novelraw Chapter 340
Chapter 340
Wang Yu’s Demonic Embryo Mysterious Origin Curse was different from ordinary ones.
After all of Long Xingyun’s essence was devoured, the fire spiritual root within the Demonic Embryo inside Wang Yu rapidly grew, reaching parity with the Heavenly Yin spiritual root within just a few breaths.
As always, one hundred percent digestion.
The bloodline shackle seemed nonexistent, and it could even replenish the lifespan Wang Yu had consumed through non temporal means.
It was truly mysterious and unfathomable.
At times, he even suspected that this secret art had identified his essence as that of an extraterritorial heavenly demon.
After all, he had reincarnated into this life and was ignorant and muddled in childhood.
As he grew older, memories of his previous life gradually awakened. It differed slightly from possession by a heavenly demon, but in essence, his origins were indeed different from those of people of this world.
“Reincarnation, possession of another body.”
After a long while.Coming back to his senses from satisfaction, Long Xingyun’s corpse was burned clean with a single flame. Wang Yu did not immediately leave seclusion, but continued refining the Guanghan Pill within his body.
One third of the pill’s medicinal power remained. After refining it completely, he would be close to reaching the peak of the sixth layer of Core Formation, at which point he could take the Returning True Spirit Pill in one smooth motion.
After breaking through to the late Core Formation stage, he could go to the Corrosion Yin Hall.
If he could seize the Luo Sheng Blood Fruit, his divine sense could use it to break through to the fourth rank. The boost to his strength would be secondary. The main benefit was that Slot 7 would be unlocked because of it.
The currently cramped Idle Slot count would also loosen somewhat.
Allowing him to more quickly push his combat power to the highest level he could reach, this was of extraordinary significance.
Thus, half a year later.
In the twelfth year and third month of Wang Yu’s life as an elder, only a little over four years since he had entered the Blood Abyss Sacred Land.
On this day.
As the medicinal power of the second supreme grade Guanghan Pill within his body was completely digested, Wang Yu’s accumulated magic power reached the upper limit of his dantian Qi Sea.
In his inner vision.
A blue black golden core, five li in diameter, rested at the very center of the Qi Sea.
The Glazed Iceheart Pagoda, the Ghost-Weeping Flute, and the Yellow Springs Demonic Sword, the three magic treasures Wang Yu used most smoothly, were floating and sinking within the sea of mana.
They accepted the nourishment of his power, maintaining their peak state at all times. Only a life-bound magic treasure could draw upon growth power from this, advancing together with his cultivation.
Correspondingly, within the dragon spine completely filled with divine marrow, there also existed the bloodline true artifact, the Evil Demonic Dragon Armor.
“Peak of the sixth layer of Core Formation.”
Awakening from cultivation, Wang Yu let out a long breath. As he felt his increasingly powerful strength, the threshold of the late Core Formation stage also surfaced.
This bottleneck was even more severe. Even a Heavenly Spiritual Root required time to settle and further sublimate the quality of mana. At minimum, several years were needed.
Wang Yu did not stop.
The Returning True Spirit Pill floated out from the Sea Heart Ring, exuding swirling pill fragrance. Just a single breath made one feel comfortable from head to toe.
His mana began to condense, and Wang Yu decisively swallowed it.
A new round of cultivation began immediately.
The six thousand strands of mana filling the Qi Sea began to compress. Ten strands merged into one unit. Each time they passed through refinement and sublimation, they circulated once through the Golden Core.
Causing its diameter to increase by an almost imperceptible trace.
This was both the sublimation of mana and a process of strengthening the Golden Core. Through the supreme grade spirit pill, Wang Yu saved several years of time.
In this manner, another three months passed.
Six thousand strands of mana were compressed into six hundred units, and the Golden Core reached the extreme limit the human body could contain. A diameter of nine li could be called perfect.
The dense, viscous mana was only one step away from liquid mana.
This was a future bottleneck that would be faced upon cultivating to the peak of Core Formation in preparation for forming a Nascent Soul, as well as the third strengthening of the Golden Core.
