Capítulo 849: Chapter 845: Third Transition

As soon as the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion appeared, the entire mountain was within his control.

Through the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, he could manipulate the emotions and feelings of the entire mountain.

He could control all the Demon Beasts within the mountain, calming them or driving them into a frenzy, making them live or die.

Once they fell into a frenzy, they would fight each other relentlessly until they destroyed one another.

This feeling left him momentarily intoxicated, as if he were a Divine presence.

However, he had a Super Sense, making him immune to this Divine-like sensation.

In a moment, he regained his calm.

He sat cross-legged on a rock at the mountain peak, his Heart and Spirit internally reflecting, observing the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion.

The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion seemed to be crafted from gold, exquisite and with patterns unlike the current pavilions.

But it exuded a harmony and rhythm he had never seen in any structure.

This sense of harmony and rhythm left him involuntarily intoxicated, like admiring a masterpiece of calligraphy or an unrivaled painting.

In a trance, he lost track of the present and the passage of time.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he slowly awoke and suddenly let out a long, loud roar.

The roar rolled like tides, spreading in all directions.

In all directions, only his roar could be heard.

Yet within the area guarded by the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, the roar brought calmness where it passed.

He laughed heartily.

Unexpectedly, the Infinite Brightness Scripture had stepped into the Third Transition without his knowledge.

Previously it had been stuck at the Second Transition, with the Power of Soul already at its limit, unable to advance to the Third Transition.

It required sufficient realization.

But what exactly this realization was, no one knew; it differed for each person.

Now, he finally comprehended it, and naturally, he smoothly stepped into the Third Transition.

He let out several long laughs, releasing his joy.

He once again observed the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, carefully examining the Golden Small Building within the Yongquan acupoint.

He felt this Golden Small Building vaguely resembled the Golden Tower that was stuck in the governor and conception vessels during his cultivation in the Little Outer Heaven.

They were not the same object, and their shapes were different, appearing completely distinct at first glance.

Yet their unique rhythm made him feel a subtle resemblance.

It felt as if they were crafted by the same artisan.

How exactly were these kinds of Spiritual Objects forged?

In the Little Outer Heaven, the Golden Tower within his body was very peculiar, both illusory and real, not a tangible object, yet it could be destroyed by True Qi.

Suddenly, he had a flash of insight with a bizarre speculation.

Could it be that the Golden Towers within the bodies of the people in the Little Outer Heaven were projections?

Just like how he projected the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion on the other peaks.

Is there a kind of Spiritual Object in the world capable of projecting into the body of everyone in a Little Outer Heaven?

Is there such forceful power and a powerful Spiritual Treasure in the world?

He thought for a moment, eventually shaking his head.

He felt he still knew too little about this world, unable to determine its true power.

At least he hadn’t yet witnessed the power of the Spirit Venerable, had never encountered a Spirit Venerable.

Above the Spirit Venerable, is there an even greater power?

As he thought about this, he shook his head and suddenly frowned.

He noticed something unusual.

The surrounding green trees and grass had lost their greenness, turning pale yellow.

He frowned.

Could it be because of the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion?

But the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion only manipulated emotions, making Demon Beasts calm or frenzied, not affecting plants like this.

The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion extracts the power of the earth; could this cause the surrounding flora to be unable to sustain?

He released his Super Sense, rapidly expanding its range from twenty miles to a hundred miles.

Soon he discovered that even beyond the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion’s domain, plants were withering.

He wondered if it was a change in Heaven and Earth?

This is a Grotto Heaven, different from the outside world; are its Heaven and Earth laws also different?

He shook his head, ready to try manipulating these projections of the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion.

His actions suddenly halted.

A thought surged within him.

Could it be that he had been standing here for a long time?

Although he felt it had only been a moment, just an instant.

But that might not be true.

His body didn’t feel sore because his feet had been continuously drawing power from the earth, and a giant dragon in the Void was constantly pouring power to nourish his body.

He wasn’t hungry, likely because he kept activating the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record, or perhaps due to the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion.

The Super Sense abruptly reflected inward.

Seeing the state of his stomach, he was sure of his judgment.

Time had indeed passed for a long while.

While comprehending the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, he had ignored the flow of time.

If this Grotto Heaven also had four seasons, he should have arrived in spring, and now it had become autumn!

He felt this thought was absurd, too fanciful.

He hadn’t become immortal yet, couldn’t possibly stand here for months without food or drink.

Given his current Venerable Realm, going a month without food or drink should be no problem.

But several months, that he could not manage.

Suddenly, he felt a bit panicked, impatiently wanting to go out and verify his guess.

As soon as the thought arose, he turned around to leave.

As he passed, one by one, projections of the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion stood on the mountain peaks.

Not every mountain peak had a Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, but within a ten-mile radius, there would be one.

One Heavenly Illusion Pavilion could control all animals within a ten-mile radius.

A ten-mile radius became the domain of the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion.

And that was also his domain.

After twenty projections, he stopped to avoid his Mental State expanding uncontrollably.

Every time he projected a Heavenly Illusion Pavilion’s shadow, he felt a stronger sense of Divinity.

After twenty projections, he found it difficult to contain this expanding Divine feeling.

So he resolutely abandoned continuing to project further.

He shook his head inwardly.

It seemed his Mental State was still not solid enough.

The key was, although the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion had been subdued by him and became a part of him, he still didn’t fully understand it.

How could he know it wouldn’t turn against him? Even though his intuition hadn’t warned him, he didn’t dare completely relax.

The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion is adept at illusions; perhaps he hadn’t felt danger because he was already in its Illusion Realm.

He stood once again at the foot of the mountain with the giant stone pierced by the Ancient Sword, looking up.

He turned his head to look into the distance, where a pavilion on a mountain peak slowly disappeared.

The original twenty pavilions became nineteen.

Then, next to the giant stone with the Ancient Sword, a pavilion slowly appeared.

Veiled in white clouds, floating and ethereal.

Chu Zhiyuan’s spirit was invigorated.

Originally unclear through Insight, upon casting the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion’s shadow, he could see clearly.

The giant stone and the mountain peak were one, their aura interconnected, and so were the Ancient Sword and the giant stone.

The giant stone absorbed the earth’s power, continuously pouring it into the Ancient Sword.

Like a bottomless abyss, the Ancient Sword consumed the earth’s power without change.

Through the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, Chu Zhiyuan seemed to see the true form of the Ancient Sword.

Upon this Ancient Sword stood an even larger Sword Shadow, three meters high and half a meter wide.

The sword was slender, covered in patterns, vaguely forming a word.

Chu Zhiyuan saw this word, inscribed in Divine Language.

It read “Swift”.

In his eyes, the word “Swift” was composed of countless twisting lines, each a scene of Breaking Sky.

The Sword Posture broke the sky, arriving in an instant, unstoppable, swiftly breaking through all barriers.

This Divine Language required specific traits to bear, and this sword capable of carrying the power of the Divine Language was evidently not an Iron Sword.

With the blessing of this Divine Language, the sword’s speed would be beyond imagination.

Unfortunately, it is now broken, silent.

Desire rose in his heart.

Could he also subdue it, merge it with himself?