Chapter 15 Four Years
Hearing Qian Daoliu's words, the excitement in Qian Yang's heart grew even stronger. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and walked quickly back to the white jade steps, sitting steadily on the second step.
As soon as he sat down, that familiar sacred pressure once again enveloped his body. Although it was still heavy, it was no longer unbearable for him—after the impact and adaptation just now, his Physical Body and spirit power had already quietly adjusted their state, allowing him to better accept this tempering.
Qian Yang slowly closed his eyes, actively relaxing his mind, no longer deliberately resisting the pressure, but instead allowing that force carrying the breath of the Angel God to permeate his limbs and bones.
The sacred pressure was like a fine golden stream, washing over his Meridians bit by bit, thoroughly purifying the faint energy Impurities remaining after absorbing the hundred thousand year spirit bone. The taiji diagram within his Dantian also rotated, Fusion-ing the sacred breath with his own spirit power, making the spirit power increasingly condensed and heavy. The god slaying spear on the side floated quietly, its dark red body occasionally flashing with a faint light, forming a wonderful balance with the surrounding golden pressure. They did not conflict, but rather vaguely seemed to nourish each other.
Qian Daoliu stood at the foot of the mountain, watching the figure Cultivate-ing intently on the stone steps, a gratified smile appearing on his face—this child not only had Heaven-Defying talent but also knew how to calm his heart to polish himself. He was not impetuous because of a momentary Breakthrough; this Heart-Nature was even more rare than strength.
He stepped forward and took out a pure white jade tablet from his bosom. The surface of the jade tablet was carved with intricate angel patterns, and golden light flowed slowly between the patterns, faintly revealing a sacred aura—this was the key to opening the Angel Secret Realm, and it also sealed a wisp of Angel God Power he had injected, which could ensure Qian Yang's safety when entering and exiting alone.
"Xiao Yang, you cannot fall behind on your Spirit Hall Academy courses." Qian Daoliu gently placed the jade tablet on the bluestone beside the steps, his voice gentle but with an unquestionable seriousness, "The academy allows you to come into contact with Spirit Master peers and learn practical combat skills and basic theories; these are things that cannot be made up by Cultivate-ing alone. Just return here to Cultivate after class every day."
"Got it, Grandpa!" Qian Yang opened his eyes and showed a bright smile to Qian Daoliu, his eyes full of obedience, then quickly closed his eyes again, immersing himself back into Cultivate-ing, afraid of wasting even a moment of time in the Secret Realm.
Qian Daoliu looked at his focused appearance, shook his head slightly, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the light gate. As his figure stepped into the light gate, the light gate closed slowly, completely isolating the Secret Realm from the outside World, leaving only Qian Yang to Cultivate alone on the holy steps.
Time passed quickly; four years of time slipped away quietly amidst the golden halo of the holy steps and the sound of reading in Spirit Hall Academy. During these four years, Qian Yang always maintained a regular rhythm—during the day, he studied Spirit Master theories and sparred in practical combat with peers at the Spirit Hall Academy, and in the evening, he would hold the jade tablet engraved with angel patterns, step into the Angel Secret Realm, and temper himself on the white jade holy steps.
Every day, sitting cross-legged on the holy steps, the sacred pressure was like the strictest mentor, polishing his Physical Body and spirit power day after day. From initially being able to barely withstand the pressure of the second step to later being able to Cultivate freely on the fifth and sixth steps, Qian Yang's spirit power was constantly condensed under layers of pressure, and his Physical Body strength far exceeded that of Spirit Master peers of the same rank.
The taiji diagram and the god slaying spear became increasingly tacit in these four years. The former could convert sacred pressure into gentle energy to nourish the Meridians, while the latter became increasingly agile under the stimulation of the pressure. Within the dark red Killing Intent of the spear body, a hint of sacred breath gradually blended in, combining hardness and softness, making it even more deterrent.
And the most astonishing thing was the incident when he broke through to the Spirit Ancestor Realm—when his spirit power reached the level 40 Bottleneck, Qian Yang impacted the Realm under the pressure of the seventh holy step. Ordinary Spirit Master-s only need to absorb the fourth spirit ring to stabilize their Realm when breaking through to Spirit Ancestor, but the spirit power in Qian Yang's body, under the conversion of the taiji diagram and the tempering of the holy step pressure, had already condensed to the extreme. At the moment of the Breakthrough, the spirit power in his Dantian spontaneously condensed, forming a light golden spirit core!
A spirit core is a Domain that only strong individuals at the Spirit Saint level might be able to touch; ordinary Spirit Master-s find it difficult to even catch a glimpse of the path throughout their entire lives. Yet, Qian Yang condensed a spirit core when he was a level 40 Spirit Ancestor, which meant that his spirit power's solidity and circulation speed had already far exceeded those of Spirit Master peers of the same rank, and he could even rival a level 70 Spirit Saint.
One day four years later, Qian Yang stepped onto the white jade holy steps again. At this time, he was no longer that six-year-old child from back then; his figure had grown much taller, his face was still exquisite, but he had gained a bit more steadiness and sharpness. He walked slowly onto the eighth holy step, golden spirit power flowing around his body, the spirit core rotating slowly in his Dantian, easily resisting the sacred pressure on the steps. The god slaying spear floated beside him, light intertwined with dark red and light gold lingering around the spear body, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.
After another night of Cultivate-ing, Qian Yang walked out of the Angel Holy Land. By this time, Qian Yang's height had already grown to that of an adult, his posture was upright, and except for a hint of childishness on his face, one could not tell at all that he was only ten years old.
Qian Daoliu was still sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of the goddess of angels, as usual.
"Grandpa, I want to go to Heaven Dou City, and while I'm at it, go to the Sunset Forest over there to temper myself!" Qian Yang said slowly.
"Good, even if you didn't ask, Grandpa would have driven you out to let you see the Douluo Continent!" Qian Daoliu said slowly, his eyes filled with a hint of gratification and anticipation.
Qian Yang nodded; he knew that Grandpa had agreed to his request. During these four years, he had Cultivate-ed diligently in the Angel Holy Land, and his spirit power was no longer what it used to be. Now, he longed to go out to the outside World to temper himself and test his own strength.
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Yang, was silent for a moment, then took an elder token from his bosom and handed it to Qian Yang: "This token is the elder token of Spirit Hall. Take it with you. If you encounter any trouble on the Douluo Continent, as long as it is not too outrageous, the people of Spirit Hall will help you solve it."
Qian Yang took the token and put it away carefully: "Thank you, Grandpa."
"Go, go early and return early." Qian Daoliu waved his hand, signaling for Qian Yang to leave.
Qian Yang turned and walked out of the Hall of Worship, heading outside of Spirit Hall.
After Qian Yang left the Hall of Worship, two figures appeared in front of Qian Daoliu: "Old Six, Old Seven, you two follow Xiao Yang in secret!"
"Understood!" Titled Douluo nodded upon hearing this.
"Boss, rest assured, with us two brothers there! We guarantee that Xiao Yang will be safe and sound when he returns!" Demon Subduing Douluo also nodded with a smile.
Qian Daoliu nodded, and the two also disappeared from the Hall of Worship.