Normally, one, three, and five li.
Not counting the strengthening during the initial Core Formation breakthrough, cultivators actually only underwent two strengthenings of the golden core, yet the cultivation world still referred to it as three.
That was because the third was a process of shattering the core to form the Nascent Soul.
Strengthening the Golden Core to its limit until it completely shattered, breaking and then establishing anew, and then fusing one’s own divine soul into it to nurture a Nascent Soul.
It was said.
Gold was that which was firm, enduring, and indestructible.
A pill was that which was round, complete, bright, and flawless.
Yet nine was the ultimate number, also symbolizing the limit of all things in the world. To shatter the Golden Core, one needed to exceed the nine li boundary.
Thus, those with deep foundations often found it easier to break through realms, because their Golden Cores had already reached the extreme. Cultivators whose golden cores were not large enough meant insufficient foundation.
Even if they obtained a Nascent Soul forming spiritual object, they could not shatter it in one go, and thus could not seize this extremely dangerous opportunity to condense a Nascent Soul.
This was only the first step to achieving a Nascent Soul.
The subsequent steps of soul fusion, infant condensation, and spirit awakening were each more dangerous than the last. A single mistake would lead to complete death, with breakthrough spiritual objects and pills unable to provide protection.
A true chasm between heaven and abyss.
Wang Yu, as a candidate for the position of twelfth elder of Cold Blood Peak, had already learned these things in advance. Now that he could consider them early, there was no need to be overly anxious.
Every major realm breakthrough meant a leap and qualitative change in one’s life level, and it almost always revolved around essence, qi, and spirit.
As long as he continued down this path.
The Nascent Soul bottleneck would not stop him.
Reaching a golden core of nine li accelerated his body’s absorption of spiritual qi. As for meridian strength, there was no need to worry. His peak third rank Body Refining realm was sufficient to bear even the most violent spiritual qi refinement.
His daily mana growth rate doubled, increasing from five wisps per day to ten wisps per day. This was somewhat similar to the condensation of Essense during the Foundation Establishment stage.
Only the target had changed to the more difficult to cultivate mana.
However, this efficiency was far inferior to the advantage gained during the Foundation Establishment stage. The advantage of a Heavenly Spiritual Root gradually reached its limit during the Core Formation stage.
When Wang Yu broke through to the seventh layer of Core Formation, his starting point was already six hundred units of mana. To cultivate to the peak of the seventh layer, he would need a full three thousand units of mana.
A gap of two thousand four hundred in magnitude.
Converted into strands, that was two hundred forty thousand strands. Relying solely on the Idle Slot, he would need a full sixty six and a half years.
The growth was downright astonishing.
If his own cultivation speed and the bonuses from various small methods were included, he could probably add another efficiency of three strands per day on top of that.
Even so, it would still take a full fifty one years.
Roughly one hundred seventy years from now, he could normally cultivate to the peak of Core Formation. At his current age, he would still be considered young by then, not even three hundred years old.
And the Core Formation lifespan was eight hundred years, more than enough time for him to break through realms.
It was just that he, Wang Yu, had only taken thirteen years in total to break through to the late Core Formation stage, so suddenly needing this much time to accumulate felt somewhat disheartening.
“As expected, I still need to rely on more external forces.”
After the breakthrough ended, Wang Yu flipped his palm and a pill bottle appeared in his hand. He poured it out, and a round spiritual pill landed in his palm.
The third supreme grade Guanghan Pill, and also the last one he possessed. After refining it, it would likely increase his maximum mana by about one hundred fifty units.
The refinement speed of cultivation spirit pills was extremely slow and would almost never affect the cultivation foundation. At most, continuous consumption would only result in pill resistance.
However.
Given the rarity of the main ingredients for third rank cultivation pills, there was basically no chance to eat a single pill to the point of developing pill resistance. Take the main ingredient of the Guanghan Pill, the Moon Laurel Leaf, for example.
