The God of Heavens

Chapter 238 Cultivation with a Cheat Code

Lin Yu sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mysterious hand seal.

In an instant, a magnificent ship appeared in his mind, nine zhang long and sixteen chi high, with all kinds of auras of creation, glory, and majesty bestowed upon it.

This magnificent ship cuts through the waves, wielding the power of nature, and vaguely embodies the imagery of crossing a sea of ​​suffering and sailing towards the other shore.

Lin Yu sat quietly, beginning to visualize that the colossal ship contained a powerful energy of creation descending upon him, infusing his body and transforming his soul into a physique similar to that ship, enabling him to traverse the vast universe.

In fact, the so-called "qi of creation" infusing the body does not exist; it is merely a spiritual illusion.

This is spiritual cultivation. Through visualization, one can make the false appear real and visualize the energy of creation flowing into one's head. It's like quenching thirst by looking at plums; even without real plums, it can make one's mouth water.

As soon as Lin Yu sat down, he calmed himself down and began to meditate, gradually entering a meditative state.

In the profound state of visualization, Lin Yu's thoughts seemed to pierce through layers of void. Countless worlds opened up in his sea of ​​consciousness, and streams of creation energy landed on his head, slowly penetrating him.

The moment this illusory aura of creation touched his scalp, Lin Yu felt a lightness throughout his body.

Cool!

An unprecedented coolness spread from the top of my head, like drinking from an icy spring on a sweltering summer day, or stepping barefoot into a mountain stream. Every pore on my body opened up, as if every cell was breathing in the fresh air of heaven and earth. That ultimate comfort made me want to groan out loud.

However, all of this is the work of external evils. If one becomes truly addicted to it, one will not even know how one dies.

This is the first test that cultivators face!

In fact, many practitioners of Taoist arts fail at this first step. Many who pride themselves on their strong will become so engrossed in it that they cannot extricate themselves and eventually go mad.

Of course, Lin Yu was not among them. His mind was firm, and all kinds of feelings were like a gentle breeze on his face. He directly continued to visualize the huge ship.

Soon, as the enormous vessel of creation appeared, all the comfortable feeling vanished without a trace.

But as Lin Yu continued his cultivation, other strange phenomena soon appeared, such as stinging pain all over his body, a mix of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy sensations, a hellish landscape, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the unpredictability of life and death...

"Falsehood!"

Lin Yu's mind remained as still as an ancient well, unmoved by any illusions. The Ship of Creation sailed through the sea of ​​consciousness, crushing the layers of illusions to dust.

At the most perilous moment, suddenly a myriad of rays of light appeared, the Heavenly Gate opened, and a celestial voice came: "Fellow Daoist has attained the Great Dao, quickly ascend!"

The scene of ascending to heaven amidst rosy clouds is most alluring, causing countless cultivators to fail at the last hurdle. Lin Yu, however, didn't even blink, continuing to visualize the Ship of Creation crossing the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

His origins are profound, and his soul is equally powerful. However, he lacks a cultivation method, which is why he remains hidden from the world. Even so, he should not be underestimated. This is the reason why he used the eyewitness method to simulate the will of thunder and injured Bai Qingqing's soul.

"It's a pity we don't have the Essence Extraction and Essence Transformation Technique from the Essence Temple."

This secret technique has a method for measuring the acupoint of "Essence in the Upper Body," which can concentrate the blood and bone marrow of the whole body into this acupoint, allowing the blood and spirit to replenish the soul.

Even so, his Taoist skills were advancing by leaps and bounds.

Boom!

The world has changed!
Lin Yu's mind raced, and he suddenly felt his body lighten, as if he were floating gently. The scenery before him was still scenery, with the stone walls of the secret chamber on all sides.

However, the only difference is!

Lin Yu, however, saw his own body!
To be precise, he felt weightless, floating above his head, and could see his own body.

My breathing was weak, and my eyes were closed, as if I were asleep or had fainted.

