A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 513: Clear and Pure Glass Body

The Wanxiang Cave is the illusion of a talisman array, the work of successive generations of ancestors of the Taiyi Sect.

It was pitch black inside the Wanxiang Cave, but from time to time there were flashes of light and shadows, like sparks.

Those lights and shadows, like ghostly eyes, appear and disappear.

And in the eyes of these ghosts, Duan Rong lay there unconscious, motionless.

Although he was unconscious, a strange scene was happening in his sea of consciousness.

The gray shadow that was originally sitting cross-legged in the center of the sky had been whipped by three divine whips and was scattered in the sky like balls of gray cotton wool.

The thirteen stars that originally surrounded the gray shadow were moving randomly in the sky. They rolled slowly and collided with each other from time to time...

However, there were black soul threads floating in Duan Rong's sea of consciousness. These soul threads were extremely agile, swimming around like water plants. Once they came into contact with the gray cotton ball, they drilled into it, swimming and interweaving inside the gray cotton ball.

These black soul threads were born from the pill that Zhu He fed to Duan Rong.

This thing is made from the magical medicine found in the ruins of gods and demons.

The magical medicine is called Soul Silk Grass.

It is a natural treasure that can only mature once in hundreds of years under the nourishment of the remaining soul power of gods and demons. It can nourish and lock the soul and is the supreme elixir for healing damaged souls.

Not only were those black soul threads swimming in Duan Rong's sea of consciousness, but at this moment, a large area of green light also emerged in the tree's spiritual light sea. The green light threads, like mycelium, suddenly swam towards the gray cotton balls floating in the sky like a school of frightened fish...

As soon as those green light threads entered the gray cotton ball, they began to weave together with the black soul threads...

These scattered gray cotton balls floated in the sky and collided with each other from time to time. At first there was no reaction, but they would move away after a collision.

However, as the green light threads and black soul threads became more and more densely intertwined inside it, suddenly when the two balls of gray cotton wool collided with each other, a lot of green light threads and black soul threads came out, intertwined and entangled with each other, and actually merged the two balls of gray cotton wool together again.

Although this process is extremely slow, it is still going on...

Gradually, those scattered gray cotton balls connected together, like a rolling dark cloud.

And within the dark clouds, the green light threads and the black soul threads kept interweaving...

The thin, scattered dark clouds slowly gathered together and became a rolling gray shadow.

At this moment, in the darkness, Duan Rong's eyelids seemed to move...

Outside, the valley of Wuliang Cliff was already pitch black, with only a patch of mottled, dim light shining from the cave on the cliff.

The night wind poured in from the cave entrance, and Xiao Qiwu, who was sleeping soundly on the animal skin stone chair, suddenly woke up. He glanced at the candle lamp beside him, listened to the whistling wind outside the cave, and couldn't help but exhaled a breath. It was obviously late at night.

Xiao Qiwu stood up, picked up a cup of cold tea and took two sips.

As he took a sip of the cold tea, his spirits jolt slightly.

He got off the animal-skin stone chair and walked slowly to the entrance of the cave, where the guards and boys were all asleep with their necks hunched up.

Xiao Qiwu did not wake them up, but flashed away like a ghost.

In the darkness of the night, Xiao Qiwu flew silently into the valley like an eagle, and in the blink of an eye he arrived at the cliff of Wanxiang Cave.

Xiao Qiwu's spiritual sense swept around, covering the entire area. After he confirmed that there was no one around, he took out a formation card from his waist and pointed it at the empty space in front of the cliff in front of him.

It is impossible to explore deep into the Wanxiang Cave through spiritual consciousness.

The Wanxiang Cave is the illusion of the talisman array. Moreover, this talisman array was created by the ancestors of the sect. How can ordinary spiritual consciousness explore it deeply?

He tapped the formation card in his hand in the air, and the scenery in front of him became blurry and changed. Then a dark hole suddenly appeared on the cliff.

Xiao Qiwu flew in.

Xiao Qiwu stood at the entrance of Wanxiang Cave and glanced at the stone wall on the side of the entrance.

Inside the shrine there, the divine whip was placed inside, and in the incense burner in front of the shrine, the three incense sticks had burned out.

Xiao Qiwu stretched out his hand and took out the divine whip.

