Chapter 53 Disaster on the Path to Immortality (1/2)

The six senses were what the human body relied on the most. Only someone that possessed all six- hearing, vision, smell, taste, touch and instinct- could be considered as whole. As such, they were the first thing Wang Bugui tried to cultivate on his training, and only when they were refined to a certain level could he learn how to transfrom his prana power into thought.

In the training ground behind the Yuxu Palace, Wang Bugui sat cross legged on a mat as he cultivated his six senses.

”Be pure of mind as you guard the divine tower, and meld yourself into the surroundings. Observe all movement in the vast wilderness, and hear the sounds produced by all living beings. Smell the fragrance of grass from hundred of kilometers away, and be able to differentiate what secret ingredients your food is made of. While your body remains here, you can sense the Tao around you, and you can predict what you wish to know,” chanted Wang Bugui silently as his hands formed a very complicated seal.

Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Su, Zhu, Qian, Xing.

No matter how a seal transformed, it could not deviate from its core nature. As such, Wang Bugui began from the nine basic words, and his hand speed began increasing, leaving remnant images of the seal in the air. He was sweating bullets, and even though it was just level six training, its level of difficulty was as hard as the final stage.

After all, the acuity of one's senses was determined at time of birth, and it was no easy feat to change them. What more, to cultivate them to their peak sensitivity? Various multi-colored divine lights shone around Wang Bugui in accordance with a different type of sense. Each time a light glowed, there would be countless lines of talismanic words appearing in the air. His sweat evaporated before he could even wipe them away. It was really tough trying to cultivate his six senses.

The difference from his previous training was that when he was training his physique, he could begin cultivation even when he could not effectively channel his mystical skill, and training got easier as he grew more accustomed to the nuances of the skill. It was different when he trained his senses, however. He was not familiar with the technique and had no idea how to progress. Also, the technique was overly complicated and as tough to learn as learning two sets of martial arts together.

Wang Bugui could only memorize the technique of cultivating his senses after two more days, and he was still unfamiliar with channeling it. Besides, he had only learned the first half of the technique. It would only get harder as he went on.

”It's fine. It's pre-destined that every human will have some defect in his or her six senses. A practitioner must defy his or her fate and supplement the areas which he or she is lacking in. I'll channel my prana power to guard my pool of qi. Division of prana power is akin to division of one's real self, and I have to rid my mind of all unwanted thoughts. I have to go straight to the source for answers.”

He began chanting the formula of the technique and his hands became a blur as he formed the Seal of Nine True Words. The talismanic words began appearing in his consciousness with alarming regularity and the pendant hanging above his chest began to glow. In an instant, the surrounding aura of Heaven and Earth flowed toward him and even the pure energy of the Sun was drawn in. They flowed toward him like a waterfall of gold light.

”Ooh, seems like he's found a way. I don't have to worry any longer. If this piece of land could contain the true Tao, would his training have been so hard?” Yun Jinghong muttered to himself as he stood beneath the Purple Waterfall.

”Yun Jinghong, how do you plan to prepare for his third tempering?”

All of a sudden, a crisp and melodious voice came from within the Purple Waterfall. It contained a hint of devilish, seductive charm, and it even sounded a little languid. From her voice, one could deduce that the speaker was a beauty of unrivaled charm, one that could cause the downfall of kings and chaos as men fought over her.

”Zi Yuxiao! It really is you. You've awoken after millennia,” said Yun Jinghong, feeling extremely shocked. He could feel goosebumps rising all over his skin. Her voice was seductive and charming to others, but it terrified him, as if a great enemy had appeared.

”Why, are you afraid to see me?” came Zi Yuxiao's languid voice again. Only, this time it was little more high-pitched, as if her curiosity had been piqued.

”You've existed since the time of our founding father, and you managed to suppress two uprisings of various experts over two millennia just by using your own strength. You're also the number one restricted secret of our sect, no matter whether we're talking about our founding father, the Human Emperor of our sect from 5000 years ago, or Qin Shihuang 2000 years ago. They died on the path of attaining immortality because they got involved with you, apart from our founding father, that is.”

Yun Jinghong said as he turned around, his expression extremely serious. and his brows furrowed. Zi Yuxiao laughed gently as she heard him and replied, ”What are you trying to say?”