Ch. 69 - Six-Domain Weapon Nurturing Method
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Xu Zimo had already decided on the path for nurturing his weapon.
He remembered from his previous life that there was a powerful cultivator named Six-Domain Ancestor.
After reaching the Mountain of the Imperial Meridian Realm, instead of obsessing over breaking through to the Empyrean Meridian Realm, he deliberately slowed down his cultivation to fully devote himself to the study of weapon nurturing.
He spent a full century in seclusion and ultimately created a method known as the Six-Domain Weapon Nurturing Technique.
The “Six Domains” here didn’t refer to geographic regions or outer realms, but rather six elemental attributes:
Six-Domain Ancestor secluded himself in the mountains for a hundred years. When his weapon nurturing technique was complete, it is said that when he finally drew his divine blade. One slash summoned rolling thunder, roaring fire, sweeping hurricanes, and crashing floods, with moonlight and sunlight illuminating the heavens.
From that century of refinement, he stabilized his mindset and ascended into the Empyrean Meridian Realm in one bold leap.
His battle of fame was using the very divine blade he had nurtured, defeating an Empyrean Meridian cultivator two minor realms above him, though severely injured, he ultimately killed his opponent.
From then on, the Six-Domain Weapon Nurturing Method gained renown across the Eastern Continent, eagerly sought and studied by countless warriors.
Xu Zimo realized that at this point in the timeline, Six-Domain Ancestor had yet to break through the Imperial Meridian Realm, and his six-domain technique was still only a theoretical idea.
Which meant: he would be the first person to actually implement it.
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Returning to South Goose Mountain, it was already deep into the night. Along the way, Xu Zimo still saw some disciples training, carrying boulders as they ran, or practicing swordsmanship and blade techniques.
“We are all ordinary people bearing chains on the road of martial cultivation,” Xu Zimo thought to himself. Even Grand Emperors only walked a bit further than the rest.”
Watching these desperate cultivators gave him a sense of solemnity.
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Atop South Goose Mountain, Xu Zimo slowly unsheathed Shadow Tyrant, gently stroking the now-refined curved blade.
The first step in the Six-Domain method was to cultivate Six-Domain spiritforce within the body.
Following the techniques from his past life, Xu Zimo began his training.
While not particularly difficult, it still took him the entire night to produce even the first trace of Six-Domain spiritforce.
As the sky gradually brightened, and violet-qi rose from the east, the early glow of dawn painted the heavens red.
Xu Zimo channeled the Six-Domain spiritforce to levitate Shadow Tyrant in mid-air.
Then, beams of solar essence, tinted violet, cascaded down from the horizon and were gently absorbed into the blade.
The hour before sunrise was when the Solar Essence was most abundant. Missing this window made absorption practically useless.
The same applied to the Lunar Essence, which had to be absorbed during the first hour of moonrise.
These two attributes were easy to gather. The real challenge lay in the other four, Heavenly Thunder, Terrestrial Fire, Hurricane, and Torrential Flood, which were far rarer.
But for Xu Zimo, obtaining them wasn’t hard, just not worth an extra trip.
Luckily, True Martial Sacred Ground had a Lightning Pool, which he could use to refine the thunder attribute first.
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Early that morning, Ji Baiyu delivered the five hundred Featherflight Crystals.
Thanks to the Featherflight Stele, Ji Baiyu had no shortage of these. These crystals were likely ones she had stockpiled for herself.
She dropped them off without much conversation and left quickly, she’d decided the less interaction with someone like Xu Zimo, the better. He was the kind of man who never lost out in a deal.
Among the inner court elders, a number belonged to Xu Qingshan’s faction, often referred to as the younger reformists.
Xu Zimo paid them a respectful visit and successfully had Ji Baiyu placed into the inner court.
His own position in the sect was rather awkward.
Technically, he was still an outer court disciple.
But practically, his father was the most powerful man in the sect, he had nothing to fear from anyone.
Still, he couldn’t command others outright. If he needed help, he had to ask politely. People might help out for Xu Qingshan’s sake, but not his.
……
Which meant that everything he had so far was thanks to his father.
He himself had yet to display any value worth investing in.
The best way to change that?
Becoming the sect’s Holy Son.
The Holy Son not only received more resources, but also carried the sect’s hopes for a future Grand Emperor.
In many sects, the Holy Son was often chosen to be a contender for the Heaven’s Will.
If successful, the sect would shine for generations, its name rising with the Emperor like the sun at noon.
Even if the contender failed, the Holy Son would still be a prime candidate to become the next sect master.
Losing the Mandate didn’t mean weakness, only that someone else was more monstrous in talent.
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After seeing Ji Baiyu off, Xu Zimo returned to his cultivation, diving deep into introspection and technique refinement.
He arranged the 500 Featherflight Crystals around him and began slowly absorbing their energy.
In the True-Fate Space within his abdomen, the Nightmare Beast was still struggling violently.
The Nightmare Beast’s greatest power was creating dream illusions. Xu Zimo opened the True-Fate Space and let it out.
The little creature stared at him with glowing red eyes before ripples of energy started emanating from its body.
Xu Zimo didn’t resist, instead, he allowed the beast to envelop him in dream.
He wanted to find a sliver of possibility within this illusionary realm.
“The River of Time...”
Martial cultivation was mentally exhausting. Rushing it was futile, it required steady accumulation and sudden bursts of inspiration.
When that spark arrived, it would be like a flood smashing through a dam, uncontrollable and overwhelming.
“Raging torrents fall from the heavens, never to return…”
……
Xu Zimo remained in this state for a full week.
When he finally awakened, he returned the Nightmare Beast to the True-Fate Space.
The 500 Featherflight Crystals were now reduced to dust, their energy completely consumed.
Xu Zimo stood up. Though he hadn’t discovered the River of Time, he had made significant progress in his understanding of martial cultivation.
“The road ahead is long and winding…”
He stepped outside. It was already afternoon. The golden sunset painted half the sky, and disciples flew overhead on flying beasts, casting silhouettes across the glowing clouds.
The clouds themselves looked like burning flames, turning the scene into a stunning landscape painting.
Just then, Little Gui arrived at the courtyard atop South Goose Mountain. Seeing Xu Zimo, he quickly called out:
“Senior Brother, you're finally out!”
“In a few days, I’m heading to Sacred Spring Sect. You’re coming with me,” Xu Zimo said.