Free Web NovelChapter 290: Chapter 19: Primordial Spirit Separation Technique
After several failed attempts, Wang Ping wasn’t discouraged. On the contrary, he grew even more interested. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
However, just as his interest was piqued, a message came through his Communication Token. The convocation was starting again. He had no choice but to temporarily abandon his experiment. After a quick glance toward the sky where Yu Lian was standing guard for Shen Xiaozhu, he extended his Primordial Spirit Consciousness into the Token.
The familiar palace materialized around him, surrounded by familiar projections. Diffused light, cast from the intersecting light and shadow overhead, illuminated the seats around Wang Ping. He heard Yang Shu’s voice: "Everyone has important matters to attend to, so today’s convocation will last for four hours. Within this time, we need to complete the vote for our first Fellow Daoist." freēwebnovel.com
"The first Fellow Daoist is... ah, my only younger brother, Jiangcun."
From Yang Shu’s tone, it seemed as if he had only just learned that Jiangcun would be the first one nominated.
The moment he finished speaking, Zi Luan turned to Wang Ping and asked, "Any word?" He knew Wang Ping and Jiangcun had a friendly relationship, and he was asking if Jiangcun had said anything else about the matter.
After a moment’s thought, Wang Ping shook his head. From the previous election for the three council seats, he knew just how valuable his vote was. He couldn’t possibly cast a vote of approval without Jiangcun giving him some sort of indication first.
For instance, when Wang Ping had competed for one of the three seats, Yu Cheng Taoist had personally made the rounds through his social circle. Otherwise, Tianshan Daoist would have certainly cast a vote of opposition.
"Right."
Zi Luan nodded.
After their exchange, Ruan Chunzi looked at Wang Ping and said, "The Lishui Prefecture doesn’t need votes from people like us. Just like when you entered the council, Fellow Daoist, he has a guaranteed three votes in his favor."
Wang Ping nodded thoughtfully.
And it turned out Ruan Chunzi was right. After calmly facing four hours of questioning, Jiangcun received forty-three votes. This didn’t mean he had secured the seat, however, as there were still six people who had yet to vote.
Once the results were announced, Yang Shu severed the connection. Wang Ping stared at the Spirit Wood in the courtyard. Reaching out, he grabbed a Spiritual Creature with a Wood Spirit Aura from the Inspiration Realm. Just as he was about to reshape its basic consciousness, it seemed to be agitated by something, and its already fragile body dissolved into specks of light.
’This Cultivation Technique can’t be a fake, can it?’
Wang Ping thought to himself, then immediately dismissed the idea. After all, a holographic panel had even appeared. Thinking of the panel, he focused, recalled the details of the Cultivation Technique, and carefully reread the guide displayed on it.
He tried again. And failed again.
After another four hours of this, Wang Ping stopped. He rose, left the courtyard, and strolled through the gardens. Finding a random spot, he sat on the grass and quietly watched the pillar of light in the sky—a phenomenon caused by Shen Xiaozhu’s Foundation Establishment.
He watched until nightfall, and the feeling of impatience began to subside. Then, with a flick of his finger, an All-Purpose Talisman materialized before him. A hopeful thought flashed through his mind as he slapped the Talisman onto himself. Next, he made a grasping motion in the empty air, and for a brief moment, the space around him flickered with darkness.
He had just used a Luck-Borrowing Talisman, an act that cost him over ten days of his life.
Aided by the lingering luck from the two Talismans, his Primordial Spirit Consciousness once again submerged itself in the Inspiration Realm. With a casual probe, he seized a Wood Spirit Spirit Body from hundreds of yards away. Then, forming a hand seal for a Spell, he infused the creature’s consciousness with Wood Spirit Qi that carried a tiny sliver of his own awareness.
This time, the Spiritual Creature didn’t vanish. Its irregular, energy-based body pulsed twice. The sliver of Wang Ping’s awareness that had entered its body immediately sensed a frenzied consciousness. Wang Ping was prepared for this and used his own powerful cultivation to forcibly expel it.
The next moment, the Spiritual Creature’s irregular body stopped pulsing. Then, Wang Ping felt it: his consciousness had taken complete control. It seemed he could even observe the world through the creature’s senses.
As the thought occurred to him, a part of his consciousness was already observing the world through the Spiritual Creature. The view was identical to what his Primordial Spirit Consciousness perceived. He subconsciously looked up and saw Yu Lian’s Primordial Spirit: a colossal behemoth coiled within the clouds, seeming both illusory and solid at once. The moment it laid eyes on Yu Lian’s Primordial Spirit, the creature’s own consciousness was flooded with feelings of terror and an instinct to flee.
"No wonder it’s called the Primordial Spirit Separation Technique," Wang Ping muttered to himself. "It isn’t a true separation of the Primordial Spirit, but the effect is nearly the same. It feels like having a second Primordial Spirit Consciousness."
The next step was to ensure no residual consciousness remained within the Spiritual Creature before infusing it with a new, basic one.
With a casual scan of his own Primordial Spirit Consciousness, Wang Ping could tell if any residual awareness lingered in the Spiritual Creature. As for infusing a basic consciousness, he’d made so many puppets that this part was second nature. He simply copied his own basic consciousness and began to slowly pour it in.
The process was easier said than done. The Spiritual Creature was very weak; if he infused too much consciousness at once, the final product, once placed in a puppet, might turn out to be a drooling idiot.
Wang Ping spent the entire night shaping a consciousness for this Spiritual Creature. No, that wasn’t right. It could no longer be called a Spiritual Creature, because it—or rather, *he*—now possessed a basic human consciousness.
At dawn, Wang Ping retrieved a puppet forged from ordinary materials from his storage bag. He poured the consciousness he had spent all night molding onto the stabilizing Array within the puppet. The moment the Array activated, the humanoid puppet lying on the ground jolted and sprang to its feet, then twisted its neck a full one hundred and eighty degrees.
Next, it seemed to panic, dropping to the ground and flailing back and forth. A moment later, it started darting about like a madman. Wang Ping frowned. Linking his own Primordial Spirit Consciousness to the puppet, he instantly understood the problem.
This puppet had no sense of sight, hearing, or touch. But the basic consciousness Wang Ping had created instinctively believed it possessed these senses. The moment it entered the real world, the conflict between its awareness and reality caused a breakdown. It was like an ordinary person waking up to find themselves deaf, blind, and mute, with limbs that no longer obeyed them properly.
In that moment, Wang Ping finally understood why the guide on the holographic panel had specified the need to shape a consciousness that "matched the real world."
’What a waste of a consciousness,’ Wang Ping thought. ’Good thing I didn’t just use one of my existing Golden Armor Soldiers. Removing this flawed consciousness would have been a real hassle.’
As he was thinking, he reached out and gathered a ball of Wood Spirit Qi. But just as he was about to destroy the failed puppet, he hesitated. This puppet could now be considered a life, and a conscious one that he himself had created.
But the hesitation was fleeting. This conscious being was already on the verge of total collapse. Even if he saved it, its mind would probably be twisted beyond repair.
’Rest in peace,’ Wang Ping thought.
With a flicker of his will, a ball of Wood Spirit Qi appeared. In an instant, both the puppet and the consciousness inside it disintegrated into fine dust.
