Chapter 1629
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**Bang! Bang! Bang!**
Tens of thousands of stone fists rained down from all directions, bombarding Ye Wushuang’s body with an overwhelming force. The intense pain was so severe that it caused his heart to momentarily stop beating.
“Such external devastation…” Ye Wushuang gritted his teeth and muttered, “Though crude and brutal, it has to be said… it’s incredibly effective!”
Terrifying waves of power, layer upon layer, were delivered through sheer brute force, coursing through every bone and sinew of Ye Wushuang’s body. The thunderous roars echoed incessantly.
Standing in the valley, Ye Wushuang endured the relentless pummeling, taking blow after blow. With each successive assault of stone fists, his face became bruised and swollen, transforming him into a grotesque figure.
When the first round of stone fists finally ceased, after what seemed like half an hour, the second round immediately commenced. Ye Wushuang continuously circulated the Sevenfold Sage Body Technique to withstand the onslaught, using this opportunity to temper his physical form to the utmost extent.
The initial phase of the Sevenfold Sage Body Technique was the most challenging, requiring the body to endure attacks from seven different types of forces to enhance one’s physical and spiritual strength. Once this foundation was laid, however, subsequent cultivation did not necessarily rely on the seven types of forces. Even a single type of force could promote the improvement of one’s physique.
Under the successive forging of these layers of power, both the body and will were greatly enhanced, allowing the Sage Body Technique to unleash its full potential.
The valley resounded with the thunderous pounding as Ye Wushuang’s entire being vibrated with each strike. After an indeterminate number of rounds of relentless stone-fist bombardment, the attacks from all directions finally halted, and a profound silence enveloped the valley.
“Is it over?” Ye Wushuang stood in the center of the valley, his face bruised and swollen, and heaved a sigh of relief. If the assault had continued, even he would have struggled to endure it. It had been truly terrifying.
Without delay, Ye Wushuang exited the valley, sat cross-legged on the ground, and swallowed a spiritual pill to continue his cultivation.
“The degree to which my body has been tempered is sufficient!” After about half a day, Ye Wushuang rose to his feet and made his way to the seventh level. Although the sixth level offered even more profound trials of physical fortitude, Ye Wushuang deemed it unnecessary to continue; it was time to ascend to the seventh level.
Upon reaching the seventh level, Ye Wushuang gazed around and saw ancient trees with lush foliage. Some of these trees already had people sitting cross-legged beneath them. Ye Wushuang chose one such tree and quietly sat down in a meditative posture.
Soon, his consciousness was drawn in, and the surroundings became increasingly ethereal and illusory. This seventh level was designed to temper a warrior’s will and to bestow blessings upon their soul.
From the moment of birth, humans possess a soul. However, for those who do not enter the path of martial cultivation, the soul remains dormant. Even among those who do embark on this path, the soul is rarely manifested in a tangible form. Only when one achieves sainthood can they truly begin to cultivate their soul, allowing it to coalesce from the state of three souls and seven spirits into a unified soul entity, which then merges completely with the physical body, paving the way to even greater realms of power.
Before the soul can be fully manifested, a warrior’s will is, in fact, a manifestation of the soul. It is common for ordinary people to speak of losing their soul, which actually refers to the dormant and weak nature of their soul, making it susceptible to external influences that can lead to its dispersion. This results in a loss of consciousness, and in more severe cases, individuals may become mentally impaired, living in a daze without purpose.
While there is a significant difference between the will and the soul in essence, strengthening one’s will is, to a certain extent, also a way of cultivating the soul.
As Ye Wushuang sat calmly, the surroundings gradually became clear after the mist dissipated and the wind howled. He found himself in a picturesque valley, with beautiful scenery, birds singing, and flowers emitting a pleasant fragrance. And…
At first glance, there were figures of extraordinary beauty, scantily clad, with graceful postures, slender waists, and full chests, frolicking and playing, their laughter as melodious as silver bells, echoing continuously.
“Sir!”
Suddenly, one of the women noticed Ye Wushuang and, carrying a fragrant breeze, floated gracefully towards him.
“Ah, handsome man, come and play with us…”
“Sisters, look, what a fine young man…”
“Yes, indeed!”
In an instant, waves of fragrance surrounded Ye Wushuang’s senses.
Tempering the will is not only about enduring pain and sorrow but also facing such temptations. If one’s will is not strong enough, a warrior may succumb to unknown threats at any time.
Ye Wushuang stood firm, gazing at these graceful figures.
“Even though they are illusions, the sense of touch is so real that others might really fall for it,” Ye Wushuang murmured. “But it’s not that I have the heart of a monk and do not love beauty. It’s just that… no matter how beautiful you appear, you are but mere appearances, and you cannot tempt me!”
As Ye Wushuang took a step forward, the figures almost clung to him, yet his pace did not falter.
Suddenly, at one moment.
Buzz…
The figures of the women shattered one by one, exploding and gradually turning into wisps of smoke that vanished into thin air.
Ye Wushuang took a few more steps forward.
Ahead, a mighty river stretched across the sky, its waters surging violently, with an iron chain spanning the river.
Ye Wushuang stepped onto the chain, and the surrounding world immediately became a blur of wind and lightning…
All of these experiences felt incredibly real. Even though Ye Wushuang kept telling himself that it was an illusion, the terrifying aura that kept erupting almost made him succumb to it.
Time passed bit by bit.
Seated beneath the ancient tree, Ye Wushuang endured continuous trials of the mind, his clothes drenched in sweat, as if he were undergoing a hellish tempering.
Suddenly, at one moment.
Beneath the ancient tree.
Ye Wushuang’s body trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes…
