NOVPUBTwo mighty Primordial Spirits clashed, appearing equally matched, but Su Changkong knew that given time, he would certainly win!
Indeed, after consecutive collisions, the faint-black Yuan Spirit started to falter.
But just when Su Changkong thought he was about to triumph, the faint-black Yuan Spirit, as if enraged, also transformed into a blade shape—a long sword radiating a dark metallic luster, commanding and majestic!
"Uh-oh, not good!"
Su Changkong’s pupils contracted, sensing an extreme danger.
The black sword had made its turn, dragging a dark streak through the air, disappearing in a flash like a World-destruction Demon Star.
"Hisss!"
The long swords, transformed from both Primordial Spirits, collided once more. At that moment, Su Changkong grunted, feeling waves of intense pain in his brain. Su Changkong’s Blade-shaped Yuan God was blasted backward as if struck by a heavy hammer, uncontrollably morphing from its blade form back to human shape.
On the surface of the golden Yuan Spirit figure, there was now a massive sword wound, nearly cleaving it into two parts—the pain of the injured Primordial Spirit caused Su Changkong’s Sea of Consciousness to tremble, and blood spilled from his ears and nose, nearly rendering him unconscious!
"Retreat!"
Ignoring the tearing pain, Su Changkong hastily commanded his Yuan Spirit to retreat.
The chase was not pursued by the Mysterious Tortoise blade formed by the faint-black Yuan Spirit, which seemed unable to leave a certain range of the iron fragment.
Su Changkong’s Yuan Spirit returned to his Sea of Consciousness, and the Black Gold long sword dissolved back into lines of threads, reattaching themselves to the black iron shard, and all became calm again.
"Damn… that hurts… My Primordial Spirit was almost cleaved into two by that sword strike…"
Su Changkong swayed, vision darkening, drenched in sweat, his heart still in shock and horror.
Clearly, the faint-black Yuan Spirit was only a part of the full strength of a Primordial Spirit, like a rootless duckweed, it couldn’t possibly be his match. Yet, the strike from the black sword transformed by the faint-black Yuan Spirit had erupted with incredible power, overpowering Su Changkong in an instant and causing severe damage to his Primordial Spirit!
It was as if a demon star fell from the heavens, invincible and unstoppable!
Su Changkong did not doubt that if the complete Primordial Spirit had launched that strike, it would not only have caused him grave injuries but would have split his Yuan Spirit on the spot.
Su Changkong broke into a cold sweat. This was the first time since arriving in the Ancient Holy Country that he suffered such critical damage, a nearly fatal experience that left him terrified.
Yet more than that, he felt excitement!
"So it turns out… the Primordial Spirit can be used like this? That was some kind of secret technique or finishing move unleashed by the Primordial Spirit. The owner of that faint-black Yuan Spirit must be an old monster who has cultivated their Primordial Spirit for years and, like me, skilled in Blade Technique, capable of deploying offensive secret arts with the Primordial Spirit…"
Su Changkong’s eyes shone with enlightenment.
Su Changkong had not cultivated his Primordial Spirit for long, and those who had mastered it were few, so the practice of cultivating the Primordial Spirit was very difficult—there were very few Ancient Scriptures or Unparalleled Techniques related to it.
Thus, Su Changkong’s use of the Primordial Spirit was at a basic level, only harnessing the elemental abilities of the Yuan Spirit.
It was akin to possessing a treasure blade that, in the hands of an ordinary person, has limited power, but in those of a Martial Artist skilled with the Blade Technique, it was incomparably potent. If he, like the owner of the faint-black Yuan Spirit, could learn to wield the secret arts of the Primordial Spirit, to "use the blade," it would undoubtedly greatly enhance Su Changkong’s strength!
"My Primordial Spirit is injured… Even with Heaven Silkworm True Qi, it will probably take two to three months to fully recover. When I recover, I’ll have to battle this Yuan Spirit again, but I need to be more cautious and employ the Mysterious Tortoise Golden Core."
Su Changkong thought to himself, as the Heaven Silkworm True Qi in his body naturally circulated, repairing the damaged Primordial Spirit.
Injuries to the Yuan Spirit were more troublesome than physical injuries, but fortunately, with Su Changkong’s Heaven Silkworm Technique reaching the 11th realm, his recovery power was phenomenally strong—regaining his peak condition would not be an issue!
Others might have been left intimidated or even devastated by that fearsome strike, but Su Changkong only grew more courageous with setbacks, invigorated by the challenge. He was determined to probe the mystery of that strike to comprehend the secret technique to deploy finishing moves using the Primordial Spirit!
While recovering from his injuries, Su Changkong also refined Heavenly Yuan Holy Pills.
With Su Changkong’s current Alchemy skills, along with his extraordinary potential, he could, with a bit of polishing, achieve a balance of input and output, becoming self-sufficient.
And with the 2000 taels of Primordial Liquid he had acquired from the Blood Jade Hall, he had more than enough to freely improve his Alchemy skills.
"Let’s try out the effect of the Heavenly Yuan Holy Pill."
Su Changkong took out one of the Heavenly Yuan Holy Pills he had refined and swallowed it, beginning to refine it.
The vast, pure medicinal power was metabolized by Su Changkong, both Divine Seeds in his heart like seeds refreshed by timely rain after a drought, greedily absorbing the medicinal power of the Heavenly Yuan Holy Pill, growing robustly.
Whether it was the Mysterious Turtle Divine Seed or the Five Animal Divine Seed, new Divine Patterns emerged on their surfaces, enhancing Su Changkong’s Divine Skills and, in turn, nourishing his physical body, promoting its development.
In just two months by refining two Heavenly Yuan Holy Pills, the total number of Divine Patterns on Su Changkong’s two Divine Seeds had broken through forty.
"My damaged Primordial Spirit has also nearly recovered, time to experience that strike like the World-destruction Demon Star once more!"
After two months of recovery under the Heaven Silkworm Technique, Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit had returned to its peak condition. He was somewhat excited in his heart, eager to challenge the faint-black Yuan Spirit again! 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
The black iron shard was still within the Floating Cloud Cave Mansion, and for safety’s sake, Su Changkong had not approached it.
Having learned from the last encounter, Su Changkong was naturally not going to be careless when facing off against the faint-black Yuan Spirit again.
