A life of clearness

Chapter 99 Body Tempering
Lead-gray mist rolled and flowed, either gathering around Rong Qing or dispersing.

The mist was just like real mist, with a slightly moist feeling. However, it did not cause any harm to Rong Qing.

"It is indeed mysterious." She stretched out her hand and clenched it, gathering some mist in her palm. "Logically speaking, something that can cause serious harm to a Spiritual Transformation, anyone below the Spiritual Transformation level who touches it should be dead for sure! But in the Ten Thousand Dharma Stele Forest... it's the exact opposite."

The mist lay dormant in the palm of his hand, with no sign of having the ability to frighten even a god.

“No wonder. No wonder all the incarnations of the Xuanfeng Realm came here in the flesh below the incarnation. This way they can avoid the interference of the mist and concentrate on their perception. And the fortune that Yin Chujiu said this mist can bring me…”

Rong Qing thought about it.

Decide to believe.

This is not to blindly believe everything Yin Chujiu said. Rong Qing has her own inferences.

"In Cangliuzhou, the opening of the sky is called a grand event. That's because as long as you participate, your cultivation will definitely improve. The previous enlightenment of the Dao Stele did not increase my cultivation. I think... the way to increase cultivation should be here. For those who have transformed into gods, absorbing the mist here to improve their physical body is just a matter of convenience."

It is necessary to improve your cultivation.

Because this is a comprehensive improvement from the soul to the physical body. If there is a breakthrough, there will be a drastic leap in strength.

For Rong Qing, breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage has enhanced her spiritual awareness, even if the range of her spiritual awareness has not increased much. If she encounters a Dao stele or other stone tablets, her perception can be improved by a breath, which may be a huge change.

In comparison, the improvement to the physical body is more obvious.

Rong Qing had never practiced physical training before. After all, a cultivator's time and energy were limited, so they had to focus on certain things. And what Yin Chujiu mentioned... made her very excited.

"He said that if I can endure the severe pain, it will have the effect of tempering my body, and if I can summon thunder, the effect will be even better... Does this mean that when I reach a certain level, I can use thunder to temper my meridians?"

Rong Qing thought she was very afraid of pain. However, when she thought about the benefits she would get in the end, she thought that this little pain was not unbearable.

Having made a decision, Rong Qing did not hesitate any longer, maintaining her original meditation posture and quickly entering into a state of concentration. At the same time, the meridians throughout her body began to rumble, as if absorbing spiritual energy, and began to absorb the ubiquitous lead-gray mist.

A wisp of mist swayed towards her, as if considering whether to enter this strange place. Although, this place opened the door to it.

However, before it could think clearly, a large number of mists had already rushed up frantically, scrambling to get in. This wisp of mist did not even have the ability to retreat, and was directly hit into Rong Qing's meridians.

This place is so vast!
Moreover, the meridians are connected in all directions...which means that the mist can flow freely in these meridians without having to worry about being congested and unable to move after a while.

Rong Qing closed her eyes, but could hear waves of "cheers" in her body.

The many murmurs that were originally hidden in the mist, after the mist penetrated into her meridians, resounded in her meridians!

what is that?
Could it be that this mist is alive? This thought suddenly popped up in Rong Qing's mind.

However, she soon became unable to think.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Her fingers turned into claws, digging fiercely into the wet soil. Waves of roars burst out of her throat uncontrollably.

It hurts so much!
Why...it hurts so much!

Blue veins bulged out on the slender white neck, and there were even inexplicable things swimming in those veins.

Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Almost instantly, Rong Qing's entire back was soaked with sweat, and then completely dried under the effect of the robe.

Although Rong Qing had prepared herself mentally with Yin Chujiu's reminder, she still felt regretful in the severe pain.

She had broken fingers before, and had also cut off her flesh for the purpose of creating a robe. But those were only short-lived pains. Unlike now, the pain was like a never-ending wave, coming one after another, with no end, making people feel desperate.

