Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Fan Yuan's eyes were closed, but his mind was filled with a vast and turbulent sea of ​​thoughts.

As that warm and peaceful aura nourished his soul, it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought; his originally somewhat ethereal soul became fuller at a visible speed.

An unprecedented sense of control arose spontaneously.

The barrier to perfecting one's Qi had long since vanished like ice and snow amidst the life-or-death struggle of a few days ago and the insights gained at this moment.

Without any deliberate guidance, the total amount of spiritual energy within the body surged wildly, like a river bursting its banks.

Every wisp of spiritual energy became more viscous and heavy, and its color gradually changed from the original light blue to a deep, dark blue. This was a manifestation of the true meaning of Weak Water and the true meaning of Wind penetrating the soul.

But this is not the end.

Fan Yuan realized that the increase in spiritual power was merely an accumulation of quantity, and for him at this moment, it was no longer a bottleneck.

He could clearly feel that his enhanced soul had touched an invisible yet indestructible ceiling.

This is the boundary of a leap in the level of life, the threshold between the mortal and the true path to immortality.

"Refining Qi to transform into Spirit, cultivating Spirit to return to Emptiness..."

Fan Yuan silently recited these eight words in his heart. In the cultivation system of this world, Qi Refining is merely the foundation building, which is to allow the physical body to adapt to the cleansing of spiritual energy. Only by stepping into the realm of Spirit Refining can one be considered to have entered the inner sanctum.

Refining the spirit and returning to emptiness involves using the spirit to control qi and laws, extending one's powerful spiritual energy beyond the confines of the sea of ​​consciousness, and allowing it to deeply intertwine and resonate with the omnipresent laws of heaven and earth, which is the so-called emptiness.

Achieve divine control over the laws, and realize wondrous applications of emptiness.

Fan Yuan's divine sense swept across his sea of ​​consciousness, where the true meaning of Weak Water and the true meaning of Wind alternately floated in the essence of sediment.

"Today, I will use this as the foundation to forge my path of spiritual refinement!"

With a thought, Fan Yuan stopped suppressing the boiling spiritual power and soul within his body.

boom!

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, it was as if the world had been created anew.

"melt!"

A low shout resounded deep within the soul.

He wanted to truly merge the two true meanings, using the essence of the sediment as a guide to let the true meaning of the Weak Water permeate into the gaps of every grain of sediment, so that it would no longer be just stagnant water, but would transform into an even more terrifying Weak Water Swamp!

But this is not enough.

"The wind is blowing!"

Fan Yuan moved his divine sense again, and carefully guided that wisp of light blue wind essence into the newly formed Weak Water Swamp.

The wind is everywhere.

It's not about blowing away the quicksand, but about giving this desolate swamp a fluid quality.

This was supposed to be the most dangerous step, but based on the feedback from the fragments of supernatural powers in the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror], he had already become familiar with the process of feng shui integration!

The wind can boost the water's momentum and overturn its surface; it can also whip up sand and dust and scatter its foundations.

As soon as the pale blue wind entered the fray, the Weak Water Swamp, which had been barely maintaining its balance, suddenly erupted into chaos. The Weak Water was whipped up into towering waves, and the sand was blown into the air. The entire sea of ​​consciousness seemed on the verge of collapse.

A soul-wrenching pain!

Fan Yuan felt as if his head was being sawed back and forth by a dull saw. This was the backlash from the conflict between the two true intentions. If he was not careful, at best his soul would be severely damaged and he would become an idiot, and at worst his sea of ​​consciousness would explode and he would die.

But he did not back down, not even for a moment.

Cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao is inherently defying the heavens, dancing on the edge of a knife. If one cannot even endure this little bit of pain, how can one talk about immortality? How can one live a decent life amidst the scheming of countless gods and Buddhas?

"Give me... the town!"

He disassembled the power of his soul into countless threads, each thread wrapped around a grain of sand, a drop of weak water, or a wisp of breeze.

He is weaving, he is building.

This is an extremely meticulous, extremely tedious, and extremely dangerous process.

I don't know how much time has passed; perhaps it was a moment, perhaps a century.

The turmoil in his mind's sea of ​​consciousness finally began to subside slowly.

The wind, no longer violent, has become the driving force propelling the shifting sands; the water, no longer lifeless, has become the adhesive binding the sand grains; and the sand, no longer heavy, has become the vessel carrying the feng shui.

A wonderful symbiotic cycle has been formed among the three.

At the very moment when this cycle is completely stable.

hum!

A buzzing sound originating from the Dao level resounded throughout Fan Yuan's entire body.

In the center of his consciousness, the sand, water, and wind that were originally clearly distinct had completely disappeared, replaced by an extremely blurry phantom suspended in mid-air.

The phantom was indistinct, and even its shape was constantly changing. Sometimes it resembled a flowing black water, sometimes a howling yellow wind, and sometimes it transformed into a swirling sandstorm.

It is not a physical object and has no weight whatsoever.

However, the aura it emitted was a hundred times more profound than all of Fan Yuan's previous spiritual power combined!

This is the seed of the illusory realm, the prototype of returning to emptiness.

As this phantom took shape, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the outside world seemed to receive some supreme command.

Fan Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils seemed to lie two bottomless whirlpools, his left eye like wind, his right eye like water, and deep within his eyes, a layer of sediment.

He raised his hand and gently clenched it in the air.

With just a thought, the blurry phantom in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly.

call!

The air inside the cave suddenly collapsed, and countless wind blades appeared out of thin air. They combined with the moisture in the air and turned into black wind and water blades, instantly cutting the incredibly hard stone platform in front of them into dust!

"So this is... the Refining Spirit Realm?"

Fan Yuan looked at his palm and felt the power within his body, which, although not much in quantity, had undergone a dramatic change in quality.

In the past, he used the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cast spells, but now, although he has only just begun to understand the basics, he has already started to try to make the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flow through his magic.

That blurry phantom was his command token, the bridge through which he communicated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Although it is still very simple now, and may even dissipate at any time due to the depletion of its spirit, as long as the seed is planted, one day it will grow into a towering tree.

Fan Yuan exhaled a long breath of turbid air. The breath, three feet away from his body, condensed and did not dissipate. It transformed into a thin black snake, which circled in the air before slowly dissipating.

This is a manifestation of highly concentrated energy and spirit.

"A glimpse into the basics of spiritual cultivation!"

Fan Yuan stood up, his bones cracking like popping beans, and his figure seemed to grow taller without him even noticing.

Feeling the rhythm of the phantom in his mind, Fan Yuan's lips curled into a faint smile.

If it weren't for the enlightenment he received during the advancement of the nascent [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror] divine power, as a rogue cultivator with neither a lineage nor a renowned master to guide him, he would likely have spent his entire life studying the classics and still never grasped the basics of the Refining Spirit Realm.

Fan Yuan continued to secretly deduce in his mind that if he could completely condense the illusory image in his sea of ​​consciousness into a substantial form, and control it as easily as using his own limbs, it might be the key to unlocking the door to the Void Refinement Realm.

Although all of this is just his deduction and still needs to be verified step by step, the first step of solidifying the illusory image is like a roadblock, leaving him at a loss.

It seems that the trip to Wuzhuang Temple must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.