Chapter 1690 - 35: Breakthrough of the Infinite Scripture [Double-Length] (Part 2)

Chapter 1690: Chapter 35: Breakthrough of the Infinite Scripture [Double-Length] (Part 2)

Recording more points: In the future when it comes to killing, I can do so with a clear conscience—there’s still so much, I haven’t wiped them out!

The recovery power of the Divine Pill is strong and swift. In just half a quarter of an hour, Fang Che’s severe injuries were completely healed.

His face twitched with a spasm of the muscles, and the dead skin flaked off layer by layer. The flesh on his shoulders, roasted by lightning, crumbled and fell away as fragments.

Fang Che shivered all over, contracted his abdomen, and... two piles fell out from his pant legs.

The small grass at his feet suddenly became vibrant...

This person has shed his skin! Such good nutrients... With these fragments, maybe I can cultivate Lingzhi in the future...

After Fang Che left, the piles of fragments quietly and quickly disappeared, as it could be seen that the roots of the surrounding grass were wrapped in fragments.

Though these grasses lacked spirituality, their innate life force as plants prompted them to swiftly capture resources that would help them grow healthier and stronger.

In the sky, Fang Che watched this scene on the ground, and felt a sudden insight in his heart.

"Who says plants lack spirituality? Who says plants don’t have a Jianghu? They merely express their unique Jianghu in another form of life... That’s all."

Fang Che reflected deeply, suddenly feeling as if he had touched something.

It seemed that a thin veil was about to be pierced by him.

His eyes observed the grass, the silent towering tree, the leisurely white clouds in the sky, this quiet world...

Suddenly, he felt his Infinite Scripture begin to surge rapidly.

Spiritual Energy converged abruptly from all directions.

Though he hadn’t yet figured it out, he had been pondering this issue, yet at this moment, his entire body seemed to transform into a magnet for Spiritual Energy.

Vast, overwhelming Spiritual Energy surged into his body spontaneously, every acupoint, every pore forming a vortex.

Ironically, Fang Che himself was completely unaware of his current situation.

His eyes followed small creatures he had never paid attention to before, some aphids, some insects, some ants, centipedes, snakes...

In this forest... they sensed his arrival, scattering in panic, yet upon closer inspection, there was order to their movements.

For example, observing carefully, ants belonged to different groups, like individual gangs traveling different paths, halting at perceived safety, leaving sentinels, setting scouts at intervals, some truly resting, and even a faction fighting with another group.

Was this a fight over territory or resources? Or... a battle for kingdom supremacy?

These things Fang Che had never studied in detail before, but now, with his own skin flakes, they seemed to open a whole new perspective.

It was truly awe-inspiring.

Inside, Spiritual Energy surged and surged again, while more Spiritual Energy kept rushing in, circulating repeatedly through the meridians, mostly driven out, dispersed by the circulatory movement.

But the essential part had already entered the Dantian, transformed into Innate Spiritual Energy.

Then, departing from the Dantian, it once again toured the circulation, establishing a solid foundation.

Spiritual Energy kept coming in, then going out; previously, this amount of Spiritual Energy would already have stretched his meridians to a painful extent.

Yet now, there was none of that feeling.

On one hand, it was the terrifying enhancement of the Yin Yang Sacred Liquid to the meridians; secondly... this series of killings under Thunderbolt Phoenix Lightning, after his injuries healed, his entire body having undergone countless lightning baptisms, somehow... did his physique improve?

It seemed this lightning tempering removed many impurities from his body.

Fang Che immersed himself in his world, striving to capture a fleeting moment of enlightenment, without realizing the terrifying growth of his cultivation.

Reached Monarch Level Seventh Grade High-level; reached Peak...

Spiritual Energy continued to surge, forming swirling masses within the meridians.

Like the ocean constantly rising, with waves crashing unceasingly.

Finally, with a thunderous sound, something seemed to shatter inside.

That was the barrier to the Eighth Grade.

Spiritual Energy howled inward, quickly conquering the new pathways, completing its occupation, then beginning the circulatory movement once more...

Each cycle enhanced his Spiritual Power significantly, while more unqualified Spiritual Energy was purged again.

The Dantian was entirely filled with mist, golden Spiritual Liquid began to form. Drop by drop fell, each drop seemed to trigger a tremor in Fang Che’s soul.

He only felt like he was once again under heavenly thunder being tempered repeatedly, yet it felt increasingly comfortable.

His brows radiated a relieved smile, cultivation rising as tides, Monarch Eighth Grade cultivation steadily piling up... slowly advancing to Early Stage, Early Stage Middle Stage, Peak, Mid-stage... High-level, Peak...

A crashing sound echoed.

Fang Che felt his mind suddenly shake.

As if in darkness, a door suddenly opened, beyond the door lay dazzling golden brilliance, full of light and hope!

Then the darkness he was in was burned into ashes piece by piece under the golden light.

In his mind, like morning drums and evening bells resounding over and over, his soul was washed again and again, yet the road ahead was clearly defined.

All five senses were heightened several times, and upon opening his mouth, with a puff, a gray gas shot out, forming a misty dragon, and then he felt his soul returned to his body.