Late at night.
Qingyun’s rear cliff.
At this very moment.
Within Ye Ping’s mind,
a vision of the universe emerged.
Boundless and endless, infinite and immeasurable.
This was the heaven and earth within Ye Ping’s heart.
The four directions, above and below, were called yu; past and present, coming and going, were called zhou.
The universe was infinitely vast, yet also infinitely minute.
The universe within Ye Ping’s heart was vast and limitless, and yet a Heaven-Gazing Fiendgod appeared within it.
This Fiendgod could not be observed, could not be looked upon directly. From head to toe, it emanated an aura terrifying to the extreme; even a single wisp of it could make the universe rumble.
The Fiendgod’s body seemed forged from divine iron, indestructible and unbreakable. It stood horizontally across the universe, grasping the Great Dao in its hand, treading upon the Five Elements, yin and yang, its eyes seeing through all things.
This was the Great Dao Fiendgod.
Ye Ping was utterly shaken.
He gazed upon this Fiendgod in his heart, and in an instant, countless wondrous methods appeared in his mind.
It was the supreme method to begin Fiendgod body refinement.
“With heaven as the hammer, earth as the furnace, take in all things and remold the body anew.”
An ancient voice appeared in Ye Ping’s mind.
The complete Fiendgod body-refining method had been comprehended by Ye Ping in a flash of enlightenment.
An hour later.
Ye Ping opened his eyes.
He already knew the cultivation method of the Fiendgod Body Refining Art.
Visualize the Fiendgod in the heart, draw upon heaven and earth to transform them into a divine hammer and furnace, and temper oneself.
The Primordial Fiendgod Body Refining Art was divided into five realms.
Lesser Fiendgod, Greater Fiendgod, Supreme Fiendgod, Great Dao Fiendgod, Great Dao Ancestral God.
At present, the mental cultivation method in Ye Ping’s mind was the Lesser Fiendgod chapter. With heaven as the hammer and earth as the furnace, one tempered the fleshly body eighty-one times to reach perfection, thereby condensing the body of a Lesser Fiendgod.
At that time, the strength of the fleshly body would be like a true dragon’s, the vigor of blood and qi would be as blazing as the sun, and essence, qi, and spirit would all be full.
And the Fiendgod Body Refining Art had two major essentials.
The first was to visualize the Fiendgod in the heart. If there was no image of the Fiendgod in one’s mind, then no matter what methods one thought of, it would be impossible to truly temper out a Fiendgod body.
The second was the Heavenly Hammer and Earthly Furnace. This was a method: use qi to guide the spirit, use the spirit to guide the body; take heaven as the hammer and earth as the furnace, placing the body within the furnace to undergo countless temperings.
Once the Fiendgod image existed in the heart, one had to rely on this method, using spiritual energy to communicate with heaven and earth, thereby borrowing the power of the earth to transform it into a supreme furnace, and then turning heavenly might into a divine hammer to strike the body, forcibly tempering out a Fiendgod body.
This process was extremely dangerous, but the method was very simple. As long as there was enough spiritual energy, one could temper oneself once.
However, without an extraordinarily powerful will, during the tempering process, one’s primordial spirit could easily collapse and one’s fleshly body crumble, resulting in a death without burial.
“I thought attaining enlightenment was already difficult. I didn’t expect cultivating it to be even harder. But that’s only natural. After all, the stronger the mental cultivation method, the more difficult it is. If it could be cultivated casually, wouldn’t everyone be a mighty cultivator?”
After his sudden enlightenment, Ye Ping could not help but sigh with emotion.
However, a problem had appeared.
To condense the Heavenly Hammer and Earthly Furnace required a large amount of spiritual energy, but the problem was that he had no spiritual energy.
During these days, he had been comprehending sword techniques every day and had never cultivated at all, so naturally it was impossible for him to condense spiritual energy.
Moreover, the further one progressed in the Fiendgod Body Refining Art, the greater the amount of spiritual energy required.
Most importantly, his greatest trouble was that his aptitude for cultivation was poor. This was very troublesome.
Ye Ping had some understanding of his own cultivation aptitude. Over half a year, he had participated in more than fifty Immortal Ascension Conventions, and the tests of several hundred sects all concluded that he had no spiritual root.
Thus, Ye Ping felt that perhaps his sword Dao was not especially poor, but his cultivation aptitude was probably the worst of the worst.
“What should I do?”
With trouble upon him, Ye Ping’s head began to ache a little.
“Should I look for Eldest Senior Brother?”
Ye Ping thought to himself, but he very quickly rejected the idea outright.
