Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 1010 - 433: The Limit of Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure; Sword Momentum Turns to Intent, Entry Level 2

Within the vast expanse of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner resided a terrifying Ghost Army, composed of countless malevolent spirits under the command of specters.

However...

"To successfully navigate the tribulation of a supreme treasure, particularly a demonic one, I fear we are still somewhat insufficient," Xu Ping mused with a slight frown.

He sensed that despite the profound foundation of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the probability of provoking heavenly tribulations and surviving them was merely around fifty percent.

A fifty percent chance of survival felt akin to actively seeking doom.

It was imperative to elevate this certainty to over ninety percent to ensure a reasonable degree of safety.

"Further devouring and the accumulation of a more substantial foundation are necessary."

"Our objective... perhaps the Star Palace would be a suitable starting point," a cold glint flickered in Xu Ping’s eyes.

With Hongyi acting as an infiltrator within the Star Palace, providing invaluable intelligence, it would serve a dual purpose: weakening the Star Palace’s might while concurrently augmenting his own magical treasure. This was truly a case of slaying two birds with a single stone.

Having finalized his strategy, Xu Ping carefully stored away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

He then proceeded to retrieve the jade box containing the Five Element Divine Clay.

Upon opening the lid, a radiant, five-colored light surged forth, bathing the dimly lit cave abode in an extraordinary and brilliant glow.

The clay, undulating gently as if alive, exuded a pure and profound Dao charm of the Five Elements, representing a supreme treasure coveted by all Artifact Refiners.

As a pinnacle treasure of the Five Elements, the Five Element Divine Clay possessed astonishing efficacy. It could seamlessly integrate with any treasure bearing the Five Elements attribute, bolstering its essence, purifying its spiritual nature, and even rectifying inherent shortcomings.

Xu Ping’s Lifebound Magical Treasure, the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, was an exceptionally pure Wood Attribute Spirit Treasure. Quenching it with this divine clay presented an ideal fusion, capable of unlocking its ultimate potential.

Nevertheless, Xu Ping did not rush the process.

Five consecutive years dedicated to refining with Divine Sense assistance for the specters had exacted a significant toll on his own being.

He required time to recuperate and restore himself to his absolute peak condition.

After a month of dedicated meditation and breath regulation, Xu Ping had fully replenished his depleted Divine Sense and Mana. His aura radiated a vibrant fullness, and his spirit glowed with renewed vigor.

"Let us commence."

Xu Ping opened his mouth, expelling a stream of exceptionally pure True Flame, imbued with his life essence. This flame surged outwards, completely engulfing the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, which was suspended before him.

The verdant sword body trembled subtly within the True Flame, emitting a faint, contented hum.

The Sword Spirit conveyed sentiments of profound longing and eager anticipation.

Xu Ping formed a hand seal, meticulously guiding a strand of Five-Colored Clay, as fine as a single hair, to drift slowly towards the True Flame.

Under the combined influence of intense heat and Mana, the Five Element Divine Clay commenced its softening process. It released the purest five-colored radiance, which, imbued with a semblance of life, actively entwined itself with the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, gradually penetrating its very core.

This intricate procedure demanded unwavering patience and extraordinarily precise control.

Any haste could easily trigger attribute conflicts and inflict damage upon the sword; conversely, excessive slowness would result in the dissipation of the clay’s spiritual potency, significantly diminishing its efficacy.

Xu Ping remained completely absorbed, his Divine Sense keenly attuned to every subtle alteration within the sword body, deftly orchestrating the infusion of the Five Elements' power.

Utilizing the elemental cycle of Earth nurturing Metal, Metal nurturing Water, and Water nurturing Wood, he ultimately transmuted the vast origin of the Five Elements into the most refined and nourishing essence of the Wood Attribute, perfectly integrating it into the very heart of the Canghua Divine Wood Sword’s origin.

Within the confines of the cave abode, the passage of time became once more an irrelevant concept.

An additional two years dissolved like flowing water.

As the final thread of five-colored radiance seamlessly melded into the sword's structure, the Canghua Divine Wood Sword suddenly resonated with a clear, resonant hum, sharp enough to cleave metal and shatter stone.

The sword’s radiance intensified, its entire form deepening in its verdant hue, now intricately interwoven with the five-colored luminescence, bestowing upon it an aura of profound mystery and gravitas.

With a subtle oscillation of the sword body, the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi spontaneously converged. A fleeting phantom of a green lotus materialized and dissipated at the sword’s edge.

The Spiritual Pressure it emanated had already ascended to the zenith of a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure.

Even Xu Ping could distinctly perceive that the Sword Spirit's conveyed thoughts were now more lucid and animated, brimming with exuberant vitality and an undeniable sense of formidable power.

It possessed the potential to summon a Thunder Tribulation, elevating it to the status of a supreme artifact.

Yet, Xu Ping's mind raced with intricate thoughts, compelling him to forcefully quell the Sword Spirit's eager urge.

"It's still not sufficiently stabilized," Xu Ping mused internally. "The Thunder Tribulation for a supreme treasure is an exceptionally perilous event."

"While the Canghua Divine Wood Sword has achieved substantial improvement in its foundation, if its spirituality could be further amplified and its origin purified through the 'Spirit Descending Art,' the certainty of weathering the tribulation would be significantly greater."

His aspiration was not merely a reluctant ascension, but a flawless transformation, leaving absolutely no room for failure.

Sheathing the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, which now glowed with inner radiance and felt even more extraordinary, Xu Ping experienced a sense of profound satisfaction, recognizing the immense benefits reaped from his recent period of secluded cultivation.

He then emerged from the Artifact Refining Room, proceeding to a more expansive section within his cave abode.

Grasping the sword hilt, which felt both warm as jade and imbued with immense weight, an overwhelming urge to immerse himself in wielding it surged within his heart.

Without channeling any Mana, and without activating any specific Sword Technique.

Xu Ping simply followed this instinct, guiding the blade purely with his intent and utilizing his physical strength, he commenced a slow dance with the Canghua Divine Wood Sword in his grasp.

The initial posture was deceptively simple and ordinary, akin to the playful movements of a child.

But gradually, his actions began to coalesce into a distinctive rhythm.

The sword's edge sliced through the air with utter silence, tracing what seemed like an invisible path.

His mind became completely engrossed, and within his consciousness, echoes of the profound insights from 'True Understanding of Sword Dao'—regarding 'dispersing spiritual energy back to its source' and 'condensing its spirit'—resounded insistently.

The pace of the sword's movement accelerated, yet it paradoxically conveyed an aura of extreme slowness.

It was not he who was dancing with the sword, but rather the sword itself guiding him, revealing the essence of the Sword Dao within that confined space.

At this very moment, he was not actively cultivating, but engaging in a communion with the sword, establishing a resonance with the Dao.

Within the confines of the cave abode, the only sounds were the subtle rustle of his robes cutting through the air and the Sword Intent, faint yet piercingly direct to the heart, flowing with serene quietude.

He persevered tirelessly, his comprehension of 'dispersing spiritual energy back to its source' deepening with each passing moment, much like gently unraveling the intricate layers of silken threads.