novelapdf Chapter 28 The Great Ship of Flesh and Blood
Chapter 28 The Great Ship of Flesh and Blood
Yun Weiyang's consciousness was as calm as a mirror.
One cut after another, one hammer blow after another.
Under Yun Weiyang's forging, the soul shrank, solidified, and hardened, transforming from a soft flame into a hard iron billet, and from a rough iron billet into a refined steel ingot.
A thousand cuts and ten thousand hammer blows.
I don't know how much time passed.
Yun Weiyang's soul has been forged tens of thousands of times. The once enormous soul has now become a solidified steel mountain, standing tall in the center of the dark sea of consciousness.
The mountain was entirely black, with a smooth, mirror-like surface, and every inch of it was covered with tadpole-shaped incantations of demonic arts.
The words swirled and danced on the steel surface, like giant pythons intertwined, or like an article written by living creatures—utterly bizarre.
The moment the mountain took shape, the pain receded like a receding tide.
Yun Weiyang's consciousness permeated the steel mountain.
On the mountain, countless demonic incantations flickered simultaneously, their light and shadow shifting as they moved and collided across the mountainside, emitting a silent roar.
The soul steel has been successfully forged.
The first step of the "Scripture of the Demon" has been completed.
Within Yun Weiyang's sea of consciousness, the Demon Mountain stood majestically, its entire body as black as ink, with countless demonic incantations flowing across its surface like dragons. Yun Weiyang's cultivation had returned to the Qi Refining Realm.
On Mount Zhuanmo, demonic mantras surged like a tide, rushing out from the sea of consciousness and flowing along the meridians to the limbs and bones.
Within Yun Weiyang's entire body, demonic mantras flowed and crisscrossed, like living creatures, drilling through his flesh and blood, forging his internal organs, meridians, bones, and body.
The Longevity Realm is about using the cultivated Qi to temper the physical body and internal organs, allowing the body to undergo a complete transformation, laying the foundation for the future formation of the Dao Embryo.
Ordinary cultivation methods draw spiritual energy from the world to refine the physical body, but the "Demon Seal Scripture" does not follow the usual path. It does not draw any spiritual energy from the external world, but instead draws demonic mantras from the Demon Seal Mountain it has created.
For cultivators practicing the "Demon Scripture," the true words of the demonic path are demonic energy, the foundation of their power.
The demonic incantation surged through Yun Weiyang's meridians, casting a faint glow on the meridian walls wherever it passed, like luminous rivers flowing through her body.
On Yun Weiyang's skin, twisted demonic incantations appeared like black tattoos, spreading from his fingertips to his shoulders, from his chest to his back, densely packed, almost completely covering his skin.
Yun Weiyang's physical body, internal organs, meridians, and acupoints all shimmered with a faint glow under the cleansing of the demonic mantra.
Time passed by, bit by bit.
Yun Weiyang's muscles began to atrophy, his internal organs began to contract, and the demonic incantation was pulverizing all the impurities in his body. Things that were accumulated later in life and did not belong to the foundation of cultivation were all crushed and cleared away.
Yun Weiyang's figure gradually became thin and emaciated, her cheeks sunken and her cheekbones protruding, like a skeleton wrapped in human skin.
But soon, the demonic mantra surged into Yun Weiyang's body, gradually lifting up his withered flesh and blood, restoring his skin, and restoring his original handsome appearance, even with an indescribable charm that was profound and reserved.
For ordinary people, to accumulate enough demonic mantras, they need to constantly temper their own soul or slowly refine the souls of other beings in order to obtain enough demonic mantras to cleanse their physical body. This process is long and dangerous, and the slightest carelessness will result in the annihilation of their soul.
But Yun Weiyang doesn't need that.
His soul was naturally vast. Ordinary people could only carve out a small piece of soul steel from their souls in their entire lives, but he carved out a mountain. The demonic incantations contained in the Demonic Mountain were extremely abundant, enough for Yun Weiyang to temper his physical body to the extreme.
The demonic incantation continued to surge, and Yun Weiyang's physical body underwent continuous transformation during the tempering process. From Qi Refining to Longevity, from the early stage of Longevity to the middle stage, and from the middle stage to the late stage, each breakthrough in a minor realm was smooth and without any obstacles.
Yun Weiyang kept her eyes closed, completely unaware of the outside world.
A figure appeared before him without him noticing.
Li Qinghe's figure seemed to exist and disappear, as if she had blended into the wind, or as if she were standing in another space. Her eyes reflected the demonic mantras flowing continuously within Yun Weiyang's body, and the steel-forged Demon Mountain.
"Indeed, this kid's soul is extraordinary, far surpassing that of ordinary people in both quality and quantity. The 'Demon Seal Scripture' is very suitable for him; this is truly the will of Heaven..."
With a smile on her face, Li Qinghe seemed to be in a good mood as she turned and left.
Yun Weiyang was completely unaware of this; he was still cultivating.
Three months have passed in the blink of an eye.
Footsteps sounded outside the cave. Yun Weiyang got up from the stone bed, stretched, and his bones cracked. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Longevity Realm, and he was only one step away from the Dao Embryo Realm.
Li Qinghe walked in from outside the cave. Her aura didn't change much, but Yun Weiyang knew that Li Qinghe's appearance meant that her cultivation had been fully restored.
"Can we go to the Nine Nether Sect now?" Yun Weiyang asked.
Li Qinghe nodded, and a surge of crimson sword light enveloped Yun Weiyang in an instant. The two of them vanished into the cave in a flash.
Above the sky, the sea of clouds churns and surges.
Below lies the deep, dark Ghost Fang Forest, shrouded in layers of mist. From above, this dense forest resembles a black scar pressed against the earth, with yin energy rising from the forest floor and condensing into a layer of hazy gray mist in the sky.
A sword light flashed between Li Qinghe's brows.
A massive ship of flesh and blood appeared out of nowhere.
The ship's hull was made of countless piled-up bones, with flesh and blood filling the gaps between them, and dark red liquid seeping from the seams. The sails were sewn together with human skin, on which distorted faces could be vaguely seen, trembling slightly in the wind. The entire ship exuded a strong stench of blood and decay, making people want to vomit.
Yun Weiyang glanced at it, her expression unchanged.
Li Qinghe casually tossed Yun Weiyang up, and she was lifted by an invisible force and landed on the deck. Then, Li Qinghe stepped onto the deck, and the flesh-and-blood ship roared and transformed into a long rainbow of blood and white, breaking through the sea of clouds and flying towards the southeast.
All around the deck, layers of crimson light curtains were inverted, blocking out the howling winds and sea of clouds. The deck was calm and peaceful, with only a gentle breeze, as if it were in another world.
Yun Weiyang stood on the ship's railing, looking at the sea of clouds that had been torn apart outside. Below, the mountains were like folds, the rivers like threads, and the cities like a chessboard. Everything seemed small and distant.
A smile involuntarily appeared on Yun Weiyang's face.
At this moment, he finally witnessed a glimpse of the true splendor of the cultivation world.
It wasn't the petty squabbles on a small hill like those of the Flying Immortal Sect, nor the sinister and treacherous schemes of the Ghost Fang Forest, but rather the true, heroic spirit of cultivators, overlooking the heavens and earth.