104 Great Opportunity (1/2)
The moment her body exploded, Ming Yue found herself back inside the large hall, seated in front of the statue.
Staring at the beautiful sculpture, she found some words carved at the bottom of it. Slender strokes that had the same grace as the figure in the statue
”Yong Zi Zai, Sect Leader and Founder of the San Guang Sect, Fairy of the Radiant Moon. In her greatest battle, she fought her sister, Yong Zi You, the Lord General of the Xia, popularly known as the General of the Storm. After defeating her sister, Yong Zi Zai led her sect in a successful rebellion against the Xia Empire, forming her own alliance made from small kingdoms and other secular powers. It is said that her only regret in life was never being able to reconcile with her sister. She died within the grounds of her sect as the Warlord Age was nearing its end. Her famed Four Nights Swordplay was taught to future sect leaders but never executed at the level that she showed. Both sisters had reached the Immortal Rank before perishing.”
”The Immortal Rank!” Ming Yue read, ”That is a battle between Immortal Rank experts!”
It was nothing short of amazing!
To think that she had witnessed a battle between the strongest was an opportunity unlike any other.
She did not squander anymore time, taking out and eating her last Three Thought Pill. She sat down and began cultivating. If there was any good time to do so it would be now. Witnessing such a grand battle had given her much to think about not to mention, her body was beginning to show signs of breaking through. With all of these factors in play, she was almost certain that she could charge past the seventh level and into the eighth.
The Three Thought Pill boosted her mental capabilities by a large margin.
As her inner force cycled through her body, there were numerous minuscule cracks in her meridians and it dispersed into them. Breaking down and healing over and over again, her body experienced large amounts of pain as it began a new rebirth.
While her body continued to cultivate, her mind was busy tinkering away. She lacked understanding of the world, how it works, all of the little differences. What is thunder and lightning? Why do we have so many types of wind? How does fire work? Why does a sword cut the way it does? What do all of these things represent? In the end, what was the Dao?
All of these little intricacies, these mysteries of the world that she needed to understand, she calmly meditated on. She replayed the battle of the Yong Sisters over and over again, studying the way they moved. Experiencing something firsthand was over hundred times better than reading the words off of a book or listening to a lecture. The others were in a similar state, comprehending and cultivating. As time went by, they woke up one by one, returning to the entrance with the Six Pillars and the others. Only Ming Yue remained and the Violet Revenant watched her closely.
Her body exuded a red mist that circled around her. Her breath was slow and calm.
This was a sign of the eighth level!
The Human Realm was where cultivators refined their own bodies, ridding it of impurities and tempering it. As they progress from the first to the ninth level, the process becomes much more precise. From refining the skin and bones to each and every single fiber of her being, the seventh level refined her meridians while the eighth refined her blood.
The ninth level would refine the only thing that has yet to be touched, your own energy. By condensing it and filling the twelve meridians of the body, it would slowly condense into a more physical form. From its gaseous form, it would slowly become drops, filling those meridians like a bottle.
Right now, Ming Yue had just entered the eighth level and had considerable slowed down. With each breath, the bloody mist would return to her body, nourishing it.
Her eyes slowly opened, the aura in her body had rescinded. She was like a hidden blade, quiet yet ready. She had cultivated for a whole month, managing to achieve what would've been a year's worth.