Chapter 397: What I Know Is My Existence

Jin Guang shot straight into the clouds continuously.

It made the spiritual energy of this Li Prefecture much denser.

Even mortals felt their bodies slightly lighter, and cases of hidden ailments curing themselves without treatment occurred frequently.

"What kind of immortal pill has emerged?!"

Wu Dao'an was nearly stunned; even with his years of experience and having perused numerous ancient texts in the armory, he had never witnessed such an earth-shattering scene.

What made it even more absurd to him was that this kind of Jin Guang had appeared for the twenty-sixth time.

Did Junior Brother Shen empty all the spiritual herbs of this world?

"..."

Compared to Wu Dao'an, the shock in the heart of Zhu Jue, the library keeper, was even more intense.

He could smell at least a dozen familiar medicinal herb scents.

All were treasures rarely seen once in a thousand years.

Besides these, there were other even richer medicinal aromas that he had never heard of.

Pills refined from such precious things—could eating them make one instantly become an immortal?

"Burp."

Inside the wooden house, Shen Yi stuffed a handful of Soul Transformation pills into his mouth and chewed numbly.

Watching this made Qiuqiu Shenxu Laozu's heart pound with fear.

Just one of these pills could greatly increase a Slain Hunyuan cultivator's probability of breaking through to Soul Transformation.

Therefore, the quantity was also extremely scarce.

From the very beginning, a single batch yielded only five or six pills; even after the master became skilled, it topped out at no more than ten.

Just in this short while.

It watched with its own eyes as Shen Yi swallowed nearly eighty of them.

Is it... is it really useful?

But such supreme treasures of heaven and earth, only entering the master's stomach would mean they weren't wasted.

"..."

Shen Yi swallowed the pills, feeling the mighty medicinal power spread within his body and merge into his spiritual roots and five viscera.

The perfected Moon-Swallowing Spirit-Gathering Art could completely absorb the medicinal power.

Combined with the panel's deduction, digesting a single pill required nearly ten years.

The two combined meant the medicinal power was used to its fullest, wasting not a bit.

【Year 823, you once again digested the medicinal power of the Soul Transformation pills; they merged into the five viscera, making these five spiritual roots shine brilliantly, as if washed by heaven and earth, successfully undergoing transformation】

【The medicinal power eventually runs out; you observe the increasingly minute changes and let out a satisfied long sigh in your heart】

Shen Yi sank into internal vision.

His guess was indeed correct; the Soul Transformation pills could help cultivators condense spiritual roots, and they could likely also supplement spiritual roots.

He saw that even the lowest-grade True Yang Qilin Stone had now turned into the shape of a blazing furnace, while the Year Wood had extended, growing from a broken branch into a lush, leafy form.

As for the other three, although the changes were not so great, the aura within them had also become increasingly thick.

Under this support, the entire body had reached a state where it could no longer be improved.

Although the realm had not yet broken through, the range of spiritual energy he could perceive had more than tripled.

Shen Yi counted the remaining Soul Transformation pills, found there were still over ten, put them away again, and set them aside for other uses.

Then he took out a hundred or so Break Through the Fog pills.

Compared to the Soul Transformation pills from the Nanyang Sect, the Break Through the Fog pills made by Qiuqiu were obviously much coarser, merely a simple application of medicinal power.

However, for Shen Yi, this was exactly what he needed most.

Without any stinginess, he grabbed a handful and swallowed them.

Violent medicinal power immediately rushed wildly through his body.

If not for the transformation of his spiritual roots, he would have truly been unable to withstand it for a moment.

【Year 1, you swallowed numerous Break Through the Fog pills; without needing a technique, relying solely on that surging medicinal power plus a small Spirit-Gathering formula, you began to attempt forcibly breaking through】

Shen Yi closed his eyes.

Breaking through to Soul Transformation was not as conspicuous as in the initial realm; it could not be judged by the major apertures within the body.

It manifested more in the ethereal expanse between heaven and earth.

And the Break Through the Fog pills were the precious medicine that helped him forcibly perceive the aura of heaven and earth.

The Dao Infant's five viscera began to voraciously devour the medicinal power.

In an instant, the aura within heaven and earth seemed to suddenly become clear.

Three hundred li... eight hundred li.

【Year 360, you used that small formula to exhaust all the medicinal power, successfully reaching the mid-stage of the Soul Transformation realm】

Shen Yi did not pause for a moment; he directly shoved another handful of pills into his stomach.

The feeling of controlling a thousand li of heaven and earth was simply too wonderful.

What I know is my existence.

Compared to this feeling, the Yin Spirit's sword-riding a thousand li away, which still required physical travel, was simply not worth mentioning.

【Year 730, you could already perceive spiritual energy two thousand one hundred li away, as if the entire expanse of heaven and earth was at your disposal, forging the Great Dao of the late-stage Soul Transformation】

Shen Yi grabbed the last handful of Break Through the Fog pills.

His face turned crimson, and the medicinal poison attacked his heart.

Qiuqiu Shenxu Laozu swallowed hard; actually, only it had ever taken these pills, and back then they were used merely to cross the final threshold from the early stage to the mid-stage of Soul Transformation.

It had never considered that someone would swallow so many at once.

Did he not consider the aftermath at all?

"..."

Blood seeped from the corners of Shen Yi's lips, and the sharpness in his eyes grew even more intense.

In truth, he understood the situation better than anyone.

But even the Xuanming Spider Emperor was helpless against his condition; forcing down pills was already the last resort. Having finally gathered all the ingredients, why hold back?

After all, he had made it this far by doing exactly this.

Until nearly half of the Great Qian's spiritual energy responded to him.

Three thousand three hundred li.

"Pah!"

Shen Yi spat out a mouthful of black blood, gasping heavily, then wiped the corners of his lips slightly.

He still remembered the conversation between the Xu aunt and niece back then; Nie Jun could often mobilize seven or eight thousand li of spiritual energy. It seemed that after swallowing so many Soul Transformation Pills, he still fell far short of that.

But that was not the case.

What Nie Jun could mobilize was likely only the breath of thunder.

Shen Yi suffered in range due to his impure spiritual roots and the lack of a cultivation technique to bolster him, but within these three thousand three hundred li, any heavenly and earthly qi matching his five organs must obey his command.

Yet reaching this level still did not constitute perfection.

The distance had reached its limit.

What was lacking was the sensation of heaven and earth merging.

Such a thing could only be honed over time, or required some opportunity, a clear Dao heart, and a sudden realization.

Shen Yi sighed inwardly.

Tsk, this kind of mysterious, unfathomable thing was the most headache-inducing of all.

"My Lord."

The Qingqiu Shenxu Laozu nearly cried out; what was his master pondering? Was he about to kill him?

"Go back."

Shen Yi nodded at it, unusually refraining from forcibly pulling it back into the panel.

He checked the accumulated poison within his body.

It had dyed almost his entire Dao Infant body ink-black; fortunately, the presence of the Year Wood allowed him to resist a portion of it.

If there was no problem for now, then there was no problem.

When the boat reaches the bridge, it will straighten itself; there will surely be a way to solve this later.

Shen Yi was long accustomed to setbacks on the path of cultivation; for a rogue cultivator like him, it would be strange if no problems arose.

He opened the panel again and looked at the Boundless Demon Emperor Palace.

Just then, the hem of the black robe swayed slightly. Shen Yi frowned slightly and looked toward the door.

Three auras, each more familiar than the last.

(End of this chapter)