256: Chapter 256 The Fourth Divine Light

"The Lotus Throne supports the four poles, the vast sea accepts all rivers, the bright light reflects in the viscera, and ten thousand evils dare not approach."

Ye Yisong carefully savored these four profound and cryptic short sentences, pondering how to condense the Fourth Divine Light.

"Support the four poles? Reflect in the viscera? What exactly does that mean? Could it be that I need to refine the Spiritual Qi within my viscera and convert it into the Fourth Divine Light?"

According to the meridian map of the new fourth level Cultivation Technique, Ye Yisong attempted to guide the spiritual liquid within his Dantian to surge into his five viscera and six bowels, using his Divine Sense to minutely observe the changes within them.

The spiritual liquid surged into the five viscera and six bowels like a trickling stream, yet there was no reaction at all. It formed a great circulation within his body, flowing back into his Dantian along the Meridians without any change.

"Was I wrong? Support the four poles, accept all rivers, reflect in the viscera. What on earth does it mean? Could the four poles refer to my four limbs? Should I draw spiritual liquid from my four limbs and hundred skeletons, gather it into the Dantian, and then circulate it to the viscera to manifest the Fourth Divine Light?"

In the blink of an eye, a day passed, but Ye Yisong had gained nothing. He had not the slightest clue about the Fourth Divine Light and had been doing useless work the entire time.

"Sigh! This guidance is too cryptic. What on earth is the correct way to do this?"

The first three Divine Lights did not require Ye Yisong to comprehend them individually at all; once the Cultivation Technique was mastered, they were cultivated naturally. This gave Ye Yisong an absolute advantage over Martial Artists of the same rank, allowing him to be invincible.

Helpless, Ye Yisong could only try one path after another using a permutation and combination method, hoping that quantity would lead to a miracle and that he would achieve something.

At dawn on the second day, a strand of yellow light, as fine as a hair, shone within Ye Yisong's viscera. It flashed by, as if it had never appeared.

But how could it escape the observation of Ye Yisong's fifth-rank Divine Sense? The moment the yellow light appeared, it was captured by him.

Hard work pays off; he had finally succeeded.

So that was it. Ye Yisong's initial realization had been infinitely close to the correct answer, but he had been blinded by his own assumptions, wandering further and further down an obscure and unpopular path, wasting a whole day for nothing.

Ye Yisong once again drew spiritual liquid from his four limbs and hundred skeletons, bypassing the Dantian and directly gathering it into his five viscera and six bowels. He tempered and condensed it within them into a yellow Divine Light, which lingered on his right fingertip, emitting a feeling of profound heaviness.

Carefully perceiving this wisp of yellow light in his hand, Ye Yisong discovered that the pale golden liquid hidden in the acupoints throughout his body, which he had cultivated through the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, was incredibly hungry for this yellow light.

Especially the golden liquid in the few acupoints in his right fingertip closest to the yellow light; it was faintly restless, and in the end, it actually left the acupoints on its own initiative and devoured the yellow light.

After the golden liquid devoured the yellow light, its color became even richer than before, gradually transforming into a dark gold.

Clearly, this Fourth Divine Light was related to the art of Body Refining. Just by devouring a single wisp of yellow light, Ye Yisong felt that the defensive power of his fingertip had increased by more than thirty percent.

If he could condense a few more wisps later, store them up, and apply them to all the acupoints throughout his body simultaneously, that would truly be Heaven-Defying.

"This kid's Comprehension Ability is not bad. In just two days, he has successfully comprehended the fourth level of the Cultivation Technique and condensed the Fourth Divine Light." The old man nodded approvingly. With his discerning eye, he had long since seen through Ye Yisong.

Otherwise, he would not have chosen the Green Lotus Sea-Transformation Sutra as the assessment for the second stage.

"Is the Heavenly Dao pitying this old man, or is it favoring me? Before I completely pass away, it actually sent such a peerless Prodigy."

"If I had met you a thousand years earlier, this old man might have been able to go out and see the foundation I built with my own hands."

"Now... sigh!"

"Let's finally see how this kid's Heart-Nature is! Whether he is worth entrusting with my legacy depends on this final stage."

Ye Yisong's vision blurred, and when he opened his eyes, he had already arrived inside a small courtyard. An old man was sitting on a stone stool, personally brewing hot tea. The fragrance of tea permeated the small courtyard, allowing the already exhausted Ye Yisong to slightly calm his mind.

"Ye Yisong of the Ye family in Cangjiang Prefecture pays respects to Senior," Ye Yisong stated his name and origin.

"Sit," the old man said, pointing to the stone stool opposite him.

"Yes." Ye Yisong bowed in salute, sat on the edge of the stone stool, and waited for the old man's next instruction.

"Drink." The old man poured a cup of tea and pushed it forward gently. The tea did not ripple in the slightest; it was calm and waveless.

Ye Yisong picked up the teacup without hesitation and drank it in one gulp.

As for whether this cup of tea was poisonous or harmful to him, Ye Yisong did not give it much thought.

Given the old man's strength, let alone anything else, Ye Yisong might not even be able to withstand a single glance from him, so why waste effort in front of the old man?

After drinking the tea, Ye Yisong was frozen in place. His eyes became vacant, and his perception of his surroundings gradually blurred until it disappeared completely.

"Sleep, sleep. After you wake up, you kid will be blessed."

"My accumulation of thousands of years must be entrusted to someone after all."

The old man poured himself a cup, took a gentle sip, and said with lingering enjoyment: "It's still the same taste as all those years ago."

...

A solitary temple emitted a faint light, which was exceptionally striking in this snow-covered night.

Ye Yisong, carrying a long sword on his back, walked firmly toward the temple. The purple fine robes he wore had several large holes in them, and mottled bloodstains on the clothes appeared exceptionally glaring.

"Creak." A crisp sound broke the silence in the temple. Several pairs of eyes looked toward the entrance, quietly waiting for the person outside the temple to walk in.

"Greetings, everyone. I am Ye Yisong, from the capital. May I borrow a spot to warm myself by the fire?" Ye Yisong raised his hand and cupped his fist in salute.

"Please."

Three sturdy men shifted their positions to the right, making space for him.

The blood-stained sword on Ye Yisong's back was truly chilling; how could these men dare to object? They obediently made a gap for him.

"Many thanks."

Ye Yisong cupped his fist in salute again, walked to the bonfire, took off his precious sword, leaned it against his chest, and stretched out a hand to silently warm himself by the fire.

As his body gradually warmed up, Ye Yisong began to formally size up the three groups of people in the temple.

First, the three big men on the right, with faces full of flabby flesh, looked like Jianghu people at first glance. Ever since Ye Yisong entered, one of their hands had never left their sleeves or chests.

Opposite them was a masked mother and daughter, accompanied by a few capable family retainers. He did not know which military general from the capital their family belonged to.

As for the left side, it was an old man and a ten-year-old child, dressed quite shabbily, looking like refugees fleeing a famine. Had some place near the capital suffered a disaster again?

"Hehehe."

"Little Marquis, you run really fast. You've made this humble one chase you so hard."

"Later, you must properly compensate this humble one and make me happy!"

"Hahahaha, hahahaha."