Chapter Seven: The Creator
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The power of the Creator's Golden Core, displaying formidable destructive force, excited Fang Yi.
He was eager to test what other uses this power could have.
"In myths and legends, cultivators can use magic, such as conjuring fire, water, or even summoning lightning out of thin air. Could I also do these things with the power of the Golden Core?"
Fang Yi wanted to try it out, but he truly didn't know how to conjure water or fire, let alone summon lightning.
"The origin of all things in the world is the same; they are all the particles I see in my divine soul state, only arranged in different orders, resulting in different forms. If I could know the forms of the particles that make up water and fire, wouldn't I be able to use magic?"
In his normal state, and even in his divine soul state, Fang Yi couldn't see the particle composition.
However, he could observe it using the energy field model copied from the divine statue.
But using that form consumed a lot of energy.
Fang Yi's nutrition was already somewhat insufficient.
At this moment, he hesitated.
"Won't I overuse energy and ruin my body?"
He pondered for a moment, then finally decided to give it a try. "It's just a momentary observation, it shouldn't consume that much energy. I just need to find a suitable object to observe first, otherwise it will consume too much energy."
Fang Yi looked around the kitchen and finally turned on the gas stove.
Whoosh, the flame ignited.
He quickly put himself into a state of mental transcendence, then injected energy into the constructed magnetic field.
The next second, the particle form constituting the flame appeared in his mind.
The particle form of the flame was different from what he had observed before.
Although it was only composed of six or seven hundred million particles, the form of these particles was constantly changing.
Constructing the model seemed a bit difficult.
Fang Yi pondered for a long time, and only when he was confident did he begin to try to construct it.
Once, he failed.
Ten times, he failed.
One hundred and twenty-three times, still failed.
Fang Yi was undeterred, persistently continuing to try to construct the model of fire.
One thousand times!
Ten thousand times! One
hundred thousand times!
Finally, after hundreds of thousands of failed attempts, he successfully built the model!
The moment it was completed, he infused it with the power of his golden core and felt an intense heat "baking" his mind.
Startled, Fang Yi quickly withdrew his thoughts back to his physical body, and the feeling disappeared.
Although he had attempted to build the model of fire particles hundreds of thousands of times, not much real time had passed.
Only about ten seconds had elapsed.
"Why does the flame cause so much damage to my mind?"
he pondered, suddenly recalling a passage about the divine soul he had seen while researching Taoist knowledge.
Although Fang Yi had observed the energy field model copied from the statue and knew that there was no divine soul, only the human bio-energy field,
he felt that since he could cultivate to his current level using the *Chen Xiansheng Neidan Jue*, the ancient concept of "divine soul" might very well be a bio-energy field, something worth learning from.
"Taoist records state that the Yang Shen (**) is the highest realm of Taoist alchemy cultivation. The most fundamental method to achieve the Yang Shen is to refine all the Yin impurities within the Yuan Shen (**), ultimately transforming it into a pure Yang Yuan Shen without Yin. This means that before the Yang Shen is cultivated, the Yuan Shen contains Yin impurities, which can be harmed by extremely Yang energy. Flame is precisely an extremely Yang substance, so my mind, transcending my physical state, cannot withstand it."
Simply put, my cultivation level is insufficient.
Furthermore, Fang Yi remembered that physics describes flame as a form of energy release.
Since it releases energy, it must have some harm to the mind, which is also an energy field.
After understanding the reason, Fang Yi roughly knew what to do.
"I can't control extremely Yang substances like flame and lightning for now. In short, I can't control any substance that releases energy for now. I can only try to control substances that don't release energy now.
Substances that don't release energy?
Isn't water a substance that doesn't release energy?"
Fang Yi turned off the gas stove and went to the sink where he washed vegetables and dishes.
He turned on the tap, then once again allowed his mind to transcend his physical body, entering an astral projection state. He poured the energy of his golden core into the model he had constructed, quickly replicating the particle form that constituted water, and then finished.
This state lasted only a moment, but still consumed a great deal of energy.
The number of particles that make up water was small, still just over 600 million.
Fang Yi tried to construct the water-shaped model.
Once.
Ten times.
Fifty times.
Because it was a static model, he successfully constructed it after only three hundred attempts.
He once again poured the energy of his mind into this successfully constructed "model."
A terrible thing happened!
Fang Yi felt the power of his mind being absorbed uncontrollably by the "model."
He was so frightened that he quickly severed the connection, but he was still severely weakened.
The only thing that made him happy was that a water droplet the size of a grain of rice appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Success!
I really succeeded in creating water out of nothing!
