Chapter 32

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Chapter 32: Entering the Realm of the Immortals

After arranging the family matters, Yi Qianmo entered the secret chamber and officially began his retreat.

He had a total of twenty-nine Qi Nourishing Pills—nineteen of medium quality and ten of high quality.

For an ordinary martial artist, possessing so many Qi Nourishing Pills could easily lead to a breakthrough into the Qi Refining Stage, achieving the coveted status of an immortal. But Yi Qianmo was different.

Because his body carried the Sword Pill, his cultivation path was entirely unlike that of ordinary people.

When Yi Qianmo inherited the legacy, the Sword Pill altered his physique, bestowing upon him the Chaotic Sword Body. This unique body, aligned with sword intent, was created by his ancestor, the Long Life Emperor.

The Chaotic Sword Body was a cultivation technique designed by the Emperor himself while comprehending the Great Yi Sword Vault. Yet, even the Emperor never managed to fully master it.

Perhaps this body was intended for the Emperor’s reincarnation, meant to cultivate an unparalleled path of the sword.

However, despite meticulous preparations, the Emperor’s plans were ultimately thwarted—his enemies were simply too formidable.

Yi Qianmo’s receipt of this inheritance was a series of unlikely coincidences. Without joining the Yu family, he would never have swallowed the Sword Pill hidden in the beast skin.

But even with the Sword Pill, without the thirteen years spent purifying his heart and willpower—and without Yu Youwei’s devastating strike that shattered his dantian—he wouldn’t have been ready to receive the legacy.

“At the cost of their lives, deceiving their enemies, they preserved this spark. How dire must the situation have been for our ancestors back then?”

Yi Qianmo’s heart swelled with a mixture of awe and unease.

In fragmented memories from the inheritance, he learned that his ancestors had prepared for reincarnation, even creating a body for themselves. Yet their plans failed, and they were forced to sacrifice themselves to safeguard the legacy.

He did not know the full extent of the Emperor’s strength but understood one thing clearly: when faced with even a sliver of hope, no one chooses death.

This was the worst-case scenario among the many contingencies his ancestors had foreseen.

The Chaotic Sword Body, entering the path through the sword, using the Sword Pill as the foundation, and refining the body with sword intent—this was his path.

Sensing the faint sword intent within him, Yi Qianmo closed his eyes.

The Sword Pill began to operate on its own, instantly drawing out all of his Nine Yang True Qi.

But the energy did not vanish. It returned to him, transformed into pure, concentrated sword energy.

If not for the Sword Pill’s transformation, this surge of sword energy would have torn him apart. But with the Sword Pill, his body could endure the strain.

This was the essence of the Chaotic Sword Body—a method so unconventional that it required refining the body with the sharpness of sword energy.

Martial artists refine their veins with qi, and immortals use spiritual power to strengthen their bodies and meridians. By contrast, the Chaotic Sword Body forges its path through relentless sword energy.

This was akin to two warriors training. One practices safely with a wooden dummy, while the other survives countless battles on the battlefield.

The difference between these two methods is profound, and Yi Qianmo was the latter—a warrior forged in chaos.

The training, however, came with a cost. If the energy supply faltered, the Sword Pill would consume his vital energy, weakening his lifeblood.

During the first uses of the Sword Pill, Yi Qianmo had narrowly escaped death, relying on its lingering modifications to survive.

Now, as sword energy coursed through his special meridians, Yi Qianmo, seated cross-legged on the mat, began to levitate. His skin glowed faintly, like polished silver, and his pupils shone with a silvery light—the true form of the Chaotic Sword Body.

Yet this was only the beginning.

Swallowing a Qi Nourishing Pill, Yi Qianmo guided the surging medicinal energy with his sword energy.

As it circulated through his meridians and entered his dantian, it transformed into pure true energy.

But in the next instant, the Sword Pill absorbed this energy, converting it into sharper, purer sword energy.

The cycle continued, refining Yi Qianmo’s sword body further. His meridians expanded, and the sword energy within him grew stronger.

One by one, the medium-grade Qi Nourishing Pills were consumed.

Eventually, all nineteen were exhausted.

He paused, refraining from using the high-grade pills immediately. It wasn’t due to fear of overloading his body but rather because any stronger energy would be consumed entirely by the Sword Pill, yielding diminishing returns.

Instead, Yi Qianmo focused inward, sensing that he was on the brink of a breakthrough.

The feeling was subtle yet profound—like scaling a mountain where each step grew harder, but the peak was now within reach.

The Sword Pill ceased its transformation, and the sword energy returned to its dormant state within him. Yi Qianmo, still suspended in the air, gently landed back on the mat.

Though he had reached the peak of the innate stage, he had not yet crossed the threshold into the Qi Refining Stage.

“It’s time to transform true energy into spiritual power.”

Yi Qianmo exhaled deeply and swallowed a top-grade Qi Nourishing Pill.

A surge of potent medicinal energy flooded his body, overwhelming his meridians and bones.

For an ordinary martial artist, this would have been fatal. But Yi Qianmo’s refined body endured, though the strain caused his muscles to scream with pain.

Focusing his will, Yi Qianmo directed the energy into his dantian.

Here, the true transformation began.

Visualizing a whirlwind within his dantian, Yi Qianmo initiated the most critical step of his breakthrough.

The true energy spun into a vortex, a forceful current surrounding the Sword Pill.

Slowly, the mist-like true energy condensed into a liquid—a clear, radiant substance that marked the birth of spiritual power.

Yet Yi Qianmo did not stop.

He swallowed another top-grade Qi Nourishing Pill, intensifying the vortex within him.

The energy cycles continued, and with each revolution, the liquid in his dantian became purer and more concentrated.

The transformation was almost complete.