In the shrine, besides the divine whip, there were also some trivial things. Those were some parts that Lv Yinlin replaced when he repaired the divine whip.

Although these parts were worn and damaged, they were all old items and therefore were not thrown away. Instead, they were placed together in the shrine for worship.

Every month when the boy came to clean the divine whip, he would also wipe the old and worn parts.

Xiao Qiwu simply reached out and grabbed the divine whip. As for the old parts in the shrine, he didn't even look at them.

He held the divine whip in his hand and suddenly leaped out about ten feet.

Xiao Qiwu stopped in the darkness, took out the formation card again, and pointed at the empty space in front of him.

When the array card was clicked, the darkness in front of the eyes suddenly dissipated like a halo of water, and a flickering light and shadow suddenly emerged.

Xiao Qiwu cautiously took half a step forward and stepped into the flickering light and shadow.

At this moment, he was holding the divine whip and standing on the edge of the light and shadow.

Xiao Qiwu knew that if he took another half step, he would immediately fall into the turbulence of broken artistic conception and be enveloped by thousands of fierce murderous intentions.

Even though he had already achieved the Cave Netherworld Realm, it would still take some effort for him to walk out of the myriad murderous intentions in this turbulent flow of broken artistic conception.

However, at this time he was just standing on the edge and did not trigger those broken artistic conception turbulences.

Xiao Qiwu looked at the darkness in front of him, and saw the sparks and shadows flashing from time to time like ghostly eyes.

He knew that within every point of light and shadow, there was a turbulent flow of artistic conception containing countless murderous intentions. As soon as the soul came into contact with it, it would be strangled by the countless murderous intentions.

And these lights and shadows, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, are so dense and numerous that I cannot count them all!

The founder of each generation of the sect would inject new turbulent artistic conception into this talisman formation... Over the years, the power of this turbulent artistic conception has become increasingly powerful, so in Lu Yinlin's generation, no new turbulent artistic conception is injected, and the form of this formation has been completely fixed.

Xiao Qiwu stood at the edge, looking at the dark center, where Duan Rong was surrounded by countless ghostly eyes.

Duan Rong was unconscious there, lying face down, in the same position he had been thrown in.

Xiao Qiwu was not surprised by Duan Rong's condition. Even though he had checked during the day, this kid was in good condition, with a strong vitality in his pulse.

As long as there is enough time, Duan Rong will surely wake up slowly, and at most his soul will be slightly damaged.

But it was only six or seven hours since the execution, and no one could wake up so quickly. Xiao Qiwu did not notice that although Duan Rong was unconscious and motionless, his eyelids seemed to twitch slightly.

Xiao Qiwu's face turned gloomy, and the eighty-four talismans on the divine whip in his hand kept flashing. Then a clear chanting sounded in the quiet Wanxiang Cave.

"Since three lashes won't kill you, I'll lash you three more times!"

"I want to see, which is stronger, your soul or the divine whip in my hand!?"

The clear singing stopped, and Xiao Qiwu suddenly swung the whip. A strange whip shadow that seemed to be solid hit the back of Duan Rong who was lying unconscious on the ground in the darkness.

In Duan Rong's spiritual sea of consciousness, a huge whip shadow fell from the sky!

The gray shadow that had just gathered together and had many gaps in the middle had just taken shape!

Then he was whipped down by a whip!
The gray shadows that had just gathered were scattered again, but just as they were about to disperse, they were pulled back by the interwoven green light threads and black soul threads, and tried to gather again.

At this moment, the second whip shadow fell from the sky again.

The gray shadow that was about to gather was dispersed.

From those scattered grey shadows, green light threads and black soul threads kept poking out, trying to be woven.

At this moment, the third whip shadow fell again!

Directly blow the gray shadow apart!
Xiao Qiwu stood there, looking at Duan Rong, whose breath was obviously weakening after being hit by three more divine whips, with a sinister look on his face.

"Boy, you can continue to hold on! Tomorrow night, I will whip you three more times! I will beat you until your soul flies away!"

"When the time comes, I will tell your dead master, and by the way, the ancestor who trained you, that your soul disappeared in the chaotic flow of artistic conception in the Wanxiang Cave."

