My Informative Cultivation Life

Although Yang Ji had experienced this twice before, each time he felt such a sensation, an excited expression couldn\'t help but emerge on his face.

The Spiritual Root was of utmost importance; it not only sped up the pace of cultivation, but when facing the Dao Calamity, its might also weakened.

The arrival of a Supreme Spiritual Root would undoubtedly push his talent to the level of a tier below geniuses, just below those with Spiritual Bodies, Sacred Bodies, and Taoist Bodies.

Yang Ji treated it with utmost seriousness, fully refining the Divine Pill, absorbing its power, enhancing his Spiritual Root.

Days passed like this, one after another.

Four months later, the Spiritual Energy around him suddenly doubled in density, the strands of Spiritual Energy becoming more active, more of them vying to penetrate his pores as if eager to enter his body.

Yang Ji instantly perceived this change, a smile of contentment appearing on his face; he knew that his Spiritual Root had improved.

Finally, it reached the Supreme level!

The once unattainable Supreme Spiritual Root.

He, Yang Ji, had finally obtained it.

The excitement in Yang Ji\'s heart was beyond words, and he also felt a wave of emotion.

The journey here was like a dream, seemingly easy, but in reality fraught with dangers at every turn.

With a hint of anticipation, Yang Ji began to test the cultivation speed of the Supreme Spiritual Root.

He immediately took several Nine-Transformation Golden Pills.

One day later, he had gained 3500 Cultivation Points, whereas with a Superior Spiritual Root, absorbing it at full force for one day would only increase 1400 Cultivation Points.

That is to say, the cultivation speed of a Supreme Spiritual Root had improved by 150% compared to a Superior Spiritual Root.

Previously, taking a Nascent Soul Pill would increase his Cultivation Points by 2000 per day, but now that the Spiritual Root had reached the Supreme level, as long as he had enough Nascent Soul Pills and refined them madly, he could increase by 5000 Cultivation Points per day.

This was extremely exhilarating, of course, provided that there were enough Medicine Pills available.

Although he didn\'t have Nascent Soul Pills, he had plenty of lower-grade Spiritual Qi Fruits, the effects of which were between the Nine-Transformation Golden Pills and Nascent Soul Pills.

With a Superior Root Bone, absorbing Spiritual Qi Fruits would increase 1700 Cultivation Points per day, and now theoretically, it could increase by 4250 Cultivation Points.

That is to say, unless there was an accident, he could breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Second Realm in about fifteen years.

Such a speed of cultivation was truly befitting of a just-below-genius.

Those geniuses, to accumulate foundation, often wait until the brink of their limits to breakthrough. With such a speed of cultivation, Yang Ji would soon be at the same realm as those geniuses.

This was something he couldn\'t have imagined before. Originally, he thought he would overtake others in the Void Refining Realm with a shortcut, but based on the current reality, perhaps when he reached the Nascent Soul Peak, he would be at the same realm as all other geniuses.

Others need to accumulate their foundation to get ready for becoming true inheritors, and of course, he needed to as well.

However, ultimately he could catch up at that time.

Yang Ji was somewhat pleased. After taking a Spiritual Qi Fruit, he let the Cultivation Technique refine it by itself while he began to delve into the comprehension of various skills.

Gui Cang Sword Technique, Yin Yang Separation at Dawn, Earth\'s Golden Light, Three Immortals Formation, Humanoid Weapon.

If he could bring these few Divine Skills to perfection, then his foundation would reach the current peak.

Biting off more than one can chew was unwise. At present, focusing on the comprehension of these skills would benefit him endlessly.

Yang Ji was wholeheartedly devoted, beginning his full force comprehension.

People at different ages count time differently.

Children count by days.

Teenagers count by weeks.

Adults count by months.

Yang Ji counted by years.

In cultivation, there are no years or months.

One year, two years, three years, four years... Time passed like sand between the fingers, slipping by extraordinarily smoothly.

Fifteen years went by in the blink of an eye.

As expected, everything fell into place, and his cultivation progressed on schedule, breaking through to the Nascent Soul Second Realm.

The enhanced fluctuations of mana inside his body drew forth the Dao potential, attracting the Sun Strike, the fiery tribulation that one must face in the Nascent Soul Second Realm, aimed at scorching his soul.

How formidable was Yang Ji\'s soul? Through years of relentless cultivation of the Humanoid Weapon, his Primordial Spirit had already reached the Sun God Peak, shining like a small sun, radiating light and heat, fearing no Sun Strike.

With the experience of overcoming the Wind Tribulation the first time, he knew the harsher the tribulation, the more the Heavenly Dao would give back.

This was indeed a trial, but also an opportunity.

If he couldn\'t endure, he\'d vanish like smoke; but if he did, the sky and the sea would open wide before him.

Yang Ji had grand ambitions; he no longer resisted the Sun Strike, nor weakened it, allowing his soul to fully bear the scorching, yearning for the strongest reciprocity from the Heavenly Dao.

His Divine Sense casually glanced at the Sun Strike that had appeared within his Sea of Consciousness. Unmoved, Yang Ji allowed it to sear his soul, strengthening it further.

Despite the process being unbearably painful, like water hissing on hot oil, sizzling and disintegrating.

Even though his Primordial Spirit split open and his body shook, even though his Primordial Spirit shrank and continuously melted, even though steam billowed from the top of his head.

Though the pain was unbearable, Yang Ji merely frowned, uttering not a single sound.

Three days of agony, with the Sun Strike changing three times, each stage more intense than the last, but, he endured.

When the Sun Strike dissipated, a mysterious vitality appeared in his Sea of Consciousness, swiftly repairing his withered Primordial Spirit.

In just a moment, the Primordial Spirit began to strengthen rapidly, like the midday sun, radiant and brilliant, emitting golden light everywhere.

All these lights were thoughts, each pure and unblemished, each like a Flying Sword thrusting wildly within the Sea of Consciousness.

Thoughts emerged as a magnificent light, vast and pure Yang, light forming behind the head, warding off all evil.

Inside Yang Ji\'s Sea of Consciousness, his Primordial Spirit was no longer just a spherical ball, but a figure identical to him, with a halo of colorful light behind its head.