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“Core Formation Stage Third layer!” Zhao Yang opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of pent-up air.
He had no idea how much time had passed. Sitting up on his bed, he looked around, finding everything still as clean as before, except for the visible breath escaping his lips.
The reason the Meditation Room was so pristine was that Song Baliang had placed his own crafted Dust-Repelling Pearl in the room while he was in meditation.
The moonlight was like water, cold and piercing.
Zhao Yang got up and pushed open the door. Outside, a blanket of snow covered the ground. He extended his hand, feeling the snowflakes land on his palm, icy against his skin, while he remained lightly dressed.
“Qingxue, where are you?”
As petals drifted down, Zhao Yang suddenly thought of Yu Qingsnow. He recalled the gaze of that stunning and resolute woman when they parted, filled with tears and concern.
Meanwhile, atop a distant and lonely snow-capped mountain in the Extreme Cold Icefield of the Northern Region of the Five Elements Continent, a woman stood with an ancient zither swirling behind her. Snowflakes danced around her as she gazed blankly toward a direction in Zhongzhou, softly murmuring, “Zhao Yang, have you truly escaped?”
In the Ice and Snow Mysterious Cave, an enchanting woman clad in black appeared, a halo shimmering behind her. The snowflakes that landed on her vanished without a trace.
“To achieve Enlightenment before reaching the Dao Fruit Stage, you must experience the worldly troubles and witness the changes of time. If measured by my Ripple of Enlightenment, it may not bode well for your future. It is better to seek understanding on your own,” she said, also gazing at the swirling snow. Her eyes pierced through the void, looking beyond the horizon, lost in thought.
The young woman radiated a pure white light, appearing untouched by worldly affairs.
Zhao Yang withdrew his gaze and looked into the copper mirror at the entrance of the Meditation Room, realizing that his hair had grown longer.
He made his way to the square and saw monks practicing there, chanting scriptures. Their muscular bodies glistened with sweat, veins bulging prominently; it was clear that their physical forms had become exceptionally strong.
From this robust monk, Zhao Yang learned that two months had passed since their last return. This was still under circumstances where he could control himself to prevent the arrival of the Enlightenment Realm.
"It truly is a day in the mountains, a year in the world," Zhao Yang sighed, realizing how quickly time passed while cultivating.
For the past two months, Zhao Yang had gone through countless cycles of his cultivation, barely breaking through to the third layer of the Core Formation Stage.
Now, his vitality was as powerful and tranquil as a slumbering dragon. The Holy Medicine Blood Bodhi had made his body more resilient and his blood energy more vigorous. However, his Spiritual Root was too unique; even after absorbing all the medicinal properties of the Blood Bodhi, he had only managed to break through one layer.
The potency of the Holy Medicine was beyond his current level of absorption. Yet, due to his exceptional Spiritual Root and the seemingly bottomless Perfect Foundation Cauldron as his True Qi storage, he could absorb any amount of medicinal power. For an ordinary Core Formation Stage cultivator, it would take at least two years to absorb the potency of the Blood Bodhi. By the time they awakened, they would surely leap a major realm into the Divine Transformation Stage, while he had only crossed one layer.
In these two months, Zhao Yang had also resolved the potency of the Soul Nourishing Herb. This herb not only allowed his soul and body to perfectly align but also significantly increased the strength of his Divine Sense. He could now perceive movements around him with ease, a sensation that brought him joy but also some concern.
As a Holy Medicine related to the soul and Divine Sense, the Soul Nourishing Herb possessed inexplicable effects; otherwise, it wouldn't be valued at two hundred thousand Essence Stones—a true treasure.
However, the overwhelming strength of his Divine Sense left Zhao Yang feeling somewhat burdened. At this moment, it was as if he had countless eyes, perceiving changes in flowers, grass, birds, beasts, insects, fish, and even dust. All these stimuli had to be processed by his brain, which left him feeling fatigued.
Sometimes, rapid growth in ability is not necessarily a good thing. While he experienced no side effects from his cultivation level—even though it was forcibly enhanced by medicinal power—his Divine Sense had already surpassed the limits of his current realm.
If the Four Great Monks of Xuanfo Temple were nearby, they would certainly recognize how dangerous Zhao Yang's state was because his Divine Sense was nearly at their level.
Although the Four Great Monks often mingled with worldly affairs, no one dared provoke them—not only because of their high cultivation levels but also due to their attainment of profound realms known as "breaking through dust" and "entering subtlety." The growth of plants could not escape their keen perception, nor could anyone's attacks during battle.
Cultivators who first reached such a realm often shared a common feeling: they felt godlike and omnipotent.
