Chapter 62: Soul and Cultivation

Having only the soul but no cultivation is like a giant with a false appearance, looking scary but without the corresponding strength to exert. Having only cultivation without the soul realm to match it is like an infant holding a dragon-slaying sword, which may hurt himself.

Under normal circumstances, the realm of the soul will gradually grow and improve along with the cultivation. As long as the cultivation is improved, the soul will also enter a higher realm. But on the other hand, the cultivation will also rise with the soul. Some people have a chance to improve their soul realm first, so when they improve their cultivation, it is much easier than others. Of course, this situation is extremely rare.

The soul is derived from the divine consciousness. Weak divine consciousness can generally only be used for internal vision, observation and perception of the surrounding environment and movement. Stronger divine consciousness can control spiritual tools, control magic weapons, and communicate with people. When the divine consciousness is strong to a certain extent, it is the divine consciousness, which can even be used directly to attack and practice divine consciousness attack spells.

There are of course other minor differences between immortal cultivators and warriors, which I won't go into here, but it is precisely because of these differences that immortal cultivators and warriors are two completely different types of people, and there is no way to put them together.

Of course, all things in the world have different paths but the same destination. Some warriors have reached a certain level of cultivation. By chance, they have opened the acupoints all over their bodies, cleansed their meridians, nurtured their divine thoughts, and can feel the spiritual energy of the outside world. They will also achieve the same achievements as immortal cultivators and eventually become immortal cultivators. This is the legend of martial arts entering the Tao.

But in fact, this chance is very slim, because there are too few ways for warriors to increase their cultivation, and their cultivation improves extremely slowly. Their short lifespans cannot support it at all. They also need spiritual roots and immortal cultivation qualifications as a prerequisite, so martial arts entering the Tao can only be regarded as a legend.

But these are all off-topic. For Qingyang, who is receiving the meridian-opening pill to cleanse his marrow and cut his meridians, he doesn't know at all, and it doesn't matter now. He has no ability to change his current situation and can only bear it and wait for the effect of the drug to end.

After an unknown amount of time, Qingyang felt the pain in his body begin to subside, as if the transformation of the meridians in his body was nearing completion. However, the pain in his head followed, as if the effect of the medicine was concentrated on his head again.

This was the second effect of the Kaimai Pill, which began to take effect, which was the process of opening the shackles of the cultivator's soul and nurturing the divine thoughts. At this time, Qingyang still couldn't move or make any sound. All he could do was to grit his teeth and hold on.

The pain in his head was worse than the pain in his body. It was a kind of mental torture, from the inside out, deep into the bone marrow, and the pain reached the bottom of his heart. Qingyang felt that his brain was like a balloon that was burst and was about to burst at any time. It was unbearable.

If the physical pain could be stopped by gritting teeth, waiting for the pain to end, this kind of mental torture was really painful. Time seemed to be stagnant. At this moment, it was magnified and extended countless times, which was extremely unbearable.

For the first time in all these years, Qingyang felt that time was passing so slowly, so slowly that it made people despair. The only slightly better thing was that Qingyang couldn't move or make a sound. Even if he couldn't bear it, there was nothing he could do but to endure it.

Taoist Songhe was also in the cave, not too far from Qingyang. He watched Qingyang's changes quietly, and was worried. He didn't know what Qingyang was going through, but from his disciple's red skin, sweat all over his body, and the ferocious facial expression, he could tell how much pain Qingyang was in.

He even regretted it a little. If he had known that this matter was so painful, he shouldn't have brought the two things back. It would be so good to play the game and wander around the world. Why did he have to go against the will of heaven and cultivate immortals? But soon he was relieved. This was Qingyang's obsession and the path chosen by his disciple. As a master and the person closest to him, how could he not support it?

Until later, Qingyang's body slowly began to turn black and smelly, and began to show a trace of oil. Taoist Songhe was shocked to realize that this seemed to be the legendary marrow washing and meridian cutting. How could it not be painful to wash the marrow and cut the meridians? It's done. The disciple's wish is finally about to be fulfilled.

At this moment, Taoist Songhe had never been so excited.

I don't know how long it took, in Qingyang's mind, it was as long as a century. Just when he was almost fainted from the pain, the pain in his head began to slowly subside, and then his consciousness gradually returned to normal.

After a heavy breath, Qingyang's mind finally came back. He first looked at his body, which was sticky and unusual, as if he hadn't taken a bath for several years and had been running in the sun for several hours. There was a thick layer of dirt on his body, like a suit of armor worn close to the body, smelling fishy and unpleasant. With a light touch of the hand, it could be rubbed into thick strips like ramen noodles.

The outside of the body was so dirty, but the inside of the body seemed to be washed, comfortable, unobstructed, and smooth. Qingyang felt that his current state was better than ever, and his body was full of vigor and vitality. Observing carefully, the fur, flesh, meridians, and bone marrow of the body were clearly visible, as if a delicate painting was placed in front of him.

Hey? That's not right, how can I see the inside of my body? What's going on? Qingyang didn't know that this was the legendary inner vision. The Kaimai Pill had already opened the shackles of his soul, allowing him to generate divine thoughts, and using the divine thoughts he could see within.

This divine consciousness can not only see the inside of the body, but also feel everything outside more deeply. Everything in the cave and under the body is felt truly.

On the wall of the cave, a beetle is crawling, not far from his feet, a cricket is singing softly, and in the corner, there is a nest of ants digging holes. He can not only feel the movements of these insects and ants, but also see the hair on the insects and ants clearly.

At the same time, he also saw a kind of star-like thing floating in the air, emitting a faint light. He can feel the body's desire for that light, but he can't catch it. This is the spiritual energy in the air, which is the basis for all cultivators to improve their cultivation.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the brain, and a feeling of fatigue came over him. Qingyang guessed that it should be because the observation just now was too mentally exhausting, so he quickly stopped using the divine consciousness.

His divine consciousness was newly born and as fragile as a newborn baby, and could not withstand a lot of consumption. His divine consciousness now was so strong that it was difficult for him to control a flying sword or even use the object-absorbing talisman. He could only see inside and outside for a short period of time, and the range was not large, with a diameter of less than ten feet.