Published: March 9, 2025
“Dream on!” the Sword Spirit scoffed. “Do you think reaching the supreme ninth rank is that easy? Even if you are the nine calamity sword master, you still need to cultivate, to accumulate, to experience... How could it be possible to reach the heavens in one step?!”
However, not even a quarter of an hour had passed after the Sword Spirit's words, when Chu Yang bizarrely spoke up: “Sword Spirit, I am already at the peak of the eighth grade supreme, I’m not joking, I’m serious…”
“How is this possible?!” The Sword Spirit was instantly petrified; this was too exaggerated! Is he really at the peak of the eighth grade supreme?!
Just a moment ago, it had said that reaching such a dream was impossible. Could dreams actually come true? Could one really reach the heavens in one step?!
At that moment of shock and disbelief from both Chu Yang and the Sword Spirit, the spiritual energy within Chu Yang’s meridians began to boil, slowly building up, creating a situation reminiscent of the calm before a tsunami.
If even the slightest movement occurred, it could lead to a catastrophic collapse, a cataclysmic upheaval.
Chu Yang placed one hand on his forehead, unsure whether it was a blessing or a curse, he sighed lightly, then turned to look at his dantian. Upon seeing it, he couldn’t help but gasp.
What had previously been just over a hundred strands of primordial silk had unexpectedly, he didn’t know when, transformed into over a thousand strands, nearly increasing tenfold, and it seemed to be continuing to grow.
“When did this thing become so numerous? What on earth is happening?!” Chu Yang opened his eyes and looked at the Sword Tassel attached to the back of his hand, softly saying, “Sword Tassel, is this also a gift from you?”
The Sword Tassel gently slid over his hand, exuding infinite tenderness.
In the next moment, Chu Yang felt a surge of vital energy suddenly explode within him, and his entire body seemed to shatter in that instant, even his consciousness scattered like stars across the sky.
Then, an unprecedented sensation of lightness rose within him.
In the outside world, the clothes on Chu Yang's body turned to ash with the sudden eruption of vital energy, and his entire body became spotless, without a trace.
With the eruption of vital energy, suddenly a small amount of black filth appeared on the surface of Chu Yang's body. The black filth increased from scarce to abundant, gradually covering his entire body. That filth emitted a pungent odor that made one nauseous.
This black filth, besides being unpleasantly odorous, was almost liquid in nature and extremely viscous; although it looked black, it also gave a transparent feeling.
Chu Yang was completely unaware of these changes. The true essence within him flowed like a clear and transparent river. Yet, a remarkably heavy aura abruptly emerged from his body.
It resembled the towering Yunshan, vast and boundless.
Young Master Wei beside him let out a heartfelt sigh of envy.
He was no stranger to Chu Yang’s current situation; he had experienced it himself—supreme ninth rank, Heavenly Spirit refining the body.
Within him, all impurities and filth from muscles, bones, meridians, and organs... everything in the human body was expelled at that moment! Only then did a cultivator have the opportunity for a significant realization.
That was the realm of thick soil.
A ground-level tier of the realm.
However, in the Nine Heavens Continent, this moment of heavenly gifted insight was referred to as “heavenly gifted immortal fate.”
Because only at the moment of breakthrough could such an opportunity for realization arise; seizing it meant a great opportunity. If one failed to grasp it, it would be a permanent loss, as it would never occur again.
When Young Master Wei broke through, he managed to seize this kind of opportunity for a full quarter of an hour.
As far as he knew, most people only experienced such an opportunity fleetingly; very few surpassed a normal person’s breathing duration.