The Eternal Soaring Sword

Chapter 12 - The Sanskrit Divine Body

He slept all the way until morning and opened his sleepy eyes. He stretched and yawned lazily, feeling very excited. However, thinking of the plain-clothed woman in his dream, he suddenly became a little desperate.

He felt spirit power surging through his body as he saw the sun shining into the cave. Zhao Jiuge's mood was excellent, and now that he had reached the final stage of the Blood Movement Realm, he was constantly absorbing spiritual energy.

He walked out of the cave and walked through the valley. There he saw Little Black jumping over the trees in the forest, playing around. Zhao Jiuge shouted from a distance, "Little Black!"

With a kick of his back leg, Little Black jumped onto another tree after hearing Zhao Jiuge. Then Little Black landed on the ground and rushed towards the young man in the valley.

After jumping on Zhao Jiuge's shoulder, Little Black pulled the young man's hair and played around. When Little Black saw Zhao Jiuge grimacing in pain, he shouted cheerfully and looked at Zhao Jiuge happily. Although Little Black had acquired intelligence and followed the same path as his mother, he had not lost his wildness, so he still liked to mess around.

Zhao Jiuge was lying on the grass in the middle of the valley with a straw of grass in his mouth. He slowly chewed and let the faint scent of grass spread throughout his mouth.

His left hand stroked the obedient Little Black who was crouching beside him. He raised his rather dark right palm to block the dazzling light from the sun.

“Little Black, now that I have broken through the final stage of the Blood Movement Realm, it won't be long before we leave the valley. You should play as much as possible here while you can.” The young man was deep in thought because he had too many things to think about. Not only did he have to go to the Indifference Valley that his teacher had talked about, but the figure far from the plainclothed woman was still on his mind.

Little Black who was originally docile suddenly became extremely excited after hearing Zhao Jiuge's words. He continued to squeal while waving his small hand, signaling something.

"What's the little black?" Zhao Jiuge could not understand what Little Black was trying to convey. Upon seeing this, there was a trace of sadness in Little Black's eyes as he pulled Zhao Jiuge's sleeve and pointed towards where his mother was buried.

Zhao Jiuge somewhat understood what Little Black meant when he pointed to his mother's grave. "You don't want to leave the valley, do you?" After a few days, Zhao Jiuge had gotten used to Little Black's presence and became very attached, but Little Black did not want to leave the place where his mother was buried. He just stepped into the cultivation world — he can't stay here. At this moment, his heart felt heavy.

Little Black's emotions were rather high as he continued to pull Zhao Jigue over while pointing to his mother's grave. He continued to shake his head while screeching. Zhao Jiuge, feeling Little Black's desperate atmosphere, quickly hugged her and said, “You don't want me to leave, do you? But I have too much to do. Once I become stronger, I will return to visit you, okay?” Little Black's eyes were filled with unwillingness and tears.

The night moon was round like a disk and the sky was enveloped in stars. The cave was not filled with laughter as usual; it was extremely calm. Tonight was their last night together, and the two were very calm. The night wind blew and the cave was filled with reluctance.

Zhao Jiuge finished packing the next morning and prepared to leave. He carefully looked at the valley where he had spent several months. He had experienced too many things here, and the most important thing was the time he had spent with Little Black. On his way out, he wanted to carve out everything on his mind before he bid farewell to the valley and Little Black.

The sun shone through the gaps between the branches and stretched out its shadow. At this moment, the shadow of the young man looked so lonely.

When Zhao Jiuge passed through the pond, he stopped. The damage from the previous battle was still there. However, this time, without the plain-clothed woman and Little Black, the atmosphere was different.

He jumped into the pond and felt a cold energy within it. Without the waterfall and the flood dragon, Zhao Jiuge could feel that the cold energy was slowly disappearing from the pond. He calmed down and began to cultivate the Sanskrit Divine Body as his eyes lit up. Now that he had broken through to the final stage of the Blood Movement Realm, he would see if he could cultivate the Sanskrit Divine Body and reach the first stage!

His spirit power revolved and the cold energy in the pond quickly entered his body. He felt a sharp pain as a mixture of spiritual energy and cold energy entered his body. There was a flash of light as Zhao Jiuge accelerated the rate of absorption. His hands trembled and white gas shot out from his nose.

His spirit power gathered all the glittering light together and slowly fused with it, becoming increasingly pure. After half a day, that glittering light was now the size of a goldfish. As he continued to cultivate the Sanskrit Divine Body, the rest of his spirit power also gathered.

Zhao Jiuge let out a large mouthful of dirty air and continued to cultivate the Sanskrit Divine Body. Time quickly passed, and soon he was at the most critical step of the Sanskrit Divine Body, the final step to perfecting the defining feature of the first stage of the Sanskrit Divine Body: the golden dragon!

He started using more complicated signatures than before, and Zhao Jiuge started sweating. His sweat mixed with the coldness of the pond, a pale white mist surrounded his body.

He was extremely tired, but he continued to refine his spirit power with the Sanskrit Divine Body until the golden dragon outline finally appeared. However, due to his ignorance with the signs, there was a momentary pause and the line collapsed.

He failed again and again, but he kept trying again and again. Zhao Jiuge saw hope and became disappointed repeatedly. Fortunately, her lonely early life had made her very determined, so she continued to persevere.

A burst of dragon cries suddenly resounded all over his body and a palm-sized golden dragon appeared within him. The golden dragon still had to remain in its dantian to be fed slowly while a buddha sat in its dantian. The success of reaching the first stage of the Sanskrit Divine Body had made the golden light of the buddha even stronger. At this moment, there was a layer of golden light around Zhao Jiuge's body, and as the golden dragon moved through his body, the sound of the dragon's roar echoed within him.

Ripples began to spread throughout the pond and a powerful aura flowed out from Zhao Jiuge. The corner of the young man's mouth lifted and he started laughing. For the first time in his life, he felt what it was like to be strong. Looking at the golden light around him, he muttered, “Is this the power of the Sanskrit Divine Body? Legend has it that those who reached the ninth stage of the Sanskrit Divine Body became invincible.

Zhao Jiuge was still immersed in the joy of gaining strength. Inevitably he felt like he was one step closer to that cold and arrogant woman!