Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1607: 866: The Treasure Mirror Awakens Wisdom, the Centennial Term Arrives (2)

The second tenet involves gathering resonance. By drawing essence from heaven and earth, fuse the profound truths of laws into the treasure's form. Start by forging it with intent, then direct the innate spiritual harmony of all creation to spark genesis, cultivating spirit in the unseen voids.

The third tenet demands honing the truth. Through endless ordeals and polishing, pour in the heart's intent. Be it the ravages of time and carnage or the purging fires of Heavenly Tribulation, all deathly stains vanish, allowing Wisdom Light to finally emerge. Once it communes with the arcane as effortlessly as flexing a limb, the True Spirit takes shape.

——The emergence of Spiritual Treasures always stems from that primal spark of ‘self,’ carrying the timeless allure of Dao resonance…”

After half a day, Zhao Sheng softly shut the volume in his grasp, its cover boldly bearing the four grand characters “True Explanation of Spiritual Treasures.”

In the book's lower right corner sat a modest inscription: Handwritten by the old man of Taifu Mountain.

Even among the Zhao Family, scarce few realized that the old man of Taifu Mountain was a discreet nod to their own forebear.

Post-achieving the Dao, Zhao Xuanjing had covertly penned vast cultivation wisdoms under that alias, and this manuscript, stored in the Scripture Pavilion's most secluded depths, stood among them.

In recent months, Zhao Sheng had pored over “True Explanation of Spiritual Treasures” over a hundred times, grasping its essence completely.

Yet… Zhao Sheng's mind whirled, abruptly seizing the book and tucking it into his sleeve.

Then, Divine Light flared from his forehead, unleashing a boundless, sea-like Divine Thought that surged forth, instantly blanketing the whole Dragon Transformation Blessed Land.

The instant after, celestial spirit clouds morphed into thick spirit light shields, seamlessly integrating into the Blessed Land's space-time walls, erecting tier after tier of sealing formations that utterly isolated the Dragon Transformation Blessed Land.

With these measures set, Zhao Sheng's hand rose to his brow, a flicker of agony crossing his features.

Right then, an archaic, battered Broken Pen—starkly divided in black and white—gradually “emerged” from his forehead, until his fingers clasped it fully and extracted it.

Veins throbbed on Zhao Sheng’s right hand, quivering faintly, as though the Broken Pen weighed an impossible burden.

This stemmed solely from the Life and Death Pen's innate bond; absent that, it would shatter all bonds upon manifesting and rend the void asunder.

Zhao Sheng's face grew grave, channeling every ounce of his Mana, Will Heart Light, and Divine Thought into the Broken Pen.

At the same time, pristine, jade-hued scarlet Blood Pearls seeped from his palm, trickling along the pen's shaft before pooling at the nib, staining it a vivid crimson.

Swoosh!

Treasure Light burst from his core, rapidly shaping into a resplendent golden treasure mirror—the southern Bright Sun Mirror.

The Bright Sun Mirror darted joyfully around its master, its surface swirling with visions of birds, beasts, insects, and fish.

Zhao Sheng lifted the Broken Pen deliberately, its bloodied tip brushing the emptiness.

With a mental command, the Bright Sun Mirror glided eagerly before him, mirror face aligned toward the pen's point.

Zhao Sheng strained to twist his wrist, letting the tip descend upon the mirror, tracing deliberately.

Strokes horizontal and vertical flowed, each brimming with unfathomable mystic pulses.

After what seemed an eternity, the ashen-faced Zhao Sheng withdrew the tip, revealing a blood-red glyph “Wisdom” etched in the mirror's heart.

The “Wisdom” sigil swiftly dispersed, morphing into a misty blood glow that seeped into the mirror.

In a flash, dense blood light cloaked the Bright Sun Mirror, resounding with tolls like colossal bells and thunderous drums.

At once, the Bright Sun Mirror blazed with unmatched splendor, its glare nearly tearing through the fabric of space.

Thankfully, the Dragon Transformation Blessed Land lay fully sealed; else, this mirror's Divine Light would have lit up half the Divine Continent.

Nevertheless, the heavens over Hualong Island abruptly dimmed, as myriad Tribulation Clouds materialized from nowhere, blanketing vast expanses in moments.

This abrupt Tribulation Clouds outbreak swiftly roused throngs of Zhao Family cultivators.

Yet the Tribulation Clouds arrived in a rush and vanished even swifter.

The gloom lingered merely a handful of breaths before the endless Tribulation Clouds scattered, leaving Zhao Family cultivators baffled yet clueless to the cause.

From the Dragon Transformation Blessed Land's profound core, Zhao Sheng returned the Broken Pen to his Purple Mansion Soul Sea, while the Bright Sun Mirror reintegrated with its True Body, meekly returning to the Core Energy Sea.

The Qi Sea stretched infinitely, the Five Directions Treasure Mirror resembling five mighty Suns positioned at the cardinal points and core.

Now, the Bright Sun Mirror outshone its four siblings in vivacity, its reverse bearing a partially bloomed Red Dao Lotus.

Through the petals' slit, a tiny infant slumbered peacefully at the lotus heart.

“Almost, almost! On the Grotto Heaven's unveiling day, your birth awaits.” Zhao Sheng whispered to himself, retrieving several Fifth Rank Dragon Tiger Pills wafting potent Elixir Fragrance and popping them casually into his mouth.

A breath hence, radiant hues bloomed across the Dragon Transformation Blessed Land, joined by surging tidal roars that reverberated without end.

…

Time slipped away like flowing waters, decades flashing by in an instant.

Across these decades, Zhao Tianyi ascended Hualong Island repeatedly, ferrying tens of thousands of Golden God Statues in person.

Each delivery, Zhao Sheng refined the statues right there, showcasing the Fire Path anew for him.

Zhao Tianyi's comprehension proved exceptional, yielding profound insights every session.

As his Daoist cultivation surged ahead, his Daoist heart solidified with assurance, gradually shedding dread of the Returning to Void Thunder Tribulation and even growing eager for it.

At last, a century on, Zhao Tianyi abruptly stepped down as Foreign Affairs Hall Master, entering seclusion promptly—not to reemerge until two centuries later, his Daoist heart perfected, triumphing over the tribulation.

This tale unfolds later; no need to dwell now.

…

The hundred-year span neared its close.

Zhao Sheng sealed the Dragon Transformation Blessed Land himself, stealthily traversing Wuchang City to reenter the Taiching Spirit Realm.

That day, within Lingbi Temple's serene chamber, Zhao Chonghe meditated cross-legged, his form roiling with immense, boundless Mystic Light.

Abruptly, his eyes snapped open, beholding a lofty, lithe silhouette materialize from void, alighting upon the chamber floor.