SWDnovel Chapter 773 - Complete purification
Chapter 773 - Complete purification
Cultivation techniques were vastly different from combat techniques, especially in the way they affected their user.Both had to be perfectly synchronized to even work.
The reason was simple: a cultivation technique altered not only the power of a cultivator's foundation, but the very nature of their Qi.
Two cultivators of equal talent, from the same sect and trained under the same master, could find themselves utterly unable to learn each other's combat techniques if they followed different cultivation methods.
An ice cultivator could only use techniques tied to ice, and the same held true for fire, earth, demonic energy, divine energy, and every other element in existence.
That was why a cultivation technique mattered so much.
It was the true foundation of every cultivator.
It was possible to swap an ice cultivation technique for an even stronger one. But if a person's affinity for ice was weak, and they only realized too late that another element would have suited them better, it would essentially mark the end of their path.
The only way to truly abandon a cultivation technique was to destroy all of one's current cultivation and start from scratch.
And obviously, no one in their right mind would choose that.
Many preferred to die trapped in their own mediocrity rather than give up everything they had built.
It was precisely for this reason that ordinary cultivators chose their cultivation techniques with the utmost care.
Since the system could freely manage Qingyi's affinities, he had never run into problems of that sort.
Still, he was curious to learn what element the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art would have.
As he had partly expected, it turned out to be a cultivation technique without an element of its own.
Well, technically without one.
In fact, it did have an element, but it was… strange.
Nothing Qingyi had ever seen in his entire life.
As he read and memorized the text's countless mantras, his cultivation grew stronger, his affinities surged, and his Qi became denser, more resilient with each passing breath.
Even so, none of that compared to what happened next.
Without warning, a silvery aura surged forth, engulfing his entire body—bright and intense.
It radiated from him as though emerging from somewhere far beyond his own existence, dancing across his skin with a life of its own.
That aura was, at once, powerful and unique, as if it didn't even belong to this world, existing as little more than an inexplicable visual phenomenon.
Qingyi pulled his focus from the book for a brief moment, his head ringing, his mind lost amid the energy swirling around him.
He had read the first and second pages, which taught breathing techniques and basic cultivation mantras.
That alone left his mind heavy and dull, an intense headache pounding at his temples.
He closed the book, letting out a heavy sigh.
His cultivation was not yet high enough.
If he advanced to the third page, he could seriously injure himself. If he reached the fourth, he might simply end up dead.
Respecting his own limits, he settled into the lotus position, eyes closed, his mind fully focused on that silvery aura.
His breathing slowed and deepened, each inhalation drawing the strange Qi deeper into his perception.
At first, it was a completely uncontrollable aura—one that could not be felt, touched, or manipulated.
Gradually, however, he managed to align his Qi with it, learning, little by little, to stir slight ripples across its surface.
For an entire week, he focused solely on this, refining his own Qi to match the energy surrounding his body.
By the second week, now able to interact freely with it, he began to refine the silver Qi itself, slender threads sinking into his skin and flowing slowly toward his Dantian.
Even within the Dantian, that Qi did not seem to occupy any space at all.
It was there, and Qingyi could feel it. He could perceive the silver threads forming serene rivers through his meridians. And yet, strangely, that Qi still did not seem to truly exist.
He continued to manipulate it carefully, feeling the very air around him shift.
Even the oxygen filling his lungs seemed purer. But it wasn't just that.
Every cultivator carried a certain level of impurities in their Qi.
Demonic cultivators typically held around eighty to ninety percent impurities, while orthodox cultivators ranged from ten to twenty percent, and could climb as high as forty, depending on their cultivation technique.
Qingyi's Qi was ninety-three percent pure, far superior to any other type of Qi in existence, even that of celestial emperors.
But this did not last long.
The silvery energy refined his Qi, purifying it as it cleansed his entire body.
Every trace of impurity was expelled, streaming out through his pores like a dark waterfall.
His skin took on a lighter, more luminous hue, his hair grew smooth as silk, and his muscles hardened with a strength far beyond anything he had known before.
Even his organs, now free of all contamination, began to function with far greater efficiency, each beat of his heart resonating like a mighty drum within his chest.
"This level of purification is not like an ordinary physical reconstruction…" Qingyi whispered through clenched teeth, a low groan of pain slipping past his lips.
His eyes shone with a fierce, intense light as a black, foul-smelling slime poured ceaselessly from the pores of his body, forming a thick, putrid puddle around his crossed legs.
This was a truly complete purification—from his fingernails to his Qi, from his hair to his bones.
Everything was being cleansed of impurities.
Suddenly, Qingyi's eyes flashed, his skin glowing with a pure silvery sheen as his Qi burned away the last of the impurities, erasing them from existence and purifying even the air around him.
When he finally rose to his feet, Qingyi no longer looked like an ordinary man.
His body was enveloped in an aura of powerful divinity.
Qingyi sighed, his eyes serene and filled with a strange emotion.