Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 339: 54: Nine Years of Retraining, Attacking the Rebirth Realm, White-clothed Sword Spirit Appears

Translator: 549690339

“Boom!”

With a loud rumble from the center of the mountain forest, the bamboo leaves in the small world rustle in the strong wind, and the serene surface of the lake ripples.

Zhao Huai, at the center of the commotion, covers his chest with one hand, trembling as his other hand supports him with a sword on the ground. He spits out a mouthful of blood, drenching the ground around him.

After destroying his Golden Core, the backlash caused by the collision of his heart meridian’s blood flow and his Qi Sea rendered him unable to bear it.

All of his magic power drained away, and now he is just an ordinary man with a slightly higher martial power. Without his Golden Core, he can no longer harness his magic power, and his Qi Sea returns to silence.

“Without your Golden Core, I wonder how many years you can live? Don’t you think you can still live till eighty? Dream on! Without the support of your cultivation and the nourishment of your magic power, your flesh will fail to carry on and wither rapidly, a process far quicker than you think,”

Ao Jiu, initially shocked by Zhao Huai’s self-destruction of his Golden Core, sneers in schadenfreude, saying:

“In other words, you now have at most ten years left to live. If you cannot rebuild your Golden Core, your body will continue to wither away.”

As he said, Zhao Huai looked at his palm, which had gradually become dark, withered and aged. He didn’t know what would happen next if only his hand looked like this.

However, he was not discouraged and said earnestly, “Since I could cultivate to the Golden Core in a few years, I can do it this time as well!”

Perhaps it wouldn’t be as easy for others to rebuild their cultivation, but Zhao Huai had the destiny of the [Human Immortal Body], which had no bottlenecks in his cultivation path and unparalleled cultivation speed. Thus, he was confident.

After a breath, he dragged his weary body to the vegetable garden he had been tending for ten years, picking a panacea that was dripping with green and swallowed it at once.

Previously, as he had mana to supplement him, he could absorb spiritual qi from the universe and attain abstinense from cereals. But now, he felt darkness before his eyes and unbearable hunger.

He began to pant after walking just a few steps.

Eating and sleeping are two things that mortals can never avoid.

After swallowing the panacea, Zhao Huai felt much better and took out the pills from the black ring, officially starting his rebuilding process.

Zhao Huai also discovered that potions that added lifespan for ordinary people had no effect on him.

In other words, he couldn’t use pills to extend his life.

He opened his eyes, looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the wooden house, and felt the occasional comfortable breeze, making him not want to move at all. Instead, he simply lay on the bed, listening to the wind and the birds, feeling the last moments of life.

Suddenly.

He remembered that there were people waiting for him outside, so how could he waste time like this?

Zhao Huai immediately sat up, and in just a short time, both his hands had become withered and bony.

He grew alert in his heart.

He had almost fallen into the depths of a crumbling Taoist mind.

It was the sense of fatigue that surged after losing his Golden Core. If not handled properly, he would fall into a delusional state and then age alone.

Many cultivators who abandoned their cultivation did not end well.

This was the reason.

Zhao Huai touched his face with withering fingerprints and guessed he would soon become an old man. To this, he laughed lightly, “A man is a boy till death, it’s rare to experience old age; just relax a little.”

He then crossed his legs, emptying his body and mind, and imagined throwing himself into a boundless ocean.

He began the first step of cultivation: opening his meridians to sense qi.

Years passed, one at a time.

Outside the house, the panaceas in the fence grew new green sprouts, and the little fish gradually grew up.

An old man with white hair sat quietly at the edge of the lake, practicing his cultivation.

After three years, Zhao Huai finally broke through the Initiation Realm.

His youthful face returned as he silently chanted his heart mantra.

Eight strands of Black and Yellow Immortal qi flew out from his Qi Sea, forming eight golden chains that hovered and circled him in mid-air.

During these three years, his cultivation progressed smoothly.

Moreover, Zhao Huai used the [Refining Qi] and [Initiation Stage] from the Black and Yellow qi to gradually perfect and make up for the missing parts of his spiritual power and flesh.

His foundation was now incredibly solid, and his cultivation reached the peak of the Initiation Stage.

It was time to start preparing for Core Formation.

Today was an important moment to condense the ninth strand of the Black and Yellow Immortal qi.

Spiritual qi from Heaven and Earth gathered and entered Zhao Huai’s body, forming the ninth strand of Black and Yellow Immortal qi.

“My guess was right!”

Zhao Huai was overjoyed.

The reason he couldn’t condense the ninth strand of Black and Yellow qi before was the obstruction of his Golden Core.

Now that the obstacle was gone, everything fell into place.

After three sticks of incense burned, the ninth strand of Black and Yellow Immortal qi formed.

As if a qualitative change was caused by quantitative change, the Black and Yellow Immortal qi flickered and took on a layer of sacred golden light.

“Core Formation.”

Zhao Huai muttered.

The nine strands of Black and Yellow Immortal qi stirred, forming nine sky-reaching tendrils that laid out a formation in this area.

The vast spiritual qi in the surrounding radius of thousands of miles was suddenly drained.

The phantom of the Golden Core reappeared in his Qi Sea.

Thin strands of crystal-clear spiritual qi gathered from all around, gradually growing more concentrated until, at last, it formed an astonishing reversed cyclone reaching for the sky.

A magnificent force spread out from his body, rippling through the space like water ripples.

Spiritual qi from Heaven and Earth converged, swirling around Zhao Huai’s path, like an invisible brush constantly carving the Golden Core.

