Cultivators refine their entire body's essence and blood energy to the extreme, forming what is known as Yuan Gang.
When Yuan Gang is infused into the body, it can instantly unleash several times, or even dozens of times, the body's normal strength, making it incredibly explosive, fierce, and domineering.
When Yuan Gang is cultivated to its peak, it merges with the ethereal and elusive spiritual power, connecting with the primal energy of heaven and earth.
The Yuan Gang naturally collapses and transforms into a more profound and powerful force, known as Fa Li (magic power).
No matter how strong the Yuan Gang is, it can only dominate within the confines of the physical body.
Only Fa Li, with its mysterious and unpredictable nature, can permeate the entire body, revealing the most subtle secrets of the flesh, and even extend beyond the body, possessing infinite wonders.
Strands of Fa Li continuously emerged from Wu Tie's brow, flowing into every part of his body, seeping into the tiniest corners, even reaching the microscopic level, far smaller than cells.
A wondrous transformation was taking place.
Although Wu Tie had just entered the Gan Xuan realm, he couldn't perceive these changes clearly yet.
For now, he set aside his observations and insights into the microscopic changes within his body and focused on the strands of elusive, agile, and fish-like Fa Li inside him.
With a flick of his right hand, a faint golden light silently flew out.
A strand of Fa Li traveled a hundred meters, circled in the air, and then returned to his fingertip, re-entering his body.
Wu Tie raised an eyebrow, and another strand of faint golden light flew from his brow, silently traveling a hundred meters, circling, and then returning through the back of his heart.
With a slight shake of his head, twelve major acupoints on his face and the back of his head each released ten strands of golden light.
One hundred and twenty strands of light circled around Wu Tie, forming a thin golden shield that enveloped him.
The shield disintegrated, and the golden strands re-entered his body from all over, returning to their source.
As each strand of Fa Li flew through the air, it naturally attracted tiny amounts of primal energy.
When the golden strands returned, the released Fa Li had increased by one percent in volume.
The profoundness and power of the "Primordial Scripture" were finally revealed.
As far as Wu Tie knew, the Fa Li cultivated by other techniques would continuously dissipate and weaken once released from the body.
But the "Primordial Scripture" was different—the released Fa Li could absorb primal energy from the heavens and earth, continuously strengthening itself.
Wu Tie took a deep breath, and a thumb-thick golden light, dozens of meters long, shot out from his mouth.
The golden light, like a spirit snake, circled around him, continuously absorbing pure primal energy.
After thirty-six cycles, the golden light returned to his body through the crown of his head, having increased in volume by nearly ten percent.
This golden light was the condensation of all the Fa Li Wu Tie had cultivated so far.
While the golden light was flying outside, new strands of Fa Li naturally formed in Wu Tie's brow.
What a terrifying cultivation speed!
Wu Tie marveled at the efficiency of the "Primordial Scripture" in accumulating Fa Li.
He couldn't understand why Old Tie had said that cultivating the "Primordial Scripture" was extremely time-consuming and resource-intensive.
Frowning, Wu Tie adjusted the Fa Li in his body according to the next step of the "Primordial Scripture," forming hand seals.
From his brow to his chest, from his chest to his lower abdomen, his entire body began to move rhythmically, like rippling water.
His body swayed rhythmically within a three-foot radius.
The condensed Fa Li in his body exploded into a shower of golden light, and the golden specks were evenly absorbed by every cell in his body, leaving only a single strand of golden light in his brow as a seed of Fa Li.
Wu Tie was stunned.
He remained silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and swallowed three Lava Grass plants.
A surge of medicinal energy exploded within him.
He silently activated his cultivation technique, rapidly converting the vast medicinal energy into Fa Li.
Then, he performed the next step of the technique, and the newly cultivated Fa Li exploded again, scattering golden specks evenly throughout his cells, which were absorbed uniformly.
In his brow, a single strand of Fa Li seed remained, now one percent stronger than before.
Wu Tie seemed to understand something.
He continued to swallow Lava Grass plants one by one.
Strands of Fa Li continuously exploded into golden specks, merging with his body.
His physical strength began to increase rapidly, and his muscle tissues became stronger and more resilient.
