han Yu had already cursed the Fire Spirit countless tis in his heart. When he found himself back at the starting point in a daze, it ant he’d been gnawed by the gray wolves once again.
The good news was that one couldn’t really die here, at worst he’d have to start over.
The bad news was the pain was real. When the gray wolves chewed on his flesh and bones, it hurt so much that his tears flew out.
Moreover, he had to start all over again from the beginning. He had lost count of how many tis he repeated the process, every ti getting wrecked by the gray wolves at the sa broken path.
That floating stone was impossible to climb, yet it distracted him every ti, giving him hope to try again, only to beco wolf chow repeatedly.
Appearing anew, he was too exhausted to curse. After a few hops, he managed to dodge the gray wolves at the cliff’s edge. He dared not stop because whenever the wolves were out of sight, new ones would automatically spawn behind him.
Forced to stop once more at the broken path, two gray wolves, tongues out and snarling, doggedly chased him as Han Yu headed for another round of attempts.
When the first gray wolf pounced, Han Yu didn’t dodge imdiately. Only when it was close enough did he seize the perfect mont to leap.
He had calculated it before; the two gray wolves would never jump at the sa ti, which was barely a favorable ssage.
It was as if their movents were pre-programd, following a specific pattern. This discovery was bought with Han Yu’s countless deaths.
As long as he jumped just when the first wolf was closest, he could step on it while the second one couldn’t reach him, and when the second one lunged, his position would be at its peak, avoiding attack and allowing him to leap again using the second one.
Perfect indeed.
Sure enough, in cultivation, one needs to use their brain...
Crack!
The duck suspended mid-air was just about to step on the second gray wolf, only to miss and fall into its mouth instead.
"This disgusting Secret Realm, did you even an for anyone to pass?"
Ling Wuce spoke irritably, even though he didn’t know the details inside the Secret Realm, listening to the low-minded setup of the Fire Spirit made him question its legitimacy as a test.
"It’s not ant for just anyone to pass," mumbled the Fire Spirit.
"Trust , among the five Spirit Bodies, I’m the—uh, the kindest. My Secret Realm is definitely the easiest."
Could anything be more treacherous?
Everyone was dumbfounded.
So was Han Yu. Although his plan had high feasibility, the timing was too tricky, missed in a flash.
If one wasn’t careful, they’d end up as a snack.
After another dozen trials, when he finally landed on the stone, he was imdiately dumbfounded.
The floating stone had no chanisms at all. He had been standing on it for quite a while, yet the stone hadn’t budged.
Even the most tenacious heart would be crushed at this mont. Heaven knows how many tis he had fed the wolves just to get up there.
Then he noticed an inconspicuous spot on the stone, and only after practically pressing his duck head to the ground did he see a tiny word "Treasure."
"Bastard..."
If you don’t want to give hints, then don’t give them!
The floating stone was indeed the key to crossing the broken path, but figuring out how to use the stone left him perplexed.
Inner secrets?
Han Yu tried with his duck wings to chop at the stone beneath his feet, only to find that while the stone was unhard, he was left with nothing but pain.
The entire top of the stone had been hit thoroughly by him, leaving no spot untouched, but except for a numb wing, it was utterly futile.
"It seems the mystery lies below."
Saying that made Han Yu inexplicably want to cry. It had been hard enough getting up here, and now he had to go down again.
Below, two large gray wolves slobbered with opened maws waiting for him.
Destruction would be sweet release! So tired!
Han Yu turned his duck head and took a leaping plunge...
The onlookers outside had gradually lost patience, they’d been waiting for ages without seeing any movent.
Though Han Yu experienced various deaths inside, from outside he seed rely to be lying perfectly still.
Several elderly figures yawned in succession, bored out of their minds.
Ling Wuce disappeared without a trace, sneaking away without anyone noticing.
Only Mo Xiuwen knew that the old man had sneakily tried eagerly to buy such chanisms from him recently.
This kind of large-scale business he normally didn’t involve himself in, so he directed Ling Wuce to negotiate with Mo Yushu, passing the word to inform his Sixth Uncle.
Speaking of business, only with the Mo Family’s Sixth present could one truly profit.
Barely had Ling Wuce been dismissed, then the Great Elder from the Piaomiao Sect awkwardly ambled over.
He hesitated as though struggling internally, unsure of how to begin.
"Esteed Senior, please feel free to speak your mind," Mo Xiuwen said with a smile.
The commotion drew attention from a group of idle old-tirs picking their noses and ears.
With more people gathered, the Piaomiao Sect Great Elder seed even more at a loss for words.
Those nosy onlookers with their keen gazes made it all the more uncomfortable.
Finally, after a long pause, the Piaomiao Sect Great Elder timidly asked, "Might I be able to borrow your Sect’s chanism?"
Borrow?
