Chapter 102

A cultivator, when the essence‑blood energy of the whole body is tempered to the utmost, is called Primordial Strength.

Primordial Strength infusing the body can instantly erupt with strength several times or even tens of times that of the flesh, the eruption extremely strong, vigorous and domineering.

When Primordial Strength is cultivated to the utmost, it combines with the ethereal and elusive mental power, communicating with the heavenly and earthly primordial energy; Primordial Strength naturally collapses and transforms into a more mysterious and greater power, which is mana.

No matter how strong the Primordial Strength, it can only dominate within the flesh.

Only mana is profound and unfathomable; it can not only permeate the whole body and perceive the subtlest mysteries of the flesh, but also emanate from the body, having endless wondrous uses.

Strands of mana continuously sprout from the brow, incessantly flowing into the whole body, incessantly seeping into the tiniest corners of the body, into the cells, descending onto a microscopic scale hundreds or thousands of times smaller than cells.

Wonderful changes were taking place; Wu Tie had just entered the Perceiving Mystery Realm, yet could not perceive them more clearly.

He temporarily gave up observing and sensing the minute interior of his body, focusing instead on the countless drifting, lively, light mana within him, like wandering fish.

A point of his right hand sent out an extremely fine, pale golden glimmer, silently and soundlessly.

A strand of mana flew out a hundred meters, made a turn in the air, then flew back following Wu Tie's intent, returning from his fingertips into his body.

Wu Tie raised his brow; likewise an extremely fine pale golden glimmer flew from between his brows, silently and soundlessly out a hundred meters, made a turn, then flew back from behind him, burrowing into his back to return to his body.

A slight shake of his head, and instantly ten strands of fine golden light shot from each of the twelve major apertures on his face and rear skull. One hundred twenty strands of golden light swirled around Wu Tie, forming a thin luminous shield that enveloped him.

The shield collapsed, and strand after strand of golden light sank into Wu Tie's body from all over, returning once more.

As each strand of mana flies through the air, it naturally attracts minute strands of primordial energy. When each strand of golden light returns, the emitted mana increases by one percent.

The wondrousness and might of the Primordial Scripture finally showed a glimpse.

As far as Wu Tie knows, mana cultivated by other methods, once projected from the body, continually dissipates and flows away. How unlike the Primordial Scripture, whose projected mana actually absorbs heavenly and earthly primordial energy on its own, continually strengthening itself!

Wu Tie drew a deep breath, then a thumb‑thick strand of golden light dozens of meters long spurted from his mouth.

The golden light coiled like a spirit serpent around Wu Tie, dancing and swirling; strand after strand of clear, pure primordial energy was continually absorbed by the light. After thirty‑six revolutions, the golden light flew back into Wu Tie's body from the crown of his head, its total amount having increased by nearly ten percent.

This strand of golden light is the condensation of all the mana Wu Tie has cultivated at this moment.

While the golden light danced outside, Wu Tie's brow naturally gave rise to new strands of mana.

What a terrifying cultivation speed!

Wu Tie marveled at the efficiency with which the Primordial Scripture stockpiles mana; he truly could not understand why Old Tie would say that cultivating the Primordial Scripture is extremely time‑ and resource‑consuming.

Frowning, Wu Tie adjusted the inner mana according to the next step of the Primordial Scripture, forming hand seals: from brow to chest, from chest to abdomen, whereupon his whole body began to move evenly, like rippling water.

His form, like wind, swayed rhythmically within a three‑foot radius.

The mana condensed within his body exploded into a sky‑filling golden light; countless specks of golden light were instantly and evenly absorbed by every cell, leaving only a single strand of golden light in Wu Tie's brow as a mana seed.

Wu Tie was stunned.

After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and swallowed three stalks of lava grass in one gulp.

The huge medicinal power erupted inside his body; he silently exercised the profound technique, quickly converting the huge medicinal power of the three stalks of lava grass into mana.

Then he again circulated the next step of the profound technique; the mana he had just cultivated inside his body exploded again, specks of golden light evenly showered every cell, which were uniformly absorbed by the cells throughout his body.

In the space between his eyebrows, a thread of mana seed still remained.

However, compared to the previous mana seed, this thread of mana had increased by one percent over its initial state……

Wu Tie seemed to understand a little.

He kept swallowing the lava grass stalk by stalk.

Threads of mana continually exploded into golden light points that merged into his whole body; his physical strength unexpectedly began to rise rapidly, and furthermore, the tissues throughout his body also began to become stronger and tougher.

Beneath his jade‑white skin lay a faint golden hue that flickered in and out of sight, giving Wu Tie an added aura of solemn dignity out of nowhere.

After consuming over thirty stalks of lava grass, Wu Tie finally understood: the cultivation of the Primeval Scripture indeed consumes enormous time and resources…… Without sufficient resources to fill it, an ordinary person could hardly break through to the Profound Perception Realm in a lifetime.

