Chapter 4561 — Condensing the Nascent Soul
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Yet this was merely an objective, external condition. There had never been anything absolutely certain in this world—even swallowing sacred elixirs and spirit medicines was no guarantee. Star-Ink Milk, naturally, could not guarantee delivery of the mightiest Nascent Soul cultivator. To achieve the mightiest Nascent Soul, Star-Ink Milk at best bought one a ticket of admission; the more crucial matter lay in the second condition. That was a profound understanding of oneself!
As someone from the mortal world, Wei Zhao held a natural advantage in this regard over cultivators native to Cloud Terrace Island. Even so, he still had little confidence, for even the modern science of the mortal world had never truly seen through the human body; a cultivator's casual introspection could reveal more than that. Wei Zhao's advantage lay at most in a more scientific way of thinking.
What Wei Zhao had not expected, however, was that he would muddle-headedly slip into the Realm of Emptiness and Clarity all of a sudden, and everything previously unclear became instantly crystal clear. If before his confidence in attaining the mightiest Nascent Soul had been but one or two parts in ten, then now, having entered the Realm of Emptiness and Clarity, that confidence had risen to at least six or seven parts.
It was not one hundred percent, but to have six or seven parts of confidence in achieving the mightiest Nascent Soul was in itself absurdly, outrageously remarkable. Were word of it to spread, no one would believe it—not even those top-tier magnates who had been through it all themselves, for such a thing was simply inconceivable. In their understanding, the mightiest Nascent Soul had always come from fortune favoring the cultivator; everything else, Star-Ink Milk included, could only ever be auxiliary.
In this moment Wei Zhao entered a state of complete self-oblivion, his entire mind immersed in his dantian, using the essence that ceaselessly gathered to piece together the Nascent Soul bit by bit. At first there was only a rough outline, but as time passed, that outline imperceptibly grew clearer and clearer—from head to torso to limbs, taking shape little by little.
Yet just as the Nascent Soul was about to truly take form, the sculpting process ground to an abrupt halt. Wei Zhao's brows knitted slightly: he had run out of essence...
The greatest function of the Golden Core Fruit of Nascent Condensation was to draw out the essence hidden within the human body, and to supply essence as well. Under normal circumstances, condensing a Nascent Soul required only one such pill to be entirely sufficient—either success or failure, with no third possibility. For someone like Wei Zhao, who discovered halfway through sculpting his Nascent Soul that he had run short of essence, it was truly unprecedented.
There was no other reason: even for a superior Nascent Soul, others at most sculpted a few basic organs. Wei Zhao's, however, required not only every organ great and small, but not one blood vessel or meridian could be omitted—and every bit of it was condensed from essence. That he ran short was only natural.
Without hesitation Wei Zhao hurriedly swallowed a second Golden Core Fruit of Nascent Condensation, and essence once more poured ceaselessly into his dantian. Wei Zhao accordingly re-entered his state of self-oblivion. The great work of condensing the Nascent Soul had only just begun; sketching the outline earlier could be considered relatively easy—what came after was the truly mind-draining, high-difficulty labor.
Time trickled away, and Wei Zhao, immersed in the self-oblivious state of the Realm of Emptiness and Clarity, had no awareness of how long had passed—he was not even conscious of the changes occurring within his body. From first to last, all his mind was concentrated solely on the Nascent Soul, for that was the fundamental root of it all.