Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

All living things, from plants and trees to flowers, birds, fish, and insects, possess a spirit. The Myriad Spirits Technique builds upon this foundation, allowing the cultivator's spirit to communicate and interact with the spirits of all things in a unique way, thereby acquiring the characteristics of all things and various profound cultivation methods.

In the past, this method had always worked, but the effect varied depending on the object to which the spirit was attached. However, this time, Yu Changsheng failed for the first time, and there was no feedback at all.

"If it failed to restore the spirit of a powerful being, that would be one thing, but it's just ordinary weeds, how could it fail, and I can't even sense any emotional feedback?"

Yu Changsheng frowned, pondering for a moment, and once again activated the Myriad Spirits Festival. This time, he held his breath and concentrated completely, pouring all his mind into it, but the result was still the same, still completely ineffective.

"How could this be? The spirit passed right through me; there was neither a sense of cleanliness nor a feeling of repulsion. Why is that?"

Yu Changsheng frowned, muttering to himself in a puzzled tone. He sensed the sensation more carefully, and after a long while, he exhaled a deep breath. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he made a guess.

"Logically speaking, as long as it is a complete individual of all things in the world, then restoring its spirit will have an effect. Whether it is close to the texture or repulsed by the texture, there is an emotional feedback."

"This concerns proof of their very existence as beings of the origin, but here..."

Yu Changsheng's lips twitched as he fell into deep thought, his mind still churning.

"It's as if everything here is devoid of spirit; it's illusory and unreal." Yu Changsheng sighed softly, his brows relaxing before furrowing even deeper.

"How could this be? Does this explanation even make sense?"

Thinking this, Yu Changsheng, while deep in thought, bent down and casually pulled out the weeds under his feet, held them in his palm, and gently rubbed them.

These weeds, unlike anything else in the outside world, felt exactly the same to the touch. The solid, serrated chain gently scraped against Yu Changsheng's skin, causing an itchy sensation.

However, compared to the grass outside, these weeds grow much more luxuriantly in this environment, and their spiritual energy content is also increasing. Apart from that, there is no difference in appearance.

So, Yu Changsheng thought for a moment, and with a thought, the Myriad Spirits Technique began to operate wildly, mixed with a bit of his own true spirit, and guided by his divine sense, spreading along the weeds in his hand to the depths, peeling away the tendons and bones bit by bit, directly seeing the source.

"I'll see then what the mystery is."

Yu Changsheng murmured softly, his mind becoming even more absorbed in it, seeping into it little by little. As if parting the clouds, a sense of clarity washed over him, and every detail and texture of the grass was imprinted in his mind on the wall. However, in comparison, the people were extremely similar to the outside world, with nothing particularly special about them.

"Continue, I refuse to believe it. How can something that merely exists without spirit or origin endure?!"

Yu Changsheng inwardly cried out, his heart hardening. Ignoring the depletion of his divine soul, his true spirit continued to frantically probe the essence of the Myriad Spirits Technique. He could not feel any resonance from the Myriad Spirits Technique on this grass, neither repulsion nor affinity. This made Yu Changsheng even more certain of his guess.

So Yu Changsheng went a step further. When everything about this grass was exposed to Yu Changsheng's mind in great detail, Yu Changsheng's true spirit continued to penetrate, wanting to replace the grass's essence, to replace its origin, and to experience the world from the grass's perspective. At this moment, something changed.

A slight tremor traveled through Yu Changsheng's soul and consciousness. A thin mist stretched between Yu Changsheng and the weeds, blocking the true spirit between Yu Changsheng and the grass, preventing the true spirit from completely merging, and emitting a faint sense of repulsion.

This sense of rejection did not emanate from the grass itself, but rather came from all things in the world, from all directions, blocking Yu Changsheng and emitting rejection, hindering Yu Changsheng from controlling the true spirit origin and completely merging with the grass, replacing it, without any emotion.

This repulsion is merely a mechanical repetition, seemingly an instinctive execution of a certain procedure, driven by the rules.

Seeing this, Yu Changsheng's eyes flashed, but he didn't care. He couldn't sense any threat from this feeling of rejection, so he didn't hesitate. After calming his mind and replenishing his true spirit, he ignored the feeling of rejection and continued to crash into the membrane.

