Chapter 1205 - 833: Primordial Spirit Division

The Queen Mother of the West heard Ying’s words and looked at Zhang Chen, her expression turning somewhat complex. She never imagined Zhang Chen could be so ambitious. Her heart involuntarily surged with a sense of unexplainable guilt: ’Could it be that I’ve wronged him before? Is he really lacking in talent? Or was it intentional leniency?’

Seeing Zhang Chen’s ambition, even with the Queen Mother of the West’s disposition, she couldn’t help but feel a difficult-to-describe guilt.

"It is truly rare for you to have such ambition. Therefore, I shall grant you a Divine Technique for the differentiation of the Primordial Spirit." The Queen Mother of the West extended her hand, and a golden page flew from the distant direction of the Scripture Pavilion, landing in the Queen Mother’s palm. She flicked her finger, and the Golden Page fell in front of Zhang Chen: "Take this, study it well, and do not betray my regard."

"I will certainly work hard in cultivation to live up to the Lady’s effort." Zhang Chen respectfully bowed to the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West nodded at this, and Zhang Chen retreated from the altar, returning to the Medicine Hall on his way. He unfolded the Golden Page in his hand to study it. The Golden Page held a flowing mysterious energy mechanism, and Zhang Chen wanted to use the True God Golden Light to transform it into skill falls, but he feared that the Queen Mother of the West would notice the True God Golden Light. So he could only calm his heart and study carefully, choosing to cultivate step by step.

The Queen Mother of the West had previously lectured him, and the Golden Page was not difficult for him to study, especially with the ample supply of countless resources. Cultivating the Divine Technique for the differentiation of the Primordial Spirit was also straightforward.

"This Divine Technique is profound, not merely a simple clone technique, nor simply the differentiation of the Primordial Spirit, but truly, the technique of the incarnation of the Primordial Spirit." Zhang Chen studied the Golden Page meticulously, and after three days, he finally grasped its intricacies.

Zhang Chen put away the Golden Page, changed medicine for Lady Biyun, then searched for more than a dozen Innate Spiritual Medicines, crushed them, ingested them, and began silently circulating the Divine Technique. The next moment, his Primordial Spirit kept faltering, with enigmatic runes continuously emerging within his Primordial Spirit.

"This Primordial Spirit differentiation technique requires the derivation of 129,600 runes to cultivate successfully, and then to gather them to form a mystical imprint." Zhang Chen pondered as he circulated the Divine Technique.

If relying solely on his own power, deriving 129,600 runes might take him a million years, not necessarily achieving it. But with the supply from the Medicine Hall’s countless Spirit Medicines, Zhang Chen managed to derive 129,600 runes in just one month.

Then at a certain moment, the runes trembled slightly, transforming into a mystically profound trajectory, engraved onto Zhang Chen’s Primordial Spirit, and Zhang Chen formed a hand seal, gently scolding: "Split!"

His Primordial Spirit flickered, directly splitting into two.

Although the Primordial Spirit split into two, its quality was directly halved, turning from one into two, enveloping Zhang Chen in a difficult-to-describe sensation of weakness.

"Split again!"

Zhang Chen’s hand seals changed again, and those two Primordial Spirits instantly divided, transforming into four Primordial Spirits, each only a quarter of the original size.

"Split again!" Zhang Chen formed hand seals once more.

This time, the four Primordial Spirits transformed into eight, each only an eighth of the original size.

Yet Zhang Chen remained unsatisfied, wanting to divide them again, but unexpectedly, his Primordial Spirit’s runes trembled slightly, leading to Zhang Chen’s failure in differentiation.

"Have I reached the limit of my current realm?" Zhang Chen wondered.

With eight differentiated Primordial Spirits, he found his physical body felt incredibly heavy, like a paralyzed person. His Primordial Spirit wanted to command his physical body, but it wobbled as if intoxicated, attempting to reach out for the Spirit Medicine he’d prepared on the ground, but his arm felt as heavy as Mount Tai, trembling as he attempted to extend it, barely managing to reach for the Spirit Medicine he desired, yet his arm simply ignored his commands, passing right through it.

Zhang Chen’s hand swung back and forth, taking almost an hour to rest on the Spirit Medicine finally, trying to lift it, but his hand kept grasping the Spirit Medicine, fumbling through the air, poking his face but failing to reach his mouth.

Only after half an hour, Zhang Chen managed to poke it into his mouth, chewing with his teeth, finally swallowing the medicine juice.

"I am truly foolish, nearly ruining myself!" Zhang Chen circulated the Divine Technique, refining the power of the Spirit Medicine, muttering in frustration, his voice filled with helplessness.

Fortunately, as the power of the Spirit Medicine refined vigorously, a majestic energy began to circulate within his body, potent forces surged in the void, and his Primordial Spirit visibly grew continuously.

With a thousand-year-old Spirit Medicine in his belly, his ability to control his physical body enhanced.

After swallowing the tenth Spirit Medicine, there was a flow of mysterious power within his body, and his Primordial Spirit had returned to its original size.

Eight Primordial Spirits, eight sensory experiences, Zhang Chen found it intriguing.

Every Primordial Spirit was himself, with no primary or secondary distinction, no occurrence of mutual devouring.

