Chapter 618: Advancing to Void Refinent
In the secluded cultivation chamber, ti lost all aning. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years had passed.
Jie Ming sat cross-legged in the center of the chamber. The ground around him was densely inscribed with countless runes.
This was the formation array he had spent three years setting up, used to stabilize the spirit, isolate external disturbances, and assist in the breakthrough.
Outside the chamber, black giant priests took turns standing guard.
Inside the chamber, only a single ever-burning lamp emitted a faint glow, casting his motionless shadow onto the wall.
Over these years, he had spent considerable ti thoroughly comprehending the 《Ultra True Body Sutra》 from beginning to end. Every word, every mantra, and every crucial point had been repeatedly deliberated until they were deeply ingrained in his mind.
He then spent another five years adapting each pill required by the technique into potions, ensuring that the effects of the cultivation world could be achieved using wizard world thods. So were relatively easy, requiring only the replacent of a few materials; others were extrely difficult, necessitating a complete redesign of the entire formula.
The most troubleso one, the “Void Condensation Pill,” had taken him over a thousand experints before he finally found a suitable substitute.
For the remaining ti, he had been taking those potions, allowing their dicinal power to slowly perate every corner of his body in preparation for the breakthrough.
At this mont, all preparations were complete.
Jie Ming opened his eyes. The fla of the ever-burning lamp flickered in his pupils.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
“Begin.”
He activated the technique. Spiritual power circulated within his body along specific pathways.
Cultivating the dharma body was unlike the gentle and smooth flow of normal circulation. It was a violent impact that felt as if it would tear the ridians apart.
Every cycle was like an invisible blade stirring inside his body.
Jie Ming clenched his teeth and even forcibly suppressed the automatic operation of the Body Forging Art to prevent it from repairing the tissues torn by the spiritual power impact.
Once his body reached a certain limit, he deliberately dispersed the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit.
In that instant, Jie Ming felt as if his body had been blasted open from within.
Essence, qi, and spirit—these three had been continuously condensing and fusing together since the very first day he stepped onto the path of cultivation.
They were the foundation of his existence, the pillars of his cultivation, and the core of what made him “him.”
And now, he had personally dismantled them.
Violent tremors surged from the depths of his body, spreading outward in all directions like an earthquake.
Jie Ming’s body trembled. His spiritual sea churned. His spiritual power rampaged through his ridians like a runaway horse.
He felt his consciousness being torn and stretched, as if thrown into an endless darkness.
Then, he sensed “them.”
They crawled out from the “gaps” in the darkness of his consciousness and quietly approached his spiritual sea.
So were like twisted shadows, so like rotting tentacles, and others had no fixed form at all—rely ever-changing, nauseating masses of color.
They were heart demons.
During the period of soul turbulence after the dispersion of his three treasures, various negative emotions continuously transford into heart demons and sward toward him like sharks slling blood.
Jie Ming did not move. He did not even mobilize his spiritual power to resist.
The mont the first heart demon touched the edge of his spiritual sea, the network of the Incense Fire Divine Dao was automatically activated.
The faith of ten billion believers converged into a golden barrier, blocking those heart demons outside.
They frantically tore and bit, trying to find gaps, but the Incense Fire Divine Dao network was airtight.
The strongest few heart demons barely managed to seep through a trace of aura, but before they could approach Jie Ming’s core consciousness, the Five Aggregates Rainbow Mirror lit up.
Magnificent colorful light surged from his dantian, instantly dissolving those invading auras into nothingness.
Before long, Jie Ming had adapted to his current state. The heart demons retreated with unwilling shrieks.
The entire process had taken only a few breaths.
Jie Ming did not even spare them any attention. All his focus remained on his body.
The dispersion of the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit was only the beginning.
Next, within this “chaos,” he had to reconstruct his life form.
Following the guidance of the 《Ultra True Body Sutra》, he began directing the dispersed essence, qi, and spirit, recombining them according to specific patterns to condense a brand-new, independent dharma body that was both one with him and separate.
