Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

In the wilderness.

The night was as deep as water, a bright moon rose from the west, slowly gliding across the sky, and then gradually falling towards the east.

The moon gradually sank to the east, and the sky slowly brightened.

In the distant east sky, a hint of fish-belly white rose.

At that moment.

In the dim cave.

"It’s here!"

Jiang Ning, who was sitting like a statue, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

He sensed an abrupt change occurring within the Spirit Platform.

The mixed mass, wrapped in dense Yin Yang Mysterious Light, which was slowly rotating, suddenly stopped moving.

Immediately, an indescribable tremor emanated from the deepest part of the Dao fetus.

It was as if an ancient god awoke, or like the first heartbeat at the dawn of creation.

Deep, vast, carrying the magnificent power to open up everything.

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

Each heartbeat, each pulse, resonated with his entire body.

His blood surged like a great river breaking its banks, his bones hummed like metal striking jade, his organs shook, and his meridians quivered together.

His entire body slightly trembled with this heartbeat originating from the essence of his soul.

In the cave, uncontrolled golden light and purple Qi emitted from his pores, intertwining and illuminating the stone walls with brilliant colors.

The surface of the underground river beneath him rippled with fine ripples due to this invisible rhythm.

The sea of consciousness in the Spirit Platform was now turbulent and stormy.

The Yin Yang Mysterious Light that originally enveloped the Dao fetus suddenly flared to the extreme.

Black and white light crazily flowed, collided, and melded, forming a rapidly spinning huge vortex of light.

At the center of the light vortex, the surface of the mixed mass began to reveal fine craquelure like a spider web.

The cracks were not chaotic but manifested in a mysterious trajectory, faintly outlining the silhouette of the Tai Chi Yin Yang fish, resembling the manifestation of Dao pattern when heaven and earth first divided.

The speed of crack propagation accelerated, accompanied by the increasingly clear and intense tremor from within.

Jiang Ning’s Heart Spirit completely immersed into it, eliminating all distractions, using all spiritual senses to feel and welcome the final transformation nurtured for an unknown time.

He knew, the Primordial Spirit breaking the fetus, was at this moment.

"Crack—"

A slight sound was heard.

Though slight, it pierced straight to the depths of the soul.

A main crack first penetrated the surface of the Dao fetus.

Instantly, an indescribable brilliant light burst from the crack.

The light was neither black nor white, neither gold nor purple, displaying a primordial color at the start of chaos, where Yin and Yang were not yet distinguished.

Clear, pure, yet containing infinite possibilities for the evolution of all things.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The sound of shattering formed a continuous piece, with the shell of the Dao fetus peeling off in the light, transforming into crystalline raindrops of light, merging into the surrounding rotating Yin Yang Mysterious Light.

The next moment, the shell was completely gone.

At the core of the light, a tiny figure, reduced countless fold and identical to Jiang Ning in appearance, sat quietly cross-legged.

The tiny figure was entirely crystalline like jade, with black and white Qi flowing beneath its skin, and a faint chaotic halo occasionally visible at its brow center.

With eyes tightly closed, the face serene, yet exuding a transcendent and aloof aura, overlooking all beings.

This was his Primordial Spirit!

Vaguely, he saw the Primordial Spirit figure surrounded by nine layers of Yin Yang Mysterious Light.

Hazy and ambiguous.

Yet, it truly existed.

At this moment, looking at the Primordial Spirit figure in the Spirit Platform, he felt immense joy in his heart.

After countless efforts, he finally completed the final transformation of his Divine Soul, ultimately birthing the Yin Yang Primordial Spirit at this moment.

The initially formed Primordial Spirit seemed to still adapt to this brand new form of existence.

It slightly moved its fingers, its eyelids slightly quivered.

The next moment, those tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!

There were no pupils, nor white of the eyes.

In the left eye, a scorching pure white light like a Great Sun slowly rotated, supremely yang and rigid, capable of incinerating all things.

In the right eye, a cold and dim halo like a bright moon quietly flowed, supremely yin and soft, capable of freezing the void.

At the moment when the Yin Yang dual eyes opened and closed.

"Boom!!!"

An invisible terrifying force erupted with Jiang Ning’s cave as the center, sweeping in all directions!

Beyond the cave, within a radius of ten miles, birds and beasts vanished, insects lay dormant. Towering ancient trees moved without wind, branches and leaves rustled as if bowing to some supreme existence.

Mountain rocks faintly trembled, veins of Spiritual Energy frenziedly converged, forming a visible vortex of Spiritual Energy above the cave, black and white intertwined, slowly rotating, reaching sky and earth.

The scenery inside the cave was even more terrifying.

Jiang Ning’s physical body sat motionless, yet at the center of his brow, a tiny crystalline figure, an inch high, took a step forward.

The tiny figure grew with the wind, in an instant transforming to Jiang Ning’s full height, levitating three feet above his head.

The Primordial Spirit was out of the body!

At this moment, the body of the Primordial Spirit was more solid and brilliant than what was seen internally.

The entire body shrouded in a layer of hazy chaotic halo, with Yin Yang Qi like two lively dragons, layers upon layers of Yin Yang Mysterious Light unfolding, seeming like nine layers, yet like countless layers.

Accompanied with faint purple Qi.

Left eye blazing white, right eye dim and dark, wherever its gaze swept, space seemed to ripple slightly, the boundary between matter and energy blurred.

The Primordial Spirit looked down, overlooking its own physical body below.

That body, having undergone countless refinements, possessing traits such as the Great Sun Divine Body and Dragon and Tiger Golden Core, and just now consuming Dragon Origin and masses of flood dragon blood and flesh, could be considered a treasure body on earth; yet, in the perception of the Primordial Spirit, it seemed somewhat "heavy," somewhat "sluggish," as if bound by something invisible.

It was a feeling of sluggishness as if stuck in a quagmire.