Chapter 4112 — Take Care of Yourself
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"The way I am now, I can still cultivate, and my strength far surpasses that of ordinary men. But every breakthrough is perilous in the extreme—one careless misstep and every meridian in my body snaps. The last time I broke through to the Nascent Soul, I very nearly shattered them all..." Di Xingdao said, still sick with the memory.
Wei Zhao was taken aback at this. He too cultivated the Creation Battle Art, yet he had never once run into such a problem. Could it be because of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art?
The Creation Battle Art had always been flawed, but the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art was an all-purpose mental cultivation method. So the two, once combined and remade by his own hand, had caused that flaw to vanish?
The more he thought, the more plausible it seemed. Yet judging by Di Xingdao's words, Wei Zhao roughly understood that this was merely a stopgap, a last resort. The true method of cultivating the Creation Battle Art was probably nothing like what he was doing now; the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art had only made it cultivable, serving in some measure as a substitute—nothing more.
Still, having worked this much out, Wei Zhao was not overly troubled, nor did he feel any urge to rush off and discover the Creation Battle Art's true cultivation method. However fine the Creation Battle Art might be, it was still an auxiliary method; the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art was where his true foundation lay. And since he could cultivate it now, he would take things one step at a time—why rack his brains over so much?
As for Di Xingdao, Wei Zhao had no intention, for the moment, of handing over the method as he had remade it through the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art. After all, they had known each other barely a day; even with Tianchan as a connection between them, they had not reached the point of entrusting their lives to one another. Better to wait and see.
"Wei Zhao, when you broke through from the great perfection of the Heaven Rank to the Foundation Establishment realm, did you run into the same danger I did?" Di Xingdao asked with concern.
Wei Zhao shook his head. "No, it was fairly smooth, as I recall. Nothing like the shattering of every meridian you just described."
"That is strange. Back then, mine was perilous beyond words." Di Xingdao gave Wei Zhao a startled look, then fell into thought. "Then again, even with the same method, cultivation differs from person to person. Or perhaps the Heaven Rank's great perfection is simply too low a stage—when you break through from Foundation Establishment to the Golden Core, you may well feel a measure of agony."
"Perhaps." Wei Zhao answered noncommittally. The Creation Battle Art he cultivated and Di Xingdao's original version were by now two entirely different things; Di Xingdao's experiences need not befall him. What would actually happen, only time would tell.
"The pain is not the worst of it—grit your teeth and it passes. The real problem is that you may well shatter your meridians every time you break through, as I did, when they cannot withstand the tremendous impact of true qi. That is what truly kills. You must take my example as a warning and steel yourself in advance," Di Xingdao cautioned.
Wei Zhao nodded and said nothing more.
Seeing him like this, Di Xingdao knew his words had not dissuaded him. So he pressed no further. To a cultivator, strength was the very root of being—more vital than life itself. Even knowing the danger, precious few would ever stop halfway.
Di Xingdao himself had been just so in his day: when others urged him to stop, he insisted on cultivating all the harder. Now his injuries had healed; his strength was not yet fully restored, but at least there was hope. And now that hope had returned, his first thought was still to cultivate. If even he, who had suffered such a crushing setback, felt this way, how much more so Wei Zhao?