Chapter 75: Absorbing the Sun and Moon, Visualizing Pangu

  The evening wind was cool and refreshing, the bright moon hung low in the sky like a plate. Chu Ping sat cross-legged on a hill behind the school, focusing his mind and regulating his breath as he cultivated his vital energy.

  On that day, the iron corpse was collected. After everyone in the car woke up, Xu Jing was nowhere to be found. After a lot of noise and commotion, it didn't seem like a big deal, so they just gave up. In such a big world, losing one or two people isn't considered a major event.

  After returning to school, Chu Ping was even more reclusive than before, practicing his inner energy day and night in the hope of recovering his clear eyesight.

  It's still summer vacation, and there aren't many students on campus. Only a few haven't gone home. In Chuping dormitory, there are only four people left, all of whom went to Tang Guangbo's house for a trip together. After returning, they didn't go back home again and just stayed in the dormitory.

  Sleeping during the day and staying up all night, life is quite simple and easy-going.

  At night when there's no one around, Chu Ping can also openly run out to practice her qigong without needing any excuses to cover herself up.

  Jiangbei City is mountainous, and around Chu Ping School, there are mountains on three sides. Finding a mountain to cultivate isn't a difficult task.

  Although the mountain here is not a famous mountain or river, compared to the campus, it has an extra quietness and tranquility, and there are no people, which is just suitable for practice.

  Kneeling in mid-air, above his head was a wisp of moonlight like ripples on water. The moonlight within dozens of feet around him was all attracted to Chu Ping, like refracted light waves. Surrounding him was a vast expanse of dark shadows, yet on Chu Ping's body shone a brilliant moonlight brighter than any lamp.

  The power of Silky Moonlight flows into the body through every pore, circulating several major cycles, and finally gradually gathering above the right eye.

  Ever since the day he comprehended the source of the sun and moon, Chu Ping had been collecting sunlight and moonlight every day. His left eye gradually felt a burning sensation, while his right eye was cool and clear. Although he still couldn't recover his sight, at least the petrified meridians had regained some feeling and were no longer as lifeless as before.

  Apart from the power of the moon's halo, the sparse stars in the sky seemed to refract countless rays of light, converging on Chu Ping's body. The moonlight was cool and refreshing, while the starlight was lively and dynamic, circulating within his body, cleansing and refining the yuan dan in all the major acupoints.

  Chu Ping gradually stopped using the Chaos Yuan Force inside the Universe Tower, although the Chaos Yuan Force is the origin of all spirits, but as the saying goes, everything has its own strengths and weaknesses. The power of sunlight, moonlight, stars, and other celestial bodies may not be comparable to the precision of the Chaos Yuan Force, but each has its unique aspects.

  Chu Ping had also realized that his own thick and mysterious yuan force had made tremendous progress in the past two years, although it was a welcome development, it had also caused his foundation to become unstable. If he didn't solidify it, it would be a major hidden danger when breaking through the gates in the future.

  Innumerable true essences overflow from more than three hundred acupoints all over the body, forming a halo of soft light on its surface, which is especially resplendent and colorful when compared with the moonlight and starlight.

  With both hands placed flat on the knees, ten fingers gathered together, a thread of true energy emerges from the fingertips and swirls around, resonating with the surrounding space, emitting circle after circle of cyan light waves that continuously spread out into the distance.

  Around the body, however, were nine strange Sanskrit characters. They seemed to be the Nine-Character Mantra of the Temple of Non-Duality: "When soldiers clash in battle, all are arrayed at the front." Each character shone brightly and kept twisting and changing shape, sometimes transforming into a Buddha's palm print, and suddenly turning into strange shapes - either a static Ming Wang, or a Xi Wang, or a sun wheel, or a heart shape, or a treasure vase...

  Innumerable divine powers floated around, combed by Chu Ping one by one. The five elements of the surrounding mountains and rivers gathered again, but were wrapped layer by layer by these nine true words.

  White gold power, Qingmu original gas, black water spirit power, red fire energy, yellow earth spiritual origin. The vast five-elemental powers that came into contact with the light circle around Chuping seemed to be divided into tiny particles of light, like stars floating outside, sticking to the protective Xuan Guang.

  Nine large Sanskrit characters immediately separated into strands of light, wrapping the spiritual particles like silk threads. They then transformed into tiny true words around them, forming a small Buddhist array. The nine characters rotated, surrounded by golden light, refining and purifying the original energy, which was then absorbed into Chu Ping's body!

  In the body, there are countless miniature arrays operating, and a small Taiji diagram is suspended in the dantian. The yin-yang fish are swirling around each other, condensing the internal yuan force repeatedly. In various acupoints, either the motionless Mingwang with blazing light or the black-and-white copper wheels spinning rapidly can be found. At the brow point, a four-sided stone seal is floating, and the vast six-harmony energy fills all the acupoints, as if connecting the entire body into one piece.

  Slowly sensing the gradual condensation of the true yuan within his body, he seemed to become more substantial and heavy himself, like an old yellowed book that exuded a sense of distant vicissitudes. This feeling made him even more down-to-earth and forgetful of his troubles.

  After an unknown period of time, until the right eye felt a bit swollen and sore, Chu Ping finally stopped absorbing the power of Moon Flower. The floating light and color that had been suspended all over his body also retreated back into his body through various acupoints like a whale taking in water.

  With this, the dark surroundings of several tens of feet seemed to inflate like a balloon and were suddenly filled with light. Chu Ping almost heard the sound of "pa".

  The physical effort came to an end, and Chu Ping instantly immersed himself in the muddy sea of consciousness again. The boundless and endless chaos at the center was actually a vast expanse of solid waves that stretched out for an unknown distance, which were the parts that had been petrified by Medusa's golden light back then.

  In the depths of the Utower, immersed in the chaos above, threads of light fluctuated and spread out from all parts of the Utower, countless and uncountable, gently pulling on these frozen chaotic particles.

  And under the Utata, a large group of chaos had already gathered together, like a semi-circular big ship, floating in the surging chaotic smoke.

  Those substantial chaotic things pulled by silk threads were gradually pieced together on the upper part of this semicircle, closely connected.

  Chu Ping spent an unknown amount of effort and finally pieced together all the frozen chaos into a huge elliptical eggshell!

  After doing all this work, even if Chu Ping's cultivation is not shallow, he can't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

  The divine consciousness swept across this huge eggshell, and Chu Ping's face showed a hint of relief.

  After a brief rest, when the vital energy was fully replenished, the Yueta of Mudan Palace suddenly shook violently. The endless Chaos Origin Force fluctuated like a tide inside the tower and then flowed down like a gentle stream, pouring into the Chaos Eggshell strand by strand.

  The boundless chaotic air flow around the eggshell has long wrapped the eggshell tightly, filling the gaps on the eggshell and making it airtight.

  As the chaotic yuan force was injected, the silent chanting of the Wuxiang Temple's observational divine ability gradually made him feel that the yuan force injected into the eggshell was slowly condensing, bit by bit, outlining a human figure.

  "Heaven and earth were like a chicken egg, Pangu was born in it. After 18,000 years, heaven and earth opened up!"

  "Born from Pangu's first breath, transformed at death. Qi forms wind and clouds, voice becomes thunder. Left eye is the sun, right eye is the moon!"

  While Chu Ping was about to emulate Pangu's opening of the sky and earth, creating his own Qitian Gongfa Shentong, he also wanted to use this opportunity to recreate his eyes and regain his sight.

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