Chapter 1777 - 143: Spirit Platform True Self Technique Breakthrough, Spiritual Sense

Li River Water Palace.

Above the waterside pavilion.

Jiang Ning sat cross-legged here, his eyes slightly closed, Heart Spirit already sinking into his body.

Deep within the Spirit Platform, that Primordial Spirit whose face was exactly the same as his sat cross-legged in the void, faint black-and-white mysterious light coiling around him.

At his glabella there existed an extremely fine silver line; that was the True Spirit mark, the mark of the True Spirit fusing with himself.

At this moment, as his mind moved, his consciousness merged with the Primordial Spirit.

Boom—

Within the Spirit Platform, it was as though heaven and earth were first being opened, chaos exploding.

The entire Spirit Platform Space at this instant began to quake and tremble; the Primordial Spirit’s eyes suddenly snapped open,

the left eye seeming to contain a blazing white Great Sun, the right eye seeming to contain a cold, clear, ghostly moon; sun and moon shining together, illuminating the entire Spirit Platform.

Jiang Ning felt his consciousness being elevated without limit, as though rising from the mortal dust into the Ninth Heaven, overlooking all heaven and earth.

He saw a phantom long river emerge around him, waves surging, golden sand swept along with the tide.

When he raised his head, he could not see the river’s surface.

When he lowered his head, he could not see the river’s bottom.

He could only see the countless currents of water mixed with golden sand, see within the river the innumerable fine, scattered points of white light.

He knew that those points of white light were True Spirit fragments.

At this moment, countless billions of tiny points of white light drifted within the waters like a sky full of stars, arising and perishing.

Under the backdrop of these innumerable points of white light, the phantom long river he was in seemed like the mythic Milky Way that hangs inverted above the Nine Heavens, a night-sky dome spanning the vault of heaven.

"So this is the transformation after merging with the Primordial Spirit?!!"

Jiang Ning’s heart was shaken.

In his previous cultivation, he could only rely on the power of his Divine Soul to sense the existence of the long river of time, to observe himself, to capture the True Spirit fragments around him and fuse them into his body to strengthen his True Spirit; the efficiency was limited.

But now, under the reflection of the Primordial Spirit, his own dimension seemed elevated, his vantage transcendent.

The True Spirit fragments he could see were as many as the sky-full stars within billions of star rivers.

He moved his mind slightly, his heart empty and clear, observing himself.

In an instant, he felt as if he were emitting a hazy spiritual radiance.

That light was incomparably unique, manifesting within that phantom long river.

In the dusky river waters, that light, though veiled like misty gauze and seeming indistinct, was yet so conspicuous, forming a point of faint light within the gloom.

In a flash.

The white lights drifting in all directions, the True Spirit fragments, seemed to turn into fireflies, into moths drawn to a flame, flinging themselves toward him.

The silver line at his glabella also fully opened; the True Spirit fragments floating in all directions at this moment seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, converging toward his Primordial Spirit.

At this moment, he felt that deep within himself, within the depths of his Primordial Spirit, there was a power constantly growing stronger; his figure was also continually swelling as these True Spirit fragments poured in.

[Spirit Platform Illuminates the True Self Method Experience Value +128]

[Spirit Platform Illuminates the True Self Method Experience Value +131]

[Spirit Platform Illuminates the True Self Method Experience Value +126]

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The prompts before his eyes flashed by in succession; with every increase in Experience Value, he felt himself grow stronger by a fraction.

He knew this was no illusion; it was the True Spirit growing stronger.

Before Perfection of the Spirit Platform Illuminates the True Self Method, every cultivation session, every breakthrough, was the retrieval of those True Spirit fragments scattered within the long river of time that originally belonged to him—this was a path of returning to the True Self.

Once the art was brought to Perfection, one would reach one’s primordial state, said to approximate the Innate Spirit.

And after Perfection, every breakthrough would be the strengthening of one’s True Spirit upon the existing foundation.

The growth he now perceived within himself was the strengthening of his own True Spirit.

"All under heaven is illusory; only I am true, only I am eternal..."

The thought flashed through his heart, and his Heart Spirit grew ever more tranquil.

And at this moment.

Within the Li River Water Palace, the palace maids and guards near the shores of Li River’s island all stared in shock toward the central island.

In their line of sight, though the front was obscured by layered buildings and dense greenery, they nevertheless saw a figure reflected deep within their pupils, shining within the depths of their hearts.

"Is that... the Prince?" someone murmured softly, expression reverent.

At this moment, some discovered that whether they closed their eyes or not, whether they turned their heads or not, they could still see a blurred figure whose whole body was emitting hazy light.

That faint light pierced through everything, disregarding any obstruction, directly reflecting deep within their hearts, mirrored in their pupils.

That figure was incomparably transcendent, as though standing beyond this entire heaven and earth.

The hazy radiance it emitted was not dazzling, yet utterly striking; within a certain range, it was impossible not to see that figure.

As they gazed up at that figure, a sense of their own insignificance involuntarily arose in their hearts.

As if mortal ants were looking up at the stars of the Ninth Heaven, looking up at the boundless world.

On the island, at this moment even the wind ceased; the lake’s surface was unruffled, a flat mirror as if freshly polished.

The distant birds alighted on branches and ceased their calls, not daring to cry out, an uncanny stillness falling.

The surroundings of the entire island sank into a kind of eerie silence.

Above the waterside pavilion, Jiang Ning was utterly unaware of the visions in the outside world at this moment.

His Heart Spirit was fully immersed in the cultivation of the Spirit Platform Illuminates the True Self Method, his consciousness fused with the Primordial Spirit.

Countless True Spirit fragments rushed into the depths of his Primordial Spirit like moths to a flame.

Every True Spirit fragment that fused into him made him feel himself continuously growing stronger, his mind correspondingly more solid, his aura ever more profound.

As time flowed on, his own accumulation grew ever deeper.

No one knew how long had passed before he slowly opened his eyes.

Whoosh—

As he exhaled a long breath, it was like a sharp sword piercing the air; the wave of qi surged, carving out a clearly visible crest upon the lake’s surface.