Fang Yi was overjoyed.
Don't underestimate this tiny drop of water.
This was something he had created from nothing.
This was a powerful ability only a creator could possess!
"But something's not right. Myths and legends say that Golden Core cultivators possess overwhelming power, while I can only create a single drop of water. Isn't the difference too great?"
No!
Something must be wrong!
Fang Yi brought his thoughts back to his body.
Despite feeling exhausted, he continued to ponder.
Perhaps he had been thinking for too long, for he forgot to turn off the tap.
Soon, the pool was full, and drops of water splashed onto his shoes.
Suddenly, Fang Yi understood!
He quickly turned off the tap and pulled the plug from the pool, muttering to himself, "I just created something from nothing, so the energy consumed was naturally enormous. But the Golden Core cultivators in myths and legends only control water, fire, and lightning; naturally, they don't need that much energy."
It's like having someone carry two hundred buckets of water—they'd be exhausted.
But if you use tap water, filling two hundred buckets requires almost no effort.
Guiding and creating are different.
"But how can I harness water, fire, lightning, and thunder for my own use?"
Fang Yi truly couldn't think of a solution.
Even when he entered a state where his mind transcended his physical body, he still couldn't control water or other substances.
"There must be some trick, but I haven't figured it out yet."
He slapped his forehead. What was there to try ?
Since so many myths and legends circulated in this world, it meant that there must have been people like him who became extraordinary beings in ancient times.
Those pioneers had probably already figured out the methods before him.
If he could obtain those methods, wouldn't everything be solved?
Not to mention, among the many Taoist sects in the country, surely there were Taoist temples with records of ancient spells?
Perhaps these ancient spells seemed like superstition to modern people, since without the power of the Golden Core, they couldn't function at all.
But if he were fortunate enough to learn them, he might actually be able to use magic.
Fang Yi's gaze turned to a certain direction in the southwest, towards Longhu Mountain, one of the six ancestral temples of Taoism.
Perhaps, what he needed was there.
"I'll go to Longhu Mountain."
He made up his mind.
But before that, he needed to rest well.
Creating water droplets out of thin air had drained him of too much energy, leaving him utterly exhausted.
Fang Yi insisted on washing the dishes before returning to his bedroom upstairs to sleep.
...
One hour.
Five hours.
He didn't know how long he slept.
Fang Yi finally woke up groggily.
He felt incredibly weak, as if he hadn't eaten for three days and three nights.
"How many hours did I sleep?"
He looked out the window at the gray sky, unsure if it was evening or dawn, and picked up his phone to check the time.
He was shocked to see that
he had slept for a full seventeen or eighteen hours.
It was already the next morning.
His stomach was growling with hunger.
Fang Yi quickly got up and went downstairs to find something to eat.
In the kitchen, his mother was serving porridge.
Seeing her son, she immediately asked with concern, "Xiao Yi, are you feeling unwell? I couldn't wake you up last night."
Fang Yi couldn't very well say that his cultivation had taken a toll and he needed to rest to recover, so he just gave a vague answer, "I probably got up too early yesterday and was a little tired, so I slept in a bit."
"Okay, let's have breakfast," his mother said with a smile. "I saw you ate so much yesterday, so I cooked a little extra today."
Fang Yi called his father over.
The three of them began to eat breakfast.
His parents each drank a bowl of porridge.
He finished off most of the remaining pot of porridge.
Even so, Fang Yi still felt unsatisfied.
He looked up helplessly and asked, "Mom, is there anything else to eat?"
"Xiao Yi, is something wrong with you?" his father asked with concern.
His mother's eyes were also filled with worry. "Yes, you're still hungry after eating so much?"
Fang Yi knew his condition and didn't want his parents to worry, so he quickly said, "I probably didn't eat well at work recently and didn't get enough nutrition, so I ate a lot at home."
"Oh, I see. Then I'm relieved." His father smiled. "Not getting enough nutrition?" As he spoke, he looked to the side. "Hey, Cheng Lin, where did you put the ginseng my nephew gave me? Take it out and slice it for Xiao Yi to make soup."
"It's hidden in your closet." His mother pointed to the bedroom downstairs.
Ginseng? Fang Yi suddenly
remembered that the "Chen Xiansheng Neidan Jue" mentioned drinking ginseng soup after each cultivation session before going to sleep. He hadn't paid much attention to this before. Hearing his parents' conversation today, he secretly pondered it. Ginseng is a great tonic for vital energy. Could it be that after he ate it, he could replenish a lot of energy? If so, he would no longer have to worry about excessive consumption affecting his health!
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