They weren’t short of time and they weren’t afraid of failures. Ning Fan however, lacked such luxury. Core formation itself was a time consuming process. If he failed this time, he wouldn’t dare imagine that kind of powerlessness he would be feeling while confronting the Mosha Emperor a hundred years later.
“70% chance of success isn’t low, but I still need to increase it higher! If I perform the Body and Essence Dual Cultivation, my success rate will increase by another 5 percent. If I advance the Black Demon Art and Snow Treading Art to the third level, it will increase by another 10 percent. In that case, my total success rate will become 85 percent. I have already reached my limit for this. So if I still fail after all of that, I can only accept the Heaven’s will.”
Ning Fan showed a helpless smile. There was no one who could defy the Heaven’s will.
The Old Devil had been embarrassed by Heaven’s will when his True Immortal realm fell drastically to the Harmonious Spirit realm, and even to the extent where he couldn’t become a cultivator anymore, like a crippled man. Anyone who violated the will of the Heavens would never end up well.
The word defying in heaven defying lied with endless difficulty.
If Ning Fan had a choice, he wouldn’t pick the path of defying the heavens as that was too difficult, painful and lonely.
If he still failed in the core formation process even with 85% chance of success, he would make sure to defy the heavens next time in order to succeed.
“Let’s start the seclusion! First off, I will have to comprehend two different types of cultivation law first. The more cultivation laws one can comprehend, the better it is. This is the right time to use the third technique of the Divine Art, Body Art and also known as the cloning technique.”
While Ning Fan gestured his fingers with incantations, an illusory clone of himself exited his body one after another. It had the same appearance as Ning Fan, but there was no cultivation base inside of it.
This type of cloning technique was akin to a fake clone of oneself. It was completely different from an incarnation. Using these clones in battle would mean sending them to their end, but it could be quite useful when it came to collective comprehension.
In an instant, roughly a hundred clones were produced. This was the maximum limit of his half-step Nascent Soul realm spirit sense.
“All of you can only live for three days. So within these three days, I want you all to comprehend the Black Demon Art and Snow Treading Art together!”
“Roger!”
A hundred illusory Ning Fan replied in unison.
Using a hundred clones to comprehend was a hundred times faster than the comprehension speed of an ordinary person. Although this was a great burden to one’s spirit sense, Ning Fan was determined to endure the pain.
Advancing these two cultivation laws to the peak of the second level wasn’t a difficult task in half-a-year’s time of seclusion.
In the first transformation, Ning Fan was transformed into a cultivator from a mortal human after obtaining the inheritance of an Immortal Emperor.
For the second transformation, Ning Fan desired to become a true and powerful expert.
While Ning Fan was still in his seclusion, some changes began to take place back in Ning City.
In the City Lord’s room, inside the fragrant boudoir, Zhihe and Si Wuxie were sleeping on the bed with their usual clothes as if they had had a long chit-chat last night.
The innocent-natured Zhihe and Si Wuxie who had lost her memory seemed to be getting along very well.
As some of the morning light streamed in from the curtains, Zhihe lazily made a roll and continued with her sleep, while Si Wuxie’s whole body shook lightly as if she had been electrocuted.
Immediately, she opened her beautiful eyes and was awoken.
In fact, she wasn’t really awake, she was sinking into the memory of her body.
“Ning Fan! My sect! I remember them now!”
Si Wuxie revealed an expression of indignation, but almost instantly, she felt a sudden pain and passed out.
After a long time, she reopened her eyes and returned to her pure girl style.
“It was strange. I had a very strange dream just now.”
“Hmm? Sisi, what’s wrong with you?” Zhihe rubbed her eyes and yawned.
“It’s nothing. I just had a dream. I dreamt about my other self. It was strange.” Si Wuxie was bewildered.
“You must be thinking too much about it. Oh, by the way, I’m going to break through to the Harmonious Spirit realm soon, I will collect the pills from Nan Gong and then go into seclusion later. Would you mind keeping a lookout for me?” Zhihe sounded pleadingly. When Si Wuxie heard that Zhihe was breaking through to Harmonious Spirit realm, her mouth couldn’t close which made her seem cute.
You haven’t cultivated once in your life, so how are you able to break through to the Harmonious Spirit realm?
Although she had lost her memory, she could vaguely remember that Harmonious Spirit realm was an extremely difficult level to break through.
Could the silly-looking Zhihe really had such a high talent for cultivation? No wonder master is so fond of her.
Speaking of her master, she was missing him very much.