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As time went by, Wang Heng mastered more and more ancient characters, one thousand... ten thousand... one hundred thousand...
Each ancient character represents a rule and expounds a great principle. They move according to Wang Heng's will, flow in the void, and linger around him.
At the beginning, there were only a few wisps, which gradually became dense and formed the fog of Tao, emitting a rumbling sound that was deafening.
Later, it formed into something like a spider web, wrapping Wang Heng's body.
He himself had also fallen into the deepest level of enlightenment, with his eyes slightly closed, his brows glowing, and the blood in his body flowing like a rushing river. The sound of murmuring scriptures could be heard. This was the power contained in the Immortal King's bloodline, which was being stimulated at this moment.
If there were any practitioners of Taoism here, they would definitely be able to see that this is a cocoon of Taoism.
In this state, the ability of living beings to understand the truth increases by dozens or even hundreds of times.
This is the case with Wang Heng. His limit was originally to comprehend ten ancient characters at a time, and he needed to defeat the Dao creatures that were transformed from the ancient characters. But now, with the Dao cocoon, his speed of comprehending the characters has greatly increased.
I saw starlight falling from the galaxy above the sky from time to time, heading straight for the Dao cocoon. When it was almost approaching, it turned into ancient characters, merged into the cocoon, and flowed into Wang Heng's heart.
At this speed, the number of ancient characters he mastered increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ordinary creatures, if they do not have the foundation of cultivation, have no possibility of comprehending the words of the Great Dao. Even if they cultivate the Dao, the speed of comprehension is very limited. Moreover, they will not be able to digest too much when they bite off more than they can chew. After reaching a certain number, they will reach saturation and need to improve their cultivation again before they can continue to practice.
But Wang Heng was an exception. The blood of the Immortal King's own son gave him terrifying power and foundation. It was like a bottomless pit. He absorbed as many ancient characters as he could, and there was no such thing as saturation.
This is undoubtedly astonishing. Before even cultivating the Tao, he has already mastered so many ancient Taoist words and characters. This is extremely rare in the vast history of the entire primitive ancient world, and not many creatures can do it.
Perhaps even the evil man in the realm of True Immortal did not expect that Wang Heng would be so amazing. If he knew the situation here, he would be dumbfounded.
Because according to common sense, even a powerful person like the son of an Immortal King could not understand the true meaning of so many great principles in such a short time.
An unknown amount of time had passed, but the temple gradually calmed down. No more stars fell, and no creatures transformed from the true meaning of the Dao howled to the sky. Everything returned to peace.
Suddenly, a crisp "click" sound was heard, originating from where Wang Heng was.
The Taoist cocoon around his body broke.
The Tao, which was originally illusory, has now become substantial and become a real shell.
This is a manifestation of the success of the Great Dao, representing that living beings have a deep understanding of the Great Dao, which is extremely rare and will have a huge impact on the future of living beings.
The fragments of the Taoist cocoon cracked and broke apart, revealing the situation inside.
A thin figure was sitting quietly, motionless, as if he was in a deep sleep. It was Wang Heng, who had achieved enlightenment.
At this moment, his body was covered with ancient characters, including on his face, neck, arms, legs... so densely packed that they were countless. Each ancient character was very small, dozens or hundreds of times smaller than an ant.
They were arranged and combined together in a special form, echoing the surging blood, reflecting a supreme scripture, engraved in Wang Heng's eyes. There were more than one hundred words in total, revealing a supreme momentum, high above, incomparable majesty, unspeakable and unspeakable.
This was certainly not what Wang Heng did. With his current strength and attainments, it was impossible for him to create such a forbidden scripture relying on the most basic ancient characters he had just mastered.
The source of everything comes from Wang Heng’s Immortal King bloodline.
Relying on the Cocoon of Tao, he sped up his comprehension and in just a short period of time he had memorized the millions of ancient immortal characters.
This built the most solid soil for his Taoism and also became the key to unlock the treasure buried deep in his blood.
The forbidden scripture that emerged from the body was none other than the most powerful secret technique of the Wang Family Immortal King, the Chaos-Quelling Technique, one of the three supreme sword techniques.
From the moment Wang Heng was born, the inheritance had been imprinted in his body through the power of his blood.
When Wang Heng achieves a certain achievement or meets the triggering conditions, this supreme secret technique that even the Immortal King is excited about will automatically appear and be learned by Wang Heng.
He quickly realized the complexity of this passage.
Because he didn't recognize any of the ancient characters recorded in the forbidden scriptures, neither the structure nor the true meaning of the Tao contained in them were something that a novice in cultivation like him could comprehend.
