Chapter 225
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Chapter 225: Spiritual Roots Evolution, Second Class
In the alien residential district, after the secret meeting concluded, some departed while others lingered with heavy concerns.
"Elder, must we truly proceed? If discovered, the humans won’t rest until…"
The elder being addressed showed no apprehension, only cold resolve.
"You think inaction will spare us? Humans would still come for us!"
"But…"
The questioning youth faltered before blurting, "Aren’t the humans facing their own crisis? Shouldn’t they be conserving strength?"
"Fool! Crisis drives them to eliminate internal threats first – have you learned nothing?"
Meanwhile in another quarter, disguised cultists who’d conspired with alien factions gathered nervously. Had Mu Lin been present, he’d have recognized their unease.
Whispers circulated through the dim room:
"…Must we spill so much blood? The powerful clans will rage…"
"…Necessary sacrifices. Let them see *’s true face. Blood Cherry’s group might yet survive…"
Unaware of these machinations, Mu Lin unboxed Teacher Dongfang Ya’s delivery – treasures for evolving his Spiritual Roots. The centerpiece was a miniature Seven-Colored Deer Antler.
Contrary to expectations, the artifact wasn’t for ingestion. The accompanying jade slip instructed him to grind the antler into powder, mix with water to create pigment, then inscribe his forehead to unlock the Door of the Mysterious Male – gateway to heaven-earth connection and improved cultivation aptitude.
Satisfaction warmed Mu Lin until he discovered an added boon. Whether through Dongfang Ya’s intervention or Anping Taoist Palace’s favor-seeking, this ritual could grant secondary abilities based on inscribed characters.
"Strength reveals the world’s kindness," he mused. While ordinary cultivators chose elemental symbols like ‘Thunder’ or ‘Flame’ (as the jade slip suggested), Mu Lin’s mind fixated on the Root Word ‘定’ (Ding – Stabilize).
Without hesitation, he crushed the antler with mana, blended the iridescent powder with water, and finger-painted the decisive character between his brows – bypassing brushwork entirely. The seven-colored ink shimmered as the final stroke sealed his choice.
“Swish…”
The binding character was written in a single fluid stroke.
As the seven-colored ink manifested on Mu Lin’s forehead at the Door of the Mysterious Male, a peculiar sensation arose within him.
He felt as though a hole had opened between his brows.
“Hmm…”
This hole connected to the heavens and earth, and a soft breeze began to flow from the distant, lofty skies.
“Ah…”
Moments later, that peculiar wind drifted through the opening in his forehead and into his body.
“Whoosh…”
Under the breeze’s influence, Mu Lin sensed every impurity within him being swept away entirely.
“Wait—it’s not just cleansing. The ink from the Seven-Colored Deer Antler is also being carried into my body by this wind. It’s replenishing what I’ve lost.”
Slowly, Mu Lin grasped the truth: replacing his impurities with the seven-colored ink was key to evolving his Spiritual Roots.
Acting swiftly, he dipped his fingers into the ink and pressed it to his Door of the Mysterious Male, letting the celestial breeze channel the seven-colored ink deep into his body.
Over time, a foul stench rose as impurities oozed from his pores. Yet inside, bathed in the cleansing wind and ink, his flesh began glowing with prismatic hues.
The seven-colored light carried an endless tranquility. Its warmth enveloped him like a newborn swaddled in comfort.
Within this warmth, he sensed something vast and ancient cradling him.
“The heavens and earth… it feels so familiar…”
The serene light made him feel cherished by the world itself. This wasn’t delusion—the Seven-Colored Deer was a sacred being beloved by nature, and by merging with a thread of its essence, Mu Lin now shared that grace.
His only regret was the transience. Once the ink depleted, his connection to the heavens would fray. Though stronger than before, it would never match this moment’s intimacy.
“The Seven-Colored Deer’s physique equals at least Level 1 Spiritual Roots—maybe even Superlative Level.”
As the union faded, Mu Lin mourned its passing. Yet another gain remained: when the wind carried the ink inward, the binding character on his forehead had also fused into his flesh, bones, and organs.
He now understood—merely writing the character hadn’t granted power. True ability came only through total integration of ink, symbol, and body.
…
After washing, Mu Lin closed his eyes to assess himself. His first realization was lightness. Before, he’d felt shackled by armor weighing a thousand pounds, severed from the world. Now, that barrier was gone.
Naked to the cosmos, he sensed every breeze and the earth’s steady pulse.
“So this is Level 2 Spiritual Roots… blissful.”
He lingered in the sensation before focusing on the binding character between his brows. To his surprise, his hidden seal no longer required activation.
The fused ink and symbol had granted him fixation and renewal—he could now imprint his peak condition and restore it instantly when injured.
But the true shock came next.
“I’m not limited to recording my prime state. Past conditions… maybe even enlightenment itself… can be preserved.”
His breath hitched. Before, he’d only recorded ordinary states—healthy, wounded, or pushed to overload. But enlightenment—that explosive clarity where thoughts raced a hundredfold—could that too be stored?
“Can I make transcendent insight… permanent?”
Heart pounding, Mu Lin shut his eyes to experiment.
…
While he tested his newfound potential, whispers of his rapid growth spread beyond his quarters. Yan Yunyu’s rumors had taken root, stirring upheaval among the powerful clans.