Beneath his jade-like skin, a faint golden hue began to appear, giving him an aura of solemnity and dignity.
Finally, after consuming over thirty Lava Grass plants, Wu Tie realized that cultivating the "Primordial Scripture" was indeed extremely time-consuming and resource-intensive.
Without sufficient resources, it would be nearly impossible for an ordinary person to break through the Gan Xuan realm in their lifetime.
"The greater the effort, the greater the reward."
Feeling the strand of Fa Li seed in his brow, now over a foot long and as thick as a green bean, Wu Tie let out a bitter laugh.
He reached into his chest and pulled out a small curved dagger from the Qiankun Bag he had taken from Jia Zhengfeng's sleeve.
The half-foot-long dagger was exquisitely crafted, with a razor-sharp edge that reflected a dazzling cold light.
Fine, hair-like runes were etched into the blade.
Despite being made of metal, the dagger seemed alive, restlessly jumping in Wu Tie's hand and emitting faint vibrations.
"Moon Trace."
Wu Tie infused a thin strand of Fa Li into the dagger and used the blade to cut his finger, smearing his blood on the blade.
A stream of information flowed from the dagger into his mind, revealing its name.
Wu Tie didn't know the origins of Moon Trace, or else he would have deeply thanked Jia Zhengfeng.
Moon Trace was an ancient treasure, obtained by Jia Zhengfeng after leading the Longevity Cult to annex an ancient family far more powerful than the Lu, Yan, and Shi families in the Cangyan Domain.
Both in materials and craftsmanship, Moon Trace far surpassed modern standards.
Moon Trace flew silently and with incredible speed.
A flash of moonlight, and it could take a life.
Jia Zhengfeng had once used Moon Trace to assassinate a powerful enemy far stronger than himself.
As strands of blood were absorbed by Moon Trace, a crimson glow appeared on its blade.
With the continuous infusion of Fa Li, the hair-like runes on Moon Trace began to glow, emitting a cold, bluish light.
The dagger floated up and began to circle Wu Tie swiftly and silently, following his will.
"Go!" Wu Tie commanded softly.
Without a sound, Moon Trace transformed into a bright streak of light, instantly reaching five hundred meters away.
It danced and slashed silently within a ten-meter radius, delivering forty-nine cuts before suddenly returning to Wu Tie's side.
Wu Tie took a deep breath, and the strand of Fa Li attached to Moon Trace returned to his body, now ten percent stronger than when it had left.
While others would deplete their Fa Li when controlling artifacts to attack, Wu Tie's Fa Li not only didn't diminish but actually grew stronger.
The "Primordial Scripture" was indeed powerful and terrifying.
In a group battle, Wu Tie could continuously release Moon Trace to attack without fear of exhausting his Fa Li.
Following Jia Zhengfeng's example, Wu Tie tucked Moon Trace into his sleeve, pressing it against his arm.
Next, he took out the soft sword he had taken from Jia Zhengfeng's waist.
The green sword shimmered like water, with a small carp swimming within its blade.
The sword trembled slightly, and staring at it for too long would cause a stinging sensation in the eyes, as if wounded by its light.
Wu Tie used his Fa Li and blood to refine the sword, learning its name.
The sword was called "Koi," another ancient treasure Jia Zhengfeng had obtained by annihilating a family.
Unlike Moon Trace, which excelled in long-range assassination, Koi was more of a defensive treasure.
Wu Tie used his Fa Li to control Koi, and the soft sword erupted into a shimmering light.
Twelve small, lifelike green carps, each trailing a strand of light, began to circle Wu Tie rapidly within a ten-meter radius.
The cold light and sharp energy formed an impenetrable net, shredding anything that dared to approach.
With Wu Tie's current cultivation, he could only summon twelve green carps for protection.
As his cultivation grew stronger, Koi could split into one hundred and eight carps.
At that point, once Wu Tie fully activated the sword, his surroundings would be filled with flying light, and even a speck of dust would be sliced into hundreds or thousands of pieces.
Such defensive power was truly terrifying.
Wu Tie couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Damn Jia Zhengfeng, he had such a treasure protecting him.
If Jia Zhengfeng had regained his senses during Wu Tie's ambush, a single thought from him would have turned Wu Tie into mincemeat!
