338: Chapter 338 Ancient Sacred Body

She opened her eyes wide, and an unbelievable ecstasy instantly exploded in the depths of her eyes—that joy was like a surging tide, crashing down to drown her entire body, rushing from her heart to her fingertips, causing even her slender knuckles to tremble uncontrollably.

Before she could recover from this sudden, immense surprise, Chu Changsheng had already slowly raised his right hand.

The tip of his well-defined index finger suddenly flickered with a soft, yet infinitely profound glimmer—this light was like crushed stars, like solidified moonlight, circulating with a heart-trembling Dao rhyme, moving unhurriedly toward the center of her brows.

"Close your eyes, calm your mind."

The cold voice was wrapped in unquestionable power. Luo Xiaojiu closed her eyes as instructed, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and she even subconsciously softened her breathing.

The next second, a cool sensation came to her forehead, like melting snow in early spring dripping onto her brow, refreshing and bone-chilling.

Immediately, a warm yet irresistibly powerful force, like a torrent breaking free from shackles, surged in from her brow!

It rushed wildly along her Meridians, instantly reaching every part of her body, seeping deep into her bone marrow, and gently wrapping around her ethereal, drifting Divine Soul.

At first, there was only a warm, comfortable feeling throughout her body that made her almost sigh out loud—as if her entire body's muscles and bones were being kneaded open, and even the fatigue deep in her bones was washed away.

But in just a moment, a strange sensation, like a new sprout breaking through the soil, quietly sprouted in her heart and took root.

This was an unprecedentedly clear perception—

She "saw" inside her own body.

It was not the Chaos she had previously imagined, but a vast, boundless starry sky!

Countless tiny, dim particles of light were quietly suspended deep within her limbs, bones, and internal organs.

They were as silent as ancient, unmelting stones, yet they were vast in number, densely spread out, truly as magnificent as a galaxy, wrapped in the heaviness and desolation of having been washed by time, as if they had been sleeping here since the beginning of the world.

And between these sleeping stones, there were tiny, thread-like dark golden energies slowly circulating at an extremely slow speed.

The dark golden light was not dazzling, but it contained unimaginable, vigorous vitality, as if it were a dormant Dragon, only tightly imprisoned by invisible shackles—no matter how surging that vitality was, it could not break free from its constraints and truly burst forth.

"Is... is this inside my body?"

Luo Xiaojiu's mind shook violently, as if a thunderbolt had exploded in her brain, shaking her Divine Soul!

She had lived for sixteen years and had never before clearly looked inside herself like this.

This infinitely vast scene before her made her feel both strange and faintly palpitating with a connection of Bloodline—as if these light particles and dark golden energy were already a part of her bones and blood, a mark carved deep in her Soul that could never be erased.

Just as her mind was stirred and she was about to lose control, Chu Changsheng's voice sounded in her Sea of Consciousness without warning.

The voice remained calm and waveless, yet it carried a depth that seemed to pierce through the ages and look down upon all living beings, as if it had experienced countless changes in the world and had seen all the ups and downs of life:

"Look within yourself, and see the big picture through the small details."

"Xiao Jiu, do you know what these light particles in your body, vast as a sea of stars yet silent as stones, are? And what is that dark golden breath circulating among them, hiding vitality yet heavily constrained?"

Luo Xiaojiu was full of confusion and felt at a loss.

She was just an orphan who grew up in the mountains and had never even touched the threshold of Cultivation, so how could she know these things?

In her Sea of Consciousness, she subconsciously shook her head, her heart filled with doubts and shock, almost overflowing, enveloping her Divine Soul.

Chu Changsheng did not wait for her answer. His steady voice sounded in the Sea of Consciousness again, with a hint of imperceptible deliberation, as if recalling a very distant past—so distant it was as if it came from the end of time, wrapped in a faint sense of vicissitudes:

"Heaven and Earth have spirit, and at birth, they bestow different endowments upon all things. What cultivators call Aptitude, bone structure, and Luck, mostly stem from this."

"Some are born with an Innate Spiritual Root, naturally attuned to the Origin Qi of Heaven and Earth, their Cultivation progressing a thousand miles a day; some are born with Dao bones and immortal fetuses, secretly in harmony with the Laws of the Dao, every gesture hiding mysteries; and there are a very few who are born inheriting ancient Luck, possessing a special Physique, born to be above all living beings."

His voice paused slightly. In the quiet room, Luo Xiaojiu seemed to clearly feel the cool finger resting on her brow tremble slightly, as if filled with infinite emotion, yet unable to put it into words.

Immediately, the words that were enough to make Luo Xiaojiu's Divine Soul tremble violently were transmitted into her Sea of Consciousness, word by word, with absolute clarity—every word as heavy as a thousand jun:

"And you, Luo Xiaojiu. Your Physique is not comparable to ordinary Spiritual Roots or Dao bones. These light particles in your body, vast as stars, silent yet incredibly heavy, are the source of the 'Desolate Ancient Sacred Blood' that has slept for eternity deep within your Bloodline."

"Each particle contains a trace of Desolate Ancient Sacred power that is imperceptible yet capable of shaking the heavens and earth. And that dark golden breath is a wisp of vitality and power emanating from the Origin of the Sacred Blood—it is a pity that, constrained by the layers of suppression from the Laws of Heaven and Earth, and the heavy shackles of your own unawakened state, it cannot be liberated and is difficult to burst forth."

