Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills C.337 - 52: Thirty Years of Cultivation in the Small World, Stele Projection Reappears_2

Chapter 337: Chapter 52: Thirty Years of Cultivation in the Small World, Stele Projection Reappears_2

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Even with the ginseng fruit from the Eternal Taoist Temple, there is still a large amount of medicinal power that his Qi Sea has not absorbed.

Not to mention the immortal medicine?

After returning to the wooden house he had built, Zhao Huai glanced around and saw no trace of Ao Jiu, who must have gone somewhere unknown.

Ignoring him, Zhao Huai sat cross-legged on the bamboo mat and began his daily cultivation.

His consciousness immersed in his mind, he basically forgot about time and space.

He could only feel the magic power continuously rushing through his meridians, and as the Circulation of Qi increased, the spiritual power absorbed by the Golden Core increased, and his cultivation gradually rose.

This process was basically no different from losing consciousness.

He couldn’t feel the passage of time at all.

Time flowed like silent dead water, unnoticed as it passed.

The surrounding plants grew taller and taller with time, and the mature panacea sprouted new green shoots.

Unknowingly, five years had passed.

At last.

A dazzling Golden Core rose to the sky, emitting blinding radiance.

Zhao Huai opened his eyes, a ray of golden light flashed in his pupils, the vast and majestic magic power flowed through his meridians like rivers, with just a stretch of his hand, thousands of strands of golden stream shot out from the core, spreading out and lifting the surrounding mountains and forests.

Over these five years, he had devoted all his energy to cultivation.

His cultivation had reached the Perfect Golden Core stage, his flesh body had reached the peak of the Golden Core, and his magic power was nearing saturation.

Carefully calculating, not much time should have passed outside.

The small world had been upgraded, and the flow of time had changed again. Previously, it would have only been a few months, but now it was unknown.

Zhao Huai did not intend to leave, because he was consuming spiritual stones every day, and it would be a pity to go out like this.

His goal for this retreat was to break through to the Rebirth Realm.

In the following days, he planned to practice all the cultivation techniques and Divine Skills he had learned to the realm of mastery.

First of all, the Three Thousand Thunderbolt Technique.

He had basically mastered the first two types, leaving only the last one.

The Universal Thunder Talisman.

The Universal Thunder Talisman originally consisted of fragmented texts, so even with the [Heavenly Heart Wisdom Eyes], he couldn’t learn it. But now that he had the [Human Immortal Body], it was different.

He now possessed the ability to deduce cultivation techniques through the contents of the texts, hypothesizing the entire technique.

Seven days later, Zhao Huai delved into restoring the fragmented Universal Thunder Talisman.

The Universal Thunder Talisman, as the name suggests, used Heaven and Earth as paper, spiritual qi as pen, and cast supreme thunder spells.

It was the ultimate secret of thunder techniques.

As days went by, Zhao Huai was constantly drawing intricate thunder talismans, and the translucent spiritual qi flickered at his fingertips.

An invisible thunder formation seemed to emerge between Heaven and Earth.

In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.

On this day, a thunderous “boom” resounded in the sky.

A thick purple lightning bolt struck down from the sky like a dragon-serpent.

It was followed by a sky full of thunder, pouring down with a “whoosh” sound.

The mature Ninth-Heaven Annihilation Thunder Formation was set up.

Fierce flames spread across the mountains and fields, seeing this, Zhao Huai soared into the sky, threw a punch, rivers gushed out following his fist, and the mountain-wide fire was extinguished.

Zhao Huai’s eyes were gleaming, and over this period of time, he had fully grasped all the thunder techniques in the Three Thousand Thunderbolt Technique.

The efficiency was indeed high.

Following the same procedure, Zhao Huai devoted the remaining time to studying cultivation techniques.

This included the Sword Drawing Skill, which had become a part of his swordplay, drawing the sword a hundred thousand times, and forming unforgettable muscle memory.

From Form One to Form Four, he constantly refined the techniques, eliminating some time-wasting aftershocks, making them simpler and more streamlined.

And [Sword Skill Grandmaster] destiny accelerated the progress of both techniques, making Zhao Huai’s sword skill realm rise rapidly.

His comprehension of the Luo Water Fist Skill and Luo Water Sword Skill went up several notches, not just imitating, but stronger in power, even surpassing the original limit of the techniques.

After testing it, just the first form of Luo Water Fist Skill could punch through a mountain range.

More importantly, Zhao Huai had grasped the intent of fist through practicing Luo Water Fist Skill.

Even before throwing a fist, the momentum was already built, like a divine river poured down from heaven.

Sorceress Sect’s unique move Dragon Tiger Vajra Palm, a powerful Divine Skill, had been improved by him, so that even non-Buddhist practitioners could cultivate it to a very high realm.

