Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

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three days,

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As time slowly trickled by, a thick layer of blackish-yellow blood stains emerged on Zhao Sheng's body, impurities deeply embedded within him along with old, dark injuries from accumulated traumas.

The ultimate goal of a cultivator's cultivation was for longevity, and throughout the process of cultivation, one's physical condition would naturally and continuously improve.

Reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm was the first qualitative change, shedding the mortal body and evolving to a higher level of life. It was akin to a stubborn rock being polished and refined, gradually transforming into fine jade.

Eliminating the impurities within the body was akin to tempering oneself, accelerating the process of "becoming jade".

This change was subtle, yet its effects were immensely clear.

Time continued to pass, and within the depths of meditation,

suddenly, Zhao Sheng felt his mind clear and his thoughts quicken like bolts of lighting.

At that moment, he gained a sudden enlightenment, realizing that the second step of Foundation Establishment was achieved.

Zhao Sheng was neither sad nor happy. His spirit ascended to its peak as he silently directed the Spiritual Power in his Dantian. A stream of liquid Spiritual Power began to flow upwards against his twelve major meridians.

Under the guidance of Divine Intent, this stream of Spiritual Power soon touched the barrier of the Purple Mansion.

At that moment, a burst of spirit light flashed across Zhao Sheng's mind, and a sudden Sword Light appeared, encompassing all the past experiences of being slashed, condensing into a brilliant Sword Light at that instant.

The Sword Light was like lightning, easily cleaving open the Purple Mansion.

Instantly, the dark and silent Purple Mansion seemed to turn into a newly born world, the Sword Light breaking into the darkness, lighting up the first Divine Light of antiquity.

The Divine Light, like a seed, as more Spiritual Power surged into the Purple Mansion, began to sprout and thrive robustly, and then uncontrollably burst through the Purple Mansion, expanding violently outward.

The next moment, Zhao Sheng suddenly "saw" all the things within a fourteen zhang radius around him, from Zhao Xuanjing and his son watching in the distance to the water vapor particles in the air, as clear as if they were patterns on his palm, vivid and detailed.

With the Purple Mansion opening and Divine Sense emerging, the third step of Foundation Establishment was perfectly successful!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Zhao Sheng gradually withdrew the Spiritual Power back to his Dantian, and his Divine Sense also retracted.

Simultaneously, water clouds condensed out of thin air around him, forming a waterfall that cascaded down, continuously washing over his body.

Then, carrying a large amount of blood stains, the waterfall twisted into a water dragon as thick as a bucket and about five to six zhang long.

The Water Dragon lightly swayed its tail, its head raised, and it swiftly flew out of the slope, before exploding with a roar and finally plummeting into an abyss thousands of zhang deep.

At that moment, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, a brilliant light shooting more than an inch out of them before instantly vanishing without a trace.

"So, it is like this, haha!"

Zhao Sheng, overwhelmed with joy, suddenly stood up, unable to restrain himself from bursting into loud laughter.

After four reincarnations, he had finally advanced to Foundation Establishment!

At that moment, Zhao Keru, his face full of smiles, quickly walked forward and praised, "Chonghe, congratulations on achieving Foundation Establishment!"

"Uncle Seven, You are too amazing! You succeeded on your first try."

Zhao Xuanjing also came over, hardly able to contain his astonishment.

Slap!

Hearing this, Zhao Keru slapped his thigh and scolded, "You rascal, what are you saying! If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all!"

Zhao Sheng sobered up from his laughter, looked at the father and son, and advised, "Uncle Ru, there's no need to make a fuss. Jing'er has always been like this, don't be too harsh on him."

Zhao Xuanjing quickly replied, "Uncle Seven is right. I've always been poor with words, Dad. You don't have to always hit me. Besides, I'm over thirty years old."

"No matter how old you are, you're still my son. It's only natural for a father to discipline his son."

As soon as Zhao Keru finished his assertions,

Slap! He delivered another palm to his son.