A brilliant golden core floated in mid-air, radiating a golden light with nine perfect, heavenly inscriptions.

A towering ethereal figure appeared behind him and turned into golden stars that entered his mind.A mark appeared on the center of his brow, and then disappeared.

Zhao Huai’s white hair gradually turned black, his long-dormant body finally recovered, radiating golden light all over, like a blazing sun.

His internal organs, meridians, even his heart had transformed, with golden sacred light continuously flowing.

Zhao Huai stood up alone, his posture upright, as he gazed into the distance, feeling an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, and said with a spirited smile:

“Ninth Stage in the Golden Core Realm, achieved!”

His Ninth Stage in the Golden Core Realm was indeed successful.

And it was growing stronger rapidly.

The essence of a hundred years of cultivation accumulated by the ginseng fruit in the Taoist temple was absorbed by the new Ninth Stage in the Golden Core Realm, without feeling swollen, and even having room to spare.

His realm was also successively breaking through.

With the help of the ginseng fruit’s cultivation level, his cultivation soared from the early stage of Golden Core to the realm of Golden Core perfection.

The blessing brought by the Ninth Stage in the Golden Core Realm was like having nine surging rivers within his body, appearing unceasingly, connecting his head’s center and his primordial spirit. Zhao Huai felt that his current body was several times stronger than his previous one, completely transformed and rejuvenated.

With this accomplished, Zhao Huai planned to break through to the Rebirth Realm.

To break through from Golden Core to Rebirth Realm, one needs to “shatter the core and transform into an infant.”

If the Golden Core is an egg, then the Rebirth Realm is the baby hatching out of the egg.

The Rebirth Realm is also the first step into the Highest Principles. Cultivators need to find their own Highest Principles, evolve, and create their own path.

What they think in their hearts is the principle of the path.

The more perfect the Golden Core, the stronger the state of mind, the more invincible the gestated Highest Principles will be.

The entire process of Rebirth Realm cultivation, besides searching for the Highest Principles, also involves cultivating the primordial spirit.

Primordial spirits are a condensation of a cultivator’s soul. Mortals cannot see them with the naked eye. Different realms of cultivators have different uses for primordial spirits.

For those in the Golden Core realm, their primordial spirit is not fully awake and cannot be used to ward off enemies. It can only be used to deter opponents and is thus called the vision.

However, once you reach the Rebirth Realm, your primordial spirit awakens, and you can start nurturing your Rebirth Realm infant. You can initially mobilize the primordial spirit to perform Great Divine Skills, such as the Eternal Taoist Temple Master’s Heaven and Earth Chessboard, and the Limitless Immortal Sect Hierarch’s Starry Sky and Bright Moon.

The primordial spirits of cultivators are different, manifesting in various forms.

With Zhao Huai’s cultivation, breaking through to the Rebirth Realm naturally had no obstacles.

After consolidating his cultivation for more than half a year, Zhao Huai uttered calmly:

“Transform into an infant.”

“Whoosh!”

The Ninth Stage Golden Core emitted dazzling light, with lingering spiritual fog. A majestic immortal figure emerged around him, with a starry sea behind the shadow. The immortal figure stood tall and held the world in its palm.

This was Zhao Huai’s primordial spirit.

Crack!

The sound of shattering echoed. The surface of the Golden Core cracked open, revealing a translucent infant figment inside.

The next second.

The emerging primordial spirit entered the infant’s body, the surrounding light quickly faded, and the afterimage of the primordial spirit turned into starry dots, disappearing into the small world.

The Rebirth Realm formed by the Ninth Stage Golden Core was called a Perfect Rebirth, meaning that the Rebirth Realm had no flaws whatsoever.

The most prominent feature is whether the facial features are clear, and whether there are cases of broken hands or fingers.

Obviously, Zhao Huai’s formed Rebirth Realm infant did not have the above situations, but was extremely detailed, accurately replicated.

It was just a mini version of Zhao Huai.

“Pah!”

With an awe-inspiring imposing aura spreading towards the mountain wilderness, the branches and leaves rustled.

Zhao Huai’s gaze exuded an unparalleled sense of oppression.

He had officially entered the Rebirth Realm.

“Hum!”

He found that the several swords in the Sword-Nurturing Gourd had also flown out.

Excluding Yu Sha, the dark green immortal sword, Ancestor Yan Zu’s walking sword, and two rusty swords appeared beside him.

One had a purple body with lightning-like patterns, exuding unparalleled domineering aura.

The other had a slender deep green edge, with a cold air like an ice thorn, proud like a snow plum blossom.

“Purple Lightning.”

“Green Frost.”

Zhao Huai held the two immortal swords in his hands, and the names of the two immortal swords appeared in his mind.

“Now I can wield five flying swords, just one short of reaching the Sword Saint level.”

Zhao Huai muttered to himself.

Thinking carefully about his time in the small world, he suddenly felt very unreal, even more illusory than a dream. This feeling was unbearable.

The feeling of a person passing through time made his heart hardened like iron and stone because only with such a heart could he endure the long years.

This was a genuine thirty years.

Just as Zhao Huai was about to put the flying swords back into the Sword-Nurturing Gourd one by one, he noticed that the dark green immortal sword remained motionless. He approached and gently touched the sword’s edge, curious about this anomaly.

In an instant.

In the space of an inch, a sword qi thrust into the sky, and a snow-white figure darted out from the sword body into the air. It circled around and slowly landed on the ground.

A tall woman in a white dress as pure as snow, with wide sleeves fluttering, appeared in front of him.