Chapter 00064: Entering the Path of Cultivation
# Entering the Path of Cultivation
Chapter 64
Novel: After the Myth
Chapter 64: Entering the Path of Cultivation
Ding Huan once again felt as though his entire body was being torn apart.
Despite continuing to circulate the Luo Shi Scripture, he sensed that something was amiss.
Advancing from a third-level gene cultivator to a fourth-level one under the Luo Shi Scripture subjected his body to a terrifying tearing force that he could hardly withstand.
At this moment, Ding Huan had a premonition.
Under the impact of such a terrifying and powerful energy, his body might completely collapse at any second.
He couldn’t go on like this, yet he couldn’t stop either.
If he stopped, he might save his life, but there was a ninety percent chance that his cultivation would be burned away due to his meridians being shattered, leaving him crippled.
Even if he had a gene for injury recovery, what could he do without his cultivation?
As the狂暴的元力 (violent energy) surged into his mind, Ding Huan’s eyes began to bleed from the pressure, followed by blood seeping from his nose and mouth…
When blood started oozing from all seven orifices, Ding Huan gritted his teeth and forcefully directed the energy from his dantian outward.
He had no other experience, but he knew how to perform the Wind Blade Technique.
So, he attempted to channel the energy from his dantian into blade-like projections and release them.
Thankfully, he didn’t have a master.
If he did, his master would probably slap him to death right now.
Using the dantian to transform energy into blade projections? That was essentially tearing apart his dantian first!
Even if Ding Huan knew this, he had no other choice.
For him, as long as the energy weakened, the terrifying tearing force on his body would lessen.
Perhaps he wouldn’t be able to break through to the fourth level, but he could at least preserve his third-level cultivation and his life.
Ding Huan also considered the possibility of failure.
If he failed, his dantian would shatter, and his cultivation would be completely lost.
Just as Ding Huan was about to make a desperate attempt to condense his true essence and charge his dantian, a mantra suddenly appeared in his mind:
"Focus your spirit into the energy point, repair what is broken. When the energy wheel stops, act without effort, embrace stillness and await, the true breath continuous, the energy transforms into spirit… As it is said: the embryo is born from breath, the breath resides in the embryo. Cultivate to this point, accumulate energy to form shape, and thus, thought is born. To condense thought is to enter the gate of cultivation…"
Unconsciously, Ding Huan began to follow this mantra.
Under the circulation of the Luo Shi Scripture, the terrifying tearing sensation that had nearly burst his body instantly weakened.
Half a day later, the tearing sensation completely disappeared, and Ding Huan felt his dantian becoming clearer.
"Crack!" It was as if some shackle within him had been broken.
Ding Huan opened his eyes and clenched his fists in excitement.
He had reached the fourth level of gene cultivation.
The vast true essence energy felt like a qualitative leap compared to when he was at the third level.
Who was that powerful expert who left the scroll? So formidable! Just a few simple mantras had resolved his crisis when his body was on the verge of exploding.
Wait, it seemed that when he tried to forcefully release energy through his dantian, it triggered the knowledge within the scroll.
Just like when he wanted to cut his arm earlier, it triggered the Wind Blade Technique and other minor spells.
It seemed the contents of the scroll were incredibly vast, but his cultivation was too low to fully grasp them.
Only when he needed them would he gain sudden insights.
Ding Huan closed his eyes, wanting to sense the contents of the scroll.
Then, he opened his eyes in shock.
What was going on?
He had just closed his eyes, yet he could clearly see everything within a few meters around him.
Ding Huan closed his eyes again, and this time, his perception became even clearer.
His senses had become sharp and incredibly powerful.
He wasn’t looking behind him, yet he could clearly perceive everything within ten meters.
Was this what the mantra meant by "accumulate energy to form shape, and thus, thought is born. To condense thought is to enter the gate of cultivation"?
Did this mean that as his perception grew stronger, he wouldn’t need his eyes to see distant places?
So, having this "thought" was the true entry into cultivation? Perhaps he should call it "spiritual sense."
Ding Huan was thrilled.
He had been in the Changyi Continent for so long and had seen many experts, but even ninth-level gene cultivators didn’t seem to possess spiritual sense.
And here he was, only a fourth-level gene cultivator, yet he already had spiritual sense.
With spiritual sense, his strength would undoubtedly rise by several levels.
Thinking this, Ding Huan decided to test his Wind Control Technique again.
Previously, sixty to seventy meters was his limit, but now, he effortlessly reached a hundred meters high.
The Wind Blade he unleashed was also significantly more powerful.
This wasn’t just due to his increased cultivation level.
The ease with which he performed the technique made him realize that his Wind Blade Technique had undergone a qualitative transformation.
No matter how fast he formed hand seals, it couldn’t compare to the speed of his spiritual sense.
