Chapter 277 - 272: A Shower of Endless Inspiration

Song Ciwan looked at the character "Forbidden" before her, a little surprised, but even more so, an endless stream of inspiration erupted within her like a volcano.

She beckoned, and the ball of Tribulation Thunder trapped by the "Forbidden" character twisted and flew to her side.

Song Ciwan reached out and clenched her fist. The "Forbidden" character burst apart in her hand, and the aftershocks of the Tribulation Thunder exploded along with it.

The Thunder Fire Body Devouring Technique activated, rapidly absorbing the Tribulation Thunder.

Song Ciwan’s body didn’t suffer the slightest harm; the current Three-Nine Thunder Tribulation couldn’t hurt her yet.

But soon, on the fisherman’s side, all nine bolts of the third round of Tribulation Thunder had finished striking.

The fourth round of the Thunder Tribulation continued to brew. By this time, the fisherman’s body was already covered in red lines, and even his face had thin red threads extending across it—

He had stopped chanting his incantation, now only repeating the same final phrase over and over: "Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother, help me form my Pill. Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother, help me form my Pill..."

The fourth round’s first bolt of Tribulation Thunder crashed down.

RUMBLE, CRASH—

The red threads on the fisherman’s body surged wildly, weaving together in mid-air to form a giant protective umbrella that blocked the bolt of Tribulation Thunder!

Consequently, Song Ciwan was also protected by this umbrella and no longer had to endure the aftershocks of the Tribulation Thunder.

Inspiration surged even more fiercely in Song Ciwan’s heart. She raised her hand and wrote again, this time creating the character for "Wood"!

After the "Wood" character formed, a thin vine suddenly grew from beneath Song Ciwan’s feet as she stood at the boat’s prow.

The vine snaked upwards, and the two small green shoots at its tip suddenly pushed up, blooming into a small, moon-white flower.

The small flower was delicate and charming. Although created by Song Ciwan’s Magic, it seemed to possess a spirituality of its own.

When Song Ciwan looked down at the small flower, the bud suddenly moved forward, swaying its stem and leaves to nudge gently against her hand.

It was almost absurdly amusing!

Song Ciwan was startled. With a flicker of her thoughts, the "Wood" character dissipated.

Soon after, the vine at her feet vanished along with her dismissal of the "Wood" character.

Meanwhile, the fisherman faced the third bolt of the Four-Nine Thunder Tribulation—

Of course, to be precise, the fisherman wasn’t actually struck by the lightning; all the thunderbolts were blocked by the giant umbrella made of red threads.

The fisherman sat cross-legged beneath the giant umbrella and suddenly opened his mouth.

A ball of red light shot out of the fisherman’s mouth, abruptly passed through the giant umbrella of thin threads, and leaped to a position above it.

The fourth bolt of the Four-Nine Thunder Tribulation was then directly borne by this ball of red light—the fisherman’s Golden Core!

BOOM!

As the thunderbolt fell, the fisherman’s body trembled violently beneath the umbrella, while the Golden Core above it suddenly stirred.

The next moment, the red light on the Golden Core began to contract inward!

It was clear that this Golden Core was undergoing a wondrous transformation under the barrage of thunderbolts.

The red light contracted, and the Golden Core trembled nonstop, each tremor filled with spirituality.

Witnessing all this, Song Ciwan couldn’t help but extend her hand again. This time, she wrote the character for "Forest."

After the "Forest" character formed, a row of small trees, just as tall as she was, WHOOSHED into existence on the boat’s deck in front of her!

The small trees grew before her, forming what looked like a sturdy wooden shield, blocking all potential dangers in front of her.

Now, Song Ciwan was even less able to feel the aftershocks of the Thunder Tribulation.

Her Thunder Fire Body Devouring Technique could no longer continue its Cultivation, but the rhythm of the Dao kept flashing in Song Ciwan’s mind.

One after another, these Dao rhythms formed wondrous seal characters, which in turn seemed to become a bridge for communication between humanity and the heavens and earth.

They fluttered and danced through Song Ciwan’s mind, allowing her to bypass all the complexities she had previously learned. In this moment, she seemed to possess a wondrous inspiration, a direct line of communication with the heavens and earth.

