Chapter 565: Discovery (I)
After opening the divine repositories, a void-like space would appear within the body. Inside that pitch-black void, there was nothing at all except for the incomparably pure mass of energy at its center. Lin Zheyu's spiritual sense and martial cultivation perception swept through the void thousands of times in search of anything unusual, yet found nothing.
There was no mysterious, unknown domain like Senior Xia Ping had described. Within the void space of the essence origin divine repository, a massive cluster of white energy floated at the very center. This white energy was the vitality possessed by living beings. The energy mass was enormous, unimaginably so. Suspended within the endless void, the vast life energy looked like a small lake.
Meanwhile, within the void space of the essence and qi divine repository, a much smaller golden mass of energy floated, compared to the white lake inside the essence origin divine repository. This was golden blood qi energy. Currently, the golden blood qi energy could not yet be called a lake. At most, it was only a somewhat larger swimming pool.
"The void space inside the divine repositories is indeed far larger than that of ordinary martial artists. The vitality and blood qi contained within are also incredibly vast. But aside from those two points, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly special about them," Lin Zheyu quietly murmured as he observed the void spaces within the divine repositories.
Other than that, Lin Zheyu discovered another use for the void spaces within the divine repositories. They could be used to conceal one's strength. With a thought, the vast life energy and blood qi energy within his body surged into the essence origin divine repository and the essence and qi divine repository.
Very quickly, Lin Zheyu's aura dropped to an extremely faint level. Within the void spaces behind the two divine repositories, the golden mass of blood qi energy expanded even further. The white mass of life energy, however, remained completely unchanged.
As the life energy flowed into the void space behind the essence origin divine repository, the six shackles upon Lin Zheyu's body manifested one after another. As the shackles collided, they emitted crisp, ethereal chimes. The resonating sound rippled into the void space behind the essence origin divine repository like spreading waves. Under the influence of the shackles, the life energy entering the void vanished in an instant.
"These damned shackles..." Lin Zheyu complained gloomily.
Without the restraining power of the shackles, Lin Zheyu estimated that he could slowly fill the enormous void space with life energy. By then, so long as the life energy within the essence origin divine repository was not exhausted, he would be nearly impossible to kill. It would essentially be a weakened version of Origin Force.
Lin Zheyu shook his head helplessly. "There's nothing I can do about the shackles for now. I'll just keep improving."
He had only used 2 units of Origin Force to cultivate today, so using another 8 units would not be a problem. Before using Origin Force again, however, Lin Zheyu's thoughts stirred slightly, and the immense blood qi energy within his body rumbled toward the essence and qi divine repository until not a single drop remained.
Within the void space, the golden blood qi energy that resembled a swimming pool expanded further once more. Immediately after, Lin Zheyu sent out a thought, Use 2 units of Origin Force to cultivate the Yellow Springs Nirvana Scripture.
In an instant, vast amounts of mysterious energy surged forth, sweeping up the energy within the lake and pouring it into Lin Zheyu's body. The blood qi energy within him, which had been completely depleted, instantly recovered to its peak state.
The massive white life energy within the essence origin divine repository, which resembled a small lake, had been accumulated in exactly this manner. Possessing Origin Force gave Lin Zheyu an advantage no other martial artist had. He could continue to accumulate life energy and blood qi until the entire void space was filled. Of course, that was only possible if he first broke free from the shackles binding his body.
Without breaking free from the shackles, Lin Zheyu could only accumulate enough energy to form a small lake roughly five hundred meters in length, width, and height. Even so, it was already astonishing. Without using any defensive techniques or consuming blood qi energy, the sheer amount of life energy alone would allow him to remain within this void space for centuries.
A few breaths later, Lin Zheyu slowly opened his eyes. After once again pouring the immense blood qi energy within his body into the essence and qi divine repository, he resumed cultivating with Origin Force. The process repeated in cycles. Although the shackles still imposed their limitations, his spirit and spiritual soul continued to improve slowly. At the same time, the golden energy mass within the essence and qi divine repository gradually grew larger.
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Time passed slowly. In the blink of an eye, seven days had gone by. Within the void space inside the space-time node, no matter how much time passed, everything remained as violent, chaotic, and deathly silent as ever. Savage black winds howled endlessly while terrifying rule energy ravaged the dark void.
Within the lake of energy, the sound of metal clashing rang out, audible only to Lin Zheyu. The sound was crisp and ethereal. His eyes were tightly shut, his face pale and twisted, as though he were enduring endless agony. The third stage of the Yellow Springs Nirvana Scripture was the most difficult. The already unimaginably dangerous Yellow Springs Nirvana Scripture drew even closer to hell itself upon reaching the third stage.
