Secret Buyer

Chapter 615: Chapter 366: Eight Hundred Thousand Years of Bitter Cultivation, the Northern Emperor Surrenders (4)

And they were not ordinary sun or moon stars, all enveloped by [innate breath]—innate sun and innate Taiyin!

Zhang Fusheng was startled, but showed no emotion on his face, slightly cupping his hands, and walking into the void alongside the silent Yang Jian.

And then—

It was dryness, day after day of dryness.

When the innate Taiyin was at its peak,

Yang Jian would talk about the cultivation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, the marvelous technique of body sanctification,

During the peak of the innate sun, he would stiffly train Zhang Fusheng in refining the flesh,

Using the peculiar location between the innate sun and the innate Taiyin, using the qi of the innate sun and the qi of the innate Taiyin to forge the body,

One day like this, every day like this.

Though this was a good thing, a heaven-sent opportunity,

But over time, Zhang Fusheng still felt dizzy—this wasn’t like cultivating with the Contract, where he could completely focus single-mindedly...

Time passed unknowingly,

perhaps a thousand days, perhaps a thousand years.

"Fusheng Supreme’s talent falls short a bit,"

Yang Jian quietly spoke:

"Three thousand seven hundred years of time to reach entry-level of this Eight-Nine Arcane Art, achieving the first level of fruition, to reach perfection, it may take billions of years."

Zhang Fusheng’s mouth twitched, glancing askance at Yang Jian,

Over the years, he had noticed something amiss with Yang Jian.

Stiff.

Too stiff.

Moreover, there was an inexplicable sense of emptiness... emptiness in cause and effect.

This was Yang Jian, yet not Yang Jian.

Zhang Fusheng’s mind spun rapidly, without responding, simply following Yang Jian silently, continuing to refine the flesh and cultivate Eight-Nine Arcane Art.

This arcane art did not have nine transformations as imagined, but only divided into three levels of fruition,

Achieving the first level was considered entry-level, the flesh nearing the Dao,

Achieving the second level was to become sanctified in the flesh, immune to all laws, avoiding all Dao.

If one attained the third level of fruition, it was what the Primordial Celestial Venerable called [Pangu Dao Body]—a body akin to Pangu, able to uphold the heavens and tread the earth, pioneering a new world!

Unknowable years.

Refining the body, studying arcane art, day by day, year by year.

Zhang Fusheng went from the initial dullness and boredom to later numbness,

in the absence of the Contract to eliminate all negative factors in cultivation,

The prolonged arduous cultivation and endless years brought,

a gradual thickening divinity deep within the True Spirit, a slow replacement of all apathy, loneliness within the mind,

Seven emotions and six desires slowly faded, divinity gradually overshadowed humanity.

"I... am evolving towards a mindset of ’regarding all things as straw dogs’..."

Zhang Fusheng thought numbly.

One year, a hundred years, a thousand years.

"Fusheng Supreme achieved three thousand seven hundred years, attaining the first level of fruition, entry-level in Eight-Nine Arcane Art."

This year, this day, Yang Jian finally stopped his training and teaching, speaking woodenly:

"Another eight hundred and nine thousand nine hundred years, finally solidifying the foundation."

"The task entrusted by the master has been completed... Fusheng Supreme, we can leave together."

"Mm." Zhang Fusheng responded expressionlessly, accompanying Yang Jian out of this void created to accommodate innate sun and innate Taiyin.

Returning to the Jade Void Palace,

the Jade Void Palace remained unchanged,

though eighty thousand years passed in the void, within the Jade Void Palace, only a moment of tea time had elapsed.

"Fellow Daoist Fusheng."

The middle-aged Daoist smiled:

"Though only reaching the first level of fruition, you have acquired a protective life raft, so, would you like to discuss Dao with me, or return first?"

"It’s time to go back."

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless, his tone unyielding.

"Good."

The middle-aged Daoist exhaled lightly, extending his hand politely,

"Fellow Daoist, please?"

Zhang Fusheng walked step by step to the rear hall, step by step back to the Now Gate,

entering the Douluo Palace.

The Now Gate slammed shut, his consciousness withdrawing from the Douluo Palace, returning to his core self, then in one thought retreating to the Divine Realm, arriving at the Eight Sceneries Palace rear hall.

Pushing open the Now Gate again,

Zhang Fusheng stood indifferently in front of the Profound Yellow Pagoda:

"Laojun, assist me."

The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Tower hovered, with profound yellow qi flowing gently, forming a humanoid.

Tai Shang Laojun’s face was full of suspicion:

"Fellow Daoist Fusheng, where have you been? How has your transformation... become this massive?"

He immediately saw the anomaly in Zhang Fusheng, humanity almost obliterated, what remained was absolute rationality, severing all seven emotions and six desires, divinity!

This was not a good omen.

The profound yellow qi that formed Tai Shang Laojun flicked his horsetail whisk, and suddenly wind rose, blowing into Zhang Fusheng’s seven orifices,

seeping into the True Spirit and soul, then slowly blowing out from the brow ancestral acupoint—until this moment.

Zhang Fusheng gasped heavily, finally showing emotion on his face:

"What a close call... this time, truly, thanks to Laojun."

Laojun furrowed his brows:

"Fellow Daoist’s situation looks like indulging in years of cultivation, yet only refining the body, not the mind."

Zhang Fusheng smiled wryly:

"Indeed."

A strong sense of dread flickered across his face, refining the mind... he had never refined his mind,

In past cultivation, he relied on the Contract, which was absolutely correct, even if cultivated for countless millennia, that divinity and indifference would be erased after cultivation,

But this time it was different.

He actually truly practiced for eight hundred thousand years, only practicing arcane art, only refining the body, not a bit of refining the mind or spirit.

Almost refining himself into a person devoid of emotions and desires!

"Tricked by the Primordial."

Zhang Fusheng tiredly rubbed his brow, looking at Tai Shang Laojun, whose eyes widened:

"Fortunately, he cannot spy on the present, does not know you, nor your details...."

"Were it not so, I might truly have become a person devoid of emotions and desires."

Tai Shang Laojun’s eyelids twitched: