The word 'truth' contained a supreme innate ability. The more Qin Wentian cultivated it, the more profound it became. He could only close his eyes and meditate. Within the ancient castle, the sounds of Sanskrit rang out unceasingly, resembling the music of the Great Dao.
Boundless buddhic light enveloped his body as countless runes flowed into him. The world was vast, and Qin Wentian felt that he was insignificant and weak. However, he was still able to meditate and comprehend the truth.
The word 'truth' was a supreme art that contained boundless might. It could allow one to discover one's true self and comprehend one's true self. From there, one would be able to comprehend the true body, true arts, and the power of truth. This caused Qin Wentian to be deeply shocked.
This cultivation naturally wasn't something that could be done in a day. Qin Wentian had no idea how many springs and autumns he had spent here.
He also had no idea where the others were.
The immortal sea was difficult to cross. However, as long as one had extraordinary comprehension abilities, they would naturally be able to do so. Qing 'er, Jun Mengchen, Hua Taixu and the others naturally wouldn't have any problems.
Four years passed in the immortal sea, six years passed in the ancient castle. Unknowingly, ten years had passed since Qin Wentian stepped into this space. Qin Wentian truly felt that as his cultivation base rose, it wouldn't be strange even if he closed his eyes and cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years.
Today, a dharma body that looked exactly the same as Qin Wentian appeared behind him. It shone with boundless resplendence. This was his invincible and indestructible physique that contained boundless might. Now, it had actually been refined and transformed into an independent true body, the body of truth.
This was the power of truth. That dharma body was shrouded in buddhic light with many ancient runes revolving around it. At the same time, the light enveloped the true body. Right now, Qin Wentian's physique alone was already strong enough to break through realms and fight.
Another year passed. Qin Wentian could faintly speak the incantation and condense true arts. It was just that the might of his incantations wasn't strong enough.
After that, the eye between Qin Wentian's eyebrows opened again. It was like the Eye of Disillusionment. His original eyes slowly opened as well, filled with sharpness.
With a glance, he saw four doors open amidst the boundless runic light. They seemed to be void doors that could lead to other places.
"This …" Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. He has already been in this ancient castle for eight years, and it has been close to twelve years since he stepped into the immortal sea. His cultivation base has risen by one level, stepping into the third-level of immortal-foundation. In this ancient castle, he also obtained the art of truth from the buddhist path, causing his cultivation base to improve as well. And now, he once again saw the entrance to the Sacred Academy.
In this place, there seemed to be several Sacred Academies, and from here, one could lead to different Sacred Academies.
All of this seemed to prove what the Sacred Shadow had said before he entered the immortal sea. Different methods of crossing the sea would lead to different locations. He used the art of truth to cross the sea, and this was why he was sent here.
Qin Wentian didn't stop. Even after cultivating for so many years, it was impossible for him to completely comprehend this ultimate art. Only by continuously cultivating would he be able to improve. The word 'truth' engraved here was like the art of truth. One had to first comprehend it before they could enter the gate, and after that, they would have to cultivate unceasingly before they could improve.
This was also like God's Hand. Although he was cultivating God's Hand, even now, it was impossible for him to say that he had completely comprehended it. He had only comprehended the surface of it.
"After cultivating for so many years, even if I continue to cultivate it, it would be hard for me to have a greater breakthrough. I should go to the other places to take a look." Qin Wentian mused. After that, he stood up. His terrifying eyes swept over the four gates as his silhouette flashed. Qin Wentian didn't choose carefully. Since he cultivated the art of the Buddhist Path, he would just leave it to fate.
After stepping through the gate, Qin Wentian felt that he had traversed a great distance in an instant. When his feet landed on the ground, a crashing sound rang out. That was the sound of the gigantic waves of the sea.
At this moment, Qin Wentian stood on a huge rock by the sea. The waves unceasingly gushed over, causing the seawater to splash on his body, soaking his robes.
Turning his head back, he saw another stretch of boundless sea. As for before him, there was a majestic-looking ancient structure there. This was the gate to the Sacred Academy.
"Seems like I've arrived. In this place of truth, there's a gate that leads to the Tiandao Sacred Academy." Qin Wentian stared ahead, allowing the waves to soak his robes. After that, he lifted his feet and stepped out, moving in the direction of the gate to the Sacred Academy.
A moment later, Qin Wentian arrived at the gate of the Sacred Academy. Stretching out his hands, Qin Wentian pushed open the gate of the Sacred Academy and stepped in.
At this moment, a wondrous voice rang out in Qin Wentian's mind. This was the rule of the Sacred Academy.
The gate of the Sacred Academy closed behind him. Qin Wentian stared ahead. Instead of saying that this place was a Sacred Academy, it would be more accurate to say that this place was an independent world.
Qin Wentian stepped forward as though he had sensed something. A faint smile flickered in his eyes.
After some time, from afar, a white bolt of lightning could be seen speeding over. Not long after, a snow-white figure directly dove into Qin Wentian's embrace, slamming into Qin Wentian's chest.
"Little Rascal, do you want to ram me to death?" Qin Wentian rubbed Little Rascal's head as he smiled. Behind Little Rascal, a beautiful silhouette also appeared before Qin Wentian. It was none other than Purgatory.
"Why are you only here now? This baobao has already been here for so many years. Aren't you a little too weak?" Little Rascal stared at Qin Wentian with disdain in its eyes. To think that Qin Wentian was actually slower than Little Rascal by so many years.
