bookbashuk Chapter 130 Rebuilding After Dissipating Power
Chapter 130 Rebuilding After Dissipating Power
Zhao Fan felt as if his consciousness was submerged in deep water, surrounded by darkness, unable to see or hear anything.
He tried to float upwards, but his body was too heavy, as heavy as if it were filled with lead.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the roof of the wooden house, and sunlight streamed in through the windows, falling on his face and bringing a touch of warmth.
His head still hurt, but it wasn't the excruciating pain of being blown open like before; it was a dull ache, as if someone had stuffed a rock into his head.
Zhao Fan lay there for a while before slowly propping himself up.
The waiter immediately came over, nuzzled his hand with his head, and made a low whimpering sound in his throat.
Zhao Fan glanced down at it but didn't say anything.
He closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.
The spiritual energy was still there, and the vortex in the dantian was still rotating steadily, showing no abnormalities.
But when he probed his mind into his sea of consciousness, his heart sank suddenly.
His sea of consciousness was in a mess, with many minor damages. The seed of divine consciousness that he had spent a month condensing had completely shattered. The remnants of the Concentration Seal were still there, but they had lost their function.
The remaining divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness is less than half of what it was before.
Zhao Fan remained silent for a long time. He spent a whole year accumulating contribution points, exchanging cultivation techniques, and refining his mark day and night. It was only with great difficulty that he finally compressed his divine sense into a seed.
Then, in just a moment, everything was gone.
Xiao Er rubbed against his hand again. Zhao Fan looked at it, sighed, reached out and stroked its head, his voice a little hoarse.
"I'm fine."
Xiao Er didn't make a sound, but just quietly squatted down beside him.
The old man stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.
Seeing Zhao Fan raise his head, he spoke calmly.
"woke up?"
Zhao Fan struggled to get up and get off the bed. He wobbled when his feet touched the ground and had to hold onto the edge of the bed to steady himself.
He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply.
"Thank you so much for saving my life, senior."
The old man waved his hand, looked into his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.
"Tell me, what happened?"
Zhao Fan did not hide anything and recounted the whole story.
From the moment he began cultivating the Heavenly Origin Technique, to the headaches he experienced every time he circulated the technique, to his master explaining that this was due to the compression of spiritual energy with the power of his sea of consciousness, making the spiritual energy more condensed and pure.
It wasn't until he condensed the seed of divine consciousness and used his cultivation technique for the first time that the spiritual power impacted his sea of consciousness, causing the seed of divine consciousness to shatter.
As he spoke, the old man's brows furrowed, becoming more and more deeply furrowed.
After Zhao Fan finished speaking, the old man remained silent for a long time before speaking. His voice was not loud, but every word carried an uncontrollable anger.
"Who taught you this technique?"
"He is the disciple's master."
Zhao Fan said.
Where is your master now?
"He has already passed away peacefully."
The old man took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, but his voice remained cold and hard.
"This practice is misleading and corrupting people."
He looked at Zhao Fan, his tone becoming more stern.
"Compressing spiritual power with the sea of consciousness is unheard of. What is the sea of consciousness? It is the foundation of a cultivator's divine sense, and it is extremely fragile."
"Even the slightest damage will cause a decline in consciousness, or even a collapse of the sea of consciousness, resulting in the destruction of both body and soul. Your technique allows spiritual energy to pass through the sea of consciousness, impacting it day after day. It is inevitable that your consciousness will weaken."
He paused, then continued.
"Your spiritual sense was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining before, which was most likely due to this cultivation technique."
Zhao Fan fell silent. He recalled how his master taught him the technique, and how his master said that practicing this technique would cause unbearable pain in the brain, but it would also make your cultivation twice as effective.
His master hadn't lied to him; this cultivation method was indeed twice as effective with half the effort, and his cultivation level had always been quite high among his peers.
But the price was his divine consciousness, which was worn down inch by inch and consumed little by little. He thought it was innate, but it turned out not to be.
He was feeling conflicted, unsure whether he should hate his master.
"Perhaps Master is simply too ignorant and unaware of the drawbacks of this technique."
Zhao Fan could only console himself with this thought.
Seeing his silence, the old man softened his tone.
"You can no longer practice this technique."
Zhao Fan raised his head and looked at the old man. He had wanted to change his cultivation method for a long time, and had thought about it when he was in the Su family.
However, switching cultivation methods requires dispersing one's cultivation and starting over, and he was reluctant to give up his cultivation, so he kept putting it off.
Having dragged this on until now, his divine sense has become extremely weak, and his sea of consciousness has also been damaged. He can no longer delay.
"senior."
Zhao Fan's voice was a little hoarse.
"If I were to dissipate my cultivation now and begin new training, would I still be able to stay on the mountain?"
The old man glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
"Although taking care of the spirit fields does not require a high level of cultivation, if you disperse your power, coupled with your already weak spiritual sense, you may be expelled from the Suyang Sect."
The old man thought for a moment and realized that if Zhao Fan was expelled from the Suyang Sect, he would probably never get his pills back.
After a brief hesitation, he continued.
"I can give you six months to start over and rebuild your cultivation. It will be much more efficient. If you can reach the mid-stage of Qi Refining within six months, I will allow you to stay here."
Zhao Fan closed his eyes.
It took him quite a while to open his eyes.
"Disciple understands."
He said.
The old man looked at him, nodded, and his eyes showed a hint of approval.
He turned and walked towards the door, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped and said something without turning his head.
"Before dispersing your power, focus on healing your injuries. The effects of the Nourishing Spirit Pill haven't fully dissipated yet, so don't move around too much these next few days. Rest well, and we'll discuss other things once you're healed."
Zhao Fan clasped his hands in a fist salute.
"Thank you, senior."
The old man didn't turn around. He walked out of the wooden house with his hands behind his back. Sunlight shone on his gray-white Taoist robe, casting a long shadow.
Zhao Fan stood by the bed, watching the old man's figure disappear at the end of the mountain path, and then slowly sat back down on the bed.
Xiao Er jumped onto the bed, squatted down next to him, and rubbed his head against his arm.
Zhao Fan reached out and patted its head without saying a word.
Outside the window, the sun shone brightly, and the spiritual plants in the spiritual field swayed gently in the breeze, filling the air with their medicinal fragrance.
He sat there for a long time, so long that the waiter thought he had fallen asleep again and looked up at him.
He didn't sleep; he just looked out the window, silently making plans in his mind.
Dissipate your skills, start over, begin from scratch, step by step, go through it all again.
At this point, he had no other choice.
Today, Zhao Fan got a good night's sleep after a long time. Thanks to the effects of the Nourishing Spirit Pill, he slept quite soundly.
The next day, the pain in Zhao Fan's mind had disappeared.
Zhao Fan made a slight adjustment, then formed hand seals, and the spiritual energy in his body began to be drawn out of his dantian in a completely opposite direction.
The whole process lasted a day. When the moon rose in the sky, Zhao Fan turned back into a mortal.
At this moment, Zhao Fan felt completely empty inside his body, without a trace of spiritual power.
He took out three cultivation manuals, each corresponding to one of the three attributes of his spiritual root.
There is no significant difference in quality among the Qi Refining stage cultivation methods; these three are all very common Qi Refining stage cultivation methods.
After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Fan chose a metal-based cultivation method, since his strongest magic weapon, the Golden Marrow Thorn, was of the metal element.
Thinking of the Golden Marrow Thorn, Zhao Fan recalled what the shopkeeper in the market had said, suggesting that the Golden Marrow Thorn could be further improved in quality.
If there's a chance in the future, I can ask Su Ziyan.