Chapter 92: Upper-Grade Spiritual Root, Foundation Establishment Success

The third will limit was broken, heaven and earth sensed it, and in the next moment an omen was about to erupt.

At that moment, five zhang above, a silver light flickered faintly, and all movement and sound vanished instantly.

Below, Wang Ping was unaware of this; at that moment, he was looking at the cyan light circle on his palm.

Originally the verdant, dripping light circle became ever more crystalline; perhaps because they had once merged, an indescribable bond now existed between them.

"It seems I no longer need to control it with my spiritual sense?"

Wang Ping muttered doubtfully in a low voice.

Saying that, he withdrew his spiritual sense, and the cyan light circle hovered silently in midair.

During this process, Wang Ping exerted no force.

Wang Ping rejoiced; indeed, it had become different!

"From today on! You shall be called the Vajra Pestle!"

Wang Ping reached out again and slowly grasped the cyan light circle to which he had given a new name.

Before, he had never held it like this; at this moment, when he grasped the Vajra Pestle, there was even a hint of metallic texture!

Clearly it was three sword lights fused with his spiritual sense and spiritual power; logically it should feel illusory, yet now it had a substantial feel.

Previously, Wang Ping would move his thoughts and his spiritual sense would control the Vajra Pestle; now, he merely thinks of it and the Vajra Pestle vanishes instantly, so fast that even his spiritual sense cannot detect it.

Bang!

A low, thudding collision sound rang out; Wang Ping shook his head and laughed. At the edge of ten zhang, the Vajra Pestle struck the barrier set up by the silver gate, and at that moment it was contending against that barrier!

Come back!

Wang Ping's heart and mind stirred again, and the Vajra Pestle swooshed away.

Reappearing, it was now wrapped around Wang Ping's left arm.

Able to be illusory or solid, Wang Ping gazed thoughtfully at the Vajra Pestle on his left arm, wondering whether such a change could be possessed by a magical artifact.

Unable to fathom it, Wang Ping temporarily gave up, intending to send it into his dantian, but unexpectedly the Vajra Pestle drilled straight into his glabella.

Wang Ping's heart startled; he hurriedly felt his glabella and found everything normal there.

So he immediately closed his eyes and immersed his consciousness in his mind.

At the will-star, he indeed found it.

In the dark depths of his mind, a crystal-like star that seemed both real and illusory hovered silently, and around it a cyan ring encircled it.

At first glance, Wang Ping seemed to see, in the dark cosmos, a star and its ring.

This scene felt utterly natural; the crystalline will-star and the verdant Vajra Pestle combined as if they were born to be together!

This change surpassed Wang Ping's comprehension, and he did not intend to investigate further.

Wang Ping glanced at the hourglass beside him; half a day in the Spirit Realm had passed since this breakthrough, and next he would need to condense ninety-nine strands of spiritual power before preparing to break through Foundation Establishment.

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Lower Realm, Spirit Cosmos Realm!

A barren wasteland, where for years no one has lived, and even spiritual energy has nearly vanished.

That day, suddenly a cyan light shot out from deep within the wasteland; with incredible speed, in the blink of an eye it had already flown ten li.

Whoosh!

The cyan light and shadow suddenly halted in midair; when the cyan light enveloping him faded, a young cultivator's face appeared—somewhat ordinary in appearance but outstanding in demeanor.

This was Wang Ping after breaking through Foundation Establishment; at this moment he revealed his true appearance.

"Escape light is indeed far faster than the Wind-Riding Technique!"

Wang Ping said with a face full of delight.

This escape light is a flight technique recorded in the Qingdi Changsheng Gong, improved from the wood escape of the Five Elements Escapes; its name is Azure Light Flash.

At its fastest it can reach eight hundred li in an instant, but that level can only be attained after he becomes a Golden Core cultivator.

Now, exerting himself fully, his flight speed can reach ten li in an instant—that is five kilometers, less than a second—and the key is that he produces no sonic boom, indeed a world of cultivation.

However, this speed cannot be sustained; after Wang Ping just employed it for a mere ten breaths, he felt his spiritual power was insufficient.

That is why he stopped here.

Silently hovering at a hundred meters in the air, Wang Ping, emerging from his seclusion, showed a look of emotion.