Every time he cultivated, Lin Zheyu would fall into an illusion. Within the illusion, he would inexplicably enter a horrifying hell. Sinister, terrifying, evil, and bizarre emotions naturally rose uncontrollably within him. It felt as though he had returned to his days as a mortal, stripped of his strength, vitality, and vast blood qi.
Lin Zheyu looked at the horrifying and bizarre surroundings without the slightest surprise. Once again, he had entered the illusion of hell.
Dry bones shattered beneath his feet. As he walked across the black earth littered with skeletons, all kinds of strange whispers echoed in his ears. Lin Zheyu no longer knew how long he had wandered aimlessly through this place.
So long as the cultivation did not end, he would never escape the illusion of hell. The Yellow Springs Nirvana Scripture seemed to be more than just a powerful divine repository technique. It was also a technique for tempering the heart and mind.
"Hehe, that hurts, big brother. You stepped on my chest." A childish voice suddenly echoed within his mind, causing a chilling sensation to surge through Lin Zheyu's heart.
Without his powerful strength, and under the influence of the bizarre energy around him, feelings of fear and dread would inevitably arise within him. It could not be avoided.
Lin Zheyu frowned slightly and quickly stepped back several paces. This was far from the first time he had encountered such a bizarre situation. The moment he retreated, the dry bones beneath his feet suddenly sprouted flesh and transformed into the form of a delicate little girl. However, the girl's face was aged beyond compare, resembling the withered visage of an old crone, dry and wrinkled like tree bark.
"Big brother, it hurts so much. You have to make it up to me..." As the old crone-faced girl spoke, one hand shot toward Lin Zheyu with astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, it plunged into Lin Zheyu's chest and seized his heart.
"Hiss..." Lin Zheyu felt a burst of excruciating pain explode through his chest, and his face turned deathly pale.
In the instant that tiny hand grasped him, he felt both his life and soul caught within that soft, delicate palm.
"Hehe..." The crone-faced girl giggled as her tiny hand tightened, slowly dragging Lin Zheyu's soul out from his chest.
"Huff, huff..." Lin Zheyu gasped heavily, forcibly suppressing the uncontrollable fear rising within his heart.
This fear was beyond his control. Under the influence of the sinister and bizarre energy within hell, it naturally emerged from deep within him. Damn it. If he had not lost all his strength in this place, Lin Zheyu would have slapped that shriveled old face apart long ago.
Lin Zheyu fought to suppress the trembling threatening to overtake his body.
A savage grin spread across Lin Zheyu's face as he spoke in a slightly trembling voice. "Does it hurt? Then let big brother help you. Once you're dead, it won't hurt anymore!"
He suddenly grabbed the tiny hand with both of his, preventing it from continuing to pull outward from his chest. Then he bent down, opened his mouth, and bit toward the delicate neck beneath the crone-like face. As his lips touched the pale, tender skin of her neck, a cold and soft sensation spread through him.
Just as Lin Zheyu was about to bite down with force, a violent pain erupted through his soul, and his consciousness vanished instantly.
He died again. But it did not matter. The cultivation continued regardless, and Lin Zheyu once more began his journey through hell.
A few breaths later, Lin Zheyu slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was vacant and unfocused from the lingering pain. Only after quite some time did his pupils gradually regain focus.
"Huff... Fuck, this cultivation technique is seriously twisted. The further it progresses, the more bizarre it becomes." Lin Zheyu cursed under his breath.
After entering the third stage of the Yellow Springs Nirvana Scripture, one would not only enter a hellish illusion that felt completely real, but would also genuinely experience the sensation of death within it.
During this round of cultivation alone, Lin Zheyu felt that he had died at least a hundred times within that illusion of hell. He had died so many times that he was beginning to grow numb to it.
"That's enough for today. I'll continue next time. I'm going out to vent on those yaos. This is too damn suffocating." Lin Zheyu let out a long breath, his expression dark with frustration.
If he had not lost all his strength within that illusion of hell, Lin Zheyu would have slapped those ghosts and twisted creatures apart the moment he encountered them.
[Heaven Rewards the Diligent]
[Name: Lin Zheyu]
[Origin Force: 367]
[Skills: Earth Shrinking Technique (Perfection), Primordial Concealment Technique (Perfection), Seven Absolute Sabers (Fifth Stage: 3%), Primordial Golden Body (Second Stage: 100%), Spirit Martial Universe Secret Art—Advanced (Perfection), Yellow Springs Nirvana Scripture (Third Stage: 78%)]
Lin Zheyu glanced at the data within his consciousness. At this rate, it would still take around three more days before he could open the spirit divine repository.
"Three more days..." Lin Zheyu muttered helplessly as he shook his head.
He had no masochistic tendencies. He had no desire to lose all his strength and enter that world with the body of a mortal just to suffer torment. But if he wanted to open the spirit divine repository, this was the only way.
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