“No. My cultivation aptitude is already poor to begin with. If I take the initiative to seek out Eldest Senior Brother, and in the end my aptitude turns out to be too terrible, I might end up making Eldest Senior Brother dislike me.”
“But if I don’t look for Eldest Senior Brother, I won’t be able to cultivate. And if I can’t cultivate, then I can’t practice the Primordial Fiendgod Body Refining Art.”
Ye Ping frowned, deep in thought.
“Hm? Eldest Senior Brother gave me some Qi Refining Pills before. I wonder if those pills will have any effect.”
All of a sudden, Ye Ping thought of this.
With that thought, Ye Ping immediately took out the bottle of Qi Refining Pills.
He poured a pale white pill out of the bottle.
The pill was not large; it was even like a grain of rice. Its surface was white, and it gave off a delicate fragrance without any medicinal smell.
However, just as Ye Ping was about to swallow the pill, he suddenly froze.
“All medicine is three parts poison. This is a Qi Refining Pill, and I haven’t even stepped into the Qi Refining Realm yet. I don’t know whether something might happen. I can’t be reckless.”
Suddenly, Ye Ping remembered that he had not yet stepped into the Qi Refining Realm. He did not know whether he could swallow this kind of pill.
What if he swallowed it and his body exploded?
Thinking of this, Ye Ping put the Qi Refining Pill back into the jade bottle.
There was nothing wrong with being a little cautious.
In the world of immortals and xia, cultivators were divided into seven great realms.
Qi Refining Realm, Foundation Establishment Realm, Golden Core Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, Primordial Spirit Realm, Tribulation Crossing Realm, Mahayana Realm.
Between each realm lay an unbridgeable chasm. Those above were immortals; those below were mortals. It was an absolute suppression.
Although Ye Ping had never cultivated immortality, he had more or less read some information on it.
Unable to cultivate the Fiendgod Body Refining Art, Ye Ping did not continue dwelling on it. At the very least, he had already comprehended the method for now; whether he cultivated it was only a matter of time.
Very soon, Ye Ping once again began comprehending the sword scars.
He wanted to strive to comprehend the Four Thunder Sword Intent as soon as possible.
And so, the next day.
Su Changyu arrived.
Ever since teaching the Primordial Fiendgod Body Refining Art to Ye Ping, he had spent these three days painstakingly studying the Chuanhe Sword Art. Unfortunately, flowers had feelings, but flowing water was heartless. Su Changyu had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights.
Yet he simply could not understand it. This made Su Changyu feel terrible. He already needed dozens of years to comprehend the Four Thunder Sword Art, and now there was another Chuanhe Sword Art. Although it was just a little inferior to the Four Thunder Sword Art, he simply had no talent at all.
Thinking of this, Su Changyu could not help but get angry.
Everything had been perfectly fine. Why make him learn some sword art? Couldn’t they teach Ye Ping something else?
However, what angered him most was not this, but the fact that he was angry and did not dare say a word.
Daoist Taihua was currently waiting for him to go teach Ye Ping the Chuanhe Sword Art. But if Daoist Taihua found out that he had not learned it at all, even if he did not die, he would probably have a layer of skin peeled off, right?
Su Changyu had guessed Daoist Taihua’s intentions.
He wanted Ye Ping to participate in the Qingzhou Sword Dao Conference.
But Su Changyu felt this idea was just a tiny bit unreliable.
Although Ye Ping’s aptitude in the sword Dao was very strong,
the problem was that Ye Ping had no magical power. Although the Qingzhou Sword Dao Conference had rules stating that only cultivators below the Foundation Establishment Realm were allowed to compete in the sword Dao,
most of the participants were basically cultivators at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining, or even at perfected Qi Refining.
Even if Ye Ping had condensed sword force, he did not have the slightest bit of magical power. If he encountered cultivators at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining, perhaps he might still have a chance of victory.
But if he encountered those truly powerful sword cultivators, there was no guarantee he could win.
Of course, the main reason was that Su Changyu also did not know how powerful the Four Thunder Sword Force was. In his eyes, there were only two kinds of people.
Those weaker than himself.
And those stronger than himself.
So in order to make Daoist Taihua give up on the idea, Su Changyu decided to continue teaching nonsense.
Mm, that’s right. Chuanhe Sword Art or no Chuanhe Sword Art, Su Changyu decided to teach Ye Ping in his own way.
Last night, he had rewritten a sword manual.
Part of it contained the essentials of the Chuanhe Sword Art, but most of it was nonsense he had made up himself.
He refused to believe that Ye Ping could still comprehend anything from this.
If he could comprehend even that, Su Changyu would chew up the swords of everyone at the Qingzhou Sword Dao Conference and swallow them.
And so, Su Changyu arrived at the rear cliff.