561: Chapter 561 Ten Years of Waiting, Conceptual Weapon

He started from the Dao Palace and recultivated the entire way.

As for the Divine Ability and Dharma Aspect Realms, he had traversed these two Realms quite solidly back then, so this time, a mere slight adjustment brought them to Perfection without any flaws.

The Yin and Yang, Heaven and Man, Nirvana, and Divine Fire Realms all had flaws.

He retraced his steps one by one: balancing Yin and Yang, achieving the unity of Heaven and Man, and undergoing both major and minor Nirvana. Finally, he used the myriad dao as firewood to ignite the Divine Fire, sending flames soaring into the sky, shimmering with seven colors.

In the True God Realm, he practiced Using the Body as a Seed.

He replanted his own seed, using his Qi and blood as water and Dao principles as fertilizer, carefully nurturing it.

The myriad dao divine tree grew increasingly lush, its branches and leaves shading the sky, its roots digging deep.

He passed through the five Realms of Heavenly God, God King, Saint, Saint King, and Saint Venerable in succession, polishing each Realm to its absolute limit.

Finally, there was the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

He sat cross-legged in the starry sky, the myriad dao roaring within his body like a furnace forging something.

All past flaws were hammered away, piece by piece, turning into nourishment and merging into his dao foundation.

As the Great Dao Scripture circulated, his entire being became increasingly divine!

He did not know how much time had passed when he opened his eyes.

His gaze was calm, yet within it, the myriad dao rose and fell.

"This is my true path."

He whispered to himself.

"You are awake!"

A familiar voice came through.

Before Qin Wushang could react, a figure pounced over and hugged him tightly.

It was Yao Shinian.

"Uh... you..."

"What do you mean, 'you'!"

Yao Shinian loosened her grip slightly, looked up, and glared at him, her eyes slightly red.

"Why did it take so long! I thought you had died!"

Her tone was urgent and fierce, yet it carried an unconcealable sense of grievance.

"You were acting weird, glowing all over, and I saw so many things."

She took a step back, looked him up and down, and gestured.

"There was a huge lotus flower, an ancient chart, another chart carved with two fish, an unfathomable giant, and a huge plate..."

She counted on her fingers, getting more anxious as she spoke.

"They would appear and disappear, and I thought you were having some kind of problem and were going to die."

She paused, her voice suddenly dropping.

"Then I would be all alone."

Qin Wushang looked at her.

He knew those were the phenomena he had cultivated.

Divine abilities manifesting, dao rhymes taking form.

But coming from Wuyou Township, how could she understand what Divine Ability phenomena were?

She only saw him glowing, saw strange things circling him, and saw him sitting motionless for so many years.

She was alone in the starry sky, guarding this body that might never wake up, waiting year after year.

"That is a phenomenon from cultivation; there is nothing to worry about."

Qin Wushang patted her shoulder and asked, "How long has it been since I went into seclusion?"

"How long..."

Yao Shinian let go of him and lowered her head to count on her fingers.

"I'm used to eating once a month, and I've eaten over a hundred times... it should be over ten years."

Over ten years.

She was alone, waiting for him in this starry sky, countless times thinking he was dead, yet countless times sitting down beside him to continue waiting.

Qin Wushang was silent for a moment.

"You have worked hard."

"It is good that you know."

Yao Shinian picked up the pig-slaughtering knife and turned her face away, her voice muffled.

"Don't Cultivate for so long next time; I was scared waiting."

"What is there to Cultivate?"

She muttered, as if complaining.

"As long as you get stronger, that's enough. Why care about Realms? It's troublesome."

Qin Wushang nodded without arguing.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on the location of the Source Beast.

Then he froze.

The massive Source Beast was now nothing but a skeleton.

The stark white skeleton was clean, without a shred of flesh left, as if something had licked it clean. It lay neatly in the starry sky, emitting a dark gray light.

"You... ate it?"

Qin Wushang asked in surprise.

"Mm."

Yao Shinian nodded, hugging the pig-slaughtering knife, and lowered her head in embarrassment.

"It was too boring... I was drawing circles on the Pig King to mark it, and while I was drawing, I couldn't help but eat a piece. Then it ended up like this."

Qin Wushang looked at the mountain-like skeleton and remained silent for a long time.

A Source Beast comparable to a Half-step Immortal King contained terrifying energy in its flesh, enough to burst more than a dozen Quasi-Emperors.

She had eaten it all over ten years and not only wasn't burst to death, but was instead lively and waiting here for him.

This fellow was definitely not simple.

"Shinian."

Qin Wushang looked at her, his tone becoming gentle.

"You waited for me for ten years; you have truly worked hard."

Yao Shinian was stunned for a moment, likely not expecting him to say such a thing.

She hugged the pig-slaughtering knife tightly and lowered her head, the tips of her ears turning slightly red.

"It's nothing... I didn't have anything to do anyway."

"I forgot to ask you last time."

Qin Wushang changed the subject and continued to ask, "Why does your rope make things cry when it binds them?"

"I don't know."

Yao Shinian looked up, her face full of confusion.

"Grandpa Deaf gave it to me. With his mantra, it just makes them cry when it binds them. I don't understand."

She had never thought about this question.

She used it just as the elders in her family taught her, never asking more.

Why would things bound by the rope cry?

She didn't know.

Why could the rope only be used with the mantra?

She didn't know that either.

She only knew that this rope was quite useful, even more so than the one Father had given her before.

"Does it cry no matter what it binds?"

Qin Wushang pressed.

"Yes!"

Yao Shinian nodded: "I bound Father, and Father cried too."

Qin Wushang's eye twitched.

Her Father?

That so-called Blade Ancestor?

A figure with such a title could actually be made to cry by a piece of rope?

"But it doesn't cry when it binds me."

Yao Shinian added, as if she were stating the most normal thing in the world.

She took out the golden rope and handed it to Qin Wushang.

"Bind me."

Qin Wushang said.

He wanted to test it himself to see if this rope was truly the thing he suspected it was.

"By the way, what is the mantra?"

Qin Wushang asked again, very curious.

Yao Shinian cleared her throat and recited solemnly.

"Be good, be good, don't be naughty. If you're naughty, I'll tie you up. Once tied up, you'll cry it out. After crying, you'll be good again."

Qin Wushang: "..."

"Grandpa Deaf taught me. He said this mantra has been passed down for eighteen generations, and it works every time."

After finishing, Yao Shinian placed the golden rope on Qin Wushang's wrist and muttered it again in a low voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, the golden rope seemed to come alive and gently coiled around Qin Wushang's wrist.

Then, his emotions changed.

It was not sadness, not pain, but an indescribable sense of grievance welling up from the bottom of his heart.

It was just like the feeling of being wronged, bullied, and longing for one's parents when one was a child...

All kinds of emotions surged out at once, clogging his chest, choking his throat, and finally rushing straight out from his eye sockets.

His tears fell pitter-patter.

Qin Wushang stood frozen in place, tears streaming down his face, yet his expression remained completely blank.

He wanted to stop, but he couldn't. He wanted to speak, but every time he opened his mouth, it was just a sob.

"Wuu..."

"Oh!"

Yao Shinian immediately released the rope, hugged him, and patted his back, her voice soft and urgent.

"Baby don't cry, baby don't cry, it's okay, it's okay!"

Qin Wushang's tears stopped instantly.

He pushed Yao Shinian away, took a deep breath, his expression as complex as if he had eaten a million tons of coptis.

"Conceptual weapon."

"This f*cking thing is actually a conceptual weapon!"