Chapter 73: Seven-Colored Nascent Soul!
“Boom!”
Chaotian Peak, the Spirit Lake at the summit.
Spiritual qi surged around Lu Qingyang, roaring up into the heavens like a dragon, like a tiger.
“To be able to begin forming a Nascent Soul before even sixty years of age. Master truly is a monster!”
Zhao Layue gazed at Lu Qingyang sitting cross-legged at the center of the Spirit Lake, her beautiful eyes flickering as she murmured softly.
Her own talent was not weak. After only twenty years of cultivation, she had already reached the great perfection of Foundation Establishment.
Just one step from condensing a Golden Core. Within the entire Chaotian Sect, she was one of the few geniuses of her caliber.
Yet compared to Lu Qingyang, she still fell far, far short.
Especially when she had unintentionally learned that Lu Qingyang was not yet sixty years old. The shock had struck her even harder.
A sixty-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator was an extreme rarity across all of Qingnan Shengzhou.
As expected of Master.
Watching Lu Qingyang sit cross-legged, Zhao Layue’s cheeks flushed faintly, her gaze burning.
The stronger her Master was, the greater her pride.
And in truth, it was not just her. At this moment, Jun Moyan and Chao San also stood by the lakeside with expressions of envy, silently observing Lu Qingyang.
“I formed my Nascent Soul at two hundred, and I thought I was one in ten thousand. I never imagined my martial nephew would be one in all of history.”
“Once this business at Tiangong Island is finished, I will enter secluded cultivation and strive to break through to Soul Transformation as soon as possible!”
Watching the figure sitting cross-legged at the center of the lake, wreathed in dense spiritual qi and rising auspicious light, Jun Moyan’s heart surged with emotion.
Since condensing his Nascent Soul more than ten years ago, he was still treading water at the early stage.
Yet who would have thought Lu Qingyang would overtake him from behind and be about to step into the same realm?
As for Chao San, his expression was somewhat bitter.
He had cultivated for over a hundred years and had only barely stepped into the late-stage Golden Core. He could not even touch the edge of Nascent Soul.
Now that Lu Qingyang had surpassed him, besides envy, there was naturally a trace of bitterness in his heart.
“Rumble!”
“Rumble rumble!”
Just as everyone was immersed in Lu Qingyang’s breakthrough, the entire summit Spirit Lake suddenly shook violently.
The lakeshore, originally ringed with auspicious clouds and swimming with fish and birds, was abruptly swept by towering waves, as if a tsunami had arrived.
“Crack~”
Suddenly, a crisp sound of shattering reached everyone’s ears…
“A Nascent Soul cultivator is called a patriarch and founds a sect. This realm grants a lifespan of a thousand years, hence the title of Ancestor.”
“Phew… I have finally reached this step as well.”
Lu Qingyang opened his eyes, his gaze exploding with brilliance, a faint smile on his lips.
At this moment, his bones and tendons crackled, and the spiritual power within his body surged like a boundless ocean.
The golden pill inside him, under his deliberate assault, finally began to slowly shatter, turning into a pool of golden liquid.
Next came the formation of the Nascent Soul!
This was precisely the hallmark of the Nascent Soul stage — shattering the core to form the Nascent Soul!
“Rumble!”
His dantian was like a roaring furnace. Rolling spiritual power burned out from within his dantian, wrapping around that pool of golden liquid.
Then, a tiny figure resembling him slowly grew out from the liquid.
The little figure’s appearance was identical to his.
Only, a wisp of immortal qi emanated from between its brows, as if an exiled immortal from the nine heavens had descended to the mortal world.
Immediately after, the little figure’s head, chest, limbs, and other parts all began to change.
First, the skin gradually transformed, turning a seven-colored hue. Then the surface of the skin rippled with layers of profound runes.
Finally, mysterious lines spread across the entire body, fixing the little figure’s form completely.
“Seven-Colored Nascent Soul!”
Gazing at the little figure sitting cross-legged within his dantian, Lu Qingyang softly uttered those four words.
At this moment, his Nascent Soul had been fully condensed, radiating seven-colored brilliance like a glazed jewel.
“A top-grade Golden Core forming a Seven-Colored Nascent Soul. That is somewhat unexpected.”
Looking at the dazzling Seven-Colored Nascent Soul, a trace of pleasant surprise appeared in Lu Qingyang’s eyes.