The progress of the Dragon Slaying Immortal Skill was the slowest.

Whenever Zhao Huai used it, he had to use all his magic power, even after breaking through to the Perfect Golden Core, this symptom persisted, still draining more than half of his magic power.

After all, this was an Immortal Skill, created by immortals. It was too difficult to improve and strengthen it on its original basis, so this Divine Skill could only be used as a life-saving means.

As for the newly obtained techniques: Black and Yellow Qi, Immortal Burial, and Dragon-Transformation Skill.Zhao Huai had only just started learning these skills, and he was still far from mastering them.

Immortal Burial was not difficult; as long as he had the method of offering and the offerings, he could do it.

His progress in refining the Black and Yellow qi was slow, and he had only condensed the first strand.

It was said that once he condensed nine strands of Black and Yellow qi, he would reach the Ninth Stage in the Golden Core Realm.

As for the Dragon-Transformation Skill, he was only able to cover his body with dragon scales, which provided a solid defense. However, to fully transform into a dragon, he still needed to keep studying the skill.

After the first ten years, Zhao Huai planned to take a break.

Even though he couldn’t feel the passage of time, he felt a sense of depression in his heart.

The stress could not be released.

Many people failed in their cultivation due to the constant presence of this depressive feeling in their hearts, leading to entering the demonic state halfway through.

During several months, Zhao Huai spent his days fishing, reading, and enjoying the sun, doing nothing else.

The idea of fishing came to him when he found a small stream with fish while exploring the small world.

When he was bored, Zhao Huai would roam the small world, searching for its edge. But no matter how far he flew, he couldn’t reach the boundary of the world.

There were many strange creatures and plants, but there were no people.

So, Zhao Huai thought that the Reincarnation Treasured Mirror was probably a sealed world.

Perhaps it belonged to an immortal.

He no longer believed that this mirror was Ancestor Yan Zu’s.

Because Ancestor Yan Zu had obtained this mirror before becoming immortal, and a cultivator in the superior tribulation alone was not enough to create a world, which meant that the origin of the Reincarnation Treasured Mirror belonged to someone else.

At the same time, Zhao Huai also pondered about the golden bronze coin in his hand.

He always felt that this golden bronze coin came from the Ascension Realm.

There was still much mystery surrounding the original owner of the golden bronze coin.

Perhaps it was also a creation of an immortal.

Oh, immortal, what kind of existence are you really?

Zhao Huai thought deeply but never found a definite answer.

The only time he got closest to an immortal was when he saw the scene in the stele that he found in the Hetu and Luoshu.

A giant stele fell from the sky, piercing through heaven and earth.

Those indifferent eyes in the divine cloud were definitely of an immortal.

As Zhao Huai thought, he took out the mysterious stone tablet from his black ring.

Even now, the text left by the immortal on the stone tablet made him dizzy after a glance.

Enduring the discomfort, Zhao Huai held the mysterious stone tablet and tried to inject magic power into it, but there was still no response.

Perhaps it required immortal power?

That’s what Zhao Huai thought.

He tried to take out a white peach immortal fruit that he had picked in the immortal fruit garden before, and cut a small slit in it.

A drop of immortal fluid flowed out from the peach, emitting an incomparable fragrance. That one drop felt like a thousand-pound weight, filled with explosive immortal power.

The immortal fluid fell on the mysterious stone tablet.

The originally unresponsive stone tablet suddenly radiated dazzling light, and the text on it seemed to be alive, leaping and rolling.

“Hum!”

The stone tablet trembled, as if an invisible hand dragged Zhao Huai’s consciousness into it.

Before he had time to be surprised, the sound of turbulent water flow reached Zhao Huai’s ears.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a huge ancient temple.

Above his head, stars vanished, and the space was broken and unstable.

Zhao Huai discovered that the source of the water flow was actually the ancient temple under his feet; the temple was drifting in the Luo River!

He recognized the silvery water in front of him as the Luo River that he had seen in the Hetu and Luoshu.

The ancient temple floated along the Luo River, and Zhao Huai saw an ancient Buddha.

Riding on a huge, divine white elephant, the Buddha had eyes as bright as torches and an aura of compassion. He sat on a nine-petal golden lotus platform with an infinite golden wheel behind him, surrounded by a gentle glow of Buddha light that constantly flowed.

The presence from the ancient Buddha was terrifying, and Zhao Huai felt that with just one finger, the Buddha could kill a Metamorphosis Stage cultivator.

He was sitting on a void.

Suddenly, he looked at Zhao Huai.

This gaze seemed to pierce through time and space.

Zhao Huai’s back was sweating.