As long as he fused his spiritual sense with the Wind Blade Technique, the blade would be unleashed almost instantly.
Ding Huan felt that the speed and strength of his Wind Blade had also improved greatly.
He grew even more curious about the identity of the expert who had left the scroll.
This scroll was truly extraordinary.
Regardless of who left the scroll, it was too early for him to investigate now.
Ding Huan didn’t pack up his tent.
He only gathered his essentials into his bag.
Tents could be bought anywhere.
If he returned to cultivate here in the future, he wouldn’t need to set up a tent again.
Finally, Ding Huan approached the stone monkey.
He planned to take it back to extract its memory genes.
As he prepared to pick up the stone monkey, Ding Huan had an idea.
He tried scanning it with his spiritual sense.
To his delight, using spiritual sense was far more effective than using his eyes.
He could easily scan the interior of the stone monkey, and it matched his earlier intuition.
This wasn’t a real stone monkey.
Beneath its petrified exterior were intricate vein-like patterns.
Moreover, deep within the stone monkey’s brain was a brownish mass.
This brown mass likely contained the memory genes he was searching for.
Whether it did or not, he’d figure it out later.
Grabbing the stone monkey, Ding Huan swiftly moved.
Without spiritual sense, it would have taken him twenty to thirty minutes to exit the deep cave.
But now, with his spiritual sense allowing him to see everything clearly in the darkness, he used his Wind Control Technique and reached the cave entrance in just a minute or two.
Before stepping out, Ding Huan’s spiritual sense detected a massive ape, nearly four meters tall, lurking outside the cave.
A Great Desolate Golden Ape?
Ding Huan quickly confirmed it.
This was indeed a Great Desolate Golden Ape, though it had grown significantly since he last saw it, and its strength had also increased.
This creature really held a grudge.
To ambush him, it must have been lying in wait here for who knows how long.
Ding Huan knew that some intelligent gene beasts held grudges, but he had never encountered one as vengeful as this Great Desolate Golden Ape.
Did this ape think it was some kind of Joe, easily capable of tearing him apart?
For Ding Huan, this ape’s arrival was perfect.
It saved him the trouble of searching for it.
The Great Desolate Golden Ape was looking for him, and he wanted to find it too.
The Qianluo Mountain range stretched for thousands of miles and connected to other mountain ranges.
If the ape hadn’t come to him, finding it would have been nearly impossible.
Ding Huan set the stone monkey and his bag aside, then pulled out a large glass jar from his bag.
This was for collecting beast genes, and now it would come in handy.
He had his eye on the Great Desolate Golden Ape’s Desolate Eye, which could see through illusions.
Although the Great Desolate Golden Ape didn’t currently possess a Desolate Eye, as an ancient beast with awakened bloodline, it was only a matter of time before it developed one.
As one of the Ten Great Divine Species, even a juvenile Great Desolate Golden Ape was invaluable, and in the future, it might become impossible to obtain.
As he prepared to open the cave entrance, Ding Huan hesitated and put the glass jar down.
With his current strength, was it necessary to steal blood from a juvenile Great Desolate Golden Ape?
After pinpointing the ape’s location, Ding Huan kicked a rock at the cave entrance and charged out.
Almost instantly, the Great Desolate Golden Ape pounced.
Ding Huan was still in mid-air, and no matter how he tried to dodge, the ape would surely catch him.
The Great Desolate Golden Ape had calculated its position and timing perfectly.
It didn’t just want to bite Ding Huan—it wanted to tear him in half.
But to the ape’s surprise, even though Ding Huan was in the air, it missed him entirely.
Ding Huan wasn’t about to let the ape off easily.
His body floated back like a willow catkin, and he delivered two swift kicks.
"Crack, crack!" Two crisp sounds rang out.
The Great Desolate Golden Ape let out a shrill cry as its massive body collapsed to the ground.
Over the past year, the Great Desolate Golden Ape’s strength had increased significantly.
But compared to Ding Huan, it was still far behind.
Ding Huan didn’t bother with the fallen ape.
He tapped the ground lightly with his feet, and his body shot out like an arrow.
"Screech!" A sharp cry echoed as Ding Huan landed, now holding a small gray creature in his hand.
It looked somewhat like a monkey but wasn’t quite one.
Smaller than a monkey, with glossy fur and large eyes, it lacked the sharp, monkey-like features.
"So, this is why that stupid ape knew I was inside and waited for me to come out. You little rascal went and tattled, didn’t you?"
Ding Huan lifted the small creature and chuckled.
This little thing was the one that had ambushed him when he first entered the cave.
He had struck it with a Wind Blade, but it had managed to escape.
Who would have thought this little creature was also holding a grudge? Knowing it couldn’t take him on alone, it had called the Great Desolate Golden Ape to ambush him.
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