"The greater the sacrifice, the greater the reward."

Feeling the mana seed between his eyebrows—over a foot long and as thick as a mung bean—Wu Tie broke into a wry, complex smile.

He reached into his chest, rummaged in his Cosmos bag, and pulled out the small curved blade he had found in Jia Zhengfeng's sleeve.

The half‑foot‑long curved blade was exquisitely crafted, its edge razor‑sharp; faintly visible, extremely fine facets reflected a piercing cold light, and countless filigree runes as fine as hair wound around the blade.

Clearly a metal‑forged weapon, the curved blade nevertheless behaved like a living thing, constantly twitching uneasily in Wu Tie's hand and occasionally emitting a faint tremor.

Moon Scar.

Wu Tie infused a thread of extremely fine mana into the curved blade, sliced open a cut on his fingertip with its edge, smeared his own fresh blood over the blade, and a thread of information flowed from the blade into his mind, letting him know the blade's name.

Wu Tie did not know the origin of Moon Scar; otherwise he would surely have deeply thanked Jia Zhengfeng.

Moon Scar, an ancient treasure, is the spoil Jia Zhengfeng obtained after commanding the Changsheng Sect's followers, annexing an ancient clan outside the Cangyan Realm far stronger than the Lu, Yan, and Shi families, and taking it from that clan's secret treasury.

Whether in material or forging technique, Moon Scar far surpasses present‑day standards.

Moon Scar flies soundlessly, with unmatched speed; a flash of moonlight is enough to seize the soul and take life. Jia Zhengfeng once used Moon Scar in a sneak attack, cleanly beheading a foe far stronger than himself in cultivation.

Strands of fresh blood were drawn into Moon Scar, and a trace of Blood Light appeared on its blade.

As mana continually flowed in, the hair‑fine runes on Moon Scar's surface gradually lit up, a deep azure cold light flickered, Moon Scar levitated, and then, following Wu Tie's will, it swirled swiftly and soundlessly around him.

"Go!" Wu Tie gave a soft shout.

Soundlessly, Moon Scar turned into a brilliant flash of cold light, reaching five hundred meters away in an instant; he leapt into the air and performed a flying slash, silently chopping forty‑nine times within a radius of over ten meters, then suddenly flickered and instantly returned to Wu Tie's side.

Wu Tie drew a deep breath; the thread of mana clinging to Moon Scar flew back into his body, this thread having increased by about ten percent compared to before the strike.

Others who control their weapons to attack enemies constantly consume mana, and the consumption is enormous.

Only Wu Tie, when he releases Moon Scar to wound others, not only does it not consume mana, but it continually replenishes it.

The Primeval Scripture is indeed mighty and terrifying; in a mass battle, Wu Tie can continually unleash Moon Scar to wound others without risking mana depletion.

Wu Tie followed Jia Zhengfeng's example, slipping Moon Scar into his sleeve and pressing it tightly against his arm.

Afterward, Wu Tie drew the soft sword he had taken from Jia Zhengfeng's waist.

The azure long sword shimmered like water, a tiny carp swimming back and forth within its blade; the sword quivered loftily, and if one stared too long, the eyes would faintly sting, as if wounded by its light.

Wu Tie, following the proper method, used mana and his own blood to sacrifice‑refine it, and thus learned the name of this soft sword.

The sword's name is 'Brocade Carp', likewise an ancient treasure obtained by Jia Zhengfeng through slaughter and extermination.

Unlike the Moon Trace, which excels at long-range flying assaults and massacres, the Brocade Carp is more like a defensive secret treasure.

Wu Tie used magical power to control the Brocade Carp; the soft sword instantly glittered with light waves and suddenly exploded, twelve blue small carps vividly alive, with streaks of light rapidly coiling around Wu Tie. Cold light chilled, sharp aura assailed, the twelve small carps swiftly moved within ten meters of Wu Tie.

Within ten meters, cold light intertwined, the light net was impenetrable; anyone daring to approach would be torn to shreds.

Given Wu Tie's cultivation, he can now only activate the twelve blue small carps to protect his body.

When his cultivation grows stronger, this Brocade Carp Sword can at most differentiate into one hundred and eight Brocade Carps.

Then, once Wu Tie unleashes his full power, cold light sweeps the space around him; even a speck of dust would be sliced into hundreds or thousands of pieces, such defensive power can be called terrifying.

Wu Tie couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat in his back.

Damn Jia Zhengfeng, he actually has such a strange object protecting his body. If that day Wu Tie had ambushed him and Jia Zhengfeng suddenly regained his senses… as soon as he thought of it, Wu Tie would already have been chopped into dumpling filling!

"You were meant to die… this treasure should also be mine." Wu Tie let out a long breath, feeling lingering fear, repeatedly telling himself to be careful, careful, and careful again.