Mo Xiuwen was taken aback; it was understandable that Ling Wuce wanted to buy such an item, but what was the point of borrowing?
The hesitation of the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect was not just about borrowing; in fact, he needed Mo Xiuwen to improve the chanism before lending it to him, which was akin to customizing it for him.
When he expressed his request, everyone was stunned and didn’t comprehend his intention.
"I want to try infusing the converted spiritual power into myself."
After the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect finished speaking, the elders of various sects turned pale with shock.
"Are you insane? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
The Great Elder of the Unparalleled Tower imdiately blurted out a reprimand.
They are flesh and blood, not spirit bodies. What the spirit body can withstand, they may not be able to.
Many elders agreed, saying that this kind of suicidal behavior was no different from being tired of living.
Only Elder Luo seed thoughtful, "You want to infuse spiritual power into yourself to infinitely approach the limit of this realm?"
"That’s right."
The Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect glanced at the old friend in front of him who was notorious for his sharp tongue, unexpectedly understanding his intention.
Ever since he left the Bitter Lotus Sect, he had been obsessed, his mind filled with the realm beyond Transcendence.
It’s undeniable that Han Yu’s influence on him was significant, especially after arriving at the Mo Family, where he gained substantial inspiration from Han Yu.
From the physical body, he had no idea what thod Han Yu used, but in divine techniques, the way Fire Spirit infused spiritual power to elevate Han Yu trendously inspired him.
They had been in the Realm of Transcendence for a hundred years, and logically speaking, the Divine Spring should have reached its limit, with no room for expansion, yet strangely, none of them ever sensed the existence of the next barrier.
As cultivators who’ve struggled along their paths, the absence of a barrier either ant there was no way forward or that they hadn’t found the thod.
Before the ergence of soul division, they unanimously believed it was the forr; however, after this ergence, it had to be the latter.
The barrier must exist, just not in the thods they recognized.
It should be known that before the Realm of Transcendence, every realm could sense the existence of a barrier once cultivation reached its consummation.
Only the Realm of Transcendence did not.
"I suspect that the barrier of the Realm of Transcendence requires not just oneself, but also external force."
The Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect was utterly convinced at this point.
And this chanism’s existence was his key to validation.
This was undoubtedly a rather crazy move. Even the flesh of a cultivator in the Realm of Transcendence wasn’t that resilient.
Their strength lies in cultivation techniques and spiritual power, not the physical body. Even if cultivation improves it slightly, it can’t compare to Han Yu’s thod.
"Different paths, sa goal! Heaven must have left us a path as well."
The Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect was already determined; he absolutely had to try.
"Even if your theory is correct, we could entirely develop a pill that bursts out massive spiritual power in a short ti through this path."
Elder Luo furrowed his brow and spoke, not wishing the other to take risks.
But the other was clearly resolute.
The Sect Leader Piaomiao shook his head, "I can’t wait that long."
The process of creating a pill from scratch has never been easy, and the ti it consus is imasurable.
At this mont, the old monk of Galan Temple suddenly interjected, "Isn’t there two young people in Bailu City?"
The stories of Xiao Yan and Luo Fen had stirred the Cultivator Realm; weren’t there tales of their unparalleled dical skills?
"Bring them here to help with the research."
The Great Elder of the Unparalleled Tower sneered, "These two who don’t know their place have indeed upturned many sects’ foundations."
"Don’t trouble them, if my theory is correct, whether the Cultivator Realm gains another layer of realm in the future all depends on these two brothers."
The Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect sighed deeply at this mont.
"Have you changed your mind? Even an old monk couldn’t say such words."
Several people widened their eyes, looking at him in disbelief.
"It’s for later generations to leave a clear path, a wide road."
Upon hearing the words full of compassion, the old monk of Galan Temple’s complexion beca pale, and he clasped his hands together.
"When a man is about to die, his words are kind; Dao brother has decided to die."
Everyone’s faces turned unpleasant when they looked at the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect again, with a century of noisy friendship. At such a ti, no one felt good.
While the crowd was still grieving, the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect suddenly started cursing, "Get outta here, didn’t you see I was addressing the heaven from start to finish? I’m leaving my mark with heaven."
"I’m temporarily accumulating rit. Anyway, I don’t care, I’m leaving a path for future generations, heaven must leave a path for
too."
That’s how he should be!
Everyone, seeing him swear, finally let out a slight sigh of relief.
As long as he wasn’t determined to die, it was fine.
"If he really guessed correctly, it might indeed be a ritorious deed."
Elder Luo smiled broadly, but thinking of the stolen pill formula of his own, he felt a bit irked.
"Forget it, as long as your guess isn’t wrong, my Nanli Sword Studio can help clean up the ss of those two young lads."
"Clean up."
"Clean up."
...
Mo Xiuwen listened to the rising voices with a strange expression, always feeling like they were cursing soone.
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