Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1331 - 1327: Holy Technique

He retrieved the remnants, rereading them, their meanings distinct with every word.

These writings were known as the East Huan Emperor’s Text.

This scripture held a direct connection to the Emperor of East Huan, believed to be perceptible by the Emperor residing in the thirty-three heavens.

Yet, this particular fragment focused on a Foundation Establishment Heart Method, cultivating not True Yuan, but Divine Power.

Its purpose was to amplify spiritual power, thereby sharpening perception and making the guidance from the Emperor of East Huan more precise.

Though incomplete, its contents were perfectly clear to him.

The initial layer of the Heavenly Yuan Technique was now mastered, granting him profound clarity of spirit and soul.

He grasped the fragment's objectives and methodologies instantly.

Indeed, it was exquisite, but he no longer required cultivation as his already immense spiritual power was more than adequate.

Standing before the Karma Stone Wall, he paused in thought before producing the Strange Stone from his chest.

Gazing at this peculiar stone, Chu Zhiyuan felt a strange premonition.

He suspected this Strange Stone might also be linked to the East Huan Sacred Valley.

Still, the Strange Stone and the Iron Token remained unresponsive when brought together; this puzzled him.

He brought forth the Iron Token once more, slowly advancing towards the Karma Stone Wall.

As he entered a three-meter radius of the Karma Stone Wall, the Iron Token began to emit a soft, golden luminescence.

This golden radiance expanded, reaching out to both the Karma Stone Wall and the Strange Stone.

Bathed in the golden light, the Strange Stone shifted from its crystal clarity to a deep, jet-black hue.

It resembled a piece of graphite.

Chu Zhiyuan observed this transformation with astonishment.

After the Karma Stone Wall assimilated the golden light, it gleamed like a mirror before projecting a golden beam.

This light struck the now jet-black Strange Stone.

In the subsequent moment, the Strange Stone radiated a dazzling, multicolored glow.

It was akin to the brilliance of a soul.

A profound sense of enlightenment washed over him, as if he could perceive the very currents of destiny.

Concurrently, he understood that his serendipitous discovery of these items felt guided by an unseen, powerful force.

He perceived this grand, hidden hand, its controller a colossal, indistinct shadow.

This colossal shadow blotted out the sun, its form undefined, a vast silhouette eclipsing the heavens, revealing only its contours.

These outlines depicted a person, magnified a hundredfold compared to ordinary humans.

It floated in the void, seemingly eternal and immutable, forever existing.

Instinctively, he knew: this was the Emperor of East Huan!

This was the origin of all power within the East Huan Sacred Valley.

And this power pertained to the comprehension of fate and the unveiling of heavenly secrets.

Was he being used to re-establish the East Huan Sacred Valley's legacy?

Was this the manipulation of destiny itself?

If such capabilities existed, why then was the East Huan Sacred Valley's continuous inheritance not ensured?

The truth seemed veiled by layers of mist, rendering it incomprehensible for the moment.

As he remained lost in thought, the Strange Stone pulsed, releasing a vital essence that seeped into his palm and instantly permeated his brow.

It seamlessly integrated with his existing Golden Pupil.

His golden vertical pupil flickered, emitting a multicolored radiance.

The innate ability to foresee danger amplified dramatically, enhancing the clarity and depth with which he could perceive both reality and illusion.

Simultaneously, his Super Sense underwent an evolution.

His Insight now perceived not just the distinct inner and outer forms, but under focused attention, blurred streams of shadows emerged.

Like a Divine Language, what appeared was no longer static but dynamic.

It represented the unfolding changes and actions of a future period.

The duration of this foresight depended on the spiritual power channeled, thus varying in extent.

He lowered his gaze to the Strange Stone; its original radiance had vanished.

A frown creased his brow.

He wondered if the Strange Stone had lost its remarkable innate function, deeming such a loss a true tragedy.

Activating his Super Sense for Illumination and Focusing his attention.

After a few moments, a smile graced his lips.

His Super Sense indicated that its original strength was rapidly returning, and it could still predict future omens.

However, the predictive technique he had just employed consumed a significant amount of spiritual power.

Without mastering the first layer of the Heavenly Yuan Technique to unseal the acupoint on his brow, its use would have been impossible.

Was this the reason the Emperor of East Huan had designated him as the inheritor?

An inexplicable sense of reverence filled him.

Reverence for the architect of fate.

And alongside it, a powerful yearning ignited within him.

He too desired such power, to command destiny, to transcend it, to shape it!

