Chapter 610: The Closed-Door Cultivation

In the secret chamber for closed-door cultivation, time lost its meaning, and over a dozen years passed in the blink of an eye.

Jie Ming sat cross-legged in the center of the chamber, the surrounding floor covered in densely packed, carved runes.

That was the array he had spent three years setting up, used to stabilize his spirit, isolate external disturbances, and assist in his breakthrough.

Outside the secret chamber, the Black Giant priests stood guard in shifts.

Inside the chamber, only a single long-burning lamp emitted a faint glow, casting his motionless shadow against the wall.

Over these years, he had spent a considerable amount of time thoroughly comprehending the "True Body Scripture of Self-Existence" from beginning to end, repeatedly scrutinizing every word, every line of the oral formula, and every vital point until he knew it by heart.

He spent another five years adapting the elixirs required by the cultivation technique into wizarding potions one by one, ensuring that the effects of the Cultivation World could be achieved through the methods of the Wizarding World.

Some were easy, requiring only the replacement of a few ingredients; others were extremely difficult, requiring the entire formula to be redesigned.

For the most troublesome one, the "Void-Condensing Elixir," he experimented over a thousand times back and forth before finally finding a suitable substitute.

For the remaining time, he spent it consuming those potions, letting the medicinal power slowly permeate every corner of his body to prepare for the breakthrough.

At this moment, all preparatory work had been completed.

Jie Ming opened his eyes, the flame of the long-burning lamp dancing in his pupils.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Let's begin."

He activated his cultivation technique, and spiritual power circulated within his body along specific paths.

The cultivation of a Dharma Body was not like the gentle and smooth circulation of ordinary times, but rather a violent impact that felt as if it would tear his meridians apart.

Every circulation felt like an invisible knife churning inside his body.

Jie Ming gritted his teeth, even forcibly suppressing the automatic operation of his body-refining technique to prevent it from repairing the tissues torn by the impact of the spiritual power.

After his physical state reached a certain limit, he actively dispersed his three treasures: essence, Qi, and spirit.

In that instant, Jie Ming felt as if his body had been blown apart from the inside.

Essence, Qi, and spirit had been constantly condensing and merging since the first day he stepped onto the path of cultivation.

They were the foundation of his existence, the pillars of his cultivation base, and the core of why he was "him."

And now, he had dismantled them with his own hands.

A violent tremor surged from deep within his body, spreading in all directions like an earthquake.

Jie Ming's body trembled, his spiritual sea surged, and his spiritual power rampaged through his meridians like a wild horse that had broken its bridle.

He felt his consciousness being torn and pulled, as if he had been thrown into a boundless darkness.

Then, he perceived those "things."

They crawled out from the "cracks" in the darkness of his consciousness, silently approaching his spiritual sea.

Some looked like twisted shadows, some like rotting tentacles, and others had no fixed form at all, just a mass of constantly changing, nauseating colors.

They were inner demons.

During the period of soul oscillation after his essence, Qi, and spirit were dispersed, various negative emotions were continuously transformed into inner demons, which then swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

Jie Ming did not move, nor did he even mobilize his spiritual power to resist.

The moment the first inner demon touched the edge of his spiritual sea, the network of the Incense Divine Dao was automatically activated.

The faith of billions of believers converged into a golden barrier, blocking those inner demons outside.

They bit frantically, trying to find a loophole, but the network of the Incense Divine Dao was airtight.

A few of the most powerful inner demons managed to infiltrate a trace of their aura, but before they could even get close to Jie Ming's core consciousness, the Five Elements Rainbow-Transforming Mirror lit up.

Brilliant light surged from his dantian, illuminating the invading aura until it vanished into smoke.

Not long after, Jie Ming adapted to his current state, and the inner demons shrieked in frustration before dissipating.

The entire process took no more than a few breaths.

Jie Ming did not even spare a distraction to pay attention to them; his entire focus was concentrated within his body.

The dispersal of the three treasures of essence, Qi, and spirit was just the beginning.

Next, he had to reconstruct his life form within this "chaos."

Following the guidance of the "True Body Scripture of Self-Existence," he began to guide the dispersed essence, Qi, and spirit, letting them recombine according to specific laws.

