Chapter 27: Forging the Sun Bone, Ensuring the Divine Palace's Permanence (Part 1)
"The Temple of the Sun God!"
Ning Feng sat cross-legged in the highest room of the building, with a seven-foot-high ceiling made of a large, intact and crystal-clear block of crystal that refracted the intense sunlight pouring down.
Bathing in sunlight, Ning Feng begins his first cultivation of the Sun Technique and his first visualization of the Sun God Palace.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
In the dozen or so breaths of time, Ning Feng's eyes were tightly closed, his breathing gradually became even, his body slowly relaxed, and a warm feeling flowed through him, as if he was asleep.
The next moment, with a "boom", his brow violently jumped once, a faint light mark appeared and disappeared.
In Ning Feng's mind, countless rays of light converged and condensed into an image of a Sun God Temple.
Every column that holds up the sky, every place of fine carving, any detail, like water falling and stone coming out, quickly becomes clear.
With a loud crash, the Temple of God took shape, and the majestic power of the Great Sun burst forth, the only overlord of heaven and earth.
The fundamental of Taiyang Fa is fundamentally recorded in the divine chapter of Taihao Jinque, and Ning Feng successfully visualized the Palace of the Sun God for the first time.
"Cheers!"
Ning Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light burst out from them.
His whole body shook violently, his muscles convulsing wildly as he trembled in his tunic like a stormy sea.
"Pull!"
Soft breeze pinches fingers into a seal, lower point at Dan Tian, upper erects Zǐ Fǔ, finally arm like sword like spear, straight pointing to the sky.
At the same time, a brilliant light burst forth from the Temple of the Sun God in his mind, and an indescribably powerful suction force erupted.
"Brush!"
A column of heavenly light pierced through the calm wind and the crystal-like water droplets on his head, falling straight down and enveloping him entirely.
At noon, the sunlight was so intense that it could ignite hair, let alone at this moment when it was denser than ever, as if gathering countless sunbeams into a strange light.
This is... Solar Flare!
Visualize the Sun God Temple, and invite the Sun God's light!
The first two steps of Taiyang Fa's practice are peaceful and harmonious, with a gentle breath that brings everything together.
How many brilliant disciples of Shen Gong, how many geniuses who could defy the heavens, had wasted countless time on these two steps, only to be lightly surpassed by him.
Every single strand of hair, every inch of skin, a faint white light began to spread from the top of Ning Feng's head, as if flowing water poured down his entire body, until finally even his hands, which were naturally placed on his knees, were emitting a soft white glow.
Time passed, and the light grew thicker. The white light on Ning Feng's body grew stronger, as if he had become a personification of sunlight. Even his lightly trembling eyelashes were scattering sparks of light.
It was at this moment that the sunflowers outside the Water Cloud Pavilion hesitated for a moment before bending their heads in unison towards the direction of the building, as if bowing to the rising morning sun.
Suddenly——
Ning Feng furrowed his brow, and the comfort that had been emanating from him suddenly dissipated, as if it might evaporate into thin air, dispersing the tranquility that had been surrounding him.
"Cheers!"
Another loud shout, Ning Feng's mind quickly flashed through the inherited Taiyang technique from Wuji, driving the Taiyang divine light within his body through the Taiyang Temple, and naturally raised his arm towards a point in front of him.
The next moment, a slender beam of light as thin as a woman's little finger burst out from Ning Feng's index finger with a "hiss" sound.
As soon as he let go of her hand, she went through the wall!
This building is different from others, this room is more for stargazing than for cultivation, and it's not going anywhere.
A beam of light poured into the wall, looking from the outside of the building, even at noon, you can still see a bright line, rushing to the sky, and finally with the light and dust, it is already a matter of dozens of feet high.
This kind of pointing is already a completely different story from when I was dealing with Da Han back then.
If he were to take such a blow, he would likely be directly pierced through, and the power of the Solar God's light contained within would instantly evaporate all his blood, leaving him with no life left.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."
Heavy breathing echoed in the room, Ning Feng burst out with a beam of light for a short time, sweating like a spring, and his whole body was soaked in an instant. His hair on his forehead was wetted and stuck to his forehead.
His hand, which had pointed out the divine light, continued to tremble and weakly fell down, as if it had been drained of its bones.
"…ouch~"
His lips were pale and trembling, and he forced out a single word.
It's more than just pain!
The pain is enough to describe the feeling at this moment.
Ning Feng felt that the entire arm, from the inside out, was as if there were tens of millions of small knives, scraping from the bones all the way out, scraping open the skeleton, scraping off the meridians, and scraping apart the skin...
A similar feeling, in the old mansion of Chaoyang Town, when he first brought out all his strength with the outer door sunshade for the first time, he had felt it once before, but at that time the feeling was only a fraction of what it was now.
Ning Feng lifted up his relatively good arm, pinched the numb and painful right hand again, and pressed other parts of his body. His eyebrows furrowed into a "川" shape.
"It's not just the arm, but the whole body, every muscle and tendon is affected, even if there's no injury, it can't withstand another impact in a short period of time."
"The injury on his right arm is even more severe."