"Desolate Ancient... Sacred Blood?"

Luo Xiaojiu's mind surged with monstrous waves at this moment!

She had never heard this name in any rural legends or Incomplete Manuals.

But just hearing these four words spoken from her Revered Master's mouth seemed to release a majestic Aura that looked down upon the world and pushed across the ages, sweeping through her entire Sea of Consciousness!

Her Divine Soul was trembling uncontrollably, and her blood seemed to be boiling crazily at this moment, rushing along her Meridians, almost burning up!

"Correct."

Chu Changsheng's voice carried a rare solemnity, every word heavy and deafening:

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body is one of the most powerful battle bodies in ancient legends. Born from the Grandmist Luck at the time of the opening of the world, its Physical Body is unparalleled, indestructible, and its blood and Qi are like a Dragon, surging endlessly."

"At Major Achievement, one can pluck stars and hold the moon with bare hands, shatter the firmament with one punch, remain immune to all Laws, and cause all evil to retreat; it can be called invincible among the same Realm! Even when facing a powerful enemy several Realms higher, one can still fight against the superior, using weakness to defeat strength, and remain ever-victorious!"

Boom—

Luo Xiaojiu only felt a roaring hum in her brain, and the world spun!

The strongest battle body!

Invincible in the same Realm!

Fighting against the superior!

These words, like streaks of blazing lightning, split open the mortal mist that had been before her eyes for decades!

She seemed to see a magnificent, awe-inspiring picture—in the picture, she was draped in the glory of the Sacred Blood, stepping on the galaxy of the Nine Heavens, her fists shaking enemies from all directions, her sword pointing at the vast firmament, traversing the universe, unstoppable by anyone!

Her heart surged, her blood boiled! That excitement and longing almost burst through her chest, making her wish she could immediately embark on the path of Cultivation, break all shackles, and awaken the Sacred Blood!

But just as she was immersed in this extreme shock and ecstasy, with her Divine Soul drifting toward the clouds, Chu Changsheng's next words were like several basins of ice water poured over her head—

Causing her to instantly fall from the clouds to the dust, a heavy pressure surging in her heart, along with a trace of bone-chilling, fated coldness:

"However, this Physique is also envied by Heaven. The path of Cultivation is a hundred times, even a thousand times, more difficult than for ordinary people."

"Every Breakthrough of a major Realm requires experiencing tempering and death tribulations unimaginable to ordinary people—nine deaths and one life, only then is there a glimmer of survival."

"Moreover, it requires a massive amount of Heaven And Earth Treasure to nourish the Sacred Blood; if one is not careful, one will be backlashed by the violent Sacred power, causing Meridians to snap and the body to explode and die."

"Furthermore, one must break through layers of innate 'Heaven and Earth shackles'. The breaking of every shackle requires enduring extreme, heart-rending, and Soul-destroying pain—without an iron will, it is absolutely impossible to persist."

His voice paused, carrying a hint of imperceptible melancholy, as if sighing for those heroic Souls buried in the long river of history:

"Since ancient times, those who could truly Cultivate this Physique to Major Achievement are few and far between, countable on one's fingers."

"Most died midway, their bones left nowhere; or they were trapped in a certain Realm, unable to make any progress for their whole lives, eventually dying in depression, turning into a handful of soil between Heaven and Earth, leaving only a sigh."

Chu Changsheng's words were like a great bell, each sound striking heavily upon Luo Xiaojiu's mind, shaking her, causing her blood to churn and her Divine Soul to tremble.

Extreme joy and bone-chilling cold, burning longing and cold despair, crazily intertwined and collided in her heart, stirring up monstrous waves—causing her to freeze in place for a moment, forgetting how to react. Even the voice in her Sea of Consciousness carried a hint of vagueness:

"Am... am I this kind of Physique?"

Her voice sounded in the Sea of Consciousness, with a hint of imperceptible trembling, unable to distinguish whether it was excitement, shock, or bone-deep fear.

She opened her mouth, full of confusion and helplessness, a thousand words stuck in her throat, and finally, it only turned into one sentence: "Revered Master, then I..."

Before she could finish, she was gently interrupted by Chu Changsheng's gentle voice.

This time, his voice shed all its coldness and depth, carrying a hint of comforting power—like spring rain moistening the soil, slowly soothing her restless, almost disintegrating Divine Soul:

"Do not be anxious."

"Physique is just the starting point, not the end point."

"How the path is walked ultimately depends on the person."

"Since you have determined to tread this thorny path—as your Revered Master, I will help you set this precedent, break this Heaven-envied curse, shatter the shackles, and let the Desolate Ancient Sacred Blood shine upon the world again!"

The moment his voice fell, that cool spot on Luo Xiaojiu's brow suddenly blazed!

The touch of Chu Changsheng's fingertip actually turned into two scorching suns burning the sky—the hot waves pierced through her skin and into her bones, reaching the deepest part of her Divine Soul, burning it until it was trembling slightly!

Immediately after, two completely different yet equally world-opening torrents of information surged out from his fingertips like a dam-breaking ocean, carrying the majestic pressure of crushing the ages, crashing into her Sea of Consciousness, making it hum!

The first torrent of information was so ancient it seemed to have existed since the beginning of Grandmist—there was not a hint of mortal worldliness in its words, only the simplest, ultimate truth of the Dao, as if the Origin of all Daos were whispering in her Sea of Consciousness!