As expected, the membrane concealing the ferocity of Changsheng disintegrated instantly upon its violent impact with Changsheng, offering no resistance whatsoever.

"snort……"

Whether it was Yu Changsheng's imagination or not, at the moment the membrane shattered, a faint, invisible cold snort seemed to echo from nothingness, vanishing in an instant and erasing all traces, disappearing without a trace. A trace of bewilderment flashed in Yu Changsheng's eyes, as if it had never existed.

Yu Changsheng didn't notice this; at this moment, all his attention was focused on the true nature of the grass after the membrane was broken.

"This is..." Yu Changsheng murmured, pursing his lips as he carefully sensed it. A hint of doubt appeared on his face.

In his perception, after the membrane broke, everything about the grass ceased to exist, becoming an illusion, as if countless points of light had scattered, revealing only one real form among them.

At this moment, there was a tiny green line. This line was short, fine, and almost imperceptible. If it weren't for Yu Changsheng's keen and deep spiritual sense, he wouldn't have been able to sense it at all.

"Though seemingly ordinary, it is nonetheless impossible to ignore..."

Yu Changsheng muttered to himself, feeling the attraction emanating from the patterns, and had some doubts and guesses.

In his perception, the pattern, though small, was dazzlingly brilliant, as if it were a tiny fraction of the tip of a drop of ink that had slipped from the brush of creation, a tiny, insignificant detail that could not be ignored, forming every blade of grass and every tree in this world.

These patterns seemed to possess a life essence. As Yu Changsheng focused his attention and concentrated his senses, they suddenly began to move slightly, their undulations resembling breathing. With each pulsation and breath, countless intangible and formless things from heaven and earth poured into them, adding a touch of haziness.

It's indescribable, inexplicable, as if separated by something, yet one can sense its mystery; it seems that this is the essence of the world.

"That's interesting..."

Yu Changsheng's eyes lit up, and his true spirit gently touched it. Instantly, his body trembled, and the world around him was completely different.

"BOOM!!!"

It was as if a floodgate had been opened, and just as Yu Changsheng's true spirit came into direct contact with these patterns, using them as a springboard to observe the entire world...

Heaven and earth, all things, wind and water, flowing clouds, grass, trees, mountains and rocks... everything echoes and responds to this pattern, each bursting forth with brilliant light, radiating a mysterious aura, each different, giving people a sense of awe, and when they converge, they become the essence of this world.

Yu Changsheng was bewildered, instinctively sensing that the world was completely different, everything had dissipated, and only lines of varying lengths, quantities and colors remained, each faintly shimmering, contained within all things in heaven and earth, their very origin.

The whole world is made up of these millions of lines, some ethereal, some substantial, some dim, and mine is brilliant.

Some of the patterns, even just a distant glance at by Yu Changsheng, instantly sent a tearing sensation through his mind, causing his entire sea of ​​consciousness to tremble, as if he could not look directly at them or bear it.

It felt like an instant, yet also like a thousand years. Yu Changsheng was in a daze until his body swayed and Li Minghan's concerned voice came from outside. Only then did Yu Changsheng snap out of his daze and wake up as if from a dream.

"Chang Sheng, Chang Sheng, wake up! What's wrong with you??"

Upon hearing Li Minghan's concerned voice, he vigorously shook Yu Changsheng's arm. Yu Changsheng's mind was shaken, and his body felt dizzy from the shaking. He slowly opened his eyes, a trace of confusion flashing in them. The first thing he saw was Li Minghan's concerned and worried face.

"What...what's wrong with me?"

After a long while, Yu Changsheng recovered and asked softly.

"What's wrong with you? You've been staring at a blade of grass for ages without reacting at all. What's wrong with you?"

Li Minghan patted his chest, watched Yu Changsheng wake up, and slowly exhaled, feeling slightly relieved, though his tone still carried worry.

"Me...?"

Yu Changsheng remained silent, blinked hard, and after clearing the chaos in his mind, the scene from before gathered in his mind and his thoughts became completely clear.

"Yeah, what's so interesting about this plant that you stared at it so intently, even losing your breath? It startled me."

Meng Wu'an also let out a long breath, looked at Yu Changsheng, a strange look flashing in his eyes, and spoke with a hint of curiosity.

