Ding Huan felt his body wanting to tear apart once again. Despite still operating Luo Shijin, he felt something ominous was happening.
Advancing from a third-level to a fourth-level gene cultivator, the terrifying tearing his body was experiencing under Luo Shijin was unbearable.
At that moment, Ding Huan had a premonition that under the intense onslaught of elemental power, perhaps in the next moment, his body would completely collapse.
He couldn’t go on like this, he couldn’t even stop. If he stopped, perhaps he would save his life, but ninety percent of his cultivation would be burnt away due to severed meridians, and there was an eighty to ninety percent chance he would be crippled.
Even if he had a healing gene, without cultivation, what could he do?
The violent elemental power assaulted his mind, and at that moment, Ding Huan’s eyes started bleeding due to congestion, followed by bleeding from his nose and mouth…
When blood began to seep from all seven orifices, Ding Huan gritted his teeth and forcibly launched the elemental energy from his Purple Mansion.
He had no other experience, but he knew how to execute the Wind Blade Skill.
Thus, he wanted to use the method of executing the Wind Blade Skill, to convert the elemental energy in his Purple Mansion into blade light and blast it out.
Luckily, he didn’t have a master, for if he did, his master would probably smack him to death at this moment. Using the Purple Mansion to convert elemental energy into blade light and blasting it out was essentially first tearing the Purple Mansion, wasn’t it?
In fact, even if Ding Huan knew, he had no choice. Now, as long as the elemental power weakened, the horrible tearing he felt in his physical body would lessen.
Perhaps he wouldn’t be able to break through to a fourth-level gene cultivator, but he could preserve the realm and life of a third-level gene cultivator.
Ding Huan also considered failure; he estimated that if he failed, his Purple Mansion would burst, and he would completely lose his cultivation.
Just as Ding Huan was about to commit fully and concentrate True Yuan to assault the Purple Mansion, a Hand Formation suddenly appeared in his mind,
"Concentrate the spirit at the vital point, bamboo breaks then mends. When the River Carriage Stops, there is no achievement; embrace the void calmly, True Breath continuous, energy transforms into spirit…
It says: From breath life is born, breath sustains the life; cultivation reaches this point, energy accumulates into form, thus becoming thought. Those who concentrate thought, enter the Gate of Daoist Cultivation…"
Unconsciously following the Hand Formation, under the Cycle of Luo Shijin, the almost explosive feeling of tearing in his body instantly lessened.
Half a day later, the tearing sensation completely disappeared, and Ding Huan felt his Purple Mansion clearer than ever.
"Crack!" Just as if some shackle inside his body had broken, Ding Huan opened his eyes, his fists clenched excitedly.
A fourth-level gene cultivator now.
That vast True Yuan aura felt like it had transformed in quality compared to when he was a third-level gene cultivator.
Who was that formidable person who left the leather scroll? So powerful? At the moment when his body was about to burst, a few simple Hand Formations solved the problem.
No, just now, he seemed to have wanted to forcibly release elemental energy through the Purple Mansion, which triggered the knowledge points in the leather scroll.
Just like before when he wanted to cut his own arm, it triggered the Wind Blade Skill and other Small Magic.
It seemed that the content of the leather scroll was incredibly vast. It was just that his cultivation was too low, and he still couldn’t fully control it. Only when he needed to use them would those insights come timely.
Ding Huan closed his eyes, wanting to feel the content of the leather scroll for a moment.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes in shock. What was going on?
He clearly had closed his eyes just now, yet why could he clearly sense several meters around him?
Ding Huan closed his eyes again, and this time his perception was clearer. His senses became sharp and extremely robust.
He clearly couldn’t see behind him, yet he seemed to see everything within a ten-meter range behind him clearly.
Could this be what the Hand Formation referred to as accumulating energy into form, thus becoming thought. Those who concentrate thought, enter the Gate of Daoist Cultivation?
Was this to say that once his senses became stronger, he wouldn’t need eyes to see farther?
Originally, having thought was indeed the entrance to Daoist cultivation. It might as well be called Divine Will.
Ding Huan was incredibly excited. He had been in the Changyi Continent for such a long time, had seen masters, and even ninth-level gene cultivators, it seemed, didn’t possess Divine Will.
Now, as a fourth-level gene cultivator, he had Divine Will.
With Divine Will, his strength would definitely rise several levels.
Thinking this, Ding Huan executed the Wind Control Skill again.
Previously, sixty to seventy meters was his limit, but now, he easily stepped a hundred meters high.
The Wind Blade he slashed out also increased significantly in power.
This wasn’t merely because his cultivation had risen, but that effortless feeling made him realize that his Wind Blade Skill had undergone a qualitative change.
No matter how fast the Hand Formation was manipulated, it wasn’t as fast as the promptness of the Divine Will; he just needed to infuse his Divine Will into the Wind Blade Skill, and the Wind Blade was almost released instantaneously.