Out-of-body experience!

As soon as he hatched and came into contact with the outside world, Lin Yu felt like someone who had just learned to swim seeing water, with a strong desire to go into the water and swim freely.

"How about trying a night tour?"

According to Taoist texts, after the soul leaves the body, this desire is considered to have reached the state of nocturnal wandering.

Lin Yu tried to move his soul out of the incense's range.

Sure enough, there was no feeling of being in a snowy, icy place as rumored; instead, it felt like a comfortable swim.

With just midnight cultivation, he had already achieved what many cultivators had to years of hard work to accomplish—nighttime travel.

"Look what everyone else is doing?"

Lin Yu's soul floated lightly out of the secret room, like a gentle breeze sweeping through the courtyard.

This novel experience made him feel extremely comfortable, as refreshing as jumping into a cool spring on a hot summer day.

His feet were about two feet off the ground, and his body was so light that he felt weightless.

Unlike the solid feeling of walking with his physical body, he now felt more like a feather drifting in the wind. Doors and walls became meaningless; with a mere thought, he could pass through them.

The soul is nothing but formless and intangible thoughts, so how can these physical objects obstruct it?
Night had fallen, and only the night patrol guards carrying lanterns moved about in the courtyard. Xiao Dezi remained at his post outside the secret chamber, diligently performing his duties. Lin Yu transformed into a wisp of cold wind and swept past him, the personal eunuch completely unaware.

Drifting to a side courtyard, Lin Yu found Shi Yuan already resting. Zhao Hu was leading a patrol of guards, and from Lin Yu's perspective, a scorching heat emanated from him, making him feel as if he were standing next to a furnace.

Lin Yu didn't disturb them, continuing to drift and gazing at the distant military camp. "That's... such a strong masculine aura..."

As soon as Lin Yu crossed the courtyard, he saw faint red flames on the barracks in the distance, as if the military camp was on fire. He felt a bloody aura and flashing red light as he approached the gate.

"Is this the life force of an army? It's so powerful that no amount of magic can work against it. It's all gone in one hit."

Looking at the faint red flames above the military camp, Lin Yu knew that they weren't real red light, but rather the powerful masculine energy of his bloodline sensed by his soul.
This kind of vigorous and masculine energy was overwhelming.

He did not choose to cultivate in the military camp, otherwise he would have been courting death.

Lin Yu returned to the courtyard to continue his cultivation. The moonlight was like water, and the starlight was like woven fabric, draping his shoulders. The early stages of cultivating Daoist arts were a slow and painstaking process, relying entirely on the visualization of the soul, and it took several years to advance to the next realm.

However, Lin Yu did not intend to waste his time like this, but instead prepared to use cheat codes. After all, which powerful being in the myriad worlds does not use cheat codes?
"Hell's Forge!"

Lin Yu began to visualize, but it no longer resembled the Ark of Creation; instead, it appeared as a phantom of a furnace.

In an instant, the entire courtyard seemed to split off from the heavens and earth, forming its own little world. Lin Yu's soul hovered within it, his black hair moving without wind.

Above their heads, a phantom furnace slowly rotated, its walls displaying countless scenes of hell, while the wails of fallen gods echoed through the void.

With a thought, he saw the moonlight in the sky transform into a long line, falling into the furnace with a gurgling sound, and the illusory holy fire blazed fiercely.

"laugh--"

The moment the moonlight entered the furnace, a bone-chilling cold suddenly erupted. That seemingly gentle moonlight was even more frigid than black ice, almost freezing the entire furnace and making one's soul feel as if it had fallen into the deepest abyss.

"Damn, I was careless."

Lin Yu was shocked. The moonlight was too cold; it could even freeze one's soul. It was extremely dangerous.

He held his breath and focused his mind, gathering a bit of the clear light once more, and gently touched it towards the furnace. The sacred fire inside the furnace burned fiercely, entangled with it.