"The paths of crossing the sea are different and lead to different places. Before I came here, I went to another place and only found this place after that. What about you guys? After crossing the immortal sea, did you directly come here?" Qin Wentian asked. He and Little Rascal could be considered to have a telepathic connection. This was especially so for Little Rascal. The two of them were connected by a contract but after all, they were still independent individuals. When they were separated by space, the connection between them was still very blurry.
"Yeah, I fell asleep in the immortal sea, drifting and floating. When I woke up, I was already here. What a comfortable sleep." Little Rascal spoke lazily, his words causing Qin Wentian to roll his eyes. Wasn't this a little too simple?
"Stop bragging." Purgatory scolded in a low voice.
"Little Purgatory, how can you say that? This baobao has always been here to protect you." Little Rascal inclined its head and spoke. Qin Wentian felt that Little Rascal was getting more and more unreliable.
"Purgatory, how many people are here in this Sacred Academy? Are there any friends I know here?" Qin Wentian asked Purgatory.
"Quite a few people have arrived. There should be over a thousand of them. Many of them are demons." Purgatory replied. "As for friends …"
"There's your sister Yunxi." Little Rascal interjected, his words causing Qin Wentian to roll his eyes. He directly smacked Little Rascal's head. This Little Rascal was simply asking for a beating.
"I didn't say anything wrong." Little Rascal mumbled, feeling a little wronged.
"There's also Namhwang Yunxi, Nanfeng Shengge and a few others from the Namhwang Clan. Other than them, there are also those who followed big brother Wentian." Purgatory spoke in a light voice. Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. The people Purgatory was referring to were naturally from the Battle Saint Tribe.
"Also, those demons are too annoying. They would often harass Purgatory, as well as Namhwang Yunxi and the others, wanting Purgatory to help them give birth to descendants of vermilion birds. They even wanted Namhwang Yunxi to give birth to descendants with phoenix bloodlines. How shameless." Little Rascal unhappily mumbled. Qin Wentian glanced at Purgatory only to see that Purgatory's expression was somewhat cold. Qin Wentian instantly understood that there must be some demons bullying Purgatory.
Many of those demons were powerful greater demons with pure-blooded bloodlines. For example, the Great Roc Race and White Tiger people were all extremely powerful. Their personalities were also tyrannical and direct. Little Rascal's words couldn't be false. Before he entered the immortal sea, he had already experienced the arrogance of those pure-blooded greater demons. Their eyes were at the top of their heads, they even dared to offend the supreme human races in the immortal realms.
"Let's go and look for them." Qin Wentian spoke.
"Who are we looking for?" Little Rascal asked.
"Namhwang Yunxi and the others." Qin Wentian replied. Little Rascal's eyes swiveled as he smiled at Qin Wentian. Purgatory's silhouette flashed as she led the way.
"What is there in this Sacred Academy?" Qin Wentian soared through the air as he asked.
"There are many cultivation grounds, as well as many dangerous secret grounds. Right now, Nanfeng Yunxi and the others are cultivating in an ancient mountain. There are many innate techniques and techniques of the demonic race there, and there are also powerful demonic beasts in the depths of the ancient mountain. I wonder where they came from," Little Rascal replied.
"This place is so vast, it's like a world of its own. This isn't just a Sacred Academy, there are many places we haven't been to before."
"Understood." Qin Wentian nodded. The group of them soared through the air and after some time, Qin Wentian saw numerous ancient mountains towering in the air.
In front of these ancient mountains, there were many people standing on top of huge rocks.
Qin Wentian's immortal sense gushed out. Very soon, he found the location where Namhwang Yunxi was at. His silhouette flashed as the group of them flew over.
Namhwang Yunxi seemed to have sensed something. Her beautiful eyes turned over and she saw Qin Wentian flying over. Her cold eyes flashed with a smile as she spoke, "You have come."
"Mhm." Qin Wentian descended and came to the side of Namhwang Yunxi. Nanfeng Shengge was here as well. She stared at Qin Wentian and smiled, "Something is wrong. Why did you come so late?"
"There isn't just a single Sacred Academy. From what I know, there might be a total of four. The innate techniques used to traverse the sea are different, and one might enter a different Sacred Academy." Qin Wentian spoke. "Before this, I went to another place and found an entrance that leads to this place."
"So this is the case." Nanfeng Shengge's eyes flashed with a smile. Qin Wentian stared at the mountain rampart ahead as his eyes flashed. The Shadow of a phoenix could be seen on the rampart, looking extremely vivid and lifelike, as though it was about to rush out from the rampart.
Not only so, the other ramparts of the ancient mountains seemed to be filled with all sorts of greater demons. This was a holy land for demonic beasts to cultivate.
"Did you see anything?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Very profound. The more I comprehend the diagrams engraved here, the more unfathomable they seem. I can even faintly sense a resonance with the power of my bloodline. In fact, I'm guessing that it might even be able to stimulate my bloodline, causing it to become purer." Nanfeng Yunxi's gaze was solemn. Although she was a human cultivator, her ancestor had the phoenix bloodline in her veins. The experts of the Southern Phoenix Clan all had the power of the phoenix bloodline in their bodies. This was especially so for the Holy Successor who had entered the ancestral lands.
"Stay away from her." At this moment, a demonic voice drifted over. Qin Wentian turned his gaze over, only to see that in front of an ancient mountain not far away from him, there was a demonic silhouette on top of a gigantic boulder. This greater demon had the mark of a king on his forehead and was none other than an expert from the White Tiger people. He was telling Qin Wentian to stay away from Namhwang Yunxi!
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