Qing Yao's eyes widened in astonishment, fixed unblinkingly on Lin Fan. It was as if he had transformed into a Heavenly Passage himself, his entire being radiating a vibrant essence, blazing like a roaring flame, dazzling and radiant.
At the same time, an uncanny sensation struck her. The power within Lin Fan's physical body seemed inexhaustible, akin to those Heavenly Passages that could directly draw life essence from the heavens and earth. It was profoundly strange.
Not only Qing Yao, but even Lin Fan himself was bewildered. The Heavenly Passage within his body was truly miraculous, steeped in mystery, far more enigmatic than the external Passages.
It was as though a gate had opened at his chest, unlocking a hidden treasure within his body. This gate could command the external Passages, allowing his "qi" to flow more harmoniously.
Could it be that I've unlocked the Middle Dantian? Lin Fan couldn't help but ponder.
He recalled that the human body possessed the Dantian, divided into three parts: Upper, Middle, and Lower.
The Upper Dantian resided at the brow, the dwelling place of the primordial spirit.
The Middle Dantian was located at the Shanzhong acupoint in the chest, precisely where his Supreme Bone now lay.
As for the Lower Dantian, it sat below the navel, corresponding to the Wheel and Sea realm in the future Secret Realm system.
The creation of the Wheel and Sea, he remembered, stemmed from the Little Milk Baby compressing a Heavenly Passage into the body, forming the origin of divine power, equivalent to a Heavenly Passage.
It seems now that the Heavenly Passage corresponds to the Dantian. The connection between the two is profound, Lin Fan mused.
Within his body, the glowing orb grew increasingly brilliant, like a newly risen sun, resonating and intertwining with the ten Heavenly Passages, collectively releasing divine essence.
There, a misty rain of light shimmered, a divine radiance enveloping the space, as if it were a pure land, sacred and serene, indistinguishable from a Heavenly Passage.
Nearby, Qing Yao observed quietly, studying this bodily Heavenly Passage and making calculations, utterly amazed.
This was, without question, a breakthrough beyond the extreme limits of the Heavenly Passage realm, opening a new chapter in its history. Ten Passages were not the end; another could still be forged.
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Two hours later, a spark of inspiration flashed through Lin Fan's mind. If the Middle Dantian can give rise to a Heavenly Passage, what about the Upper Dantian, the seat of the primordial spirit?
One corresponds to the physical body, the other to the primordial spirit. The body is like yang, the spirit like yin. Yin and yang, life and death—these are the Dao!
It's not impossible to forge. Like the body, the primordial spirit holds great secrets and limitless potential.
Lin Fan acted on his impulse, but the medicinal liquid in the great cauldron was already half-depleted. He would need to replenish it.
Opening the bodily Heavenly Passage had consumed so much; how much more would be required for the most mysterious seat of the primordial spirit?
"Pretty Sister, I want to forge another Heavenly Passage. Please help me," Lin Fan called out, his tone earnest and resolute.
Qing Yao was stunned. Eleven Heavenly Passages, and he still wasn't satisfied? He intended to shatter the numerical limit yet again.
But she didn't question him. Respecting his resolve, she added more precious herbs and divine pool water to the cauldron, even dripping in another drop of True Phoenix blood.
Instantly, an immortal glow surged, a divine phoenix soaring through the air. Golden lotuses sprouted from the earth, and visions unfolded one after another, as if they had stepped into an immortal domain.
Boom!
The ten Heavenly Passages glowed, joining the radiant orb at Lin Fan's chest. Together, they absorbed the divine essence, preparing for a final leap to assault the brow.
This was perilous, tantamount to courting death. The seat of the primordial spirit was the most critical part of the human body. A single flaw could be irreversible.
Even Qing Yao, watching his reckless endeavor, felt a bead of sweat form. If the primordial spirit perished, true death would follow—unlike the body, which could regenerate.
"There's only one chance. If I don't succeed, I'll perish. I have to go all in!" Lin Fan declared, his voice unwavering.
This was a path with no retreat. Even the Supreme Bone's healing divine art, no matter how potent, could not revive a dead man.
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Within the purple bamboo grove, Lin Fan's body glimmered like crystal, radiant and resplendent. Golden light shone brilliantly, and runes filled the surrounding void, densely packed and immensely powerful.
This was akin to igniting his life force, unleashing all his power to reach his peak state, charging forward with everything he had.
Boom!
The ten Heavenly Passages collided, their force converging with the bodily Passage into a single point, surging toward his brow with divine essence. A grand, resonant sound erupted, shaking the heavens with a burst of divine light.
In that moment, the void itself warped, becoming hazy and distorted, unsettling the very fabric of the world.
"Agh…"
Lin Fan roared, his head feeling as though it might explode, wracked with unbearable pain. Yet he refused to stop, frantically inhaling and exhaling essence, circulating runes throughout his body, focusing them at his brow to unlock something profound.
In an instant, the area erupted. Divine energy flooded the space like an ocean, submerging everything. The dense life essence caused grasses to sprout rapidly and flowers to bloom in abundance.
Finally, a formidable pressure emerged, unleashing a massive golden wave, terrifying and overwhelming, its power boundless.
"Open for me!" Lin Fan shouted.
He wasn't seeking self-destruction but aiming to use the connection between the Dantians to resonate with one another, triggering a miraculous transformation to unlock the hidden treasury of the primordial spirit.
Yet reality was far harsher. This was even more arduous than forging the bodily Heavenly Passage.
Blood seeped from his brow, his head swelling unnaturally, covered in fine cracks as if it might burst at any moment. It was a terrifying sight.
The pain was excruciating, as if a million ants were gnawing at him. His soul felt as though it were being torn apart, an unimaginable torment to his spirit.
Still, he clung to his resolve, maintaining clarity, refusing to falter as he strove to forge the Primordial Spirit Passage.
"This…" Qing Yao's heart clenched. This was a path to the annihilation of both body and spirit. Several times, she nearly intervened to stop him. It was too reckless.
To undertake such life-threatening cultivation in the Heavenly Passage Realm—wasn't this overly radical? Who had taught him to act this way?
"He's mad, and his son is mad too. For the sake of cultivation, they're all throwing their lives away," Qing Yao muttered, her eyes misting with tears. She sighed but ultimately refrained from stopping him.
On the path of cultivation, she had once believed that casting aside all unnecessary emotions would lead her to the pinnacle.
But now, she realized she had been wrong—wrong about so much, and had missed far too much.
Perhaps only those who risked everything for the Dao, like them, could rise swiftly and glimpse transcendence…
Boom!
Suddenly, a sound like a million war drums thundered, deafening and earth-shaking.
At Lin Fan's brow, a Heavenly Passage glowed, resplendent and vibrant, wreathed in ethereal mist.
The sight was astonishing, as if immortal light had appeared, with visions of ascending radiance and myriad phenomena. Yet it also felt unreal.
The Passage flickered in and out of existence, shrouded in mystery, profound beyond measure.
Perhaps this was the marvel of the Primordial Spirit Passage, unique in all the world.
"Hahaha, I did it! In the Heavenly Passage Realm, I've carved my own path!" Lin Fan's eyes snapped open, his voice a triumphant roar, filled with boundless joy.
Behind him, the ten Heavenly Passages merged into one, intertwining with the bodily Passage at his chest and the Primordial Spirit Passage at his brow. They absorbed endless essence, casting him as a young deity, sacred and inviolable.
His divine sense expanded outward, his primordial spirit's power astonishing, many times stronger than before. His mind felt clearer than ever.
Even Qing Yao was astounded. This was a record-breaking feat—twelveth Heavenly Passages!
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