From entering the cultivation world to now, having undergone secluded training all the way, twenty-three years passed, and at the age of forty-one he finally became a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Four years ago, in the Spirit Realm, after breaking the third limit, he finally succeeded in Foundation Establishment with two thousand eight hundred and two strands of spiritual power.

After Foundation Establishment, his spiritual power liquefied, each drop exceedingly pure. He also gave birth to true spiritual sense, such that nothing within twenty li escaped his perception.

Furthermore, after absorbing the wood spiritual energy from several second-grade spirit woods in the Spirit Realm, his wood-spirit body condensed smoothly, and his body-protecting spiritual light, after absorbing sufficient wood spiritual energy, successfully condensed into a spiritual armor comparable to a low-grade defensive magic treasure.

Most important of all was his spiritual root; at the moment Foundation Establishment was completed, his fire and wood spiritual roots both advanced to upper-grade spiritual roots.

Regarding this, Wang Ping felt both excited and helpless; for so long his fire spiritual root had never been used, knowing that this is his original spiritual root, while the wood spiritual root was produced by reverse cultivation after being afflicted with the Reverse Fire Curse.

Wang Ping decided that this time, upon returning to the cultivation world, he must select a decent fire-system technique to cultivate, to see whether the Reverse Fire Curse is as miraculous as Lan Bing said!

Besides that, there is his Vajra Pestle; when his spiritual root advanced, it actually received a baptism as well.

And now, one of its manifestation methods is even more astonishing to Wang Ping.

Hum!

Wang Ping's glabella suddenly emitted crystal light, and within that crystal light a cyan jade-like Dao light abruptly appeared.

Then it suddenly expanded!

In an instant, a fan-shaped light appeared between heaven and earth.

In the midst of the fan-shaped light, a cyan ring bearing mysterious patterns spun at high speed.

Boom!

Below, a loud boom sounded; after the smoke and dust cleared, a crack about ten or so zhang long and of unknown depth appeared on the ground, which from high above looked like a scar.

Wang Ping's heart and mind stirred, his palm opened, all light vanished in an instant, and the Vajra Pestle appeared as if teleported into his palm!

This is how, during the three years of consolidation after his breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, he discovered the way the Vajra Pestle appears.

Gazing at the Vajra Pestle, which he had looked at countless times, Wang Ping couldn't help muttering: 'Am I addicted to imitating mythological figures?'

However, after being in this world for so long, he seems never to have heard legends about Pangu, the Three Pure Ones, and similar figures.

On the other hand, some great divine abilities are still passed down in this world—for example, the Daoist's first divine ability, One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones! The Buddhist's Six-Zhang Golden Body, Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, and so on are also transmitted.

Other abilities such as Three Heads Six Arms and Samadhi True Fire are even more familiar.

Wang Ping raised his head and gazed at the sky, wondering whether the Spirit Realm had more legends!

Afterward, he again looked at the Vajra Pestle in his hand; it is now his natal treasure, but he still does not clearly know how to enhance it.

Currently, the only known method is to have it absorb more Refined Metal Qi.

Infusing more Heaven and Earth's mighty power forms Heaven and Earth Treasure Patterns; the markings on the Vajra Pestle now resemble those patterns but are not identical, and these markings can only be understood gradually later.

Stowing the Vajra Pestle, Wang Ping confirmed his direction and flew toward the Ten Thousand Peace Mountain Range.

Ten years have passed; now that he has fulfilled his promise to Tie Lanshan and Master Liaoru, it's time to repay the debt.

He just doesn't know whether they, too, have broken through to Foundation Establishment.

This time he still goes under the identity of Lan Ming; although he has now broken through to Foundation Establishment, even if he possessed millions of spirit stones, few cultivators would dare to rob him, and moreover, the Lan Ming identity makes certain matters very convenient.

In the midst of his thoughts, Wang Ping had already vanished at the horizon's end.

Below the wasteland, at an unknown depth of many meters, within a huge magic array, a tall creature bound by ninety-nine eighty-one magical chains slowly opened its eyes, muttering something unintelligible.

But there is a word whose pronunciation is extremely close to that of the Spirit Realm!