"You were fated to die... and this treasure was meant to be mine."
Wu Tie exhaled deeply, feeling a lingering fear.
He repeatedly reminded himself to be cautious in the future.
Following Jia Zhengfeng's example, Wu Tie wrapped Koi around his waist like a belt.
He then took out the four rings from Jia Zhengfeng's hand.
Frowning, Wu Tie shook his head and put the rings back.
Old Tie had taught him to use a spear, and wearing these four large rings would reduce his finger dexterity.
Moreover, the large gemstones on the rings were too flashy and vulgar.
He would sell them later for cultivation resources.
Wu Tie had no intention of flaunting such gaudy rings in public—it was too ostentatious.
After inspecting his entire body, Wu Tie took out the Wind Cloud Banner.
Previously, he had only been able to unleash a fraction of the banner's power using Yuan Gang.
Now that he had cultivated Fa Li, Wu Tie smeared his blood on the banner and continuously infused it with Fa Li.
The banner began to churn with wind and clouds, and Wu Tie felt a deeper connection with it.
When this connection peaked, Wu Tie waved the banner, and a thick mist of smoke and clouds rolled out, enveloping a five-hundred-meter radius.
The mist then dissipated, and Wu Tie's figure completely vanished.
He was still there, but the Wind Cloud Banner distorted the air and created a misty formation, effectively hiding his presence.
In the next moment, Wu Tie waved the banner, and a cold wind swept him into the air.
In an instant, he reached the top of the cavern, then flew back and forth at incredible speed.
His speed was so fast that Old Bai and the others on the ground could only see a black shadow flickering before their eyes.
They couldn't make out Wu Tie's figure at all.
Hei Pi and the others were wide-eyed.
Wu Tie had broken through to the Gan Xuan realm in just a few days, which was already astonishing.
And now, the banner in his hand had such incredible uses...
Hei Pi, One-Eye, and Tie Eighty-Eight looked at Wu Tie with complex expressions, their thoughts unknown.
After thoroughly testing the dramatic changes in his strength after breaking through to the Gan Xuan realm, Wu Tie sat back down under the Flame Tribulation Fruit tree.
He continued to consume Lava Grass plants, refining his body and accumulating Fa Li.
He also removed the White Tiger Armguard and held it in both hands, continuously injecting strands of golden Fa Li into it.
With Old Tie's help, the White Tiger Spear had already recognized Wu Tie as its master, but Wu Tie hadn't had enough strength to truly control this ancient weapon.
As he infused more and more Fa Li into it, a faint glow began to appear on the armguard.
The spear seemed to be slowly awakening.
As Wu Tie continued to pour Fa Li into it, the White Tiger Spear began to respond.
Wu Tie even felt as if the spear were alive, sensing a rhythmic energy pulse within it, like a heartbeat.
Days passed.
On the sixth day of their stay in the Yuan Cave, Wu Tie suddenly had an epiphany.
He bit his tongue and spat a stream of hot blood onto the White Tiger Spear.
With a soft roar, the White Tiger Spear sprang open.
Under Wu Tie's will, the iconic white tiger head on the spear disappeared, leaving only a plain, unadorned white steel spear in his hands.
Grasping the spear, Wu Tie felt that its thickness perfectly matched his grip.
The spear's balance, length, and weight were all perfectly suited to his current height, build, and strength.
Especially the spear's weight—after breaking through to the Gan Xuan realm and undergoing multiple rounds of Fa Li refinement and infusion, Wu Tie's physical strength had unknowingly reached an astonishing one million jin.
The White Tiger Spear's weight had adjusted itself to one hundred and eight thousand jin.
Wu Tie held the spear and casually swung it forward.
With a thunderous boom, the air in front of him exploded as if a rolling thunderclap had detonated.
A meter-wide, meter-deep, hundred-meter-long trench was carved into the ground before him.
Such power...
Hei Pi, One-Eye, and Tie Eighty-Eight's eyes narrowed in awe and fear.
This single strike completely shattered any lingering doubts or rebellious thoughts they might have had.
A rich, fiery aroma wafted from behind Wu Tie.
Amid the roaring flames, three Flame Tribulation Fruits ripened at just the right moment.
(End of Chapter)