Chapter 1351 — The Healing Art
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
Shen Mu lowered his head and took out several more Taishu divine stones, redoubling his refining of them as he sought to comprehend the Way of Taishu within.
The Alchemist paid him no mind; rather, he cheerfully set up his furnace aboard the boat and began refining spirit pills, and each time a batch of pills came out of the furnace, he opened his own mouth and swallowed them down.
Shen Mu and he left each other alone — you cultivate yours, I cultivate mine — and after two days had passed, a Heavenly Palace of Medicine suddenly rose behind the Alchemist, and his primordial spirit actually passed beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate: he had cultivated into a True God. Shen Mu glanced over and thought nothing of it.
The Alchemist made no fuss either, but went on refining pills and eating pills; another three to five days, and the Heavenly Palace of Medicine rose behind him once more — his primordial spirit had actually come to the edge of the Jade Pool and stepped up onto the Jade Terrace!
At last Shen Mu was startled by him, and stared wide-eyed and dumbstruck at the sight. The Alchemist withdrew the heavenly palace and went on with single-minded devotion refining spirit pills; six or seven days more, and Shen Mu was appalled to discover that the Alchemist's primordial spirit had surged in cultivation strength, and had actually come to the God-Slaying Terrace of the heavenly palace!
Beneath his heart-thumping gaze, the Alchemist's primordial spirit actually stood upon the God-Slaying Terrace, endured the tempering of two baleful auras, and survived!
This was a thing all but impossible to accomplish, yet it had happened before his very eyes! In but a short span, the Alchemist had successively crossed the three realms of True God, Jade Pool, and God-Slaying Terrace!
One must know that the highest cultivators in Yincan Village were the village headman and the Steward — and even they might well not have cultivated to the God-Slaying Terrace realm!
Yet as the very bottom of Yincan Village's cultivation ladder, the Alchemist had always been famed for his atrocious cultivation, the most vicious of the village's folk in his methods and the easiest of them to be killed off.
And now, his cultivation realm had in all likelihood leapt to first in all of Yincan Village!
After the Alchemist attained the God-Slaying Terrace realm, he did not go on refining spirit pills, but calmed his heart and pondered for a moment, then said, "Little Shen, how many kinds of Imperial Throne arts do you know?
" Shen Mu, giving no further thought to refining the Taishu primordial liquid, at once manifested his eighteen heavenly palaces and expounded them to him one by one, while the Alchemist sat in the cabin and listened closely. Shen Mu was a great master of cultivation, and he held uncommon insight into each of the Imperial Throne arts he practiced; he personally demonstrated the techniques, so that it was, so to speak, as though a Celestial Venerable himself were expounding his own comprehension to the Alchemist — a dazzling display in every particular, and a rare and splendid occasion!
The Alchemist questioned him without cease, voicing the doubts in his heart, and Shen Mu answered each one.
After a long while, the Alchemist came to understand the Heavenly Palace of the Sword, and had Shen Mu describe to him in finest detail the dao patterns of that palace and its architecture; Shen Mu explained them meticulously. The Alchemist pondered in silence for a long time, then buried himself again in refining spirit pills — and when the pills were nearly done, he took a thread of Taishu primordial liquid and cast it into the pill furnace.