The Spiritual Attainment of Minghe

Chapter 2: Minghe’s Transformation

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The only method left was Red Lotus of Fire that was at Ming He’s feet. He burned the blood essence with Primordial Fire to remove the Primordial Killing Intent as well as the remnants of Pan Gu and Mazingers. The resulting unique pool of blood might not be as strong, but at least he will have no qualms using it. This made it a worthwhile exchange.

But Ming He was now simply a soul, no different than a mortal’s soul. To prompt Red Lotus of Fire to refine the blood essence, he needed to have a strong Purusa or supernatural power.

Ming He did not have any cultivation currently. His top priority was to transform his soul into primordial Purusa. In the spiritual inheritance he received was a method for cultivation. The highest realm that he could cultivate to was Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. As for the cultivation methods after this realm, he would have to develop himself or wait for Hong Jun to become a sage and listen to his teachings.

However, Ming He firmly believed that it was better to rely on himself than on others. Years passed like lightning while he was in cultivation. Untainted Land was still peaceful and Blood Sea was as isolated as it was before, allowing him the time to cultivate and research the methods and needs for his future cultivation. Ming He felt that the spiritual inheritance information was too haphazard. As a technology otaku, he preferred information to be organized.

The cultivation method he received from the spiritual inheritance was named Blood Sea Mystical Skill. This was a manual on refining one’s Purusa and supernatural power. Other than that, the spiritual inheritance included a magic skill called Clone of Blood God as well as a formation befitting Blood Sea, named Blood River Formation.

Clone of Blood God was a special skill unique to mythical Ancestor Ming He. As long Blood Sea do not wither, Ming He would be immortal. He started drooling looking at that magic skill: 480,000,000. Ming He could create up to 480,000,000 Clones of Blood God. Just the thought alone was enough to make him tremble with excitement.

In his previous life, he watched an animation called Naruto . The character that he was most envious of Minato who had the ability to clone himself as and when he wanted to. Although that skill was nothing compared to Ming He’s Clone of Blood God, his own did have its restrictions. The clones were considered Ming He’s avatars, but their cultivation was lower than Ming He by two big realms.

The Blood River Formation was more special. If just anyone attempted to use the formation, its power was average and it was at most a first-class formation. When compared to the Top Grade Formation in the land such as Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation, Cosmic Stars Formation, and God-Killing Sword Formation, there was a huge gap.

But if the formation was created by the 480,000,000 Clones of Blood God and within Blood Sea, its power was that of a top grade formation. There was also a unique use for the formation. Rather than calling it an ability, it was more accurate to say it was the mission of the formation.

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Years later, Untainted Land would witness an endless massacre including the Hundred Clans of Untainted Land and Sorcerer and Demon Clan. There would be so many dead bodies that their blood was sure to contaminate Untainted Land, creating a land filled with a deadly aura. Blood River Formation could expel the evil aura in the blood from the Void to Blood Sea, which could be seen as a work of merit. With this, no one would try and cause Ming He trouble.

But nothing was set in stone. Ming He still had to be cautious. All creatures beneath the sage was considered a nonentity; without sufficient strength, it was best to be careful. However, with this layer of protection, anyone that wanted to kill him had to be wary. Coupled with his half-formed Merit of Creation, even a sage may not be able to handle the consequences of killing him.

All these were stories for the future. Ming He embarked on the first ever cultivation journey in his life after researching Blood Sea Mystical Skill. The newly born Untainted Land was filled with spiritual air. The countless spiritual air was assimilated into his soul the moment Ming He practiced the techniques. The air kept nourishing and strengthening his soul.

Day after day, year after year, the passing of time had ceased to have meaning. Millions of years had passed in a flash. Sitting cross-legged atop the Red Lotus of Fire, Ming He observed Blood Sea. The once small, weak soul had become a Purusa, so strong that it was almost condensed into a physical form.

"Hu..." Ming He exhaled a huge sigh of relief after ending the first cultivation of his lifetime. He never thought that he would be cultivating millions of years in one sitting. It was simply too unbelievable. Cultivating made him felt like he was high on opium; while he was gaining enlightenment, he also realised his insignificance in the grand scheme of things. It made him want to cultivate more, to be even stronger. It was so much that it almost became an out-of-control addiction.

Ming He only cultivated his purusa. His cultivation went unimpeded, and his Purusa realm had reached the peak of Golden Immortal. With just a little more enlightenment, he would be elevated into the realm of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. His force of Purusa was now to control Red Lotus of Fire to refine the Blood Placenta for his physical manifestation.

Nonetheless, Ming He was no longer anxious. The refinement of Blood Placenta was a long process. Even though no one would come to Blood Sea, it was better to be safe than sorry. Ming He decided to create some Clones of Blood Gods to lay down the Blood River Formation just in case.

Clones of Blood God needed the blood from Blood Sea and the Spiritual Thoughts from Ming He’s purusa to be formed. This was no small feat as this would damage his Purusa. There was fortunately Xuanyuan Water Control Flag. The flag produced Three Light Holy Water, which had an incredible effect on nourishing the purusa. Otherwise Ming He would not have dared to do so.