Likewise imitating Jia Zhengfeng's style, he wrapped the Brocade Carp Sword around his waist like a belt, and Wu Tie then took out the four rings on Jia Zhengfeng's hand.

He frowned, shook his head, and put the rings back.

Lao Tie taught him to use a spear; wearing these four large rings on his hand made his fingers much less dexterous, not to mention the huge gemstones set in those four rings, which were terribly tacky.

He might as well sell them for cultivation resources; Wu Tie didn't want to strut around wearing four tacky large rings… that would be too eyesore.

After looking over his whole body, Wu Tie again grasped the Wind and Cloud Banner in his hand.

Before, he used Primordial Gang to move the Wind and Cloud Banner, but could only unleash a tiny fraction of its power.

Now that he had cultivated magical power, Wu Tie coated the banner's surface with fresh blood, then continuously poured magical power into it. Clouds and mist roiled on the Wind and Cloud Banner, endless smoke and vapor surged forth, and Wu Tie increasingly felt a mental connection with the banner.

When this feeling reached its peak, Wu Tie waved his hand, and vast clouds of smoke rolled and surged; within five hundred meters around him was only light smoke and thin mist, after which the smoke vanished and Wu Tie's figure completely disappeared.

He was still there, but the Wind and Cloud Banner twisted the air, and a smoke-and-mist formation naturally arose, forcibly distorting and making his figure disappear.

The next moment, Wu Tie waved the long banner, and a great gust of cold wind rose from the ground, wrapping him as he shot up into the sky; in a snap he reached below the vault, thereafter gentle breezes came and went, and Wu Tie swiftly darted back and forth in the air.

His flying speed was so fast that on the ground, Lao Bai and the others could only see a black shadow flashing repeatedly before them, unable to make out Wu Tie's silhouette.

Hei Pi and the others had already widened their eyes.

Wu Tie broke through the Perceiving Mystery Realm; in just a few days he had broken through the Perceiving Mystery Realm, which was already shocking enough.

Wu Tie's long banner in his hand actually had such a marvelous use…

Hei Pi, Du Yan'er, Tie Babashi, and the others looked at Wu Tie with complex expressions, not knowing what they were thinking.

After fully experiencing the earth-shaking changes in strength following his breakthrough of the Perceiving Mystery Realm, Wu Tie chuckled as he sat back down under the tree of the Flame Three Tribulation Fruit.

He continuously consumed stalk after stalk of lava grass, constantly tempering his flesh and accumulating magical power.

Furthermore, he took off the White Tiger Arm Guard, held it with both hands, and continuously divided the condensed magical power seeds into strands of golden light to pour into it.

With Lao Tie's help, the White Tiger Split had already acknowledged Wu Tie as its master, but previously Wu Tie lacked the strength to truly wield this ancient strange weapon. As strands of magical power were continuously infused, a dim layer of light gradually appeared on the arm guard transformed from the White Tiger Split.

This long spear seemed to be gradually awakened by Wu Tie.

As Wu Tie infused more and more magical power, the White Tiger Split gradually began to respond to him; Wu Tie even felt that the long spear was like a living thing, and he could even sense an energy rhythm akin to a heartbeat within the White Tiger Split.

Days passed one by one.

When Wu Tie and the others had stayed in the Primordial Aperture for the sixth day, Wu Tie suddenly felt inspired, bit through his tongue tip, forced out a stream of hot blood from his heart along the tongue tip, and spat it heavily onto the White Tiger Split.

With a soft 'Ah' cry, the White Tiger Split sprang open.

Under Wu Tie's mental urging, the signature white tiger head of the White Tiger Split vanished, leaving only a plain, undecorated steel spear, pallid white in appearance, which fell into Wu Tie's hand.

Grasping the long spear with both hands, Wu Tie only felt that the shaft's thickness perfectly matched his hand shape, the spear's balance, length, and even weight perfectly suited his current height, build, and strength.

Especially the spear's weight, after breaking through the Perceiving Mystery Realm and undergoing multiple magical power temperings and infusions, Wu Tie's physical strength unknowingly increased to an astonishing level of one million catties, and the weight of this White Tiger Split spear automatically adjusted to one hundred thousand and eighty catties.

Wu Tie gripped the long spear with both hands and lightly waved it forward.

With a booming 'Boom', the air before Wu Tie exploded, as if a rolling grenade had detonated before him.

Before him, the ground was split by an invisible qi wave into a trench about one meter wide, one meter deep, and as long as a hundred meters.

Such momentum… far away, Hei Pi, Du Yan'er, and Tie Babashi's eyes suddenly narrowed, they all showed expressions of awe and obedience; this spear completely scattered their stray thoughts like smoke.

A scorching rich fragrance came from behind Wu Tie; amidst the roaring flames, three Flame Three Tribulation Fruits ripened just in time.