Chapter 104: The Art of Myriad Laws Mountain
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Zhou Yi took the jade slip without examining it closely, his gaze still filled with concern as he looked at Wen Renying. Seeing this, Wen Renying smiled lightly, leapt into the air, and vanished in an instant. Only his words lingered in the sky, drifting from afar: “Train diligently. The future depends on you all!”
“Senior Brother!”
“Senior Brother!”
Song Hai stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhou Yi, staring blankly at Wen Renying’s disappearing figure.
Wen Renying had been gone for some time, yet Zhou Yi’s heart remained tangled with complex feelings. He knew clearly that Wen Renying was right—his talent was indeed modest. Without this transmission and empowerment, he might never reach the stage of the False Core in his lifetime.
This was evident in the martial world, where many geniuses still could only break through the False Core after visiting the Peerless Island.
Reaching the False Core was by no means an easy feat.
Given the current circumstances, for Wen Renying, this was an extraordinary opportunity—a blessing.
Yet, despite all this, Zhou Yi found his heart still unsettled.
The future should be unpredictable; talent and aptitude cannot dictate destiny. The future is boundless.
No one can claim to foresee what will surely happen.
Yes, Wen Renying’s talent is low, and if things continue as they are, perhaps he will never touch the False Core, but what if?
Who can be certain?
Is it worth trading an infinite future for present strength?
“...” Zhou Yi pondered deeply on the spot. If he were in Wen Renying’s place, what would he do?
“Perhaps, it really is worth it.”
...
“This jade slip!” Shaking off his complicated emotions, Zhou Yi rubbed the jade slip Wen Renying had given him.
“Was it given by the ancestor?”
“Yi, quickly look! What is inside?” Song Hai, who had been watching Zhou Yi and awaiting his reaction, smiled as soon as he saw Zhou Yi regain composure and rub the jade slip.
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“Hmm!” Zhou Yi glanced at Song Hai, smiled faintly, nodded, and pressed the jade slip against his forehead.
As the jade slip touched his skin, his spirit merged with it. A green light flashed from his forehead, spreading over his body like a luminous shield, enveloping Zhou Yi.
“Huh?” The moment the green light appeared, Song Hai’s eyes narrowed, ready to act. His mana gathered in his palm, but then he recalled this was a gift from the ancestor—surely, it was harmless. Restraining himself, he forced his mind to observe.
“Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique!” Zhou Yi’s expression shifted continuously within the green light, his face alternating between pale and flushed. After a long moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and let out a calm sigh.
The green light vanished the instant Zhou Yi opened his eyes.
“Yi?” Seeing Zhou Yi open his eyes, Song Hai hurried over, worry evident in his voice.
“It’s nothing. This is a secret technique the ancestor passed down to us. Take a look!” Zhou Yi waved off Song Hai’s concern and handed him the jade slip.
Without hesitation, Song Hai took it and placed it on his forehead. The green light reappeared, cloaking him in the same radiant shield.
Watching Song Hai enveloped in green light, Zhou Yi’s face remained composed as he recalled the information he had just seen within the jade slip.
The content was simple: a secret technique, a continuation of the Foundation Heart Method, named the Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique.
The Foundation Heart Method was practiced from the acquired stage to the celestial stage; the Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique was the method for cultivation beyond the False Core.
According to Zhou Yi’s understanding, it was straightforward: the Foundation Heart Method was akin to martial arts, while the Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique was a spell.
To put it more vividly, the Foundation Heart Method resembled the martial arts in a wuxia novel, whereas the Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique was like the magic arts from the Sword Sect tales.
They belonged to entirely different realms!
“I have already opened 365 acupoints, reaching the peak of the celestial stage. Next is the False Core!” Thinking of the Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique, Zhou Yi reflected on himself: “I was worried about what to do next, but unexpectedly, the ancestor sent this Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique!”
“With this technique, I can unify essence, qi, and spirit, stepping directly into the False Core!”
“Now I understand—the False Core is truly the beginning of cultivation. I once thought cultivation began at the acquired stage, but I never imagined...”
“Who knows what other changes might come in the future?”
“Once Hai wakes up, I’ll attempt to break through!” Zhou Yi glanced at Song Hai, still shrouded in green light. “I no longer know what to do in the martial world. Next should be the Peerless Island!”
“To reach the Peerless Island, with my current strength, I’m still lacking. Only by stepping into the False Core can I truly...”
“They describe the Peerless Island as so mysterious and formidable—it sounds terrifying. But no matter what, we brothers must go there; it seems unavoidable.” Thinking of the Peerless Island, Zhou Yi lowered his gaze to the token in his arms, a faint bitter smile creeping into his heart.
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“Once I break through in strength, I want to see what exactly the Peerless Island is, that it’s so domineering!” In a moment, Zhou Yi’s resolve solidified, his brow furrowing.
“I had some hardships before, but thanks to the ancestor and this Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique, I’ve gained much confidence!” Zhou Yi recalled again the information from the jade slip, his heart suddenly certain.
“As long as I master the Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique, I believe even on the Peerless Island, I’ll have some power to protect myself. If I perfect it, I might even, like the ancestor, dominate the Peerless Island!”
“The two layers of light and heavy mountains in the Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique are truly profound. The moment of invincibility against all methods is awe-inspiring!” As the details of the technique flowed through his mind, Zhou Yi’s expression revealed admiration. He wondered who had created this technique—and what kind of formidable being they must have been.
The Ten Thousand Method Mountain Technique forms mountains with mana, divided into yin and yang: one pure, one turbid.
The pure forms the mountain of lightness, creating a force field where myriad methods cannot touch, rising in unity and unable to fall.
The turbid forms the mountain of heaviness, creating a force field where myriad methods strike down with thunderous power, unable to rise again.
The light mountain is formed; lifting the heavy as if light, strength that moves mountains and spirit that covers the world—one force suppresses the world!
The heavy mountain is formed; raising the light as if heavy, light as a feather—no feather may fall, but if it does, mountains and rivers collapse!
Light mountain is light; heavy mountain is heavy; both formed, manifesting yin and yang, yin and yang creating chaos, and chaos giving birth!
From chaos, the world is conceived; out of void arises nothing; from nothing, existence is born; existence transforms into the Way; the Way condenses and completes!
When the Way condenses, the origin point appears; the origin point appears, and the Golden Core is formed!
“This is actually a marvelous Golden Core technique!” Zhou Yi was shocked upon reaching the end. He had only glanced at it before, excited by the power of the light and heavy mountains, then awakened.
Now, calming his mind and reading carefully, Zhou Yi realized the true essence lay in the last passage: the Way condenses, the origin point appears, and the Golden Core is formed!
This was a technique directly leading to the Golden Core realm!
Even the False Core was so powerful; he dared not imagine the magnitude of the Golden Core.
After all he had experienced, Zhou Yi no longer dared to dream of Nascent Soul, Divine Separation, Fusion, or Tribulation Crossing.
The Golden Core was already far beyond his reach and worthy of his reverence.