If I am not mistaken, every ancient character in the forbidden scripture is condensed from tens of thousands of the most basic ancient characters. The true meaning of the great Dao it expounds is powerful, mysterious, and unimaginable.
Just as Wang Heng was marveling at the profoundness and ingenuity of this scripture, the small characters in the scripture actually moved, crawling quickly like a worm and gathering towards a point.
In this process, ancient characters collide and merge with each other to form more profound ancient characters.
The scripture, which originally consisted of only more than a hundred ancient characters, was condensed into dozens in an instant, and then without stopping, it merged into ten ancient characters, each of which was shining brightly, as if it was made of fairy gold. Ancient characters like these, if released at random, could form a powerful inheritance that would not be cut off for tens of millions of years.
Wang Heng stared at the ten ancient characters without looking away, trying to comprehend the true meaning. But unfortunately, he had no clue at all. They were too profound. Only by truly embarking on the path of cultivation and having a deeper understanding of the Tao would it be possible to comprehend this forbidden ancient scripture.
Chapter 12: Soul Sword
At this moment, ten ancient characters that condensed the essence of the Great Dao began to tremble violently and emitted extremely sharp beams of light.
Wang Heng's eyes immediately became bright, like two shining suns in the sky.
"Buzz!"
After a slight sound, the ten ancient characters suddenly merged into one, forming an indescribable black font.
It was very quiet and did not make any sound. Its pitch-black surface looked solemn and dignified, as if it was made of some black metal. It was also very complex. Every inch of its structure could be broken down into basic ancient characters, and the number of characters it could contain was astronomical.
Seeing this scene, Wang Heng was shocked. The ten ancient characters just now were already complicated enough, and he could not understand even a little bit of them. Now, they were integrated into such an amazing ancient character. It was really unimaginable.
It is like the incarnation of Tao, with an extremely rich Taoist charm flowing throughout its body. It is also like the starting point for the birth of all things, able to create the world.
Suddenly, Wang Heng's eyes flashed, his expression was surprised and stunned. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he mistook the black ancient characters for a black seed.
When I looked again, it was really like that. There were no black ancient characters, only a black seed with the aura of the Great Dao lying there quietly.
"In this case, the supreme magic formula can also be used as a Tao seed." Wang Heng muttered to himself and guessed so.
Just as he was thinking about it, the black seeds changed again. The seed coat fell off in large pieces, revealing the contents inside.
It was a small black sword, just floating there quietly, which made people feel uneasy and anxious, as if it would kill them at any moment.
Wang Heng could even feel the sharp edge coming from the black sword, which could instantly plunge him into eternal silence, leaving only his body in the world.
This is the Chaos-Quelling Technique, the supreme sword technique that even the Immortal Kings desire to obtain. Of course, for now, its name is still the Soul Sword Technique.
"Suppress the rebellion!"
Wang Heng whispered.
Thinking back to the chaotic ancient era of the perfect world, Shi Hao tried every means to obtain this supreme sword technique, but in the end it was fruitless. It has always been passed down from generation to generation in the Wang family, with the only exception being Wang Changsheng, and then it was mastered by the nine-headed monster on the dark side.
Now, he has it at his fingertips. The forbidden scripture is hidden in his blood. When the conditions are met, it can be activated and appear before his eyes.
He couldn't help but get a little excited, this was the Art of Quelling Rebellion, the supreme secret technique of the soul, when one sword was struck, heaven and earth would be silent, humans and ghosts would die, and the chaotic world would be put to rest.
At this moment, the black seed coats had completely fallen off and piled up on the ground. Their essence was the ancient characters of the Great Dao. After supplying all the essence to the core sword body, the other things were considered dross and disappeared with the wind. Only the black sword body remained suspended in Wang Heng's eyes.
From the outside, there is nothing special about this small black sword. It is completely black, with no profound lines or mysterious patterns. It looks ordinary, plain and unpretentious.
However, no one dares to underestimate it, because the sword of the soul is specifically used to cut the soul, which is the weakest point of most cultivators. Everyone is afraid of it and everyone is wary of it.
Wang Heng couldn't help but stretch out his mental hand to stroke the sword. This was undoubtedly a huge treasure, and would be one of his reliances in the future to roam the ancient world and the heavens.
He successfully completed the study of millions of ancient immortal characters and also opened up the inheritance of the art of pacifying rebellion in his blood. This journey of enlightenment brought him tremendous gains, and it laid the most solid foundation for his future practice.
