Chapter 727: Chapter 617: Ascending to Nascent Void

In the secluded chamber, time lost its meaning and passed by in the blink of an eye, spanning over ten years.

Jeming sat cross-legged at the center of the chamber, the ground around him filled with densely engraved runes.

This was the array he spent three years setting up, designed to stabilize the spirit, isolate disturbances, and aid in breakthroughs.

Outside the chamber, the Black Giant Priest took turns standing guard.

Inside the chamber, only a perpetually burning lamp cast its faint light, projecting his still shadow onto the wall.

Throughout these years, he devoted much time to comprehensively understanding the "Self-Existent True Body Sutra" from start to finish, meticulously pondering over every word, every formula, and every key point until they were ingrained within him.

He then spent five years revising each elixir required by the cultivation technique into magic potions, ensuring that Wizard World’s means could achieve the effects of the Cultivation Immortality World.

Some were easy, merely requiring the replacement of a few materials; others were extremely difficult, requiring redesigning the entire recipe.

The most troublesome of them, the "Void Condensing Pill", he experimented with over a thousand times before finally finding a suitable alternative.

The remainder of the time, he spent consuming those magic potions, allowing their medicinal power to slowly permeate every corner of his body, preparing for the breakthrough.

At this moment, all preparations were complete.

Jeming opened his eyes, the flame of the perpetual lamp flickering in his pupils.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

"Let’s begin."

He activated the cultivation technique, spiritual power circulating within his body along a specific route.

The cultivation of the body was unlike the usual gentle and smooth flow, it was a violent surge that seemed to tear through the meridians.

Each circulation felt like an invisible blade stirring within his body.

Jeming grit his teeth tightly, forcibly suppressing the automatic operation of the Body Refining Technique to prevent it from repairing those tissues torn by spiritual power.

Once his physical state reached a certain limit, he intentionally scattered the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit.

In that instant, Jeming felt as if his body was exploding from within.

The essence, qi, and spirit had been continually condensing and merging since his first day on the path of cultivation immortality.

They were the foundation of his existence, the keystone of his cultivation, the core of his being "himself".

And now, he had personally dismantled them.

Intense chaos surged from the depths of his body, spreading like an earthquake in all directions.

Jeming’s body trembled, the Sea of Spirit roiled, spiritual power crashed wildly like untamed horses within his meridians.

He felt his consciousness being torn and pulled, as if thrown into a boundless darkness.

Then, he sensed those "things".

They emerged from the "gaps" of his consciousness’s darkness, silently nearing his Sea of Spirit.

Some appeared as twisted shadows, some as decaying tendrils, others had no fixed form, just nauseating blobs of ever-changing color.

These were heart demons.

During the period of divine soul oscillation following the dispersion of his essence, qi, and spirit, various negative emotions continuously transformed into heart demons, swarming like sharks scenting blood.

Jeming did not move, nor did he mobilize spiritual power to resist.

At the moment the first heart demon touched the edge of his Sea of Spirit, the network of the Incense Fire Divine Dao was automatically activated.

The belief of a hundred billion followers coalesced into a golden barrier, keeping those heart demons at bay.

They furiously gnawed, seeking loopholes, but the network of the Incense Fire Divine Dao was impenetrable.

The strongest among the heart demons barely permeated a trace of aura inside, but before they could approach Jeming’s core consciousness, the Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror lit up.

Brilliant rays radiated from the Dantian, dispelling the invading aura to smoke and dust.

Before long, Jeming adapted to this state, the heart demons departed unwillingly, shrieking.

The entire process took only a few breaths.

Jeming didn’t even divert attention to them, his focus entirely concentrated inward.

The dispersal of the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit was but a beginning.

Next, he needed to reconstruct his form of life amidst this "chaos".

Following the guidance of the "Self-Existent True Body Sutra", he began to redirect the scattered essence, qi, and spirit, allowing them to recombine according to specific patterns.

He formed a new independent "magical body", simultaneously one with himself yet also separate.

This process was slow.

So slow, he could perceive the movement of every thread of essence, every wisp of spiritual power, every point of divine thought.

They converged like countless small streams from every corner of his body, gradually coagulating behind him.

Initially, it was just a blur of light, like mist, like illusion, lacking any shape.

But as time passed, the blob of light began to swell, to solidify, to reveal its outlines.

Head, neck, torso, limbs... a massive figure slowly took shape behind him.

Unknown for how long, the light within the chamber finally stabilized.

Jeming opened his eyes, turning to look back.

A hundred-meter-tall semblance hovered behind him, its entire form dark golden, brawny and muscular.

Its body wasn’t completely solid, its edges somewhat blurred, like wrapped in a thin veil.

But its outline was already clearly discernible.

The entire magical body had only one head, but each of its front and back had a face.

The front face, handsome and refined, with Daoist overtones between its eyebrows, seemed as though ready to deliver a sermon.

Its backside face, with rugged features and calm, rational expression, resembled a pondering scholar.

In the center of both foreheads lay a vertical golden pattern, resembling a closed vertical eye at first glance.

Despite having two faces, it had only one pair of arms.

The left hand held a book, the right hand held a small round mirror, its surface glistening, corresponding with the Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror within Jeming’s Dantian.

It wore a peculiar robe, the upper half styled like a Daoist robe, with wide sleeves and large collar, exuding an ethereal presence; the lower half incorporated elements of the Wizard Robe, with simple lines and faintly visible runes.

Though two styles starkly different, they were seamlessly fused, showing no signs of incongruence.

Innate Magical Body: Self-Existent True Body.

Jeming gazed at the semblance, a slight smile on his lips.

Judging from the appearance of the magical body, compared with the various magical bodies recorded in the Great Dao Book Pavilion, his was not particularly powerful.

Those top-notch magical bodies had six arms, trod on double dragons, surrounded by law phenomena.

While his had only a pair of hands, one head, the phenomena were notably faint.

Yet it was not weak either.

Considering its ranking, roughly upper middle tier, but its compatibility with him was exceedingly high.

He could feel that every structure of this magical body was tightly linked to his own traits.

"Not bad." Jeming nodded approvingly.

Next was the time-consuming work.

Cultivating the magical body’s technique, letting the semblance behind him slowly solidify.

This was a gradual transformation.

As the magical body solidified more and more, his physical self would grow increasingly illusory.

When the magical body was fully solid, his current physical body would vanish entirely, and the magical body would become his true form.

Of course, upon reaching that stage, during daily life, he could still morph back to the appearance of a normal person.

But in certain special occasions, such as traversing space rifts, even while maintaining a normal size, he would have to tear the rift wide enough for the magical body to pass through.

Because his essence had altered, he was no longer "a person", but a monumental entity.

Suddenly, Jeming thought of a question.

During every Plane War, High Tier Wizards forcibly entering other planes needed to tear particularly large space rifts.

Thinking about it now, Wizards above Sixth Level probably themselves had somewhat similar characteristics to a "true form".

"Interesting." Jeming kept this notion in mind, planning to delve deeper into research later.

He stood up, stretching his slightly stiff body.

The magical body’s semblance behind him gently swayed with his movements, like a gigantic banner.

He looked up at the chamber ceiling, his gaze seemingly penetrating the stone to see the gray-red sky outside.

He now was a bona fide Refining Void Realm Cultivator.

The path of cultivation immortality is long, but he is already on it.

Jeming raised his hand, the chamber door gradually opened.

Outside, the Black Giant Priests knelt in unison upon the ground, bowing the moment they saw him.

"Congratulations, Master, on emerging from seclusion."

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