"Who would have known that you would die under my divine whip?"

After Xiao Qiwu finished speaking, he held the divine whip in his hand and jumped out of the Wanxiang Cave.

Duan Rong fainted in the darkness, and his numerous ghost eyes kept flickering beside him.

After being hit by the divine whip six times, he fell into a deep coma.

In Duan Rong's spiritual sea of consciousness, the original gray shadow had been broken into even more broken and tiny gray shadows, like cotton wool scattered on the ground.

But those green light threads and black soul threads are still weaving and weaving...

Sewing together tiny gray shadows...

This process was extremely slow, and those black soul threads were dissipating bit by bit.

Duan Rong's soul was severely damaged, and as time went by, the medicinal properties of the soul-silk grass were dissipating.

Fortunately, those green light threads were continuously replenished from the tree spirit light sea.

As the tiny gray shadows gradually gathered together, the black soul threads finally dissipated completely, and only the green light threads were still weaving there.

The scattered gray shadows gradually gathered together and became a rolling gray shadow. That was Duan Rong's reunited soul.

More than half of the tree spirits in the sea of light had been consumed, but those green shadows were still rising from the sea of light and swimming towards the sky...

With the gray shadows, they gathered together again and floated in the sky.

The thirteen stars, surrounding the gray shadow, returned to their respective positions, and slowly rotated with sparkling light...

At this moment, in the darkness, Duan Rong suddenly opened his eyes.

His head was dizzy and he felt waves of tearing pain in his soul.

Duan Rong grabbed his head with his hands, struggled to get up, and sat cross-legged. Although he was unconscious, he knew that his soul was seriously damaged. He did not dare to delay and immediately started practicing the thirteenth level of the Taizang Sutra!
Large filaments of light emerged from the tree spirit light sea and swam towards the sky like a school of fish.

"The soul is severely damaged. I wonder if the tree spirit light is enough?"

A hint of worry flashed through Duan Rong's mind, wondering if these remaining light threads were enough to repair his damaged soul.

With Duan Rong's control and the support of the Taizang Sutra, those light threads were obviously completely different from the original ones that moved on their own.

The original green and dark light threads that were intertwined inside the gray phantom were quickly absorbed by the gray phantom and transformed into soul with the help of the technique.

The rolling and floating gray shadow was gradually solidifying.

Moreover, as the gray shadow gradually solidified, spots of light began to emerge from the depths of the gray shadow, and gradually formed a fragile and thin layer of light film on the surface of the gray shadow.

"This is……"

Duan Rong looked at the phantom of a human sitting cross-legged in the center of the sky, and was shocked.

The phantom was no longer a vague human outline, but a clear glass body with extremely clear facial features, which looked exactly like him.

That clear glass body was just a layer of light film on the surface, with grey shadows still floating and tumbling inside.

Duan Rong looked at it for a while and finally figured out what the clear glass film on the surface of the gray shadow was.

Those were the light films of hundreds of artistic conceptions that he had swallowed!
The artistic conception that was swallowed before was all a ball of light wrapped in a layer of light film.

The soul cannot digest and absorb these artistic conception light balls.

Duan Rong let the gray phantom swallow the light balls wrapped in light film, and then used the Soul Spear to pierce the artistic conception light balls in the body of the gray phantom.

Therefore, these artistic conception light films turned into spots of light and continued to settle in the body of the gray shadow.

After being hit by the divine whip six times, he actually refined these spots of light into a gray shadowy light film.

Duan Rong didn't know what was so magical about this layer of light film of gray shadow at this time, but he was sure that it must be of great benefit.

Could this be Lu Yinlin's original intention in making him receive three blows from the divine whip?
Not necessarily!

This is the result of being beaten with the divine whip six times!

Perhaps Lu Yinlin just wanted to temper his soul and integrate the complex artistic conception. Lu Yinlin should not be aware that deep in his soul, there are spots of light transformed from these light films.

Looking at the clear glass body sitting cross-legged in the void, Duan Rong felt his mind become clear, and the original pain in his soul completely disappeared.

The damage to his soul has been completely repaired, and he has also benefited from karma and achieved a clear glass body!
But Duan Rong knew that these were the effects of the black soul threads and the green light threads.

(End of this chapter)