Cultivation: Starting with Farming in the Spiritual Pivot Grotto

Chapter 51 The Soul Within the Sword, the Sword Tempered in Fire

"The Art of Soul Transference!"

This secret technique, which involves separating the physical body and soul and inhabiting an object to control the treasure, was deduced by the Spiritual Pivot.

Similar secret techniques are widely circulated, but ordinary cultivators with shallow foundations are prone to damaging their own essence if they rashly use them.

The essence of this method is to relinquish the constraints of the physical body and grasp the spirit of the soul.

Low-level cultivators have never cultivated to the point where they can enhance their souls, and once they lose the protection of their physical bodies, they will be in danger.

Even a gentle breeze can completely scatter one's spirit, let alone water and fire.

However, Li Ya was protected by the Spiritual Pivot, and his clothes were made from the pure divine power contained in the gourd coins.

It can protect against the surrounding scenery, water, fire, and flames, and can also replenish the sword pellets consumed.

As things stand, my own energy has already established a stable connection with the Chen Su Tian Du Sword Pill. Even without refining it, there shouldn't be any problem using this Soul Transfer Technique.

Moreover, the sword pellet is a perfect whole, round and flawless, and is both half-illusory and half-real, making it an excellent choice for carrying the soul.

Li Ya calmly used his inner energy to activate the Chen Su Tian Du Sword Pellet. When he was covered in sweat, he turned his palm and the perfectly round sword pellet quietly appeared.

Then Li Ya's breathing gradually slowed down, his mind became empty, and all the energy in his body was gathered, with his true energy sinking into his dantian.

Once your mind is calm and still, close your eyes and visualize a thirteen-story pagoda above your head.

As I climbed to the top of the tower, floor by floor, I recalled the scenes of looking down from the top, and that feeling of fear of heights and weak legs resurfaced.

"That's exactly right!"

Li Ya suddenly jumped forward.

Whoohoo!

As the cold wind howled in his ears, Li Ya felt his body lighten, as if he were floating.

When I opened my eyes, it seemed to be the same scene as before, but when I looked down, I saw my own body sitting cross-legged on the futon.

The tranquil incense, which had been lit early in the quiet room, emitted wisps of smoke. As Li Ya's soul approached the smoke, he felt incredibly comfortable, as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

A gourd coin, worn down by the spiritual pivot, instantly disintegrated, merging with the bird-and-insect script to transform into a screen of light.

Li Ya pulled the light screen over himself and draped it over his body without hesitation, his divine soul...

It spun in mid-air and disappeared into the sword pellet in his palm.

In an instant, an incomparably wonderful feeling surged up.

I felt as if my body had been freed from shackles and constraints, and I felt incredibly light and agile.

Li Ya sat still, his breath faint and seemingly lifeless, but the sword pellet suddenly came alive.

The light flowed and danced, exuding an extremely spiritual charm.

Li Ya quietly familiarized himself with the "body" of the sword pill until the bell rang.

three……

two……

Li Ya silently counted in his mind.

One.

"rise!"

Instantly, a dazzling array of multicolored spiritual light appeared, and various magical treasures flew out from palaces everywhere, like ten thousand stars being pulled back, leaving long spiritual trails.

The sword pellet that Li Ya possessed did not transform into a white rainbow and plunge headfirst into the tornado.

Li Ya immediately felt as if he were in the core of the great sun. Not only was there a sweltering heat wave inside the tornado, but the powerful wind pressure also made the sword pellet difficult to control.

Thankfully it's a magical artifact; if a physical body were to enter this tornado, it would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

If it were just one big tornado, it would be fine; you could just grit your teeth and endure the scorching heat, and then be pulled by the wind to rush into the eye of the storm.

However, this tornado contained countless smaller tornadoes, with chaotic and disorderly winds that pulled at each other, making every step forward extremely difficult.

The scene of the magical treasures vying for passage was reflected in the water curtain.

Xie Daoyun's Thousand Silk Umbrella, a magical artifact not particularly adept at flying, also trailed closely behind.

In just a few breaths, most cultivators, whose spiritual cultivation was not up to par, were swept away by the scorching flames and suppressed by the tornado, and their trajectories were immediately disrupted.

Or perhaps the magic weapons were scorched by the fire spirit, causing their brilliance to dim, and with the collision of magic weapons, one after another magic weapon fell into ruin.

At this moment, the water screen switched to the foreground, where dozens of flying swords appeared prominently.

Surprisingly, none of them were other types of magical artifacts.

Therefore, in terms of flying alone, the flying sword is still the best among all treasures.

Leading the pack now is an ancient-style flying sword, its blade entirely black, with a black dragon coiled around the hilt, and two ancient seal characters engraved on the blade: Ink Dragon.

"Clang!"

Just then, a green flying sword, Azure Cloud, which was following closely behind, joined forces with several other flying swords to attack the Ink Dragon.

Caught off guard, the "Ink Dragon" was struck hard in an instant, spun in the air, and flew sideways for more than ten feet.

