667 The scholar never leaves his home
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into millions of dazzling white rays of light, so brilliant and captivating that it seemed as if the stars of the heavens had descended to earth.
Wherever the rosy light touched, everything shone with brilliance, and even the void trembled.
In a daze, it seemed as if a blade had slashed down, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split. Even the Buddha in the human world appeared so fragile under the light of this blade.
With a flash of light, the Buddha's golden body shattered instantly, transforming into countless golden rays that dissipated into the world. The space itself rippled violently under this single strike, like a raging storm rising from the sea, a truly awe-inspiring sight.
With a single strike, not only was the Buddha of the mortal realm severed, but the shackles and constraints of the world were also severed, unleashing boundless power and strength. Instantly, the space around the abbot's quarters was like a raging storm, with clouds churning and swirling.
He Chen's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the flashing blades, as if he had become the master of this world, controlling all life and death, destruction and existence.
As the storm subsided, He Chen said softly, "Only 1,500 strikes, not a single more."
He Chen looked down at his liberated body, which had become exceptionally tall, standing a full ten feet high. He stretched out his hand, as if he could touch the top of this space.
His body seemed to be filled with a mysterious power, and every muscle was brimming with explosive power.
It allows one to feel a close connection with the surrounding space, to control the space, and to manipulate it at will.
She said softly, "The space is a bit small."
But as soon as he finished speaking, the space seemed to increase in height, instantly transforming into an area of ten miles in radius.
He Chen was lost in thought, slowly mobilizing the power within his body. Using his divine sense as a guide, his consciousness slowly explored the world like a newborn infant.
Deep within He Chen's consciousness, a small self quietly awakened, like a lotus flower in the morning dew, slowly unfolding, elegant and refined.
He stepped out gently from between He Chen's brows; though small in stature, he possessed boundless charm and power.
This ego and He Chen's true self are like reflections in a mirror, one still and one moving, one real and one illusory, reflecting each other and indistinguishable from one another.
It seemed as if the soul had left the body, or as if the primordial spirit had been formed in a single day, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, emerging from He Chen's soul.
Upon first seeing the small self, He Chen's emotions stirred slightly, and he couldn't help but immerse his consciousness in it.
Suddenly, the surrounding environment changed drastically, and even those inside the divine bell shield were not spared.
A wave of cold air surged in, biting and chilling to the bone.
The howling wind seemed to cut through the air like countless sharp blades, sending chills down one's spine. This chill also carried a peculiar sense of oppression, like the sudden appearance of the five signs of decay, inspiring awe and fear.
My consciousness split into two. Within my main body, I felt a gentle breeze in the space, refreshing and soothing, like a soft breeze caressing a willow tree, gentle and tender, without a trace of fear.
On the other hand, with a portion of his mind focused on his primordial spirit, He Chen felt that the chill was truly present. He couldn't help but gently withdraw his primordial spirit and let it fall into his divine sense between his eyebrows.
I couldn't help but recall some snippets of information I had gleaned from my extensive reading of various books.
He said softly, "This is the primordial spirit leaving the body, the soul departing from the body. One can travel three thousand miles in a day, just like the legends say, a scholar can know the affairs of the world without leaving his home."
It can also kill without leaving a trace, and today it is I who am trying to prevent it.
He nodded slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist, greetings."
He Chen quietly felt the chill and realized that it was a phenomenon caused by his breakthrough in cultivation. His heart remained calm.
Protected by the divine bell shield, with three thousand layers of protection, neither fierce winds nor yin winds can penetrate; at this moment, only this gentle breeze remains.
No wonder the major sects with their lineages are all so powerful, and geniuses are scrambling to get in. They must also have various secret manuals containing their insights and methods for protecting the soul during breakthroughs.
In the midst of quiet contemplation, true energy flows involuntarily, making the whole body feel as if it is resonating with gold and jade. It gathers in the primordial spirit, which slowly grows to a height of six feet. The meridians, internal organs, and even the clothing become clearly visible.
Immediately, his primordial spirit slowly left his brow again!
The soul left the body, just moments ago it was as if a wisp of smoke had drifted away from the constraints of the physical body.
There was a sense of heaviness at that moment; the wind no longer seemed cold, perhaps because I was wearing clothes.
He Chen couldn't help but smile slightly. He couldn't help but think of some fragments of records...
'The nascent spirit is exquisitely formed, like a tender sprout just emerging from the ground, delicate and fragile, easily withered and dying with the slightest carelessness.'
At this moment, it needs the most care and nourishment to thrive and unleash its boundless power.
"Fear of fire, sunlight, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning; one must not let one's spirit leave the body on rainy days."
'One should not spy on martial artists, especially those who have achieved mastery in their training; their murderous aura is too strong.'
"A scholar, standing in the blazing midday sun, was found lifeless and unharmed. It's possible his soul suddenly left his body; unaware of the danger, he abruptly went outside, where his soul was directly incinerated, resulting in his death!"
Many miscellaneous books, and some hidden treasures, contain fragmented language, perhaps because they cannot access those profound mysteries.
However, it is also possible that details could not be recorded, or that it was impossible to record details, or that someone deliberately erased them. After all, matters of the soul are too important, and all the major sects would probably keep them secret.
He Chen diverted a portion of his mind to manipulate his primordial spirit, and instantly the surrounding environment seemed to change. The calm and peaceful surroundings were replaced by a slight chill, and there was also a terrifying whooshing sound of wind all around.
He Chen's mind was as still as water. He manipulated his primordial spirit to practice walking, walking, and flying normally, as if he were born with the ability to fly. In one step, he arrived at the edge of space.
He slowly channeled his true energy, and instantly his primordial spirit became even stronger—yes, stronger. His arms were like coiled dragons. He practiced the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber, and instantly the wind howled and the shadows of the sabers flashed.
He Chen's primordial spirit stirred slightly, and a powerful aura surged from his body. He then unleashed a fierce slash. Sword technique: One slash, three thousand cuts!
This strike seemed to contain boundless power, instantly igniting the surrounding air and creating streaks of sharp blade light.
These flashes of light, like silver meteors, streaked across the night sky simultaneously. Countless flashes of light, dazzling and breathtaking, were dazzling to behold.
Driven by He Chen's primordial spirit, he unleashed a single slash, which instantly transformed into 1,500 blades. The blades appeared simultaneously and intertwined, forming a silvery-white light curtain.
The light screen before my eyes was as dazzling as fireworks, illuminating the entire space; it was so beautiful that I dared not look directly at it.
He Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of certainty in his expression. He murmured to himself, 'The primordial spirit can also be used; truly powerful.'
Unconsciously, he slowly channeled his inner energy into his primordial spirit once more. A moment of surprise crossed his mind, and he couldn't help but think...
'The records of the primordial spirit state that it needs to be cultivated and gradually strengthened, but I directly input true energy, and the two are interconnected—it's truly wonderful.'
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