Chapter 656: Chapter 401 Martial Arts Heavenly Tribulation and Taoist Skill “Life Flame
Zhao Jingyu saw this scene, his eyelids drooping down as his body slowly curled up in the recliner, the aura of death around him growing even more intense.
If an uninformed person were to stand here, they might think they were looking at a dead body, not realizing that this was once a legendary figure who had created miracles.
Zhao Sheng saw this and his eyes instantly turned deep and dark.
He suddenly stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, and upon a thought, a fist-sized crimson fireball suddenly came into existence out of thin air, floating three inches above his palm, burning quietly.
Zhao Sheng withdrew his right hand, severing the connection with his Divine Thought.
But… the fireball did not collapse; instead, it remained like the “Sun,” quietly radiating Light Heat.
Pop!
A few breaths later, the fireball suddenly fell to the ground like an iron ball, extinguishing with a pop.
Zhao Sheng’s eyes wandered for a moment before another row of fireballs suddenly condensed out of thin air three feet in front of him, ranging from pale red, crimson, pale cyan, pure cyan, pale purple, to pure purple, and so on.
These fireballs, each radiating different vibrations of Mana, also did not last long and crashed to the ground one by one under the heavy environmental pressure, dispersing and extinguishing completely.
In the Cultivation World, the Nascent Soul Realm can be said to be a significant watershed that bridges the past and opens up the future, with Mana being its most notable feature. Moreover, the Nascent Soul Realm has many different aspects compared to the Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core stages, but the most significant difference doesn’t lie in the Nascent Soul Domain or Divine Thought, but rather in an aspect that is easily overlooked.
That is… the duration of the Spell effects after casting.
Take the Fireball Technique as an example. Typically, cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm, once they stop supplying Spiritual Power, the fireball often collapses rapidly.
But it’s not the same for the Nascent Soul Realm. Even if the infusion of Mana stops, the fireball will continue to maintain its shape and burn without any interference, and the duration will last at least a day or more.
The higher the quality of Mana, the longer the fireball will maintain its shape; the two are often directly proportional.
The main reason for this phenomenon is that Nascent Soul Realm cultivators have achieved some understanding of the Dao and have begun to glimpse the divine laws of the Tao. Their Nascent Soul Power and Divine Thought have begun to merge provisionally, inevitably tinged with a hint of the Law’s aura.
In ancient legends, there are often stories like this: long ago, mortals angered an Immortal, and in a rage, the Immortal brought down Heavenly Fire. The land was engulfed by the Heavenly Fire, burning for millions of years.
Mortals might regard such stories as tales of wonder and curiosity. But from the perspective of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, isn’t this a metaphor subtly indicating the direction of future cultivation?
Zhao Sheng looked up into the sky, where the Great Sun hung high, releasing endless Light Heat.
In his previous life, he had the sudden thought—that the seemingly infinite Suns scattered across All Universes might be Great Fireballs casually released by some indescribable entities.
Just as he could now perform the Fireball Technique and, without external interference, the fireball could maintain its burning state for two whole days.
Although this idea was wildly unconventional, the “Sun” was undoubtedly one of the ultimate phenomena of the Fire Dao.
Any cultivator who follows the path of the Fire Element doesn’t need to exhaustively study scriptures, for the best “model” to emulate has always hung in the sky from the very beginning.
However, very few cultivators comprehend this point, let alone touch upon the “truth” of the Great Sun.
Fortunately, Zhao Sheng was one of the rare few lucky ones. In his fifth life, he was fated to meet the Star God and had the privilege of glimpsing the truth of the “Sun” from the Star God’s perspective.
With a thought, the Hundred Lifetimes Book rose from the depths of his Divine Soul Sea. The fifth page turned open, revealing a Little World of sea algae, as vivid as life itself and appearing in the sky above the Divine Soul Sea.
Suddenly, from the boundless expanse of the Divine Soul Sea, leaped forth a “baby” merely an inch tall, shrouded in faint spirit light.
No sooner had the “baby” appeared than it transformed into a streaming rainbow and plunged into the “Little World,” merging into it and then disappearing in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, the Divine Soul Sea instantly became as still as an ancient well, not a single ripple disturbing its surface.
On the smooth surface of the sea, a complex, intricate, and densely intertwined “String Realm” of Silk Strings began to reflect.
The boundless Silk Strings vibrated and intertwined, each vibration sparking off splendors of color, including countless “colors” indescribable to humans, which then spread subtle “vibrations” in the Divine Soul Sea, hard to comprehend and harder to describe.
Peeling back the layers of infinite “thread balls,” deep in the Divine Soul Sea, one could vaguely “see” a rainbow stream continuously weaving and blending through a complicated and magnificent “String Realm” dominated by the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
Along with the vibrations and intertwinings of the seven-colored Silk Strings, the rainbow stream also began to emanate a seven-colored brilliance, with red and purple discreetly suppressing the other five colors and becoming the main hues of the stream.
While Zhao Sheng’s Divine Soul was immersed in the Star God Consciousness’s world, constantly contemplating the Sun’s Dao, Zhao Jingyu, who was feigning sleep beside him, suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head towards Zhao Sheng, his murky old eyes shooting out two sharp beams.
Just then, he had suddenly lost his sensing of the Sixteenth Ancestor, as if the other’s spirit had jumped out of this realm, destination unknown.
But after just two breaths, a “liveliness” returned to the other, and all kinds of spiritual fluctuations began to re-emerge.
Seeing this, Zhao Jingyu’s heart eased and he was about to close his eyelids again when, unexpectedly, the Sixteenth Ancestor beside him suddenly spoke.