It was known that only one of the Seven Sects of Taihu, the Moon Gazing Palace, had a stable output.
The reason Wang Yu was able to refine a batch was because it had been given to him through a trade with the Blood Eyed Demonic Flood Dragon.
“Still, during the righteous and demonic war four hundred years ago, it is possible that some great demonic figures seized rare Moon Laurel Leaves from Moon Gazing Palace. After leaving this place, I might be able to plan around that.
“Besides that, the inherited pill formula of the Ten Direction Frozen Demon Path, the Yin Extremity Pill, should also work for me. Its main ingredient is the Purple Yang Fruit, and even the pill formula follows the path of yang extremity giving birth to yin.”
After silently pondering for a while, Wang Yu slowly stood up.
After stretching his body, his gaze turned toward the distant Blood Demon Sea. In this Blood Abyss trial, the Corrosion Yin Hall had already surfaced from the sea of blood.
The number of Exalted Sect disciples entering was only increasing.
After all.
As long as one had the ability, the Corrosion Yin Hall could be entered repeatedly.
After so many years of exploration, its internal situation was basically well understood. As long as one did not court death or slaughter each other, the inherent danger of the Corrosion Yin Hall itself was already very low.
However, this time there was the additional variable of the Blood Slaughter Stone Stele, so the layout and structure of the Corrosion Yin Hall would also change accordingly.
The danger would definitely be much higher than the opening two hundred years ago.
How many would die could only be left to fate.
After identifying the direction, Wang Yu hunted Blood Demons along the way to stockpile Myriad Spirit Blood Essence, while escaping toward the direction where the Corrosion Yin Hall had emerged.
This thing could also be refined into blood pills to increase cultivation. The effect was no worse than the Guanghan Pill, and there was no pill resistance restriction, just that the processing was more troublesome.
To avoid its side effects, the processing steps through alchemy were indispensable, even if a lot of energy would be wasted. He did not want any problems with his Golden Core.
This item was, in essence, still a blood path heavenly material and earthly treasure.
As long as he refined enough of it, the long accumulation time of the late Core Formation stage could be greatly reduced, which naturally tempted Wang Yu.
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The Corrosion Yin Hall was a rectangular building that appeared to have three palace levels from the outside. It was in a completely sealed state, and its interior could not be glimpsed from the outside.
One kilometer wide and twelve kilometers long.
The entire structure was dominated by black and dark red colors, carved with large numbers of rare exotic beasts that only existed in ancient times.
The plaque had a gold border and blue background, with the three characters [Corrosion Yin Hall] written in cinnabar. It was extremely eye catching.
It was like it was rooted in the Blood Demon Sea. From time to time, blood beasts, demonic humans, and other creatures would suddenly rush out of the sea, trying to break into the hall.
They were all slain by the cultivators guarding the entrance.
Almost all fellow sect members who had entered the Blood Abyss Sacred Land had gathered here.
Seven direct disciples, over a hundred Blood Pavilion prodigies, disciples of the Nine Peaks, teams from various Nascent Soul families.
These people were scattered sparsely. Most had already entered the Corrosion Yin Hall, and it had been about two years. Only a handful remained, guarding near the hall entrance.
Among them, the most eye catching group.
Was none other than Zhuo Shouyun’s team. A full hundred people stood or lay around, evenly distributed near the entrance of the Corrosion Yin Hall, like a spider web, waiting for their prey to walk into the trap on its own.
However, waiting for too long inevitably made some people impatient.
“Young Master Yun, we have waited so long and still gained nothing, while other fellow disciples entered the Corrosion Yin Hall early to explore. By now, they must be reaping huge rewards. You should compensate us for this.”
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like triggering a domino effect.
Large numbers of ill intentioned fellow disciples echoed in agreement.
“That is right. Young Master Yun is wealthy and powerful. You should not mind tripling the agreed reward, right.”
“This daoist friend speaks reasonably.”
“I think so too.”
Zhuo Shouyun let out a cold laugh and said forcefully.
“Ridiculous.”