The process was very slow.
So slow that he could even feel the movent of every strand of essence, every wisp of spiritual power, and every bit of divine thought.
They were like countless tiny streams converging from every corner of his body, slowly gathering behind him.
At first, it was only a blurry shadow, like mist or an illusion, without any shape.
But as ti passed, the mass of light began to expand, solidify, and reveal its contours.
Head, neck, torso, limbs… A massive figure slowly took form behind him.
After an unknown length of ti, the light inside the chamber finally stabilized.
Jie Ming opened his eyes and looked back.
A hundred-ter-tall phantom floated behind him. Its entire body was a deep golden color, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with muscles bulging like knotted ropes.
Its body was not yet fully solid. The edges were sowhat blurry, as if veiled by a thin layer of gauze.
But its outline was already clearly discernible.
The entire dharma body had only one head, yet the front and back of that head each bore a face.
The face in front was refined and elegant, with a daoist air between its brows and eyes, as if it could begin expounding scriptures at any mont.
The face in back had hard, sharp lines and a calm, rational expression, like a scholar deep in thought.
Between the brows of both faces was a golden vertical line pattern, resembling a closed vertical eye at first glance.
Although there were two faces, there was only one pair of arms.
The left hand held a book, and the right hand held a small round mirror. Colorful light flowed across the mirror’s surface, resonating with the Five Aggregates Rainbow Mirror in Jie Ming’s dantian.
It wore a peculiar long robe. The upper half was styled like a daoist robe—wide sleeves and loose lapels, ethereal and otherworldly. The lower half incorporated elents of a wizard’s robe—clean lines with faintly visible runes.
The two vastly different styles were skillfully fused together without the slightest sense of discord.
Life-bound Dharma Body: Ultra True Body.
Jie Ming looked at the phantom, the corners of his mouth curving upward slightly.
Judging from the dharma body’s appearance, compared to the various dharma bodies recorded in the Great Dao Book Pavilion, his was not particularly strong.
So top-tier dharma bodies had six arms, so trod upon twin dragons, and so were surrounded by law phenona.
His, however, had only one pair of arms and one head, with phenona that were barely present.
But it was not weak either.
Overall, it was probably above average—standard and unremarkable, yet with extrely high compatibility to him.
He could feel that every structure of this dharma body was tightly connected to his own characteristics.
“Not bad.” Jie Ming nodded in satisfaction.
What followed was ticulous, grinding work.
He cultivated the dharma body technique, slowly solidifying the phantom behind him.
This was a slow, gradual process.
As the dharma body beca increasingly solid, his physical body would beco increasingly illusory.
When the dharma body was fully solidified one day, his current physical body would completely disappear, and the dharma body would beco his true body.
Of course, even at that stage, he could still manifest his normal human appearance for daily life.
But in certain special situations—such as passing through spatial rifts—even if he maintained a normal size, he would still need to tear the rift large enough for the dharma body to pass through.
Because his essence had already changed. He was no longer “a person,” but a massive individual.
Jie Ming suddenly thought of a question.
Every ti high-rank wizards forcibly entered other planes during planar wars, they needed to tear open particularly large spatial rifts.
Thinking about it now, wizards above sixth-rank probably possessed so characteristics similar to a “true body.”
“Interesting.” Jie Ming noted the thought in his mind, planning to study it further when he had ti.
He stood up and stretched his sowhat stiff body.
The dharma body phantom behind him swayed slightly with his movents, like a massive banner.
He looked up at the ceiling of the chamber. His gaze seed to pierce through the rock, seeing the gray-red sky outside.
He was now a genuine Void Refinent Realm cultivator.
The path of cultivation was still long, but he was already on it.
Jie Ming raised his hand. The door of the chamber slowly opened.
Outside, the black giant priests knelt neatly across the ground. The mont they saw him, they all bowed their heads in unison.
“Congratulations, Master, on erging from seclusion.”
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