After the "Forest" character, Song Ciwan wrote another character.

This time, it was "Display."

What kind of "Display"?

It was the "display" in "to display." Just as when Song Ciwan had first killed someone, the thought in her heart at that moment was: ’Display the thunder in my hand, and smite the injustice in my heart!’

This character, "Display," was about releasing all that could be released.

When this "Display" character formed and Song Ciwan crushed it in her hand, she suddenly had a feeling: from now on, as long as she became Skilled enough in casting various kinds of Magic, she would probably no longer need to perform those complicated Finger Techniques.

With this "Display" character, Song Ciwan now possessed the ability to cast magic with a single thought!

With a stir of her heart, a gust of wind suddenly rose.

Mixed within the sound of the wind was the sound of thunder. This was the Wind and Thunder Skill of the Five Thunders Righteous Method.

The Wind and Thunder Skill was both an Attack method and a method for achieving great speed.

What is thunder?

Thunder is light.

And the fastest speed in the world should be the speed of light!

The fisherman’s Golden Core still floated above the giant umbrella of red threads, and the restraining force on the small boat was still ever-present.

BOOM!

The seventh bolt of the fourth round of Tribulation Thunder struck down.

At this moment, Song Ciwan was suddenly struck by a flash of insight. She didn’t need to chant an incantation, perform a Finger Technique, or even deliberately channel her True Qi.

The Wind and Thunder Skill unfurled. Standing at the prow, Song Ciwan took a graceful step forward. With that single step, she crossed beyond the boat’s confinement. A flash of lightning followed behind her, and in the next moment, she appeared directly on the opposite bank of the river!

BOOM!

At the same time, the eighth bolt of the fourth round of Tribulation Thunder fell.

But Song Ciwan had already floated gracefully ashore. It turned out she didn’t need the boat to cross; she could get to the bank on her own.

This side of the bank was precisely the Yanling Town the fisherman had mentioned earlier.

Standing on the shore and watching the fisherman undergo his tribulation was another, completely new experience.

Song Ciwan suddenly realized that all the pores on her body seemed to have opened. She could clearly sense the dense Spiritual Qi in the air—yes, Spiritual Qi, not Vitality.

If asked what the specific difference was between Spiritual Qi and Vitality, Song Ciwan couldn’t really say, but at this moment, she could subtly feel that they were indeed different.

If she had to make a comparison, perhaps Spiritual Qi was purer, while Vitality was more encompassing.

Song Ciwan didn’t rush to actively absorb the surrounding Spiritual Qi, but simply allowed the dense energy to seep into the pores of her skin on its own.

As the Spiritual Qi entered her, the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting within her body began to circulate gently, neither hurried nor slow. It gradually refined this Spiritual Qi into True Qi.

For some reason, Song Ciwan breathed a sigh of relief.

The knowledge that Spiritual Qi could be converted into True Qi seemed to instantly calm Song Ciwan’s restless heart.

At that moment, the fisherman on the boat began to face the ninth bolt of the fourth round of the Thunder Tribulation.

This bolt of Tribulation Thunder was different from all the previous ones; it brewed in the thunderclouds for an extra moment.

The giant red umbrella was still above the fisherman’s head, but he had risen from his cross-legged position to his feet.

His mouth was open, as if he were silently saying something to the sky.

BOOM!

The thunderbolt fell.

The Golden Core above the giant umbrella shot upward, meeting the Tribulation Thunder head-on.

RUMBLE—the Golden Core was bathed in the lightning, tumbling and rolling within it.

All the red light surrounding the Golden Core contracted completely. Finally, the lightning dissipated, and the red glow on the Golden Core also vanished entirely.

All the clamor in the sky disappeared. The perfectly round Golden Core transformed in mid-air into a reddish-brown Elixir Pill and suddenly plunged downward.

The fisherman tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and caught the falling Elixir Pill, swallowing it into his belly.

The thunder subsided and the clouds dispersed. A wondrous rain of light began to fall from the sky. The fisherman spread his arms in the light rain. The giant net of red threads above his head descended, landing on him in an instant and once again taking the form of a straw rain cape.