Journey of True Cultivation-Chapter 71: Emilas Spirit

Yuan's spiritual blood began to twist and morph, slowly transforming into a small, dark blood red snake.

Its form was sinister and sleek, coiling and uncoiling as it swam through Emilia's veins like a parasite hungry for control.

Her own blood fought against the invasion, her spiritual blood and natural blood combining in a desperate attempt to expel the foreign presence.

But Yuan's spiritual blood was something far more potent,refined and dangerous, its strength rooted in a power Emilia couldn't fight against in her current state.

Under normal circumstances, her body and mind would have been able to resist.

But she was too weaken,both physically and mentally.

Her shattered state allowed Yuan's spiritual blood to spread like poison, overwhelming her weakened defenses.

Pain rippled through her body. A sensation like fire and ice tearing through her veins. Her nerves screamed, her muscles twitched involuntarily. Every heartbeat seemed to echo with agony.

But no matter how fiercely her body tried to reject the invader, Yuan's spiritual blood continued its relentless march. It wound its way through her veins, coiling tighter and tighter around her essence.

Until finally, it encompassed her entire being.

Emilia's eyes went dull, her consciousness sinking into a black void. She was now nothing more than a puppet, her spirit exposed and vulnerable, her mind shut off from the world.

To anyone else, it would have looked as if she were brain dead.

But to Yuan, she was exactly as he intended, helpless. A sacrifice waiting to be torn apart.

"Now... let's see what's hiding beneath." Yuan's voice was cold and emotionless, his eyes gleaming with a detached fascination.

He opened his palm, allowing a flicker of his azure basilisk flame to ignite. The brilliant, ethereal azure blue fire twisted and danced, molding itself into the shape of a snake.

The azure snake coiled around his arm, its translucent scales shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Its eyes gleamed with intelligence, as if understanding Yuan's intentions.

Without hesitation, Yuan released the snake.

The azure serpent slid from his arm, landing softly on the cold stone floor. Its movements were graceful and deliberate as it began to slither toward Emilia's motionless body.

It crawled across her skin, its touch leaving faint, icy trails wherever it passed. Emilia's eyes remained unfocused, her body limp and unresponsive.

The snake moved with purpose, coiling itself around her head like a living crown. Its body tightened, squeezing just enough to establish dominance.

And then, the azure snake opened its jaws, revealing sharp, glistening fangs.

The snake's bite was like a key turning in a lock. Emilia's head split open as if her skull had been shattered from within.

Fractures snaked along her temples, cracking and crumbling away to reveal what lay hidden beneath.

A large, green orb with a white core emerged from the remains of her shattered head. It glowed faintly, pulsating with a strange, ethereal light.

Seeing this, Yuan allowed the azure snake to revert to its original form, the azure basilisk flame and let it rest in his open palm.

But his gaze wasn't on the flame. His attention was fixed entirely on the green orb with its white core.

"The spirit and the soul..." Yuan murmured, his voice almost reverent. "So let see if i am right."

The green orb was Emilia's spirit, while the white core within it was her soul.

Yuan's eyes glowed azure as he stared intently at Emilia's spirit. As he watched, it began to shift and transform, taking on a form he recognized after seeing it.

It was the a Special Spirit.

A Special Spirit is invaluable to any cultivator. Possessing one grants a talent far greater than that provided by a mere special constitution.

Even more powerful than a Special Spirit is a Unique Soul, something Yuan possessed himself. But Yuan's situation was far more complicated,so complex that even the Basilisk or Yuan himself couldn't fully understand it.

Still, this Special Spirit was incredibly valuable to Yuan. Unfortunately, he couldn't make use of the soul itself for what he intended.

The soul was untouchable to him, even if he could manipulate the entire spirit and the soul core within it. But the soul core itself remained beyond his reach.

Every Special Spirit carried a unique effect within its soul core, something precious to cultivators of all levels, even those at the Soul Part Stage.

For Yuan, having access to such a power would be a heaven defying advantage. But he couldn't utilize the soul core.

All he could claim was the spirit itself. A true pity.

Now that Yuan had identified the presence of a Special Spirit, he focused more intently, his eyes glowing with curiosity and greed as he began to deduce exactly what kind of Special Spirit Emilia possessed.

There were countless Special Spirits, but among them existed a renowned ranking.

the Top 1000 Special Spirits just as there were Top 1000 Special Constitutions and even Top 1000 Unique Souls, the most powerful and coveted among cultivators.

From what he could see and sense, Yuan was certain that Emilia's Special Spirit belonged to that special list.

Her cultivation speed had been unnaturally fast, far beyond what most ordinary cultivators could ever achieve. After all, she had already awakened five meridians.

Pondering for a moment, Yuan sifted through the vast memories he had inherited from the Basilisk.