By grade, though this Seven-Colored Nascent Soul of his could not match a ‘Dao’-level Nascent Soul, it far surpassed a top-grade Nascent Soul.
Its cultivation speed was faster than an ordinary Nascent Soul by no less than a hundredfold.
Even its spiritual power reserves were several times greater than others.
Within the Prison Dragon Realm, it was an existence of extreme preciousness!
“Congratulations, Master!”
“Congratulations, Sect Master!”
Sensing the terrifying pressure radiating from Lu Qingyang, Zhao Layue and the others all bowed in congratulation.
Even Chao San changed his form of address, joining Jun Moyan in calling him Sect Master.
Jun Moyan’s heart trembled even more.
Lu Qingyang, having just entered Nascent Soul, actually gave him a feeling of being powerless to resist!
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang nodded with a smile, then took out a jade talisman from his hand and instructed everyone.
“Now that I have formed my Nascent Soul, it is time to explore that small world outside Tiangong Island.”
“Senior Brother, Martial-Uncle, you two come with me. And Layue, you come as well to see it for yourself.”
“Alright, I’ll listen to you!”
Hearing this, Jun Moyan agreed without a shred of hesitation.
More than ten years ago, after learning that there was a small world not far from Tiangong Island, Lu Qingyang had told Jun Moyan and the others.
He had also instructed Jun Moyan to keep strict watch, lest outside cultivators discover it.
After all, a small-world Secret Realm was a rare thing in the Prison Dragon Realm.
If it were an ecologically complete small world, merely handing it over to the Sect Management Council would earn over a hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones!
Converted into low-grade spirit stones, that was a full ten million!
Even keeping it for one’s own exploitation was extremely profitable!
However, the risks of exploiting a small world were also great. A single misstep and one could easily perish within.
So even though he knew that small world was nearby, Lu Qingyang had remained cautious, not rushing to exploit it.
Instead, he waited until he had comprehended the Myriad Realms Formation and broken through to Nascent Soul before making his move.
“Let’s go.”
Seeing everyone agree, Lu Qingyang waved his right hand, and a palm-sized flying boat appeared at once.
After tossing it into the air, it expanded dramatically.
He stepped onto it and flew directly into the sky.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
At the same time, Zhao Layue and the others also boarded the boat one after another, following after him.
This flying boat was a Swift Boat Lu Qingyang had refined out of boredom.
Its overall defense was nearly zero, but the hull was carved all over with Swiftness Formations, and it also carried a large-bore Spiritual Qi Compression Formation.
A single high-grade spirit stone could be consumed in the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
Because of this, the flying boat’s speed was astonishing!
“Swoosh swoosh swoosh!”
The flying boat traversed a hundred li in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it had left Tiangong Island.
The sect members only saw a fiery red streak of light flash past. They could not make out its exact appearance at all.
…
A thousand li away.
Above a calm stretch of sea.
Suddenly, a blinding ball of firelight appeared out of thin air.
“Bang…”
Then a flying boat halted in midair, and several people jumped down from it.
“This is the entrance to that small world?”
Steadying herself, Zhao Layue looked around, somewhat puzzled.
Because as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but seawater.
“Correct. I concealed it with a formation long ago. To see that small world, the formation must be undone first.”
As her words fell, Lu Qingyang raised his hand and withdrew the Obscuring Formation he had set up earlier.
“Boom…”
As Lu Qingyang waved his hand, a brilliant sphere of light bloomed before him.
“Phew… this is the place. Originally, it would have taken another eighty years for this small world’s Heavenly Dao rules to collapse.”
“But now that I have a method to break the boundary, it has saved quite a bit of time.”
Lu Qingyang explained briefly, but did not rush to use the Myriad Realms Formation.
Instead, he opened his Storage Ring and released nearly a hundred fourth-tier puppets, as well as two enormous Spirit-Puppet Vajras!
At the same time, he deployed eight fourth-tier Skybase Weapons.
Even Zijing was summoned by him, hanging suspended in the air.
His right hand was filled with talismans as well.
Exploiting a small world was an opportunity, but also a risk.
He could not be certain whether there were any monstrous, heaven-defying beings or objects within this world, so he naturally had to prepare for the worst.
Only after all preparations were made did Lu Qingyang finally turn his gaze to that brilliant sphere of light.
“Now… let me see just what kind of world this is.”