Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Nourishing Spirit involves nurturing not the Primordial Spirit, but Divine Abilities.

Body Refining Martial Arts does not focus on the Primordial Spirit. Rather, Body Refining Martial Arts relies on strengthening the physical body to nourish the Primordial Spirit, ultimately, the foundation for the Primordial Spirit’s enhancement is the body itself.

Of course, this might also relate to Body Refining Martial Arts not valuing Comprehension heavily, as practitioners of Body Refining are often labeled as brute warriors, while cultivating the Primordial Spirit is delicate and requires Comprehension.

"Add Scripture of the Three Emperors!"

Wei Fan quickly gathered his thoughts, and his interface started to shimmer.

Inside his Sea of Consciousness, the Primordial Spirit’s three eyes opened simultaneously, emitting golden light, with the Divine Ring bright and intertwining behind it.

The Dao, seven to eight zhang tall, continued to rise at an observable pace, its tendrils delving into various Daos, absorbing their power for growth.

"The speed is slower than before!"

Wei Fan had anticipated this; the Scripture of the Three Emperors perfected after incorporating the Earth Emperor’s Saint Slaying Technique nearly rivaled the Martial Emperor Technique, compressing his previously nine-hundred-zhang Dao down to seven hundred zhang, making it sturdier and more condensed.

In the past, every hundred years of Martial Saint’s Power could condense a Dao ten zhang high, but now it might take more.

[With four thousand five hundred years of Martial Saint’s Power, your Dao has reached a thousand zhang, achieving Dao Condensation Perfection]

Indeed, it had increased, now requiring a hundred and fifty years of Martial Saint’s Power to add ten zhang.

Upon achieving Dao Condensation Perfection, Wei Fan didn’t stop, as he aimed to breakthrough directly to the Dharma Realm.

Lately, he faced considerable pressure; his cultivation was no longer sufficient. Though he’d slain many Dharma Martial Saints and Dharma Demon Saints, it was mostly due to luck — those Dharma experts had only just broken through. Against someone who had been cultivating in the Dharma Realm for hundreds or even thousands of years, he likely wouldn’t stand a chance.

In the Condensing Dao Realm, the Dao reaches Perfection at a thousand zhang, while the Dharma Realm requires the Dao to consolidate to four thousand zhang for Perfection.

The Dharma experts he encountered only had Daos around a thousand zhang, but if they were two or three thousand zhang, he wouldn’t be a match.

A thousand zhang is a limit; once reached, even if Martial Saint’s Power continues to deplete, the Dao ceases to grow.

Wei Fan held his breath and focused his mind, perceiving the rules within the Great Dao, continuously running the Scripture of the Three Emperors in his mind as the Celestial Sound of Dao resounded throughout his Sea of Consciousness.

[With five thousand one hundred years of Martial Saint’s Power, the Scripture of the Three Emperors has achieved a breakthrough, and you have entered the Dharma Realm]

"Boom!"

After spending six hundred years of Martial Saint’s Power to grind through the bottleneck between Condensing Dao and the Dharma Realm, upon reaching the critical point, his Dao finally transformed.

The thousand-zhang Dao began to grow again, emitting resplendent, multicolored rays, its tentacle-like branches becoming sturdier, as the power of the Great Dao was frantically absorbed.

At the same time, something like tendrils sprouted at the roots, climbing towards his Primordial Spirit and entwining around the Divine Ring.

In an instant, the essence of the Dao flowed into his Primordial Spirit, and Dao Fragments passed through his heart, causing the Primordial Spirit to expand in size.

Wei Fan’s mind felt ethereal, merging with the Dao, and his entire Sea of Consciousness trembled as if the heavens were being opened, expanding, with the Primordial Spirit growing rapidly as if suppressing a world like a Divine Mansion.

[With six thousand years of Martial Saint’s Power, your Dao stands at a thousand and thirty zhang]

[Scripture of the Three Emperors (Dharma Realm)]

[Ordinary Power: 5.31 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 6000 years]

Upon breaking through to the Dharma Realm, a powerful thought surged in Wei Fan’s heart: if he were to face Yuan Tiansheng, the Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape, again, he wouldn’t need the Five Emperors Fist or Physical Strength to suppress the Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape.

The light receded, and the Primordial Spirit calmed down, yet the tendrils remained entangled around the Primordial Spirit.

Wei Fan frowned instead, realizing that the further he cultivated, the more power was required.

In the Dharma Realm, the power needed to condense the Dao doubled, now needing three hundred years of Martial Saint’s Power to condense ten zhang of Dao.

Considering the Dharma Realm requires consolidating the Dao to four thousand zhang, he would need nine thousand years of Martial Saint’s Power to reach Dharma Realm Perfection. Even if he slew only Dharma Demon Saints, it would take slaying thirty to amass that much Martial Saint’s Power.

Locating thirty Dharma experts, let alone killing them, is exceedingly difficult.

Most importantly, he still needs to practice Body Refining, which requires nearly as much Martial Saint’s Power. It’s no wonder most Saint Realm powerhouses tend to struggle within the Condensing Dao Realm all their lives.

"I wonder if the remaining six thousand years of Martial Saint’s Power can enable the Nine-Nine True Skill to break through to the Divine Containment Realm..."

As he pondered, his interface once again flickered.

[With one year of Martial Saint’s Power, as you cultivate the Nine-Nine True Skill, you aspire for a breakthrough to the Divine Containment...]

Wei Fan’s mind sank within himself, as the mark of the Nine-Nine True Skill burst forth with brilliance, vast waves of Thunder surging out, permeating throughout his body.