He condensed a brand-new, independent "Dharma Body" that was both one with him and distinct from him.

This process was very slow.

So slow that he could even feel the movement of every trace of essence, every wisp of spiritual power, and every point of divine thought.

They were like countless tiny streams, gathering from every corner of his body, slowly condensing behind him.

At first, it was just a blurry mass of light and shadow, like mist, like an illusion, without any shape.

But as time passed, that mass of light and shadow began to expand, began to solidify, and began to reveal its outline.

Head, neck, torso, limbs—a huge figure slowly took shape behind him.

Not knowing how much time had passed, the light in the secret chamber finally stabilized.

Jie Ming opened his eyes and looked back at what was behind him.

A hundred-meter-tall phantom hovered behind his back, its entire body a dark gold, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, its muscles knotted.

Its body was not yet completely solid, the edges somewhat blurry, as if separated by a thin veil.

But the outline was already clearly distinguishable.

The entire Dharma Body had only one head, but there was a face on both the front and the back of the head.

The one in front had delicate features, with a Taoist demeanor between its brows, as if it were about to speak on the scriptures at any moment.

The one in the back had sharp lines, its expression calm and rational, like a scholar deep in thought.

Between the brows of both faces was a golden mark in the shape of a vertical line, which at first glance looked like a closed vertical eye.

Although it had two faces, it only had one pair of arms.

The left hand held a book, and the right hand held a small round mirror, its surface shimmering with brilliant colors, echoing the Five Elements Rainbow-Transforming Mirror in Jie Ming's dantian.

It wore a peculiar robe; the upper body was in the style of a Taoist robe, with wide sleeves and large lapels, elegant and ethereal; the lower body, however, incorporated elements of a wizard's robe, with simple lines and faintly visible runes.

The two styles were completely different, yet they were cleverly fused together without appearing abrupt in the slightest.

Natal Dharma Body: True Body of Self-Existence.

Jie Ming looked at the phantom, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Judging from the appearance of the Dharma Body, compared to the various Dharma Bodies recorded in the Great Dao Book Pavilion, his Dharma Body was not particularly strong.

Those top-tier Dharma Bodies sometimes possessed six arms, stepped on twin dragons, or were surrounded by phenomena of the laws.

And his, this one, only had one pair of hands, one head, and even the phenomena were barely there.

But it was not weak either.

All in all, it was roughly upper-middle tier, standard and conventional, but its compatibility rate with him was extremely high.

He could feel that every part of this Dharma Body's structure was closely connected to his own characteristics.

"Not bad." Jie Ming nodded with satisfaction.

Next, it was time for the slow, grinding work.

Cultivating the Dharma Body technique, letting the Dharma Body behind him slowly solidify.

This was a slow, gradual process.

As the Dharma Body became more and more solid, his physical body would become more and more illusory.

When the day came that the Dharma Body was completely solid, his current physical body would disappear entirely, and the Dharma Body would become his true body.

Of course, by that point, he could still transform back into the appearance of a normal person during daily life.

But on certain special occasions, such as when passing through spatial rifts, even if he maintained a normal body size, he would have to tear the rift to a size large enough for the Dharma Body to pass through.

Because his essence had already changed; he was no longer "a person," but a huge individual.

Jie Ming suddenly thought of a question.

In every plane war, when high-tier wizards forcibly entered other planes, they needed to tear open particularly large spatial rifts.

Now that he thought about it, wizards above level six probably also possessed some characteristics similar to a "true body."

"Interesting." Jie Ming kept this thought in his mind, preparing to study it in depth when he had time later.

He stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff body.

The Dharma Body phantom behind him swayed slightly with his movements, like a huge flag.

He looked up at the ceiling of the secret chamber, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the rock and see the grey-red sky outside.

He was now a genuine Void Refinement Stage cultivator.

The path of cultivation was still long, but he was already on it.

Jie Ming raised his hand, and the door to the secret chamber slowly opened.

Outside, the Black Giant priests were kneeling neatly on the ground, and the moment they saw him, they bowed their heads simultaneously.

"Congratulations to my lord for emerging from closed-door cultivation."

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