...

Chu Liezhao stood atop a mountain peak.

Stretching for a hundred miles, the plains lay flat and verdant before their eyes.

As the wind swept through, small creatures could be seen darting amongst the grass, either engaged in playful chases or the hunt for their next meal.

A coexistence of warmth and ferocity permeated the scene.

A gentle breeze, carrying the fresh scent of the earth, caused his azure robe to billow.

Beside him stood Li Miaotan, her white robes fluttering gracefully, her skin as pale as snow and possessing a chilling beauty.

She surveyed the surroundings, her eyes alight with curiosity, and inquired, "Husband, could this be the location of the East Huan Sacred Valley?"

Chu Liezhao responded, "According to what my elder brother indicated, this is indeed the place."

A slight furrow appeared on Li Miaotan's brow as she mused, "But there is nothing here, is there?"

The area was indeed easily accessible, characterized by miles of open plains broken only by a solitary, towering peak that seemed to dominate the heavens and earth.

Chu Liezhao softly shook his head, confirming, "There is truly nothing left here."

Upon hearing his words, Li Miaotan's reluctance to give up was evident. "Aren't we going to search?"

Chu Liezhao chuckled, "With things as they are, what is there left to find?"

"Perhaps some details were overlooked," Li Miaotan suggested. "Let's take a look around."

"Very well, we shall take a look," Chu Liezhao agreed with a smile.

With a swift movement, he drew his sword and descended towards the ground.

This solitary peak soared over six hundred meters high. While not an immense altitude, its sheer steepness lent it a formidable and majestic presence.

His sword emanated a brilliant glow, releasing a cascade of white light. As he descended, the emanating Sword Aura traced a shallow groove upon the earth.

The mark left was superficial, yet whether upon soft grass or unyielding stone, it was consistently shallow, with negligible variation.

Upon reaching the ground, he ascended once more, and the Sword Aura continued to etch similar shallow lines onto the terrain.

Repeating this action nine times, he inscribed a total of eighteen shallow lines across the entire mountain, effectively dividing it like a massive watermelon into nineteen sections.

"Husband, that technique is remarkable!" Li Miaotan exclaimed, her hands clapping in delight, her smile blossoming like a flower.

Chu Liezhao sheathed his sword and, clapping his own hands, stated, "Let us take our time and search thoroughly."

"Let's go," Li Miaotan replied with palpable excitement.

She reveled in the thrill and anticipation of a treasure hunt, finding the experience both amusing and exhilarating.

The pair then commenced their search, meticulously scanning from the summit downwards, following the faint marks on the ground, seeking any hidden clues and carefully probing with their senses.

From dawn until dusk, their search yielded no findings. Consequently, Chu Liezhao escorted her back through the Light Gate, returning them to the Prince Consort Mansion for sustenance and rest.

The following day, they emerged once more from the Light Gate, materializing atop the same peak to resume their diligent search.

Ultimately, despite scouring every inch, they discovered nothing.

As evening approached, they passed back through the Light Gate to the Prince Consort Mansion, deciding to abandon their quest.

Night descended, and a resplendent moon graced the celestial expanse.

Chu Zhiyuan materialized on the summit of the solitary peak.

He gazed upward at the luminous moon, absorbing the distinct, cool luminescence it cast.

The Spiritual Energy of the Outer Heaven was undeniably far superior to that of Biyuan Heaven, and the moonlight here was particularly potent.

Closing his eyes, he initiated the Illumination technique.

Under the scrutiny of his Insight, the peak before him began to undergo subtle transformations.

Spiritual power flowed unceasingly into his Golden Pupil, and time rapidly flowed in reverse.

One year, two years, ten years, twenty years... a full century elapsed.

He opened his eyes, a sense of helplessness clouding his features.

This Donghuan Saint Technique demanded an exorbitant amount of spirit; his own vast, seemingly infinite spiritual power could only rewind time by a hundred years, no further.

For the first time, his bottomless spiritual reserves were depleted, rendering him unable to proceed.

Although he possessed the capability to enlist the aid of his three clones, he chose not to involve them.

Chu Liezhao was currently accompanying Li Miaotan in Wushan, while Leng Tieya and Zhu Lingyun were occupied with their own cultivation.

He let out a sigh.

It appeared that mastering the second layer of the Heavenly Yuan Technique was imperative and needed to be achieved swiftly to suffice.

Furthermore, the Human Element Skill, which had been progressing at a glacial pace, also required diligent and accelerated cultivation.