Another thousand years passed once again. The refinement of 480,000,000 Clones of Blood God was a daunting task and Ming He was naturally not silly enough to do so all at once. This time he only refined 36,000,000 Clones of Blood God. Each clone had the realm and supernatural power of a Black Immortal. If they were to lay down the Blood River Formation, they could resist even the attack of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Ming He felt much safer having Blood River Formation as protection. Next came the refinement of Blood Placenta by using Purusa to control Red Lotus of Fire. Countless flames of Red Lotus Fire instantly emerged from Red Lotus of Fire, burning Evil Spirit from the placenta.

"Hiss....! Tzz..." Countless weird and harsh sounds came from the placenta, giving Ming He goosebumps. These were the obsession remnants of the fallen Mazingers. The placenta was formed by the essence of Pan Gu and the blood of Mazingers. While it was normal to have remnant thoughts and he would be able to use this for his physical transformation, this would limit his future cultivation.

While Ming He’s Purusa was refining the placenta, his 36,000,000 Clones of Blood God did not remain idle either. Though they were not able to cultivate and breakthrough their current realm, this did not affect their ability to research the techniques and magic skills. This was influenced by the replication technique in Naruto .

The replication technique in Naruto was considered a BUG skill, such as the ability to gain everything that an avatar learned when they returned to their main entity. It was a good skill to have to enhance his research. Clone of Blood God was not as troublesome because their spiritual thoughts were linked. Any prediction of magic skills through spiritual thoughts was simply amazing.

Even though Blood Sea Mystical Skill was a cultivation technique passed down through the spiritual inheritance and was suitable for him to cultivate, it was definitely not perfect. The descendants of the Chaos, Pan Gu, and the 3,000 Mazingers all cultivated internally and externally. The powerful physical bodies of Mazingers, coupled with their immense supernatural power, made them all superb fighters in Untainted Land.

Ming He wanted to cultivate internally and externally. Though he did not have any techniques to refine his physical form, it did not prevent him from predicting and experimenting. The best experimental subject was his Clones of Blood God. Even if the prediction went wrong and Clones of Blood God were forced to cultivate that predicted technique, Ming He simply had to destroy the clones and create new ones. In Untainted Land, there was only one person that could predict a technique using this method; that was Ming He.

36,000,000 Clones of Blood God predicting the techniques and magic skills was much faster than Ming He doing it personally umpteen times. There was a huge flaw to this, however: the cultivation realm.

The Clones of Blood God were lower than Ming He by two realms, so their prediction capabilities had serious limitations. It was akin to a junior high student learning high school knowledge. They were able to understand half of it, but if one made them learn from university knowledge, they would not be able to do so.

The prediction his Clone of Blood God made could only reach the same cultivation realm as Ming He. He could only rely on himself for everything else. Yet, this was enough of an amazing feat. At least, his foundation would not be flawed.

Over tens of thousands of years later, the burning flame in the center of Blood Sea was extinguished. The once blood red placenta tinged with black was now purified into what seemed like a bloody, red ruby without impurities, filled with limitless temptation.

Ming He was satisfied with the current placenta even if it was nowhere near the size of the original placenta. But not only was it completely pure, it was also free from the remnant thoughts from Pan Gu and the mazingers. The blood had been united as a single entity, without indications of previous separations.

The next step was to use the refined placenta to manifest his physical form. Ming He’s Purusa entered the placenta in a flash, followed by immense spiritual air, eventually creating a whirlpool of spiritual air. The placenta expanded more and more as time passed and its vital force also became stronger.

Convert Essence into Qi, Convert Qi into Spirit, Convert Spirit into Emptiness, Convert Emptiness into Tao, Earthly Immortals, Heavenly Immortal, Veridical Immortal, and the Black Immortal. After gradual elevations, the placenta began taking the form of a young lad resembling Ming He in his past life.

Rumble! A powerful surge of force came from Ming He’s body, resulting in turbulent tidal waves forming in Blood Sea. At the same time, dark clouds gathered and thunder roared above. That was the Thunder Tribulation for Ming He’s transformation.

Rumble! A stroke of lightning descended from the cloud of tribulation, hitting the placenta where Ming He was transforming in. Ming He did not use any spiritual treasure to defend himself. Instead he used his own flesh to go against the Thunder Tribulation of Transformation. The odd thing was the vital force of the placenta only grew stronger after Ming He suffered a blow from the Thunder Tribulation.

Thereafter, every time the cloud of tribulation struck down a stroke of lightning, the vital force of the placenta grew stronger. When all 81 strokes had been descended from the Thunder Tribulation, the placenta was completely transformed and Ming He’s physical form took its place. It was no different from the way he looked in his past life, except for a purple lightning bolt imprint between his eyebrows and being dressed in a black robe. Even though he still seemed as ordinary as ever, his new look gave him an indescribable elegance.

Ming He looked at his hands and feet, overwhelmed with emotion. Though he had spent hundreds of thousands of years without a physical form, he still missed having a body. Now that he had one, he finally felt a sense of reality.