Simply put, although there were eight Primordial Spirits, the consciousness was collective, like sharing one consciousness, akin to eight computers sharing the internet.

"Unbelievable, very mystical!" Zhang Chen murmured secretly.

At a thought, one of Zhang Chen’s Primordial Spirits vanished into thin air, entering the Ascension Pool, embedding itself within the Tree of Life, beginning the refinement process.

Although he traveled through time, those objects were only sealed in the deepest part of his Primordial Spirit, unable to be revealed in this era, but they could be touched through the Primordial Spirit.

Zhang Chen had tried; his own Ascension Pool and Heaven-Reaching Jianmu could only exist in the deepest part of his Primordial Spirit, unable to manifest in the outside world, as if his Primordial Spirit was a world within, and outside it was another world.

"It seems like within my Primordial Spirit, there is a Mysterious Power sealing my treasures in another space-time, in another era." A peculiar expression appeared in Zhang Chen’s eyes.

Just as various thoughts flickered in Zhang Chen’s mind, his seven Primordial Spirits instantly returned to their positions, overlapping each other. Although they appeared to merge into one, they resembled sheets of paper stacked together, distinctly separate.

Zhang Chen opened his eyes, surveying the entire great hall, but did not perceive any enhanced sensation after the division of his Primordial Spirit; it was as it used to be.

While numerous thoughts flowed in Zhang Chen’s mind, a low moan emerged from the great hall. Zhang Chen hurriedly picked up the ointment and moved beside Lady Biyun. At this moment, most of Lady Biyun’s injuries had healed, but the whip marks still had not disappeared.

"My lady, it’s time for medicine," Zhang Chen said, crouching beside Lady Biyun, his face full of guilt.

"How is your cultivation going?" Lady Biyun opened her eyes, her voice raspy, as she inquired.

"I’ll work hard on my cultivation," Zhang Chen could only respond evasively.

Lady Biyun twitched the corner of her mouth, wanting to say something but leaving it unspoken, finally turning into a deep sigh: "You must cultivate diligently, otherwise, I’m afraid Queen Mother might one day kill me."

"I’ve thought of a way. Next time, let my sister beat me. If you injure me, the Queen Mother of the West will consider you conscientious in supervising me, and she will definitely not punish you anymore." While applying the herbal medicine to Lady Biyun, Zhang Chen suggested.

"I know it’s not your fault, how could I be harsh with you?" Lady Biyun said with a bitter smile.

Zhang Chen fell into silence upon hearing this, feeling that Lady Biyun was too kind-hearted.

"Let me help you with the Alchemy." Lady Biyun forced herself up.

"What about your injuries..." Zhang Chen expressed his concern.

"What’s there to fear? It’s not like it will kill me." Lady Biyun replied, "I don’t want to be beaten again! The sooner we refine the Dan, the sooner you can cultivate!"

Zhang Chen was at a loss for words; what could he say? He just couldn’t find the words.

Lady Biyun sat cross-legged in front of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, tensing in pain while refining Dan, causing Zhang Chen to feel deeply guilty, yet he dared not casually progress any further because he sensed something was amiss. The Queen Mother of the West was urging him too eagerly, not with the demeanor of nurturing but seeming to wish to have him accomplish something after his cultivation reached Great Success.

If the Queen Mother of the West appreciated him and was cultivating him, it shouldn’t be like this.

Amidst Zhang Chen’s internal conflicts, a hundred years rushed by, and during this time, Zhang Chen pushed his cultivation to the twenty-fifth level, one level higher than last year.

"Tomorrow is the assessment period."

Lady Biyun stood in the great hall, dressed in a verdant green robe, and said to Zhang Chen before her.

"Again, you’ll be implicated." Zhang Chen said with a bitter smile, his face full of apology: "I will definitely argue with the Queen Mother, taking responsibility myself, and asking her not to involve you."

"Please don’t plead for me, I’m begging you! If you really plead for me, the Queen Mother of the West will only be harsher." Lady Biyun, hearing Zhang Chen’s intention to plead for her, became instantly alarmed and urgently pleaded: "If you show disregard for life, an uncaring attitude, the Queen Mother of the West won’t punish me to urge you."

Zhang Chen responded with a bitter smile: "Alright, I’ll not plead."

Only then did Lady Biyun let out a sigh of relief, patting her chest, her figure twisting to vanish into the void: "I’ll go prepare the ointment in advance."

Lady Biyun left, leaving Zhang Chen standing in the great hall; after a long silence, he sat again on the ground, to cultivate the Causal Transformation Technique bestowed by The Queen Mother of the West.

"I can’t see any drawbacks in this mantra. Why is The Queen Mother of the West so anxious in urging me to cultivate it? Surely, this is an unparalleled Divine Technique?" Zhang Chen pondered the Causal Transformation Technique, a touch of bewilderment in his eyes; he hadn’t figured out any major pitfalls in the technique.

So why is The Queen Mother of the West consistently urging him to accelerate the cultivation of the Causal Transformation Technique?

"When things are abnormal, something is amiss; the behavior of The Queen Mother of the West isn’t normal, is it?" Zhang Chen muttered to himself.