The flying swords of "Qingyun" split into two waves: one wave blocked the flying swords behind them, and the other wave protected "Qingyun".

At this moment, a middle-aged man flew out of the palace: "Situ Zhun, your disciples are so treacherous, resorting to such despicable tricks."

He was answered by a soft, feminine voice.

"Hmph! I didn't say we couldn't fight with swords just now. Your big, burly disciple is no match for him. What are you, as his master, yelling about?"

Dugu Yifang rushed over to mediate between the two sides to prevent a fight from breaking out.

The actions of the flying sword "Qingyun" just now instantly stirred up some different thoughts.

Those with quick minds immediately understood that the first to reach the top would win. While speed was important, knocking down the magical artifacts in front of them would also give them an edge.

In an instant, the torrent of magical treasures erupted with countless supernatural lights, accompanied by continuous explosions and roars.

It wasn't all bad for Li Ya to fall into the last batch; at least there was no more fighting.

It wasn't that he didn't want to hurry, but it was the first time his soul had been residing in a flying sword, and he didn't have any special techniques, so he could only fly by instinct. It was already quite good that he could fly at all.

"Ugh!"

Li Ya sighed inwardly. Having fallen so far behind, he had lost all interest in continuing to compete and began to ponder the fire essence and pure energy that Dugu Yifang had mentioned.

Despite the interference from the small tornadoes, Li Ya still managed to stumble his way to the inner ring of the tornado.

Fist-sized crimson-gold fireballs began to appear around them, radiating astonishing heat in all directions.

"Dugu Yifang wouldn't lie in front of so many cultivators, so this fire essence probably really can condense the spiritual essence of magic weapons."

Following the tornado's momentum, Li Ya flew towards a ball of fire spirit. Just as he was about to graz the fire spirit, he released control of the sword pellet and was directly swallowed by the fire spirit.

In an instant, scorching heat rushed towards them, and pure yang fire energy enveloped the sword pellet layer by layer.

Countless tiny golden fire essences adhered to it and were then absorbed by the sword pellet.

"The pure yang energy within these flames is so abundant."

In just a moment, the shimmering white sword pellet became slightly clearer and more transparent.

Even more miraculously, his soul was now inside the sword pellet, and the pure yang fire energy was being rapidly devoured by the sword pellet, with some of it even seeping into his soul through the pellet.

As if his soul were soaking in a hot spring, a deeper connection seemed to be forming between his soul and the Chen Su Tian Du Sword Pill.

At this moment, the ownership of the wine worm was put aside; this pure yang fire essence was a tangible and valuable item.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

Li Ya immediately turned his attention to the other fire spirits, and his sword pellet was now absorbing fire spirits at an extremely fast speed.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he consumed two streams of fire essence. Once all the fire essence around him was gone, Li Ya began to delve deeper.

At this point, the sword pellet was being controlled with increasing skill, and the initial feeling of being shrouded in mist was gone; it seemed to be all thanks to the power of the fire essence.

In the distance, they saw a fire spirit, several times larger than the fire spirits they had seen before.

Li Ya immediately approached, and at that moment, a crimson shadow silently swept past.

Under the cover of the howling wind and fire, a pair of long jaws bit down hard on Li Ya.

Li Ya had noticed the centipede-shaped magic weapon, whose color was similar to its surroundings, long ago.

The sword pellet transformed into a rainbow, unleashing a sharp sword light that instantly cleaved it in two.

Such power shocked not only the cultivator controlling the centipede magic weapon, but also Li Ya, who found it hard to believe.

This is the power of the sword pellet. If one also had a sword manual in hand, wouldn't it be even more formidable?

He plunged headfirst into the fire essence, and was met with an even richer and purer pure yang fire energy. Tiny specks of gold appeared on the originally white sword pellet.

"when!"

A magical artifact shaped like a mountain slammed into the fire spirit, sending Li Ya flying.

It was relentless, and the mountain magic weapon was hot on its heels. It wasn't about seizing the fire essence at all; it seemed more like it was venting its anger.

"Could it be that the centipede has a close relationship with this treasure?"

Even a clay figure has a temper, let alone Li Ya, who is not a clay figure.

After dodging a heavy blow, Li Ya suddenly accelerated the speed of the sword pellet.

"Clang clang..."

Sword light appeared in an instant, but the sword pellet was nowhere to be seen. With each piercing sound, another sword mark appeared on the mountain magic weapon.

"Whose brat is this, with such a temper!"

Some cultivators noticed this scene and switched the water screen to their own.

"This is Flying Peak, a magical treasure of the East Sea Giant Whale Sect."

"My goodness! What kind of magic weapon is that bullet? How could it possibly bully Flying Peak like this!"

The cultivators who witnessed this scene were all shocked.

"You ignorant bumpkin, what's a bullet? This is a sword bullet!"

As countless sword marks appeared on Feilai Peak, it finally let out a mournful cry.

The spiritual light dissipated and was swept away by the tornado.