Breakthrough to the Spirit Core Realm, Second Spirit Shaping

It took Zhou Xue almost half an hour to stop. By then, the formation had surrounded Fang Wang. Twelve wooden sticks were stuck into the ground, covered with talismans. These weren't randomly placed; each stick's talisman was clearly arranged according to some kind of magical rule, and the characters on each talisman were different—though Fang Wang couldn't understand them. ♡👽 ➅➈𝐒Ħ𝔲Ⓧ.ᑕ𝓸ᗰ 🍬🍬

Fang Wang took a deep breath and said, "Let's go!"

Zhou Xue stared at him and said, "Take off your clothes so as not to affect your absorption of spiritual energy."

"this……"

Fang Wang frowned, and asked hesitantly, "Could you turn around?"

"Hurry up, stop being so indecisive."

Zhou Xue said expressionlessly. Hearing this, Fang Wang had no choice but to bite the bullet and take off his clothes.

On the rock, Xiao Zi stared at Fang Wang, constantly flicking its tongue.

Being stared at by a woman, a female demon, Fang Wang felt extremely awkward, especially since he couldn't refuse her.

That's it!

Fang Wang cleared his mind of distractions, took off all his clothes and put them into his storage bag, then sat down to meditate.

"You can start circulating your energy now. The Xuan Yang Scripture should contain the breakthrough method."

Zhou Xue spoke again, and Fang Wang immediately began to circulate his internal energy.

Immediately, Zhou Xue waved her sleeve, and a strong wind blew towards Fang Wang. In an instant, all the talismans on the twelve wooden sticks caught fire, forming twelve flames of different colors. What was amazing was that the talismans did not turn into ashes, as if the flames were just attached to the surface.

As the energy surged, Fang Wang clearly felt the spiritual energy surging from the ground. He saw waves rising around him, shaking the rare and precious materials piled up on the ground.

A whirlwind of spiritual energy rose up and surrounded Fang Wang's body.

For some reason, Fang Wang felt a cool sensation beneath him, an indescribable coolness that made him want to get up.

Rumbling--

The thunderclouds in the sky churned violently, and streaks of lightning, like snakes and pythons, emerged from the clouds with tremendous force, making the atmosphere on the cliff even more oppressive.

Xiao Zi was so frightened that she ran away and kept her distance.

Zhou Xue stood before the formation, her robes billowing violently. Her gaze was fixed on the clouds in the sky, but the fierce wind and thunder did not frighten her.

As the surrounding whirlwind grew stronger, the natural treasures around Fang Wang began to release their elemental spiritual energy, which varied in color and gathered together to form a seven-colored wind, which was very dazzling.

Fang Wang focused his mind on the breakthrough, casting aside all distractions.

boom!

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down, scattering the seven-colored whirlwind and entering Fang Wang's crown chakra. He trembled, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly into his body.

After a brief period of intense pain, he was replaced by endless pleasure, making Fang Wang want to do it again.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

One bolt of lightning after another struck down, each time drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy to flow into his body, cleansing his bones and muscles, and finally converging in his dantian, where it gathered in one place.

Gradually, Fang Wang forgot the pain and focused his attention on his dantian.

The operation of the Xuan Yang Nerve technique compresses and condenses spiritual energy within the dantian. The entire process is very complex. Once he relaxes, the condensed spiritual energy can easily disperse, especially since spiritual energy of different attributes can repel each other.

Zhou Xue kept staring at Fang Wang, and slowly, a smile appeared on her face.

Little Purple glanced at her from time to time, afraid that she would do something reckless. After all, its life was in Fang Wang's hands, and it was afraid that if Fang Wang died, it would die with him.

Time flies.

One hour later.

One-third of the rare and precious materials around Fang Wang had withered or turned to ashes and scattered with the wind.

Zhou Xue stopped staring at him and instead sat down not far away, closing her eyes to rest.

Lightning struck intermittently, but it could not shake Fang Wang's seated meditation posture.

……

Beneath a sky thick with dark clouds, amidst a vast expanse of desolate mountains, four disciples of the Taiyuan Sect stood side by side on a hillside.

This includes Gu Li and Xu Lang.

Their gazes were all fixed in the same direction. Several miles away, nestled between two mountains, stood a dilapidated temple with its gates wide open. A corpse hung from the plaque, swaying gently in the wind.

On the temple wall stood several mysterious women in white robes, their hair disheveled, making it impossible to see their faces. From a distance, they were a chilling sight.

"Are we really going to take this risk?"

A male disciple frowned and asked. His name was Yan Feiyue. He carried a broadsword on his back and had a long whip tied around his waist. He was tall and strong, and his demeanor was more like that of a martial artist than a Taoist.

