novelapdf Chapter 162 Trial of the Primordial Spirit
Chapter 162 Trial of the Primordial Spirit
He helped Zhou Ning into the headquarters of the Demon Suppression Division.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, and focused his mind on his dantian.
Within the dantian, the illusory image of the primordial spirit sat cross-legged in the center, its hands forming a mudra, emitting a faint light.
Although the light was dim, one could sense the vitality it contained.
The primordial spirit is gradually absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to repair the damaged parts.
Zhou Ning took the "Rejuvenation Pill" given to him by Yan Chixia. The medicinal power transformed into a warm current that surged into his dantian, and his primordial spirit began to recover rapidly.
"The strength of this avatar of the Heavenly Demon far exceeds my imagination."
Zhou Ning thought to himself.
"If the great formation hadn't weakened its power, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to defeat even its clone."
He opened his eyes and saw Yan Chixia sitting to the side, meditating with his eyes closed.
Master's complexion was better than before, but it was still pale, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth.
His longsword lay across his lap, the cracks on its blade clearly visible, indicating it was badly damaged.
"Master, your sword..." Zhou Ning asked with concern.
Yan Chixia opened his eyes, glanced at the longsword, and said calmly, "It's nothing. It can be repaired."
He took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Zhou Ning.
"This is the method for the 'Primordial Spirit Trial.' Take it back and study it. Cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage focuses on the Primordial Spirit. The stronger your Primordial Spirit, the stronger you will be. This method can help you quickly improve the strength of your Primordial Spirit."
Zhou Ning accepted the jade slip and solemnly said, "Thank you, Master."
Yan Chixia then said:
"The Heavenly Demon won't give us much time. It will attack again sooner or later. Next time, it might be even stronger. We must be prepared."
Zhou Ning nodded: "Disciple understands. Master, how much longer can the great formation hold?"
Yan Chixia thought for a moment and said:
"If the Heavenly Demon attacks with all its might, the great formation can only hold out for three days at most. After three days, the spirit stones will be exhausted, and the great formation will collapse. Therefore, we must find a way to defeat the Heavenly Demon within these three days."
Zhou Ning was silent for a moment, then said, "Master, I have an idea."
"What are your thoughts?"
"This disciple wishes to enter the rift and see the world of the Heavenly Demons. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle."
Yan Chixia's expression changed.
"No, it's too dangerous. With your current cultivation level, entering the crevice is suicide."
Zhou Ning said, "This disciple will not act rashly. This disciple only wishes to investigate briefly, not delve deeper."
Yan Chixia remained silent for a long time before finally sighing.
"Alright. But you must be back in three days. Otherwise, I will come looking for you myself."
Zhou Ning nodded: "This disciple understands."
The next morning, as dawn broke, Zhou Ning left Qingfeng City and headed towards the rift to the north.
On the wasteland, the black fog had mostly dissipated, revealing the cracked earth and black fragments scattered everywhere.
A faint stench of decay still lingered in the air, but it was much better than before.
Zhou Ning spread his divine sense, covering an area of hundreds of thousands of feet in radius, vigilantly sensing everything around him.
He held the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, its blade shimmering with a purple-gold light, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.
After walking for about an hour, he arrived at the crevice.
Zhou Ning took a deep breath and poured his primordial spirit power into his entire body, forming a layer of purple-gold protective aura.
Then, he leaped into the crevice.
The world within the cracks was different from what he had imagined.
There is no sky, no earth, only endless darkness.
In the darkness, countless black shadows writhe and utter low growls.
Sensing Zhou Ning's presence, they all rushed towards him.
Zhou Ning drew his Qingfeng sword and slashed out.
The purplish-gold sword energy cleaved the approaching black shadow in two, and the shadow dissipated into black smoke.
But more shadowy figures surged up, endlessly, seemingly without end.
Zhou Ning fought and retreated, heading deeper into the crevice.
His divine sense detected an extremely powerful evil aura surging within the deepest part of the crack.
That was the aura of the true form of the Heavenly Demon.
"We must find its weakness." Zhou Ning gritted his teeth and sped up.
After an unknown amount of time, a light appeared ahead.
It was a purple-gold light, originating from the same source as his primordial spirit power.
A figure could be vaguely seen in the light.
As Zhou Ning approached, he discovered that the figure was actually himself.
Another Zhou Ning sat cross-legged in the void, closing his eyes and concentrating.
"This is..." Zhou Ning's heart skipped a beat.
The "Zhou Ning" opened his eyes, looked at him, and smiled slightly.
"You've finally arrived."
Zhou Ning gripped his Qingfeng sword tightly: "Who are you?"
"I am your primordial spirit."
The man named "Zhou Ning" stood up and walked up to him.
"Or rather, it's another version of yourself. The cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage is about allowing the primordial spirit to break free of the body and resonate with the laws of heaven and earth. But right now, you can't even control your own primordial spirit, yet you want to fight against the Heavenly Demon?"
Zhou Ning was silent for a moment, then said, "Then what should I do?"
"Defeat me."
Zhou Ning drew his Qingfeng sword, its blade shimmering with a purple-gold light.
"Only by defeating me can you truly control your primordial spirit."
He unleashed a sword strike.
A purplish-gold sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, heading straight for Zhou Ning.
Zhou Ning quickly raised his sword to parry.
"Ding!"
The two green-edged swords clashed, sending sparks flying.
Zhou Ning was forced back several steps, his hands and feet going numb.
That "Zhou Ning" was just as powerful as him.
"That's interesting."
Zhou Ning gritted his teeth, concentrated all his primordial spirit power at the tip of the sword, and unleashed the "Demon Slayer Technique".
"cut!"
A massive purple-gold sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, heading straight for "Zhou Ning".
The "Zhou Ning" also unleashed the same sword technique. The purple-gold sword energy collided with Zhou Ning's sword energy, unleashing a deafening roar.
The two forces remained locked in a stalemate for a moment before dissipating simultaneously.
"You are very strong."
"That's Zhou Ning," he said.
"But that's not enough."
He flashed forward and charged towards Zhou Ning.
The two figures intersected in the void, their swords flashing and sparks flying.
Zhou Ning's swordsmanship was fierce, and every strike carried a righteous spirit.
That "Zhou Ning" had equally sharp swordsmanship, and every strike was exactly the same as his.
The two fought for hundreds of rounds without a clear victor.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhou Ning's forehead as his primordial spirit power was rapidly depleting.
But he dared not stop, because stopping meant failure.
"We can't lose." Zhou Ning gritted his teeth and poured in the last bit of his primordial spirit power.
A dazzling purple-gold light shone on the Qingfeng Sword.
The light grew stronger and brighter, like a small sun, dispelling all the surrounding darkness.
"cut!"
A massive purple-gold sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, heading straight for "Zhou Ning".
That "Zhou Ning" also used the same sword move, but his sword energy was slightly weaker than Zhou Ning's.
"boom!"
The two forces collided, and "Zhou Ning" was blasted away, turning into countless purple-gold fragments that dissipated into the void.
Zhou Ning sheathed his sword, slumped in mid-air, and gasped for breath.
Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his primordial spirit power was almost exhausted, but a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.
"It's a success."
He stood up and looked around.
In the void, those black shadows had vanished.
Instead, a purple-gold light shone, warm and peaceful.
Zhou Ning closed his eyes and focused his mind into his dantian.
Within the dantian, the illusory image of the primordial spirit sat cross-legged in the center, its hands forming a mudra, radiating a dazzling purple-gold light.
The light was brighter than before, and the phantom of the primordial spirit was more solid.
"The trial of the primordial spirit has been passed."
He opened his eyes, leaped away, and left the crevice.