As time passed, the flames gradually subsided, and a lustrous, translucent jade paste, shimmering with starlight, condensed in the furnace.

As his soul returned to his body, a drop of jade ointment landed between his brows. Lin Yu immediately felt a refreshing and invigorating power flow into him like a spiritual spring, bringing an incomparably refreshing sensation, almost like floating on air, as if his body had become lighter. Lin Yu knew this was the feeling of his soul growing stronger.

As he refined the moonlight and cultivated, the jade ointment continued to integrate, and within his sea of ​​consciousness, he could vaguely see shimmering light, layer upon layer of shimmering light. His soul was restless and rapidly growing stronger, giving him a feeling of leaving his body.

After an unknown amount of time, the golden crows cried out in the sky, and a red sun leaped out, its golden rays cascading down like a waterfall, illuminating all things in the world.

Boom!

Lin Yu's soul remained still, yet it emerged from the top of his head. The soul, which was almost tangible and identical to Lin Yu's, looked around without any discomfort.

It was broad daylight.

Surprisingly, I felt no discomfort at all as my soul left my body.

This is the realm of daytime travel.

Lin Yu controlled his divine soul to drift around the courtyard. Sunlight filtered through his divine soul's body, casting faint shadows on the ground. He reached out and touched the peach tree in the courtyard, and could clearly feel the rough texture of its bark.

His divine soul drifted to the training ground and saw Zhao Hu drilling his soldiers. From his divine soul's perspective, the blood and qi around these elite soldiers rose like billowing smoke. If it were an ordinary Yin spirit, it would be burned if it got close. But Lin Yu's divine soul was extremely solid, allowing him to observe them safely from three zhang away.

About half an hour later, Lin Yu felt a little tired. With a thought, his soul returned to his body like a weary bird returning to its nest.

"call--

As his soul returned to its place, a cool sensation flowed through his body. The fatigue from before vanished, replaced by a feeling of refreshment. Lin Yu opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and bright, clearly indicating that his cultivation had improved once again.

"To cultivate to the point of daytime in the middle of the night, I guess I'm one of a kind!" Lin Yu thought to himself.

So you still need to cheat. Everyone in this world is a cheater. Some people are chosen by demon gods to travel through time, some find the Holy Emperor's Ring when they are young, and some even attain enlightenment in six years.

If Lin Yu didn't use some cheat codes, how could he be compared to these people?

Lin Yu stepped out of the secret room, took a spoonful of "Tiger Bone Jade Marrow Paste," and began practicing martial arts under the bright morning sun and in the cool, refreshing air.

Although he hadn't slept all night, he had recovered to his peak physical and mental state.

After all, his spiritual cultivation was not about wasting his essence, but about constantly replenishing it, which resulted in his energy not only not being depleted, but becoming even stronger.

With a swift movement, he bent slightly at the waist, his limbs swaying, and his entire body was instantly immersed in a turbulent sea. The wind howled as he punched, creating a powerful, resonant sound, like a surging undercurrent, conveying a sense of endless vitality.

Suddenly, he turned his palm, the remaining force of the Canglang Returning Wind Palm had not dissipated, and he abruptly changed his move, his fist striking the air like an iron hammer.

In an instant, the air emitted a piercing shriek, and the muscles in his arms coiled like a dragon, each swing of his fist accompanied by a deep, muffled thud, as if a massive log of immense weight were crashing together.

This punching technique is fierce and domineering, with layers upon layers of fist shadows. The energy around the body is like a surging wave crashing on the shore, raising dust wherever it goes and shaking out fine cracks in the bluestone ground.

The force of the punches sometimes condenses like steel, and sometimes dissipates like a tide. The power is fierce but clever. Each strike seems to carry the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. The ground is dented with fist-shaped pits. Wherever the force goes, grass and trees are broken.

He alternated between two completely different styles, combining strength and gentleness, fully demonstrating the subtlety of martial arts.

(End of this chapter)