Zhao Yang had experienced this sensation too; however, he felt more exhausted than empowered. Even with his vigorous blood energy and enhanced neural capacity, he could not maintain this level for long since his cultivation had not yet reached that tier. Thus, he pondered how to rid himself of this autonomous reading function of his Divine Sense or find a way to temporarily suppress its overwhelming power.
The cold wind howled fiercely as snowflakes brushed against him.
The distant sounds of hammering continued to echo.
Zhao Yang followed the sound to the Refining Workshop of Xuanfo Temple. Inside, Song Baliang stood bareback, his powerful muscles resembling those of a Divine General, striking rhythmically with a refining hammer in hand under the flickering firelight.
Nearby, several Refiners, all monks in charge of the Refining Workshop, were drenched in sweat, their faces showing signs of exhaustion.
In order to forge the Demon-Subduing Staff, they had pushed themselves to the limit, taking turns working through sleepless nights for two months.
During this time, Song Baliang had not closed his eyes even once, fearing that any slight mistake could lead to disaster.
“Brother?” Zhao Yang called out.
“Shh!” The refining monk glanced at Zhao Yang and whispered, “Junior Brother Zhao Yang, Brother Ba Liang is currently forging the Demon-Subduing Staff and cannot be disturbed. He hasn’t slept for two months; it’s almost complete, so let him hold on a bit longer.”
Zhao Yang felt a chill run down his spine. Two months without sleep? Even though Song Baliang was also a Body Refinement practitioner with boundless vitality, it was impossible for anyone to endure such a long period without rest. He had no idea that forging a Supreme Dao Artifact could be so taxing.
The Abbot appeared silently beside him and sighed, “I have secretly infused him with some True Qi. This child is too obsessed with his craft; he cannot be persuaded otherwise. If we forcibly interrupt him in his current state, he might go astray.”
Zhao Yang was shocked. As he moved around to face Song Baliang, he noticed that Song Baliang's once full and resolute face had become gaunt, with deep hollows under his eyes. Concern welled up within him.
“Is forging a Dao Artifact really this exhausting? Could there be any danger?” Zhao Yang asked the Abbot in confusion.
The Abbot nodded. “Otherwise, the cultivation world wouldn’t have so few master refiners. Song Baliang has come too far down this path and has surpassed many predecessors. However, his realm is insufficient; forcing himself to continue puts an enormous strain on his body.”
Zhao Yang nodded. It seemed that Song Baliang's condition mirrored his own; his realm was also lacking, and his body could not bear the limits of the abilities he possessed.
Zhao Yang slowly infused some of the gentlest parts of Chaos True Qi into Song Baliang's body, delaying his consumption and repairing his physical form.
The host watched in astonishment as Zhao Yang's Chaos True Qi flowed, feeling an unusual and powerful presence that even he, the foremost figure of the Buddhist Sect in the cultivation world, could not ignore.
With the nourishment of Zhao Yang's Chaos True Qi, Song Baliang seemed to feel a bit more comfortable, his complexion slightly rosy. He recognized it was Zhao Yang's aura. However, he did not pause his actions or speak, fearing that even a slight deviation in his focus on the refining fire and the Dao patterns could lead to disaster. During the refining process, any disturbance was most detrimental; not only could the Refiner fall into madness and suffer fatal injuries, but the refining materials could also turn to waste.
The crafting of a Supreme Dao Artifact was no ordinary task. Throughout cultivation history, countless Refiner masters had perished while attempting to forge a Supreme Dao Artifact, and those that succeeded were exceedingly rare.
The onlookers quietly retreated, wary of interrupting Song Baliang.
Zhao Yang also silently returned to his room. He felt somewhat fatigued; he could hear everything around him clearly, even the heartbeat of others. His Divine Sense had grown increasingly powerful, yet he showed no signs of stopping. In a half-asleep state, he realized he was unable to move; whether he opened or closed his eyes, he could see everything around him.
At that moment, he caught sight of a child on the back mountain of Xuanfo Temple. The child was somewhat indistinct, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
The child looked up and seemed to smile at him before quickly disappearing. Zhao Yang awoke, and the overwhelming fatigue began to fade away.
Just then, a scream echoed through the air—the Great Compassion Zen Master was wailing.
"Which damned thief stole my treasures? Not a single one left! My Dao Artifact! My Dao Artifact! Everyone assemble! Gather in the square! I promise I won't kill him!"
Zhao Yang thought to himself that this was bad; the Four Divine Monks had returned. However, he wasn't worried about revealing himself. He yawned and stepped out of the Meditation Room.
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