Starting Cultivation During a Trip

From sects and clans below, to nations and peoples above, all resemble a colossal entity, possessing a common will, integrating endless individuals.

At this moment, they seem like a different kind of being, both loose and cohesive, scattered yet unified.

In this world, if there existed such a technique...

"He who can unify all techniques is the True King of the Great Dao!?"

It was late at night. Zhang Fan sat at the head of his bed, recalling the words of Zhou Yi during the day, as the bright moonlight spilled through the window onto him.

"Zhang Fan, what are you thinking about?"

Beside him, Chen Ji’s Primordial Spirit drifted over, whispering in Zhang Fan’s ear.

"I want to go out," Zhang Fan murmured.

"Missing your parents?" Ge Shuangxiu’s head poked down from the top bunk.

Zhang Fan had been in Sanqi Orphanage for nearly a year, and most of the newly arrived kids occasionally had such feelings.

"With your level of cultivation, you can’t even light the incense on that divine statue; stop dreaming." Ge Shuangxiu immediately brought Zhang Fan back to reality.

"You’re not even as good as me!" Zhang Fan glanced sideways.

Since he arrived, apart from Zhou Yi who hadn’t awakened, he had sparred with almost everyone, except for Ge Shuangxiu, who he had never seen make a move.

"I cultivate a different technique; even I can’t suppress it. If I used it, I’m afraid I’d hurt you," Ge Shuangxiu grinned faintly.

"Nonsense!"

A murmur drifted from Rosen’s bed.

"Zhang Fan, if you want to go out, wait until I figure it out,"

Ji Suanpan sat on his bed, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the worn compass in his hand.

"I have an idea."

Suddenly, Zhang Fan spoke.

"Hmm?"

"What idea?"

Rosen, Chen Ji, Ge Shuangxiu, and Ji Suan gathered around Zhang Fan’s bed.

Zhang Fan sat up straight, sweeping his gaze over each face, and spoke softly, "I have a technique that can use thoughts as medicine to strengthen the Primordial Spirit."

As soon as he spoke, everyone’s expression changed dramatically, looking at each other.

Thoughts are the great taboo of cultivation, the great tribulation of the Primordial Spirit. Using thoughts as medicine to strengthen the Primordial Spirit is unbelievably absurd, unheard of.

"The most fearsome thing in the world, the Divine Demon Holy Embryo!?"

At this moment, only Ji Suan among the children pushed up his glasses, exclaiming in shock and disbelief as he looked at Zhang Fan.

"What kind of technique is this? Using thoughts as medicine, so dangerous?" Chen Ji couldn’t help but speak.

"No wonder you dare claim to surpass me."

Rosen looked at Zhang Fan with deep meaning, then said solemnly, "Looks like you haven’t mastered it."

"It’s not that easy," Zhang Fan shook his head.

"My power alone is ultimately limited, so you guys need to help me."

"How can we help?" Ge Shuangxiu asked.

"Feed me with your thoughts," Zhang Fan clenched his small fists tightly, as if he had made a certain decision.

As soon as he said it, everyone fell silent.

Thoughts are the great taboo of the Primordial Spirit. The higher the cultivation, the more terrifying the thoughts. Once chaotic thoughts arise, it is a great tribulation.

Zhang Fan’s idea is simply adding fuel to the fire. If lucky, it would be a step forward, reborn from the ashes.

If unlucky, it would be self-immolation, never to recover.

"Perhaps we should reconsider; it’s too dangerous without absolute certainty," Ji Suan pushed up his glasses, speaking gravely.

"What is absolutely certain in this world? As long as there’s fifty or sixty percent chance of success, it’s worth the risk," Zhang Fan said resolutely.

"Will you help me?"

Zhang Fan’s gaze swept over everyone.

"Alright, if you’re willing to take the risk, I’ll definitely back you up," Chen Ji’s Primordial Spirit floated lightly.

"Two strokes make a cross, one force two points make action," Rosen said.

"Let’s do it!"

"Let’s give it a try."

Everyone was immediately on board. With Zhang Fan taking the biggest risk, the others naturally wouldn’t chicken out.

"When do we start?" Ji Suan asked.

"Tomorrow!"

The entire day, Zhang Fan shut himself in the dormitory, adjusting himself to his best state.

At this moment, he still had no certainty regarding the Divine Demon Holy Embryo.

Dusk had come, the setting sun blood-like.

Zhang Fan walked out from the rundown dormitory building of Sanqi Orphanage, heading towards the headless, eight-armed divine statue.

Rosen, Chen Ji, Ji Suan, and Ge Shuangxiu followed closely.

On the steps in front of the building, Zhou Yi, who had been watching ants, slowly raised his head, watching as they got closer to the eight-armed, headless divine statue.

"Look, what’s the group from room 203 up to?"

"Do they want to offer a sacrifice and light incense?"

"Tsk, yet another group of crazy ones at it again, this should be entertaining."

Inside the dormitory building, crowds gathered, figures congregating at the windows, watching the scene unfold in the plaza, observing the commotion.

"Brothers, don’t lose face," Rosen said quietly.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, finally arriving in front of the eight-armed, headless divine statue.

The seemingly ordinary divine statue seemed to harbor a mysterious power, just by getting close, his Primordial Spirit felt deeply pressured.

This was like a heavenly chasm, barring the entrance of Sanqi Orphanage, blocking everyone’s path.

Sigh...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit emerged, manifesting before the eight-armed, headless divine statue.

In this orphanage, apart from Zhou Yi, every pair of eyes could clearly see the weak Primordial Spirit before the statue, hovering uncertainly like an ephemeral insect.

An invisible wave radiated out, pressuring Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

Rumble...

Suddenly, Rosen, Chen Ji, Ge Shuangxiu, Ji Suan all had their Primordial Spirits emerge, standing behind Zhang Fan.

"Hmm? What’s this group up to?"

"Queueing for suicide?"

"Crazy... the group from room 203 is all crazy; good thing Zhou Yi hasn’t awakened his Primordial Spirit and didn’t join their madness."

Inside the dormitory building, everyone was abuzz.

Seeing solo suicide attempts was common, but a team effort for group extinction was a first.