Xu Lang said expressionlessly, "An opportunity like the Great Sage's Grotto is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If we don't take the risk, we'll regret it. Perhaps we are top-notch geniuses in the Taiyuan Sect, but the goal of cultivation is to pursue immortality. Since ancient times, has anyone in the Taiyuan Sect ever achieved immortality?"

Yan Feiyue fell silent upon hearing these words.

Ye Xiang, a genius from the second lineage of Earthly Treasure Spirits, said, "Let's go. The four of us working together should be fine."

Gu Li had no objections. Her goal had always been to defeat Fang Wang. She knew that if she cultivated in a conventional way, she would never be able to surpass Fang Wang. Only by taking risks and seeking great opportunities could she have a glimmer of hope.

The four immediately flew towards the distant temple on their swords. At the same time, the white-clad women on the courtyard wall looked up, revealing pale faces, empty eyes, and no life.

……

The morning sun pierced the sky, broke through the thunderclouds, and fell directly on Fang Wang.

After a day and a night of breakthroughs, he finally reached the first level of the Spirit Pill Realm!

All the rare and precious materials around him had withered or turned to ashes and no longer existed.

At this moment, within his dantian, the spiritual pill had already formed, its color a white jade, crystal clear. Spiritual energy surged into the spiritual pill, then transformed into boundless spiritual power. From the ninth level of the Spirit Shaping Realm to the first level of the Spirit Pill Realm, it seemed like only one level apart, but in reality, the difference was enormous.

After the breakthrough, the next step is to consolidate one's cultivation!

Fang Wang was examining his inner spiritual space when he discovered eight deep purple, groove-like areas around the Heavenly Palace Halberd, which gave him a jolt.

Could it be that he can also condense nine natal spirit treasures?

The natal spirit treasure not only determines one's aptitude, but is also equivalent to an indestructible magical artifact. For cultivators, the more magical artifacts they have, the better, so that they can face different dangers.

In Zhou Xue's words, the existence of the natal spirit treasure is a gift from Heaven to the human race!

Zhou Xue, who was sitting cross-legged, opened her eyes and muttered to herself, "That's about it."

She raised her right hand and waved it, and the formation suddenly changed. The whirlwind of spiritual energy surrounding Fang Wang suddenly sank down, spreading across the ground and forming a visible mist that continued to expand, obscuring Fang Wang's body.

Fang Wang clearly felt the changes in the formation, which made him rediscover the feeling he had when he was shaping his spirit.

Initially, he intended to create natal spirit treasures such as cauldrons and pagodas, but after confirming that he could condense eight more natal spirit treasures, he changed his mind.

First, condense a sword and disguise yourself as a swordsman!

When he first tried to condense his spirit, he wanted to create a sword-type natal spirit. How could a cultivator be considered qualified without a cool sword?

Fang Wang's heart began to pound with anxiety, wondering if the Heavenly Palace would stop him this time.

He began to fantasize about his own sword.

Unlike his first sword, he had a new idea. Before meeting Xu Lang, his understanding of swords was limited to common sense. After seeing Xu Lang's invisible sword, he realized that spirit shaping could be innovative.

The process of shaping a spirit is not only about creating the form of the natal spirit, but also about imbuing it with the concept of its abilities. For example, Li Hongshuang's natal spirit can release poison, while Zhou Xue's natal spirit can capture souls.

The extent of power a natal spirit can ultimately unleash depends on its rank.

Under Zhou Xue's gaze, Fang Wang emitted Xuan Yang True Fire from his body. Unlike the first time he was shaping a spirit, the Xuan Yang True Fire also carried a white aura. The Xuan Yang True Fire and the white aura surged to the top of his head and condensed together.

Little Purple climbed onto a large rock, gazing into the distance, its tongue flicking out.

Having gained experience from his first spirit-shaping attempt, Fang Wang was much more adept at it this time.

He looked inward into the Treasure Spirit Space, imagining the form and abilities of his second natal Treasure Spirit.

As time passed, a sword hilt gradually materialized above Fang Wang's head, with the blade pointing upwards.

"Is Young Master creating a spirit?" Little Purple couldn't help but ask, as it remembered that Fang Wang's natal spirit was a halberd.

Zhou Xue did not answer, her gaze fixed on the top of Fang Wang's head.

The hilt became increasingly solid, and Zhou Xue thought of Xu Lang's invisible sword, which only had a hilt and a transparent blade.

But she had a vague feeling that Fang Wang wouldn't imitate others.

That Heavenly Palace Halberd wasn't a copy, because there's no such innate treasure spirit in the mortal realm!

The Heavenly Palace Halberd is far more than just a simple halberd!