How did those gods endure it?
The higher the level of cultivation of a monk, the more sensitive his senses are, and correspondingly, the higher the limit of his ability to endure pain and stay awake.

The pain Rong Qing was enduring at this moment would have made a mortal faint at the first sight. However, Rong Qing could not faint because she was still a little short of reaching her endurance limit.

It is precisely because of this tiny difference that it is the most torturous.

"I underestimated those Divine Transformation cultivators." Her eyes were filled with pain, but she barely retained a trace of clarity. "I was proud of being able to fight against the Yuanshen of a Divine Transformation cultivator. Among all the cultivators from Cangliu Continent, I was the only one who still retained my own will and consciousness... which made me complacent. And after I entered the Forest of All Dharma Steles, I had many opportunities... which made me arrogant!"

The pain actually made Rong Qing sober.

Every Divine Transformation cultivator who came here, in accordance with the agreement, absorbed the mist to strengthen the cultivation of the physical body. Since they took over the physical body, they must also endure these pains.

There is no doubt that each of them had endured the pain for much longer than Rong Qing was enduring now.

After only ten breaths, Rong Qing felt that her cultivation level was quietly rising, but the speed of this rise was slow.

"The soul in my sea of ​​consciousness has fallen to that point, but now it still maintains its own consciousness. The injuries she has suffered are thousands of times more painful than what I am going through now." Rong Qing realized that she had underestimated Shen Zhanyan. What a mistake.

Relying on the power of sword will, she was able to fight against opponents of higher ranks without any hindrance. Now, the backlash of sword will finally fell on her.

"I want to become a god, or even surpass them. I can't lose here."

There was madness in her eyes.

While venting her pain, Rong Qing endured the fog using her meridians as its playground, rushing over them wantonly and running rampant.

These mists were already active, and now that they were in a strange place, they were even more stimulated.

Playground?
No, it's a battlefield!
Those whispers, roars, and hisses. Thirteen main meridians, twenty-four secondary meridians, Rong Qing's most advantageous all-through meridians compared to others, is an extremely complex and huge spiritual power vein. But these swarming mists have already traveled around it.

Even more, the mist that continuously poured in entangled with each other, forming a series of forces. Using this huge meridian as a battlefield, they attacked each other and set off wars again and again. Pu Yu, Xiu Gong, Han Yuan... Nest Feicui. Each main meridian and each secondary meridian had multiple forces.

Rong Qing found that she had no way to refine it. Mist was not spiritual energy after all. The only thing she could do was to endure it.

These mists will "die", and the dead ones will spontaneously merge into the meridians, making these meridians stronger.

It is like the soil, which is affected by war, trampled and torn, but the flesh and blood left behind by the fallen soldiers nourishes it and makes it more fertile.

The fog was fighting in the meridians, and some of it was damaged. However, the fog that was everywhere in the Ten Thousand Laws Stele Forest was its best backup. Theoretically speaking, this process could not be stopped. Unless Rong Qing's meridians could no longer withstand the excessive pressure.

"A whole moment has passed." Rong Qing could feel that the barrier was right in front of her.

The golden elixir is perfected, and once you reach it, you will reach the Nascent Soul!

……

Yan Wuji walked steadily in the lead-gray mist.

"Since I entered the Forest of Ten Thousand Laws Stele, I have encountered two magic steles and one law stele." He frowned, "Although I dare not compare my luck with His Highness the Sequence of the Venerable Realm, is it possible that I can't even encounter a Tao stele?"

Even though Yan Wuji was confident that he was the most talented among the gods in Xuanfeng Realm, luck was something that was hard to explain. If he really argued with them, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

There are such geniuses in history. Their comprehension is really top-notch, but their luck is also extremely bad. Before coming to the Forest of All Dharma Steles, he was said to have planted three Dao seeds, and one of them even had a mark recognized by the origin. Even for such a person with extraordinary comprehension, he came to the Forest of Steles for three years, but encountered very few Dharma and Art Steles. Even when the time quota was about to run out, a Dao Stele came, as if unwillingly.