Wang Heng let out a long breath and stood up from his cross-legged sitting position. At this moment, he was much stronger than before he entered the Preaching Hall. He understood the most basic application of the words of the Tao. His whole body was surrounded by ethereal immortal energy, mysterious and unpredictable, with a kind of immortal aura.
His long black hair was draped over his shoulders, his eyes were deep and hard to see through, his face was as handsome as jade, his bones were excellent, and his bearing was extraordinary. Even though he was only ten years old, no one dared to underestimate him.
"The blood power of the Immortal King's son is truly terrifying. I have already mastered almost all the basic ancient characters."
Wang Heng exclaimed, then took a step towards the huge silver-white metal door.
"Boom!"
Sensing Wang Heng's approach, the metal door automatically opened, leaving a gap wide enough for a person to pass through.
When he walked out, the two huge doors slowly closed again.
The evil man who was in the realm of True Immortality had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw Wang Heng coming out, he immediately went to greet him.
As an immortal creature, his vision was naturally very penetrating and he instantly noticed the changes in Wang Heng.
Compared to before entering the Preaching Hall, Wang Heng is no longer a blank sheet of paper at this moment, but a blank and magnificent painting, just waiting for ink to be splashed on it and dyed with brilliant colors.
His eyes lit up, and he said with a smile on his face, "Congratulations, young master, you have achieved great success."
Wang Heng's face was calm. Even though the person talking to him was a true immortal, his status was far higher than the other party, so it didn't matter if he didn't respond.
However, he already knew in advance that the Wang family would decline, and if he showed off now, it might lead to bad consequences in the future.
He smiled slightly and replied, "I have indeed gained a lot this time, and my predecessors have also contributed a lot. When my father returns, Wang Heng will mention this matter."
Hearing Wang Heng say this, the evil man's heart was already in turmoil, because it involved the Immortal King, and even with the wisdom of a true immortal it was difficult to remain calm.
"Sir, you have said too much. This is what I should do. By the way, you don't have to call me senior. Just call me by my name.
Back then, I was just a human being who was stuck in the supreme realm and had difficulty becoming an immortal. Later, by chance, I joined the Wang family and received unimaginable cultivation. Only then did I cross the chasm, advance into the immortal path, and become a true immortal.
Since then, I changed my last name to follow the Immortal King, and you can just call me Wang Mian." The evil man said respectfully.
If the young man in front of him was just a descendant of the Immortal King after countless generations, then he, a true immortal, would not have to treat him like this. But the fact is, he is the real son of the Immortal King, and his status is so high that it is unimaginable.
From the outside world, there are so many true immortals guarding Wang Heng that they are in short supply. After all, who doesn’t want to be close to a supreme immortal king?
Unexpectedly, Wang Heng shook his head.
"In the path of cultivation, attainment comes first. I haven't even planted the seeds of the Tao. When I face a strong man who has already reached the immortal path, I naturally have to call him a senior."
Wang Mian wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Heng.
"Senior, you don't need to say anything. I have my own judgment."
Seeing this, Wang Mian said nothing more and could only follow Wang Heng's wishes.
However, he was confused. Before his talent awakened, that is, before he lost his memory, Wang Heng's personality was not like this. A loss of memory caused a drastic change in his personality.
Chapter 13: Pulse-killing Pill
"Senior, now that I have mastered most of the ancient characters, I should be able to cultivate the Tao, right?"
At this time, Wang Heng, who was walking in front, asked.
After comprehending the ancient immortal characters that were as vast as the ocean, he witnessed the grandeur and magic of this world of gods and demons. He became even more excited about the path of cultivation and naturally wanted to achieve enlightenment as soon as possible.
Although the term "seeding the way" is unfamiliar and completely different from the first realm of the present-world law in the ancient era of chaos, "moving blood", Wang Heng can understand its meaning.
"Zhong Dao", as the name suggests, means to plant seeds and begin to realize the Dao, which has the meaning of an initial beginning.
It should be noted that the essence of the ancient immortal method is to choose a suitable Tao seed and merge with it, starting from the time when the creature is the weakest, accompanying it all the way, growing together, and finally merging with the Tao, entering the realm of the ultimate Tao, and then ascending to immortality in one fell swoop.
Therefore, the importance of Tao seeds is self-evident. For this reason, there is a saying that was circulated in the ancient era of immortals: possessing a perfect seed is equivalent to controlling one's own destiny.
Wang Mian heard this, and after a moment of hesitation, he responded, "Don't worry about the cultivation of the Dao, young master. I see that your current state is not the best. It should be because you have just comprehended a large number of ancient characters and have not yet completely digested them.