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Upon hearing this, Yu Changsheng remained silent and carefully recalled the words. After a moment, he exhaled deeply and said with a hint of uncertainty in his voice:

"Just now, it seems I glimpsed the true nature of this Enlightenment Realm?"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Li Minghan and Meng Wu'an were both stunned. The former scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, while the latter took a deep breath and looked at Yu Changsheng with a surprised expression.

"What happened?"

Li Minghan immediately asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know the specifics, but I think it might be related to this opportunity we've had?"

Yu Changsheng said succinctly, his expression shifting. He reached out and beckoned a short distance ahead, and a white rabbit was drawn from a patch of weeds, landing steadily on Yu Changsheng's palm.

"Sizzle..."

The white rabbit tried to kick its two little legs in the air, sliding through the air, but it was all in vain. So it could only squeak in fear, its red eyes looking at Yu Changsheng with a pleading look in them.

Yu Changsheng smiled lightly, feeling the considerable spiritual energy he had just consumed. After a moment's thought, he reached out a finger and gently tapped the little white rabbit's forehead. He activated the Myriad Spirits Technique, initiating the spirit attachment and directly entering the rabbit's mind.

Perhaps influenced by the aura of the Myriad Spirits Technique on Yu Changsheng's body, the little white rabbit also calmed down, no longer moving around restlessly, but remaining peaceful, unlike ordinary little white rabbits.

Meanwhile, Meng Wu'an and Li Minghan, who were watching from the side, narrowed their eyes and stared at the little white rabbit, their eyes filled with disbelief, and murmured to themselves:

"It's really strange. No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary animal with the most ordinary bloodline."

"It's not a spirit beast, just a small animal from the mountains, but judging from its aura, it has the strength of a fifth-level first-tier world... That's really strange."

"Are all the beings in this Enlightenment Realm like this...? I feel that their power levels are somewhat different from those in the outside world?"

Meng Wu'an was puzzled, and so was Li Minghan. They could only continue to observe, carefully examining Yu Changsheng's movements without disturbing him.

Yu Changsheng closed his eyes, his mind completely immersed in it. As the true spirit broke through all obstacles with unstoppable force, the little white rabbit rolled its eyes, a look of confusion flashing across its face, and then stopped moving.

In Yu Changsheng's mind, as his true spirit broke through, the Myriad Spirits Technique began to operate wildly, and Yu Changsheng's true spirit power was being consumed rapidly. He pushed through the clouds and mist until he encountered a membrane again, which prevented his true spirit from penetrating.

This thin film, similar to that of the weed from last time, also unleashed a repulsive force. However, it was clear that this repulsive force was much stronger, a world of difference. Even Yu Changsheng felt a slight pressure from it.

At this moment, the weeds and the rabbit are worlds apart in weight.

Yu Changsheng frowned, gritted his teeth slightly, and felt this thin membrane. Now that things had come to this, it was impossible for it to fade away. So, the Myriad Spirits Technique was activated even more frantically, and the power of the true spirit condensed into a ball and slammed into this thin membrane!

Boom!

Upon impact, the membrane trembled instantly, a crack spreading across it. Yu Changsheng felt dizzy and disoriented, and drops of scarlet blood kept seeping from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, his face flushed.

"continue!"

Yu Changsheng roared, his face hardening, suppressing the surging of his true spirit, and continued to ram into this thin membrane, again and again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Cracks spread, and finally, after several consecutive bombardments, the membrane could not hold on and shattered with a crash. As the membrane broke open, a sense of transparency swept over Yu Changsheng's mind.

Beneath the thin membrane, its true essence was revealed, which turned out to be a mysterious pattern.

However, this pattern is much deeper and more solid than that of weeds. It is entirely white, undulating, and occasionally glimmers. Compared to the patterns in weeds, which are just dots, this one can be considered a line.

Yu Changsheng knew that this difference was related to their different life levels. Weeds were clearly no match for rabbits.

So, Yu Changsheng suppressed the fatigue in his true spirit, looked at the pattern, frowned, and sensed its aura. A vague concept suddenly emerged.

"speed…??"

Yu Changsheng was surprised. (End of Chapter)