Ding Huan felt the speed and strength of the Wind Blade had also increased greatly, becoming more and more curious about which divine being had left the leather scroll.
This leather scroll was simply defying the heavens.
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No matter who left the leather scroll, it was too early for him to explore it now.
Ding Huan didn’t bother packing up the tent; he just put his commonly used items into his bag, as tents could be bought anywhere.
Should he come back for cultivation in the future, it would save him the trouble of setting up a tent again.
Finally, Ding Huan approached the stone monkey—he intended to take it back to extract its memory gene.
Just as he was about to grab the stone monkey, a thought struck Ding Huan, and he decided to scan the stone monkey with his divine will.
To his surprise, using divine will proved to be far more effective than using his eyes.
He could easily scan the interior of the stone monkey using his divine will, and indeed, it was almost as he had sensed.
This was not a real stone monkey; the petrified exterior encased traces of veins. Moreover, deep within the stone monkey’s brain, there was a brown substance.
It was very likely that this brown substance contained the memory gene he was looking for.
Whether it was the case or not, he would find out later.
Having grabbed the stone monkey, Ding Huan stretched his body out.
Without his divine will, it would have taken him at least twenty to thirty minutes to get out of the depths of the cave.
Now, however, his divine will allowed him to clearly see everything in the dark. Employing the Wind Control Skill, Ding Huan reached the cave entrance in just a minute or two.
Ding Huan hadn’t even exited the cave entrance when his divine will detected a four-meter-tall giant ape lurking outside.
A Great Wilderness Golden Ape?
He immediately confirmed that it was indeed a Great Wilderness Golden Ape, which had grown significantly stronger since he last saw it.
This creature really held grudges, waiting here who knows how long just to ambush him.
Ding Huan knew that these slightly intelligent genetic beasts held grudges, but he had never encountered one as vengeful as the Great Wilderness Golden Ape.
Did this creature think it was Joey, believing it could easily tear him apart?
For Ding Huan, this was perfect timing; it saved him the trouble of searching for it.
The Great Wilderness Golden Ape was looking for him, and he was also looking for it. But Qianluo Mountain stretched for thousands of miles and connected with other mountain ranges, making it really difficult to find the creature unless it sought him out first.
Ding Huan set the stone monkey and his bag aside, then he took out a large glass bottle from his bag. This bottle was for collecting the genes of the Fierce Beasts, and it would come in handy now.
He had his eyes on the Eye of the Great Wilderness of the Great Wilderness Golden Ape; such an item could penetrate false illusions.
Although the Great Wilderness Golden Ape didn’t possess the Eye of the Great Wilderness yet, as a genetic beast awakening its ancient ancestral bloodline, it was only a matter of time.
As one of the Ten Great Divine Species, even in its juvenile stage, the Great Wilderness Golden Ape’s value was immeasurable, possibly unattainable in the future.
As he was about to exit through the cave opening, Ding Huan thought it over and decided to put down the glass bottle.
With his current strength, was it necessary to stealthily extract blood from a juvenile Great Wilderness Golden Ape?
Having pinpointed the location of the Great Wilderness Golden Ape, Ding Huan kicked a rock at the cave entrance and then burst out.
Almost the moment Ding Huan burst out, the Great Wilderness Golden Ape pounced at him.
Ding Huan was still in the air when the Great Wilderness Golden Ape attacked, making it seem inevitable that he would be caught in its bite.
The Great Wilderness Golden Ape had clearly calculated the position and timing well—it wasn’t trying to bite Ding Huan, but to tear him into two.
What the Great Wilderness Golden Ape hadn’t expected was for Ding Huan, clearly in mid-air, to dodge its attack completely.
Ding Huan was not about to indulge the Great Wilderness Golden Ape; while still in the air, he drifted back like a willow fluff, and then he landed two kicks.
"Crack, crack!" two crisp sounds followed.
Subsequently, the Great Wilderness Golden Ape screamed miserably, its tall body collapsing to the ground.
In the nearly one year, the Great Wilderness Golden Ape’s strength had increased significantly. However, compared to Ding Huan, it still fell far short.
Ding Huan paid no mind to the Great Wilderness Golden Ape lying on the ground, his feet tapped on the ground, and his body shot out sideways like a sharp sword.
"Squeak!" a sharp cry rang out, and after Ding Huan landed, he already had a gray, small animal in his hand.
It looked like a monkey, yet not quite.
It was smaller than a monkey, with glossy fur and large eyes, not possessing the typical thin-mouthed, thin-cheeked appearance of a monkey.
"I was wondering how this stupid ape knew I was inside and waited here for me to come out. It turns out, it was you, this little runt, who snitched," Ding Huan said, holding the small creature, and chuckled.
This little one was the same one that had ambushed him when he first entered the cave, which he had hit with a Wind Blade, and it had still managed to escape.
Unexpectedly, this little one held grudges too. Knowing it couldn’t defeat him alone, it had gone to summon the Great Wilderness Golden Ape to ambush him.
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