Then, it clicked.

"The Sword Following Spirit..." Yuan muttered to himself, a faint smile curling his lips.

According to the Basilisk's knowledge, the Sword Following Spirit ranked somewhere around 600th among the Top 1000 Special Spirits.

It was a well spoken off special spirit, known for its ability to aid cultivators in comprehending the Dao of Swords. A perfect guide for those who dedicated themselves to swordsmanship.

"But... Emilia never displayed much talent with the sword, did she?" Yuan frowned, his thoughts racing to make sense of the contradiction.

Then he remembered.

A Special Spirit's true potential often remained dormant until the cultivator reached the Bone Forging Stage. That stage marked the first step of creating a new body, one that could align more perfectly with the nature of their Special Spirit.

By using the Special Spirit as a template during the process of Bone Forging, the cultivator could forge a body highly attuned to the spirit's essence.

Their talent would become far more pronounced, their connection to the spirit deepening to a degree that ordinary cultivators could never match.

"Ah... so that's it." Yuan nodded, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. "She simply hadn't reached the stage where her talent could truly shine."

His eyes narrowed, the azure glow within them flickering like a pair of icy flames. He raised his hand and gestured toward Emilia's exposed Special Spirit.

The azure basilisk flames surged forward, expanding like ravenous tendrils eager to devour their prey.

The flames widened and began to consume Emilia's Special Spirit, the green orb with the white soul core trembling as it was engulfed by the ethereal fire.

Yuan's expression remained calm and cold, his focus entirely on the process. But as the azure flames continued their work, something unexpected happened.

A strange sensation stirred within Yuan.

Something deep, almost primordial, that he couldn't quite describe. It was both familiar and foreign.

A feeling beyond the physical, rooted in the spiritual rather than the material.

It was as though the act of devouring Emilia's Special Spirit had triggered something within him, awakening a dormant awareness.

A sensation that was both understandable and incomprehensible at the same time.

It was a strange feeling, alien and indescribable, but Yuan sensed that it was right. Something deep within him recognized the sensation as beneficial.

So, he endured it.

He allowed the unfamiliar energy to ripple through his body, its currents twisting and surging until they settled into a steady rhythm.

As time passed, Yuan grew accustomed to the sensation, his body adapting to the change.

When the feeling finally subsided, Yuan inspected his body. What he discovered left him stunned.

Somehow, his spiritual blood had reached the 66% mark, edging him dangerously close to a breakthrough into the high layer of the Blood Purification Stage.

The surprise was evident on his face, this sudden progress had saved him a few years or perhaps even more years of painstaking cultivation.

But that wasn't the only change.

His spiritual blood had grown stronger, its essence brimming with vitality and potency. It felt as if his blood had undergone a small transformation, becoming more vibrant and refined.

"Good!" Yuan said aloud, a rare smile breaking across his face.

He glanced at Emilia's now cold and lifeless corpse. Without a second thought, he waved his hand, releasing the azure basilisk flame to engulf her body.

The fire devoured her flesh and bone with ravenous efficiency, leaving nothing but charred ashes.

Turning away from the small cave, Yuan walked out into the open air.

The metallic stench of blood clung stubbornly to his skin and clothes, making him grimace. He needed to clean himself before he could return to the sect.

He wandered through the forest, his senses keenly attuned to his surroundings as he searched for a body of water. After nearly an hour of running and searching, he finally came across a river.

The stream wasn't particularly strong, making it suitable for bathing.

After stripping naked, he placed his bloodstained clothes into his bag of holding, which was bound securely around his right arm.

He stepped into the cold water, letting the current wash away the filth and blood clinging to his skin.

Scrubbing his body clean was a painful and tedious task, but Yuan persisted until every last trace of blood was gone.

Once finished, he stepped back onto the riverbank and summoned the azure basilisk flame to dry himself off.

The ethereal blue fire danced around his body, its heat precise and controlled, leaving his skin warm and dry.

Afterward, Yuan retrieved a fresh set of inner sect disciple robes from his bag of holding and put them on.

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Feeling refreshed and renewed, he began his journey back to the sect.

With his tasks now complete, including the sect mission he had undertaken, Yuan's thoughts shifted to testing his newfound strength.

As he walked, he circulated his spiritual blood, experimenting with different techniques and pushing the limits of his abilities.

His movements were smoother, his power more refined. The transformation of his spiritual blood had granted him greater control and efficiency.

Lost in his thoughts, Yuan's attention was abruptly drawn by a sudden cry.

The sound was sharp and desperate, echoing from somewhere close by. Instinctively, Yuan turned to his left and saw an old, sickly man walking with the aid of a weathered stick.

At first, Yuan intended to ignore the man and continue on his way.

But something made him stop.

Without fully understanding why, he turned and began to walk toward the old man.