The six secret realms on the Golden Peak each had a different function. Among them, the Taiyuan Secret Realm was used to increase one's perception, allowing one to study advanced techniques and comprehend new realms.
Feng Jiu's imprisonment in the Taiyuan Secret Realm seemed to be aided by the heavens. He, who had stood at the peak of earth immortal for several years, was only a step away from breaking into the Divine Domain. Since the day he'd become the Sword Court's' Eldest Senior Brother 'and was fostered to be the successor of the Sword Court, he'd felt that he'd shouldered the future of the Sword Court. Even though the calamity he'd encountered this time had robbed him of everything, it had undone all these restraints, and it allowed him to return to being himself. He could relax wholeheartedly and comprehend a completely new realm.
There was no need to elaborate on the scenery in the secret realm. It was all taken from the Heavenly Pillar Mountain, and the scenery was real.
There was a small building by the lake. The interior was simple and elegant. There were only two people living in the building. One was Feng Jiu, who was under house arrest. The other was an old man Yang Qiusheng had sent to take care of his daily life. He was called Wang Ze. Wang Ze also had another identity. He was the chief steward of Yanming Villa. Like his name, he abided by rules all his life. He ate, washed, slept, talked, and behaved strictly. He would never use his own standards to demand others. Feng Jiu actually felt happy with him.
"Ninth Young Master, it's time to eat."
Wang Ze knocked on Feng Jiu's door. He was dressed like a cool breeze and bright moon. His long beard fluttered in the wind. His thin face was hale and hearty, and his eyes sparkled as if nothing could stop him.
"Come in," Feng Jiu replied.
Wang Ze pushed open the door with a tray and placed the three dishes and one soup on the round table. He then stood to the side, waiting for Feng Jiu to rise.
Feng Jiu was sitting cross-legged on the couch. He slowly stopped his cultivation and walked over to sit. Wang Ze scooped a bowl of soup and fed it to Feng Jiu spoonful by spoonful. He said with a smile, "Ninth Young Master is improving day by day. You must be just one step away."
"Just one step, and the difference is like heaven and earth."
After drinking the soup, Wang Ze went to scoop the rice, carefully mixing the dishes and feeding it to Feng Jiu. Hearing Feng Jiu's words, he smiled and said, "The Lord said the same thing. It seems that the Great Way really leads to the same destination."
"Oh."
Although Feng Jiu got along well with this old servant, he was unwilling to talk about Yang Qiusheng, so he answered vaguely. During this period of time, he had avoided the troubles of the present world by staying in this place that stood aloof from worldly affairs. He felt relaxed and carefree, which had worn away much of his previous lofty aspirations. Only his cultivation had never fallen. After all, this was the foundation of a cultivator. As for his hands, after Fenglin's death, every time he used his hands to do something, he could not help but feel pain and self-blame. He regretted choosing to run away that year, so he simply hid the fact that his hands had been cured and pretended that he could not use any strength. After a long time, the act became real. Many things that were easy for ordinary people were difficult for him. Therefore, after losing his arms, he felt more at ease.
Suddenly thinking of something, he stopped chewing and said, "A few days ago, Junior Brother Wei came to deliver medicine. Thanks to you letting him in, my wounds have healed. Thank you so much."
"You're welcome. The Lord only ordered that Ninth Young Master not be allowed to go out. He didn't treat you as a prisoner. He just didn't want the disturbances outside to implicate Ninth Young Master." Wang Ze smiled.
Feng Jiu's heart sank when he heard this. He no longer had the mood to eat. Wang Ze could only accept the food and wipe his mouth before taking the food away. Feng Jiu walked to the window and was about to jump out to the lakeside.
Suddenly, he thought of something and shook his head with a smile. He walked downstairs slowly to the lakeside and admired the scenery along the lakeside.
The weather in the Secret Realm could be controlled at will by the formation. At this moment, it was the time of spring around the lake. The color of the lake was green and fresh. Two swans were playing in the sparkling water. The willow buds on the other side of the lake had just sprouted and the red flowers were fluttering in the wind, releasing the charm of spring to their heart's content. However, if one looked up into the distance, it would be a silver-white world with snowflakes floating in the air. The snow-capped mountains were like a pure white canvas hanging between heaven and earth, while the scenery of the lake was like an inconspicuous freehand brushstroke on the pure white canvas. Feng Jiu could not help but think of Fenglin. He thought of her favorite embroidery when she was alive. Unlike other girls, she liked and was good at embroidery. Presumably, when she saw this scene, she could not help but be excited.
"Linlin, how great would it be if you were still alive. Big brother really misses you … "
When he thought of Fenglin, his heart ached faintly. He had no choice but to find a quiet place to meditate and calm his restless emotions. When he had calmed down, he enjoyed the limitless scenery and continued to comprehend a new realm. Before he knew it, it was already dusk. That feeling of being separated by a thin layer of window paper made him unable to break through caused his chest to feel vexed. He couldn't help but think: So what if I break through to the Divine Domain? Now that I've even been stripped of my status as a disciple of the Court Of Sword, I'm just Master's disciple at most. I can't care about the grudges of the Court Of Sword. I might as well stay here and not think about the disturbances of the outside world. Even if I don't break through, what's the point?
Just as he was about to stop and rest, he heard Wang Ze say from behind him, "The Lord commands this old servant to tell Ninth Young Master: 'The Great Dao is the simplest. The tedious path of the sword has exhausted all its moves. The essence of the Heavenly Sword lies in the word' condense '."