Yan Wuji was still frightened just thinking about this possibility.

"Forget it." Although he was waiting for the Dao Monument, he would not waste his time walking. "According to the agreement, I have to improve the cultivation of this body by at least one small realm."

The male cultivator's body he was staying in was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul. He only needed to improve to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul to complete the agreement.

"However, since this is the body that I, Yan Wuji, inhabit, how can it only be improved to a small realm?"

The meridians were opened, and the mist swarmed around the body. This body was not connected to Rong Qing's full meridians, but only the Yi Ze main meridian corresponding to the fire spirit root was opened. This meant that... after the mist came in, it would forcefully open up the blocked meridians. Even if it could not be fully opened, it would open up a very small path for the mist to flow.

This process was actually more painful than what Rong Qing was going through now, but Yan Wuji didn't even frown, and there was not a single mistake in his steps forward.

A large amount of lead-gray mist moved along with his steps.

And in the distance, almost at the limit of its spiritual awareness, there was an open space formed by the dissipation of fog.

There are people who are also absorbing mist to improve their cultivation.

However, Yan Wuji didn't care. After all, every Divine Transformation cultivator who came in had to do this, so did he have to care about every one of them?

Two quarters of an hour later, "Middle stage of Nascent Soul." Yan Wuji certainly would not stop there, "It will take longer to reach the Nascent Soul stage."

He estimated that it would take an hour.

At the same time, a faint sound of muffled thunder was heard from the other end of the open space, and was transmitted in all directions with the help of the scattered fog.

“This fluctuation…” Yan Wuji’s eyes flashed, and his steps paused slightly. “Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation. Although there are tens of thousands of other worlds’ Divine Transformation here besides this group of people, there are very few who have less than Nascent Soul bodies.”

There were only a few of them in Yan Wuji's group, and one of them was the body that Shen Zhanyan wanted to inhabit.

"Is it you, Shen Zhanyan..." Yan Wuji stopped. If there is a destiny, the Dao Monument will come by itself. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you go or not.

Although he said he was disdainful of Shen Zhanyan, the other person's eyes were too similar to his, so he actually took her seriously in his heart.

Electric snakes came from all directions, looming in the thick fog. In Yan Wuji's sight, they quickly converged towards the target.

“The thunder in the area where the Forest of All Laws Stele is located is very different from that in other places. It can merge with the mist and directly enter the human meridians.” Yan Wuji whispered.

"Now, it's just nine white thunderbolts." That is, the most basic thunderbolt derived from the thunder tribulation. No matter who wants to survive the thunder tribulation, they must face it.

After just one hour, the number of thunderbolts in the mist increased again. There was even a "pop" sound when the mist collided.

"Eighty-one white thunderbolts." Yan Wuji said slowly. "... a little slow."

He was not surprised that Shen Zhanyan would enter the second stage of the thunder tribulation. Now he wanted to compete to see who could bring more luck to the body that was hosting her.

Two hours passed as the fog rolled and the thunder and lightning roared endlessly.

"Half-step to Divine Transformation." This is the transition stage from Nascent Soul to Divine Transformation, but it is also a stage with a special name because it involves thunder tribulations.

Yan Wuji gritted his teeth, and the look of endurance of pain appeared on his face no longer under his control.

The intensity of the pain kept increasing, and now, it was beginning to approach his endurance limit.

He could hear thunderous sounds coming from a very far distance. They were his war drums.

“See which level of change I can trigger… Eternity, Dongxu, years, or the most incredible one…” Yan Wuji’s voice suddenly stopped.

The eighty-one white thunderbolts that had been roaring towards the clearing completely disappeared. Even the murmuring sounds that had been in the mist disappeared.

It was incredibly quiet.

A flash of blood suddenly appeared in Yan Wuji's eyes and then disappeared, as if it was an illusion.

(End of this chapter)