Chapter 22: The Primordial Spirit Has Formed, The Creation Slashing Sword Emerges

  Yang Le sat cross-legged, following that profound and mysterious feeling, silently operating the "Yuanshen Huabing Jue". In an instant, a strand of innate spiritual energy began to drill into his body from all directions. Later on, the speed at which the innate spiritual energy poured in also became faster and faster. However, Yang Le's flesh, bones, and meridians were as hard as gold and steel, so he only felt a slight sensation, nothing serious.

  As the congenital spiritual energy absorbed grew more and more, the entire secret room was filled with a fog-like congenital spiritual energy. Streams of liquid spiritual energy flowed through the meridians along an extraordinary trajectory, finally rushing into a boundless, vast-sized Purple Mansion. Within the Purple Mansion, oceans of spiritual energy swirled about, occasionally flashing with specks of light, shining like the Milky Way.

  Then, a vast and endless stream of blood also continuously poured into the Purple Mansion. This scene had repeated for an unknown number of times, whether it was a hundred years or a thousand years. In this boundless and endless Purple Mansion, the mixture of congenital spiritual liquid and massive blood energy had become like a vast ocean, filling up the entire Purple Mansion.

  At this time, a small black knife emitting an intense destructive aura appeared in the boundless Purple Mansion, and instantly the entire mansion was boiling like a stormy sea. The small black knife suddenly shattered with a "crack" into tens of thousands of star points, scattering in the endless spiritual liquid and blood energy.

  It seemed as if it had been brewing for thousands of years, and the three merged into a liquid-like solid flow state, presenting gold. At this time, a small whirlpool appeared in the center of Zifu, and soon the whirlpool grew bigger and bigger. Finally, a large whirlpool was formed inside Zifu, and those golden flows were constantly being rolled into the whirlpool.

  As the golden liquid continued to decrease, the whirlpool also shrank. When the golden liquid was completely absorbed, the whirlpool disappeared. Then, a loud noise shook the entire Purple Mansion.

  After the smoke cleared, a miniature version of Yang Le, about an inch tall, appeared in the center. He transformed again, and this time he was holding a small golden knife with a few black lines on it. No, it should be called the Creation Knife, Yang Le decided that from now on, he would refer to this divine weapon born from his primordial spirit as the Creation Knife.

  With a thought, the Creation Blade burst out of the Purple Mansion and shot straight into the Sea of Consciousness, arriving in the boundless and endless expanse of the Sea of Consciousness. The Creation Blade emitted rays of golden light that illuminated the entire chaotic Sea of Consciousness, as if the Supreme Being had descended upon the world, shining universally. There were also destructive auras filling the air, sharp and unparalleled.

  Yang Le opened the gate of the courtyard, strolled among the pavilions and buildings, with a calm mood that he had never experienced before. He gazed at the clouds drifting by, flowers blooming and falling, the vast ocean and the changing landscape, as if he were an onlooker, carefree and content.

  Yang Le called out to Xuanwu, who had been staying in the manor all day, to ask about the situation. Upon asking, he only then found out that 120,000 years had already passed, which left Yang Le speechless, as time was truly unforgiving.

  Yang Le roughly understood the general situation of Xianyao Island over the past 120,000 years. Actually, there were no major events, just some trivial matters such as Jingang dragging Panghai around to cause trouble, and in a certain year, a powerful silver eagle descended upon Xianyao Island.

  Also, with the help of Yang Le's island master's granted technique, Jingang, Xuanwu, Luohan and Xiaoyuer successfully cultivated to the peak of Yao Wang, only one step away from becoming a Yao Sheng, sharing the same longevity as heaven.

  At that time, there were four Demon Saint-level Guardian Beasts of the island, and the defensive power of Xīao Island was greatly guaranteed. If all of them became Demon Emperors, Yang Le thought excitedly.

  Because the four island-protecting divine beasts under Yang Le's command have high bloodline levels, they need to cultivate to the level of Demon Saint in order to transform into human form. It can be said that they are eagerly anticipating this, except for Jīn Gāng who is not putting his heart into it, the other three are working hard to cultivate and strive to transform as soon as possible.

  Yang Le lay on a white cloud, basking in the warm sunlight. He was deep in thought, planning to observe the surrounding waters of Xianyao Island for any other powerful forces or ferocious beasts from the Desolate Lands, so he could prepare his strategy. At the same time, he would take the opportunity to visit the vast ocean, which was many times wider than the Desolate Lands and filled with countless treasures, to gather some rare and precious materials, achieving two goals at once.

  Yang Le played with the two sky-blue beads in his hand, his face filled with joy. These were two spirit pearls obtained from a giant clam that had lived for billions of years at the bottom of a hundred-million-zhang-deep sea. Their hardness was comparable to that of a post-heavenly spiritual treasure. After Yang Le's experiments, he discovered that when one of the spirit pearls was soaked in pre-heavenly spiritual liquid, it would turn into a fragrant and top-grade immortal wine. When the other pearl was soaked in pre-heavenly spiritual liquid, it would transform into a magical water that could decompose any smelted treasure tool, restoring it to its original material.

  Yang Le charged to the side, a huge spatial crack suddenly appeared, and through the crack, he saw that inside was a small world, but the ground was covered with all kinds of rare metals, colorful corals, and piles of top-grade spirit crystals, including Chi Huan Cao, Shi Hun Mu, and Huan Hun Cao.

  This is the small world that Yang Le opened up after he could cultivate his yuan Shen and cast Dao laws, as a must-have mobile mansion for Xian people. Those heavenly materials and earthly treasures inside were collected by Yang Le on his way to search.

  Yang Le took out a small gourd and a large piece of roasted fish meat from the cave, and began to eat them with the finest immortal wine.

  In fact, the meat of all beasts in the Primordial Wilderness is tender and delicious due to the abundance of primordial spiritual energy. Whether it's flying in the sky or swimming in the sea, Yang Le always wants to have a barbecue or steam them after his cultivation, making Chinese cuisine flourish in his hands.

  After eating his fill, Yang Le finally relaxed a bit, lying on the white clouds in a daze. Of course, don't think that Yang Le had let his guard down. With his current cultivation level, whether it was as Wu Na's sharp intuition or Yang Le's unique Golden Battle Domain, or the warning of the Canghai Sword in his consciousness sea, as long as there were any movements within a hundred million miles of him, he could sense them.

  After a while, Jin's battlefield fluctuated and transmitted a wave of movement. Yang Le suddenly opened his eyes and drove the white cloud to speed up towards the direction of the movement.

  A million li was just a short distance of incense away, and Yang Le had arrived at a small island with an area of 100,000 li. Well, an area of 100,000 li was indeed considered a small island.

  Yang Le discovered that the small island was frantically absorbing the innate spiritual energy within a radius of 100,000 miles. The violent flow of innate spiritual energy caused various changes in the sky, and the sunny day turned into dark clouds with thunderstorms, heavy rain pouring down, and waves roaring.

  A layer of pale golden film formed a bubble that enveloped Yang Le, slowly flying towards the small island, hoping to understand what caused such a huge celestial change.