Ning Feng took a deep breath, and when he was outside the gate, countless disciples who were dissatisfied with the focused pharmacist Liu Li's cultivation of this matter raised their hands and feet in support.
Jokingly, he had just barely managed to cultivate the Lapis Lazuli Scripture and form a lapis lazuli body, yet it still ended up like this. He could barely tolerate it; otherwise, what would happen?
Sweat dripped down his forehead at the slightest breeze.
If there wasn't this solid foundation, just a slight touch would be enough, the sun god's light hadn't even burst out yet, and it's likely that one would end up being the first to get eliminated.
That's really funny.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Ning Feng was relieved on one hand, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but use his relatively uninjured hand to rub his eyebrows.
He wasn't trying to smooth out his furrowed brow, but rather his head was splitting with pain, as if his brain had suddenly gone empty. The kind of emptiness that caused a headache, which couldn't be ignored no matter what.
"The thought of the Sun God Temple has exhausted my spirit."
Ning Feng bitterly smiled and almost fell asleep on the spot, sleeping all the way until the impulse three or four days later.
It's likely that the countless disciples of the Sun God Temple wouldn't feel much better than him at this stage of their cultivation.
At this time, in Ning Feng's mind, that Sun God Temple which had been imagined with great difficulty was turning into countless light spots and dispersing!
In an instant, scattered into emptiness.
Ning Feng felt that emptiness and desolation, a feeling of loss surged up in his heart, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.
His eyebrows twitched at once, this is pain.
"Hiss~"
He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists and desperately dispersing his thoughts to shift his attention away from the intense physical pain.
"In the Sun Method, the specific cultivation process is nothing more than visualizing the Sun God Palace, inviting the Sun God's light into the body, and then using it to refine the body and cast the Sun Bone."
"Only when the first cut of Taiyang Valley is cast, can my body bear enough power of Taiyang, and the divine palace can accumulate enough divine light of Taiyang, so that the divine palace obtained through visualization can stay forever."
"No wonder..."
In the process of practicing Taiyang method, the body is like a wooden bucket floating on the river, outside there is endless water, but limited by its own capacity, it can only hold one bucket.
Ning Feng shook his head, feeling a sense of regret. He finally understood why the Divine Palace's direct descendants, including Shen Zhaoxuan, couldn't make this ultimate technique their primary cultivation method, despite having it in hand, and could only resort to secondary options.
"To achieve the first step, cast the first section of the Sun Valley, so that the Temple of the Sun God is forever settled, it can be considered as the initial success of the cultivation of the Sun Law, and continue to refine, without wasting years, affecting the ultimate achievement of the Immortal Path."
"How long will it take to reach that step? Day after day, cultivating and suffering like this, I think many people can do it, at least Shixiong (senior brother) must be able to."
"But... how many years? Or, several decades?"
At this time, Ning Feng thoroughly empathized with the pain of those disciples who had given up at that time.
"Luckily, I have the Nine Deaths Heart Method!"
The gentle breeze calms the breath, settles the emotions, and the mind sinks into a state of near-death stillness.
Trudge... trudge... trudge...
In the midst of nine deaths, Ning Feng trekked through the yellow sand, floated across the Dead Sea, and stumbled on the winding road... fell down time and again, only to get up once more, faintly, as if sensing something different.
After an unknown amount of time, Ning Feng suddenly lifted his head to gaze at the sky. With a loud "boom", he broke free from the brink of death, his eyes shining brightly like the morning stars in the sky.
"Rustling sounds~~"
Ning Feng subconsciously clenched his fists, and all the joints in his body crackled with a crisp sound, as if cheering for the renewed vitality.
The mental exhaustion that was about to blow his head off disappeared without a trace, and he felt clearer and lighter than ever before.
"My ninth death heart realm comprehension, further deepened."
Ning Feng couldn't help but smile on his face.
He had just experienced a different feeling in the Nine Deaths Territory, and he could even more deeply understand the feeling of struggling to survive after falling nine times.
This feeling wasn't his, but through Taiyang Fa as a medium, he saw those bitterly persistent and those who gave up, the divine palace disciples.
"Come again!"
Ning Feng took a deep breath and once again entered the visualization of the Temple of the Sun God.
Outside the Water Cloud Pavilion, the sunflowers seemed to have sensed something, like a gentle breeze blowing by, and all turned towards the pavilion.
Time has passed three days without realizing it.
In these three days, the servants of Xianxin Village came to ask for an audience with their young master many times, but they never got a response, nor did they dare to disturb him, and could only wait anxiously.
In these three days, Shen Zhaoxuan came time and again, standing still among the flowers for a long while before silently leaving.
In these three days, from the top of Tianyun Peak, there has always been a strong thought that sweeps through the entire Tianyun Peak every day. When passing through Shuiyun, it will stop unintentionally for a moment.
In these three days, among the nine peaks and nine veins, more than half of the newly joined disciples gave up on the Sun Technique and switched to cultivating other techniques from the Nine Transformations Thirteen True Transmissions. Occasionally, good news would spread out...
Water clouds among, three days of silence.
Just like before a storm, the quietest waiting.
