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"Sister, who was that person just now? He was really annoying, and it seemed like you were quite scared of him too. Wei Ning was as well. Hmph! If you hadn't been holding me back, I would have gone up and pulled out all his beard," Liu Linglang pouted, angrily addressing Ding Ying.
"Don't let him hear you, dear. Ling, he is Wei Ning's grandfather, and we must respect him." Ding Ying took a piece of chocolate from her pocket and handed it to Liu Linglang with a smile. "Alright, alright, here’s something tasty for you to enjoy."
"Hmph!" Liu Linglang took the chocolate from Ding Ying and quickly popped it into her mouth. While chewing, she said, "Grandpa, is he really better than you? Hmph! If he comes out again, I will definitely pull out all his beard and make him furious."
"You little Evil Spirit, is your heart really that malicious?" Wei Qiuxi slowly walked out, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Ding Ying shuddered and hurried to explain, "Liu wasn't like that just now; she was just playing around. She didn't mean it that way. Liu, quickly apologize to Grandpa."
"Hmph." Liu Linglang turned away, unwilling to acknowledge Wei Qiuxi.
Wei Qiuxi said, "You little Evil Spirit, if you truly take form one day, there will surely be great chaos in this world. That fool Wang Chuyi doesn't know what he's thinking to indulge you like this, completely unaware of the dangers of Nurturing Ghosts."
Liu Linglang waved her fist defiantly. "Old man, if it weren't for Wei Ning's sake, I wouldn't be afraid of you at all."
"Ling!" Ding Ying didn't want to offend Wei Qiuxi and quickly called out to stop Liu Linglang.
Wei Qiuxi nodded. "Liu Linglang, you indeed don't need to fear me. However, it wouldn't be difficult for me to trap you within the Wei Family's restrictions while you're still in your undeveloped state."
Upon hearing that Wei Qiuxi seemed intent on taking action against Liu Linglang, Ding Ying quickly interjected. "Grandpa, he’s not like that; he's just a child. Please don’t take it too seriously."
"A child? Hmph! Today may be fine, but one day he will become a disaster for this world. No matter what, I must confine you here; otherwise, once you take form, nothing in this world will be able to contain you."
Wei Qiuxi was about to make a move.
"Hmph!" The old man was infuriating. Liu Linglang's hand twitched, and like a ghost, she swiftly appeared in front of Wei Qiuxi. She reached out and grabbed a few strands of his white beard, proudly waving them around while laughing, "Sister, am I impressive or what?"
At that moment, although Ding Ying was wary of Wei Qiuxi due to his status as Wei Ning's grandfather, she felt that Wei Qiuxi had been too overbearing and was intent on tearing her apart from Wei Ning. She was already filled with resentment and did not stop Liu Linglang, eagerly wanting to see Wei Qiuxi get humiliated.
Wei Qiuxi did not expect Liu Linglang to be so fast. His temper flared as he angrily said, "Liu Linglang, perhaps I cannot deal with you in the mortal realm, but here, in the Wei Family's territory, even if you have truly become a Drought Corpse, I will find a way to subdue you."
With a wave of his hand, the entire Wei Family Ancestral Tomb began to change. The sky started to shimmer with the colors of the Seven Stars reflecting the moonlight, and a brilliant galaxy appeared. Liu Linglang looked up at the sky and clapped her hands, exclaiming, "So beautiful! Truly beautiful! Sister, look! This place is so much fun! I want to call Wei Ning to come play with us."
As time passed slowly, Wei Ning inside the house grew increasingly anxious. He wondered what would happen to Liu and Ding Ying outside at the hands of their grandfather. What kind of place was this? It was freezing cold. Wei Ning paced back and forth inside the house, feeling more and more restless.
He approached Wei Xianjun's corpse, looking left and right as if gazing into a mirror. He murmured, "Could it be that there really exists someone in this world who looks exactly like me? Who is Wei Xianjun? What kind of abilities did he possess to become a legendary figure in the Wei Family?"
As time ticked away, suddenly Wei Ning looked up at the wall and saw the words "Reside, Perceive, Enter Truth" etched into it. Each character was carved with precision and seemed to embody some profound truth.
Wei Ning felt puzzled; these words hadn't been there before—how had they suddenly appeared? Intrigued, he reached out to touch the six characters. Gradually, he began to calm down. Slowly closing his eyes, his face radiated with light as he sensed that the inner Eight Gates within him were beginning to open one by one.
It felt as though he was entering an entirely new treasure trove.
Wei Ning sensed everything within this room; it was an indescribable feeling—a moment of enlightenment where a spirit awakens. In that instant, life began anew.
Gently, Wei Ning started to see another person appear before him—someone who looked exactly like him. He opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" the person replied.
At this moment, the state of Wei Ning, shrouded in mystery, would astonish any cultivator who witnessed it, for it was the legendary "Fetal Breath" state—something countless individuals yearned for but could never attain in their lifetime.
In the beginning, a person is merely a vessel residing within the pure yin of their mother. From yin comes yin, forming shapes from shapes, ultimately cultivating into a mortal body. However, to achieve immortality and soar through the skies, one must endure countless tribulations over many lifetimes to cultivate this external body. The external body is formed from within but can exist apart from the physical form. It possesses life, wisdom, and magical power, capable of entering and exiting freely, connecting with the spiritual realm—the "Divine Body," which is what cultivators dream of attaining.
Even someone as accomplished as Wang Chuyi could only cultivate the "Yin Spirit."
To manifest the "Divine Body," one must progress through levels—each level requiring immense trials. There are seven levels in total; when the Divine Body first emerges, it resembles an infant—its skin pristine and its spirit radiant. Each time it reflects upon its physical form, it views it as a pile of refuse or dead wood, filled with disdain. Yet upon its initial emergence, the Divine Body cannot immediately leave its physical vessel; it must learn to walk like an infant—taking one step, then two, gradually accumulating experience until it becomes increasingly refined, capable of traveling thousands of miles daily. The Three Mountains and Five Peaks can be traversed repeatedly in a single day, leading to ascension.
Given Wei Ning's current cultivation level, even if he were to manifest a Yin Spirit like Wang Tuozi, he would still be off by a hair's breadth and miss by miles. Thus, he owed gratitude to his ancestor Wei Xianjun for leaving him that spark of spiritual light.
It was this spark that allowed Wei Ning to finally sense the emergence of his Divine Body in an instant. This spark was rare and precious; when it appeared, life emerged from nothingness. When it faded away, death followed, returning life to the void. All things in the universe are intertwined with life and death; only the void remains eternally unchanged.
In a certain sense, at this moment, Wei Ning was no longer just Wei Ning; he had become Wei Xianjun.
As Wei Ning gazed at his own body and then at the person before him who looked exactly like him, he paused in astonishment. The universe raced through his mind as he began to feel the greatness of the earth. This overwhelming sense of solitude—unprecedented and unparalleled—caused him to shed tears involuntarily.
At this moment, Wei Ning had transcended beyond the world itself; outside of his own being, there was nothing else.
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