Chapter 66 - Chapter 66: Chapter 64: Tianyuan Shocks the World 1 (1/2)
Chapter 66: Chapter 64: Tianyuan Shocks the World 1
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“It’s hard to say, after all, I haven’t crossed hands with the Ninth Level of
Profound Heart Realm. Do you really know the strength of the Ninth Level of Profound Heart Realm? In my view, the distinction between strength and weakness doesn’t rely on realm, but on who the opponent is.”
Fang Wang replied, weighing his own strength in his heart.
Don’t let his age of just twenty-six fool you; he had spent over one thousand five hundred years cultivating those peerless techniques, and his strength could no longer be defined by his realm.
However, his current goal was to break through to the Profound Heart Realm.
Having already reached the eighth level of the Spirit Elixir Realm, he naturally aimed to charge straight into the Profound Heart Realm, where he would have the confidence to face all manner of formidable enemies and dangers.
Afterward, he could spend time on tasks to increase his contribution beyond that of Lu Yuanjun and seize the position of the leading disciple, becoming a candidate for Sect Leader.
Such a move would not only be about revenge but would also bring more benefits to his family.
What is cultivation, after all, if not aptitude, but more importantly, fortune? What is fortune?
Resources are fortune!
Xiao Zi flattered, “Young master is right. With your talent, another hundred years of cultivation would be enough to dominate the world. Surely now is not the time for carelessness.”
After leaving the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven, it learned of Fang Wang’s age and the time he had spent cultivating, which came as a great shock to it.
After ten years of cultivation, it wasn’t even at the level of a spirit demon… let alone defeating a Demon King.
Because of this, it now had high hopes for Fang Wang.
In the various secret realms of the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven, it had seen many ancient marvels, fully aware of how difficult attaining immortality was, that once in a thousand years would someone become an immortal, and those who did were always individuals with peerless talent and boundless fortune.
Fang Wang’s talent astounded it, and his fortune was even less in need of elaboration, especially considering the gains he made within the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven.
The Golden Scale White Feather Robe, the Demon King’s Demon Pill, and that mysterious wall—it seriously suspected that Fang Wang had already learned the mysterious inheritance from the wall.
Such a great thigh must be held tight—if Fang Wang were to become an immortal, wouldn’t it also ascend to heaven on a chicken’s back?
Fang Wang took out the black flood dragon’s demon core from his storage bag, handed it to Xiao Zi, and said, “This demon core isn’t needed for now. When I decide to use it later, slaying a Demon King won’t be difficult. It’s better to give it to you. While I cultivate, you must also strive to become stronger. In a few years, you and I will traverse the world together and strive to become living legends. ”
“Thank you, young master. I will go through fire and water for you from now on!”
Xiao Zi was extremely excited and twined its tail around the demon core, licking it twice with a fascinated expression.
“Strive to transform into a dragon, then I’ll be the Divine Dragon Immortal Monarch.”
“Divine Dragon Immortal Monarch? That sounds so domineering. I will definitely cultivate hard so that I can carry the young master in the future.”
“It’s ride the dragon, not carry the dragon!”
“What’s the difference?”
The two of them chatted, dreaming of future possibilities.
Zhou Xue had advised Fang Wang to put aside his hatred for now and focus on cultivation. Listening to her, it seemed she was right. His greatest advantage was his speed in cultivation. As long as he kept getting stronger, not to mention revenge, it would not be difficult for him to have the final say in the affairs of the Great Abyss Gate one day.
As long as he was powerful enough, Lu Yuanjun, Zhao Zhen, whether they were righteous or evil, would be at his command!
Time flew like an arrow, and Fang Wang, who barely left his home, continued to seclude himself. After Fang Hanyu left that day, he had never come to visit again, and the other Fang Family Disciples didn’t dare to disturb him either.
Nearly two more years had passed.
Fang Wang’s cultivation finally reached the ninth level of the Spirit Elixir Realm. The last level of the Spirit Elixir Realm was much harder to cultivate than the previous levels, but fortunately, his Solaris Scripture was a superior technique.
The Profound Heart Realm was different from the Spirit Elixir Realm as it didn’t rely on external things but mainly on comprehending the natural world, allowing one’s heart to condense into the Profound Heart—what is the
Profound Heart but the heart that understands the profound mysteries of the Dao.
The Profound Heart Realm is a first-class realm within the Da Qi Cultivation World. As for the even higher Condensation Spirit Realm, that was an extremely rare existence, seldom encountered.
Breaking through to the Profound Heart Realm required insight and destiny.
One day, Fang Wang rarely stepped out of his cave dwelling, walking to the edge of a cliff to enjoy the magnificent scenery of the Great Abyss Gate; Xiao Zi followed over his shoulder and wriggled into his chest, peeking out its snakehead.
Eight years of cultivation had completely transformed Xiao Zi into a purple snake, its scales reflecting an unusual cold light under the sun.
At the height of summer, with the scorching sun suspended in the sky, the ten peaks of the Great Abyss Gate were not shrouded in fog, all revealing their bodies, soaring into the clouds, majestic and imposing. One glance at them lifted the spirits.
The ten peaks surrounded the Sect’s Main City like a pair of hands cradling it. From where Fang Wang stood, he could see the figures of various sect disciples flying on their swords, and long lines of cranes sailing past in groups.
“It would be nice to keep cultivating like this.”
Fang Wang suddenly reflected, removed from worldly affairs, temporarily forgetting vengeance, wholeheartedly engaged in cultivation—wasn’t this the life of cultivation he had fantasized about?