"Father, you're right!" Zhao Xuanjing admitted honestly.

His body was as tough as steel; this level of force felt as gentle as a spring breeze, and he felt no pain at all.

Meanwhile, Zhao Sheng watched the unique way the father and son interacted and couldn't help but smile silently.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment, a cultivator's strength experiences a rapid growth phase, and Zhao Sheng was no exception.

After taking a brief day of rest, he immediately re-entered his closed-door cultivation.

As soon as he started operating the Mystical Spirit Skill, Zhao Sheng's Core Energy Sea became like a voracious black hole, quickly sucking in the Cloud Mist Spiritual Energy that pervaded beneath the Spiritual Peach Tree. Experience new stories on empire

If an outsider were present, they would see a dragon-tornado-like vortex quickly forming above Zhao Sheng's head, with the end of the vortex directly pointing to his Core Energy Sea.

At that moment, the branches and leaves of the Spiritual Peach Tree suddenly started swaying without wind, and during the swaying, the tips of the leaves scattered countless mysterious light points.

In an instant, the slope was bustling with action, and more Water Spiritual Energy from within the sea of mist was drawn to it.

Two years flickered by.

Under the Spiritual Peach Tree, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his Divine Sense probing into the Dantian, where in the depths of the Qi Sea, a shallow "puddle" had accumulated, continuously sending up wafting "Water Vapor." This vapor, carrying copious amounts of mist-like Spiritual Power, was then sucked into the vortex and transformed back into droplets of spirit rain, pooling back into the puddle.

Zhao Sheng opened his eyes, satisfied. After two years of arduous cultivation, he had not only stabilized his Foundation Establishment Realm, but his cultivation had also advanced to the mid-phase of the first layer.

In another seven or eight years, he might be able to break through to the Second Level of Foundation Establishment.

Once a cultivator advances beyond Foundation Establishment, the improvement of cultivation becomes increasingly difficult.

Sometimes it's common to not advance a single realm even in ten to eighteen years, and more often than not, once a certain realm is reached, cultivation might come to a permanent standstill.

Many factors contribute to this, such as falling into demonic paths, flaws in cultivation techniques, damage to meridians and physical body, indulgence in pleasures, or simply aging, among others.

Fortunately, the Mystical Spirit Skill which Zhao Sheng primarily cultivated was balanced and even, and although progress was slow, if one persistently practiced, they could smoothly cultivate to the Foundation Establishment Perfection Realm.

Zhao Sheng felt that with his own inferior aptitude, he might find it difficult even to reach the late stage of Foundation Establishment in this lifetime, let alone consider forming a Golden Core after reaching Foundation Establishment Perfection.

Ending the cultivation session,

Zhao Sheng formed a hand seal, and before him, a mini water dragon as thick as an arm, its scales and claws defined, vividly appeared in the air.

On closer inspection, this water dragon was almost identical to the Cloud Dragon from decades ago.

Because the memory was so profoundly vivid, after Zhao Sheng mastered the Water Dragon Roar Spell, he subconsciously replicated the Cloud Dragon.

"Go!"

With a low shout, the water dragon swiftly flew under the Spiritual Peach Tree, its agile and elongated dragon body spiraling rapidly around the trunk while a large expanse of clouds rapidly emerged beneath it.

These spirit-rich clouds continued to nourish the Spiritual Peach Tree, causing its branches and leaves to become greener and more vibrant.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng nodded approvingly.

Since his Foundation Establishment, he had been casting different Water Techniques thrice daily to irrigate the Spiritual Peach Tree.

He did this to refine his spell-casting skills and enhance both the speed and power of his spells, and to accelerate the growth of the Spiritual Peach Tree.

Three days later, Zhao Sheng was cultivating beneath the Spiritual Peach Tree.

Just then, a sizzling sound, like something being corroded, suddenly came from above.

Zhao Sheng abruptly opened his eyes and looked up.

He saw that in the cloud mist about fifteen meters above the slope, an area the size of a wash basin had somehow become stained with blood.