Transcending the Nine Heavens

Inside the Amethyst Cave, spiritual energy flowed endlessly, dense enough to almost turn into liquid, madly pouring into Chu Yang’s body without rest.

However, Chu Yang’s Nine Heavens Divine Skill operated slowly yet steadily, like an extremely precise, rule-abiding machine, only kicking into high gear at critical moments to absorb...

Thus, Chu Yang fell into this repetitive cycle: one moment, his body felt completely empty, and the next, it was about to burst, with meridians beginning to swell outward, even his muscles bulging...

Then, in the next moment, it returned to feeling completely empty again...

At this point, the Nine Heavens Divine Skill had completely transformed into a bottomless pit!

It was slowly, greedily consuming the spiritual energy from the Amethyst Cave.

Eventually, Chu Yang simply let go: fine, since it poses no threat to my life and I won’t need it... I’ll just take a break, do as you please.

Chu Yang decided to conduct an internal examination, observing the changes of the primordial silk within his dantian.

After about an hour, Chu Yang finally discovered that the color of the primordial silk had stabilized at an extremely vibrant and eye-catching level, no longer changing.

Then, as the next wave of incoming spiritual energy gradually accumulated, a strand of primordial silk, as fine as a hair, began to appear...

Chu Yang watched with great interest as this new strand of primordial silk slowly unfurled with excruciating slowness, gradually elongating, thickening, and swelling (damn it, why do I feel something is off about these sentences?)...

Eventually, it stabilized to a normal thickness, its color shifting from a dull purple to a bright hue...

Chu Yang finally understood something: “Sword Spirit, I get it.”

The Sword Spirit was taken aback: “What did you understand?”

“I understand why the Nine Heavens Divine Skill operates so slowly and ineffectively in this world.” Chu Yang said seriously: “It turns out that the spiritual energy of this world simply cannot support the normal operation of the Nine Heavens Divine Skill.”

The Sword Spirit rubbed its nose, perplexed: “I remember... I’ve told you this reason before…”

Chu Yang was astonished: “You mentioned it?”

The Sword Spirit was also surprised: “Didn't I say it?”

Chu Yang pressed: “Did you say it?”

Under Chu Yang's clear, questioning gaze, the Sword Spirit felt its thoughts become muddled, and finally conceded: “Fine. Let’s say I never said it.”

Chu Yang glared: “You never said it at all! What do you mean, let’s say you never said it?”

The Sword Spirit felt like it was going to vomit blood.

Then Chu Yang continued: “Last time, you only introduced the primordial silk…” Suddenly recalling that although the Sword Spirit's previous explanation wasn't as comprehensive as his own understanding, it indeed had been mentioned, albeit vaguely.

He insisted: “You never said it! You just didn’t!”

The Sword Spirit fell silent.

This guy was becoming unreasonable, and since he was the host, arguing with him was pointless!

After a long while, Chu Yang seemed to hear a commotion outside, followed by a loud smack. Then came a rustling sound, as if dust was falling or sand scattering across the ground.

“What’s that sound?” Chu Yang wondered.

The Sword Spirit rolled its eyes: “The Amethyst Cave outside has been drained of energy, turning into a pile of powder. It’s falling from the stones…”

Chu Yang was horrified: “You mean… the entire cave of Amethyst outside has… been sucked dry? And this only took less than four hours?”

The Sword Spirit responded with disbelief: “That’s not you sucking it dry; it’s the Nine Heavens Divine Skill autonomously absorbing… At this rate, it’s faster than what Ning Tianya and Bu Liqing did combined!”

“How much has been absorbed if converted into regular Amethyst?” Chu Yang asked with keen interest.

“Not much.” The Sword Spirit calculated: “Only about ninety million pieces…”