And so, Qin Luo sat cross-legged inside the Spirit Abyss Treasury, absorbing knowledge like a sponge. With the help of his divine soul's prior deduction, the core of each martial skill and technique was continuously disassembled and reassembled in his sea of consciousness.
This feeling was undoubtedly unfamiliar to Qin Luo, who had never experienced such enlightenment before. He could clearly sense that countless threads were being woven deep within his sea of consciousness, originating from the core characters of the Thousand Scrolls of Cultivation.
When disassembling martial arts techniques, the sharp sword intent and domineering fist energy surged through his sea of consciousness. But when the techniques were reassembled, a warm current seemed to flow, re-coalescing the shattered insights.
The alternating impact of two extreme feelings left him sometimes lucid, and at other times lost in a daze as if in another world, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Moreover, each successful calculation brings an indescribable sense of exhilaration that surges up the spine and rushes to the Baihui acupoint. It feels like rain after a long drought, or the moment a butterfly emerges from its cocoon; the meridians throughout the body seem to rejoice.
This exhilarating feeling of sudden enlightenment became increasingly addictive to him; the more he comprehended, the more he was able to touch upon countless mysteries.
Snap!
Time flies, and after an unknown amount of time, a cracking sound suddenly rang out in the silent space.
At the same time, it also startled Qin Luo, who was lost in his contemplation.
Qin Luo suddenly opened his eyes, his sea of consciousness shattering like glass struck by a heavy hammer, scattering everywhere in excruciating pain.
A metallic taste rose in my throat, and before I knew it, blood was dripping from my chin onto my clothes, spreading a large patch of dark red. My temples throbbed, and even the most basic act of concentration became a luxury.
"This is... a backlash of the soul?"
With a hoarse whisper mixed with heavy breathing, Qin Luo forced himself to examine himself despite the dizziness, only to be surprised to find a sense of emptiness coming from the depths of his dantian.
The spiritual energy in the Origin Sea had shrunk by nearly a third, and the six small divine soul figures were dim and lifeless. Two of them had become transparent, clearly indicating that they had suffered a great loss of vitality.
Qin Luo's pupils contracted sharply, finally realizing that the profound enlightenment he had just experienced was not a gift without a price.
"No? How can your Myriad Manifestations Return to One Technique overdraw my spiritual essence?"
Seeing his hard-won, top-tier spiritual foundation decline again, Qin Luo sighed helplessly. Fortunately, he still had the soul-refining method of the Chaos Nirvana Soul; if it were an ordinary cultivator, they would be cursing in frustration.
Fortunately, the losses and gains were proportional. Feeling the large amount of new insights in his mind, Qin Luo had a rough outline of his divine abilities at the Saint Realm.
"With my current understanding, this is the extent to which I can break it down: using the transformation of the universe as a foundation, I can construct a divine power that can encompass all things!"
As he spoke, Qin Luo raised his palm, and purple spiritual energy appeared in his palm, which then began to transform into a blurry character.
"Since it's based on the transformation of the universe, the power of each type of spiritual energy used should also experience a qualitative leap. However, power alone isn't enough; it needs to be more comprehensive..."
As he muttered to himself, more and more spiritual energy appeared in Qin Luo's palm, but in the end, he tragically discovered that with his current level of understanding of the cultivation technique, he could not even unleash the divine power he had anticipated, and in the end, he could only helplessly give up.
After placing his divine soul from the Sea of Origin back into the chaotic torrent for rebirth, Qin Luo rubbed his throbbing head before opening the gift panel in the system again:
[Gifted by chance: Yi Ting (Grandmaster Alchemy Inheritance); Xia Zihan (Starry Sky Heavenly Xuan Dharma Image)]
Without much hesitation, Qin Luo lowered his fingertips and returned the gifts.
[A Fortuitous Gift (Yi Ting): Master-level Alchemy Inheritance. Based on her current affection level for the host: 500; therefore, this return gift will be randomly distributed between 501 and 2505 times the original value.]
[The chance to win is doubled to 700%, and you will receive 30% of the insights gained from becoming a Grandmaster Alchemist.]
[A Fortuitous Gift (Xia Zihan): Starry Sky Heavenly Pivot Dharma Image. Based on her current affection level for the host: 500; therefore, this return will be randomly distributed between 501 and 2505 times.]
[The chance to win is doubled, with a multiplier of 2505. Obtain: Time-Space Holy Shadow Dharma Image.]
【The Sacred Image of Time and Space (The Only One in the World!)】
[The Sacred Image of Time and Space: Time flows backward, all things decay, cause and effect are revealed. Looking back, one sees one's own bones; looking backward, one is trapped in a void, a prison of nothingness. It is both the pivot of time and the key to space. Wherever one walks, the past settles into the vast expanse. Wherever one's eyes fall, the future mirror image becomes ruins!]
As soon as those two mechanical voices sounded, a vast torrent of knowledge, as boundless as the sea of stars, rushed into the mind.
The influx of vast knowledge about alchemy caused Qin Luo to grunt, feeling countless medicinal herb diagrams and pill formulas churning wildly in his mind.
From the synergistic and antagonistic properties of century-old spiritual herbs to the control of the heat for thousands of spiritual medicines, from the profound principle that medicine and poison share the same origin to the mystery of transforming the elixir into the profound, the master-level alchemy inheritance has broken his previous understanding of alchemy.
As the master's understanding deepened, countless scenes appeared before his eyes:
Some people nurture celestial pills with their divine souls, while others can give new life to discarded pills with a light touch of their fingertips. Those obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient alchemy books are now slowly unfolding in his sea of consciousness.
"Hiss! Using intention to control the pill, and the soul as fire... This method of alchemy is truly unheard of! And he has only inherited 30% of it. This grandmaster-level inheritance is indeed unfathomable!"
Qin Luo gasped, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his throbbing temples, his eyes filled with shock.
After successfully refining the Nirvana Pill last time, Qin Luo thought that alchemy was just like that, nothing more than a matter of brute force leading to miracles. Now it seems that he was just incredibly lucky back then, and only succeeded by sheer chance.
After expressing his feelings, Qin Luo began to examine the newly acquired Time-Space Sacred Image.
"Time Sand, Void Whale King's Bone, Misaligned Glass, Origin of Time and Space???"
"Good grief, are they really not going to put on an act this time regarding the materials they need?"
As Qin Luo gazed at the description of the Time-Space Sacred Image Dharma Image floating in his sea of consciousness, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. The unfamiliar names of those materials were as obscure as a heavenly book, and he didn't recognize a single one of them.
"I never imagined that with my current wealth, the Dharma form I need to condense is always lacking in one aspect or another, and now I've been given another huge problem..."
Qin Luo shook his head with a wry smile, suddenly remembering Yuan Yu's words, and he subconsciously thought of Yao Yue's figure.
"Senior Yuanyu never speaks falsely, so his previous reminders and suggestions were probably not wrong. It seems that Yaoyue has a remarkable background. Could she be from some hidden ancient clan?"
Thinking this, Qin Luo stretched and yawned, his clothes rustling as spiritual energy rose around him. He transformed into a streak of light, piercing the dome of the treasure vault. The only afterimage he left behind was a thoughtful expression that lingered for a long time.
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