Boom!
It was like some string in Feng Jiu's mind had been forcefully plucked, giving off an intense and graceful echo. This echo seemed to fill him with wisdom. All his troubles suddenly became clear, all his doubts easily resolved.
"I see …" he murmured and began to visualize. The 'Heavenly Sword Seal' was born from the 'Concealed Sword Record'. It had its own unique aspects, but it did not surpass it. If it could not become a supreme art, it would be missing a 'primordial spirit technique'. Thus, if one wanted to step into the Divine Domain, they had to comprehend it on their own. Every cultivator had their own unique understanding, so every cultivator's understanding of the Primordial Soul technique was different. Among them, only the creators of the five great ultimate techniques combined their own understanding of the Primordial Soul technique into a Dharmic formulation for later generations to cultivate. Take Yan Li as an example. As long as his spirit and body realms reached a certain level, he would naturally be able to break into the Divine Domain. He would not need to waste time and effort to comprehend a completely new realm.
The moment Feng Jiu sank into a state of contemplation, the energy of the stars rapidly surged over and the true essence in his body overflowed. In his field of vision, all things in the world seemed to be divided into two unchanging yet unbalanced states. One was Yin, the other was Yang. They were clearly separated from each other, yet also fused together. At this moment, one of the three great secret realms of the human body, the Violet Palace, gave off a violet light. This violet light was like the true knowledge of the Dao. Together with the overflowing true essence, it converged into the yin and yang of all things. They were clearly separated from each other, yet also fused together … A world-shaking transformation occurred in the sea of origin. In the end, only the two colors of yin and yang remained. Under the control of these two colors, a humanoid phantom faintly appeared. He knew that this phantom was his original Primordial Spirit.
The breakthrough was as smooth as water flowing into a canal. The overflowing true essence transformed into a Primordial Spirit. The Primordial Spirits scattered around him made Feng Jiu feel as if he had gained countless' hands'. Greatly amazed, he couldn't help but control these 'hands' to touch the lake water.
He stroked the swans, plucked the green willows and red flowers. He saw the ripples in the lake water, saw the swans turn their heads around in confusion, and even felt the cold dew on the green willows and the red flowers … When he suddenly opened his eyes, the sky had already begun to brighten.
It turned out that this breakthrough had taken an entire night.
"Congratulations Ninth Young Master, congratulations Ninth Young Master. The title of Sword God is now well deserved." Wang Ze had stood guard at his side for an entire night, his clothes soaked in dew. Feng Jiu felt inexplicably moved. He said to him, "We are enemies. If necessary, I will kill you without hesitation. Why did you help me break through?"
Wang Ze smiled warmly, "Ninth Young Master, I have told you the truth. It was the Lord's command."
Feng Jiu said, "Although I still don't believe it, only Yang Qiusheng would have such penetrating insight. It seems that I can only believe what you said. His understanding of the Heaven Sword Seal is indeed unique, but he can't have thought that the word 'condense' has reminded me of the responsibility that I must continue to fulfill! "
Wang Ze asked, "What is it?"
Feng Jiu said, "I have finally understood the Honored Master's realm. 'Unity and mutual assistance' is the essence of 'condense'. The Sword Seal is condensed from Sword Qi, the Hierarch is condensed from Ren Wang, and the Confucian orthodoxy is condensed from incense. I should not have given up on myself just because I was stripped of my status as a disciple. Now, I have to take up this responsibility again and do what I should do. "
Wang Ze asked, "And then?"
Feng Jiu stood up and turned to stare at Wang Ze. "I hope you will not stop me."
Wang Ze took two steps back and smiled as he took out his sword. "I have never made a wrong step in my life. Everything I say and do is within the rules. The Lord has ordered that Ninth Young Master cannot leave. If Ninth Young Master insists, I will have to fight to the death to stop you despite my low cultivation."
Feng Jiu said, "I will treat your descendants well."
The two top swordsmen confronted each other. Suddenly, there was no wind around them. It was as if something was frozen in the air. As time passed, it became heavier and heavier.
Wang Ze said with a smile, "Ninth Young Master, there was a Castellan of Buluo City in the past. His swordsmanship was brilliant. He had a sword technique that was accidentally obtained by me. It was called 'Golden Crow Penetrates the Sun'. Please advise me, Ninth Young Master."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light burst from his sword. With the lake as the center, it was as if a small sun had risen within a radius of several dozen miles. The picturesque scenery was illuminated by the light. At a certain moment, all the light shrank as if it was being chased by darkness. However, the golden light on the sword did not weaken at all. At another moment, the golden light enveloped Feng Jiu.
Feng Jiu said, "The founder of the Celestial Sword Branch once created the 'Tian Jue Sword'. It is the strongest sword. Please advise me." He did not move, but the power of his Primordial Spirit absorbed the power of the stars. The Sword Seal suddenly appeared and chopped down.
Crack!
The golden light burst into pieces. It was like the golden spot that visited the ruins of a castle after a war, silently telling the story of heroism and tragedy. When all the strange phenomena disappeared, Wang Ze's body slowly fell to the ground. The rising sun shone on the old man's peaceful face. It was as if he was tired from watching the night and had just fallen asleep.
PS: This is the Feng Jiu that only I can write!
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