In his mind, the actions from the fifty-seventh diagram emerged, resonating with the wondrous Celestial Sound of the Dao.

In an instant, his previously dormant Primordial Spirit opened its three eyes once more, stretching its Wind and Thunder Wings, releasing the power of Wind and Thunder to further refine his body.

He always felt there was a connection between the Nine-Nine True Skill and the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations, but up to now, the two techniques hadn’t produced any substantial change. At most, while cultivating the Nine-Nine True Skill, the Primordial Spirit cultivated by the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations would revitalize alongside.

The addition of Wind and Thunder Power made the refinement even more fierce.

Wei Fan’s body radiated light, and the mystical Great Dao patterns emerged, beginning self-evolution.

He had studied other Body Refining Martial Arts; in other methods, the Great Dao patterns are carved through one’s spirit, meaning what is cultivated is identical to the creator, without any distinction.

However, Nine-Nine True Skill is different. The Great Dao patterns are naturally evolved, resulting in different outcomes even if two people practice Nine-Nine True Skill; their strengths may vary greatly.

Will Power swept across his entire body, refining it in a special manner, as the Great Dao patterns continuously evolved, becoming increasingly profound and complex.

At a certain moment, a sense of Perfection arose in Wei Fan’s heart; he knew he had reached Dao Condensation Perfection, and the Great Dao patterns’ evolution came to a halt.

At this moment, his body seemed like the Kui Treasure of the Dao, the vessel of the Dao, overflowing with Dao Yun, exquisitely profound, with mysterious forces flowing backwards, nurturing the Primordial Spirit.

Wei Fan disregarded these things, fully immersed in the profundity of the body’s Perfection, comprehending various mysteries, listening to the Celestial Sound from the True Skill Mark.

This was an experience and realization different from condensing the Great Dao; it was a process of understanding oneself. Only by knowing oneself in depth could he conceive his own Divine Abilities.

This is also where Nine-Nine True Skill differs from other Body Refining Techniques; in those, during the Divine Containment Realm, the Divine Abilities are akin to those of the technique’s creator, inspired by and learning from predecessors.

While in Nine-Nine True Skill at this realm, what kind of Divine Abilities could be conceived is unknown.

This process requires the body to be refined to the pinnacle, and when the body breaks through its limits, a Divine Ability emerges naturally within.

Wei Fan gradually lost consciousness, his perception of the outside world fading away, as his Primordial Spirit glowed with golden light, his awareness surging like tides from the Primordial Spirit, converging in his chest, forming a dazzling light point.

The point was deep and vast, like an endless abyss devouring everything, as Wei Fan’s awareness continued to flow into it with no way to fill it.

It seemed like the origin of the Dao, the beginning of all, bursting with vitality, creating an attraction.

The Great Dao patterns on Wei Fan’s body were drawn to this, beginning to detach, one after another, into the point, disappearing, transforming him into mere flesh and blood.

He felt nothing about this.

"Boom!"

At a certain moment, a thunderous sound resided in Wei Fan’s mind, akin to creation itself.

The point on his chest quivered, as if stuffed and started to regurgitate things, consciousness returning to the Primordial Spirit, while the absorbed Great Dao patterns rushed back into his flesh.

Upon closer inspection, these patterns had transformed, becoming more profound and mysterious, seemingly forming into Dao symbols.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

With each wave of Great Dao patterns returning, each etched back into his flesh, was like a hammer blow to Wei Fan, his body trembled, bloodied but raw, while life force emerged to strengthen injured areas.

Wei Fan regained awareness, gritting his teeth.

He realized he had transcended the Divine Containment Realm, undergoing the final step of transformation.

[Six thousand years of Martial Saint’s Power, Nine-Nine True Skill breakthrough, you have conceived a Divine Power Seed within.]

[Nine-Nine True Skill · Fifty-Seventh Illustration (Perfection)]

[Ordinary Power: 5.31 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: None]

The abundant forces surged within him, as the transforming Great Dao patterns continued slowly modifying his flesh.

"Almost akin to a High-Level Saint Soldier!"

Even a strand of Wei Fan’s hair emitted the aura of Dao, yet he remained unconcerned with his increased strength.

The primary concern in the Divine Containment Realm is birthing a unique Divine Ability, the most crucial matter; now just a Divine Power Seed emerged, not yet even a nascent form of Divine Ability.

He released his Heart Spirit to carefully sense the chest area, perceiving little more than a mysterious vast aura.

"Hope this Divine Ability is strong!"

Of course, what might be born could be useless, like the innate Divine Abilities of the Flood Dragon race controlling storms and rains, seemingly godlike but essentially insignificant.

However, Wei Fan was still hopeful, as the Flood Dragon’s abilities were bloodline bestowed, while his were postnatal cultivated, flesh ascended to divine, entirely different circumstances.

Moreover, seldom did one hear of a Body Refining Martial Artist developing a trivial Divine Ability; generally, they’re extremely potent; otherwise, they wouldn’t hold such high status, deemed invincible among peers.

Of course, his Divine Ability’s birth was still distant; this realm, known as Nourishing Spirit, entails all practice devoted to cultivating Divine Abilities, demanding immense effort and energy investment.

The True Skill Mark had calmed, thunder vanished, as the evolved Great Dao patterns persisted slowly fortifying his flesh; this process wasn’t a task for the short term.

Wei Fan withdrew his array setup, observing it was already the next day.

He exited the room, arriving at the inn’s dining area, where Li Jianchen and several others were already seated.