Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 217: Chapter 137: Borrow Another 1,000 Years, Surely Become Martial Saint

Seeking Tao Institute.

The gentle breeze swept by, carrying the exotic fragrance of the Enlightenment Tea tree, making Ning Qi feel more at ease. In the distance, the White Ape was diligently cultivating. Ever since that day when he shone during the assessment, he had been practicing even harder.

Although cultivation isn’t for showing off, proper display indeed can make cultivation more motivated.

Ning Qi flipped through the tome in his hand.

He read quickly, immediately aware if something was useful to him. If he found some essence worth integrating, he would pause slightly, but even so, it wouldn’t take much time.

From time to time, he waved his hand, and another tome would float towards him.

In the distance, there was a small mountain of books.

This was Ning Qi’s reading volume for the day.

Once he finished reading, the White Ape would go to the Scripture Pavilion to exchange them for a new batch for Ning Qi.

Ning Qi was engrossed. ”Sword Hero’s Travelogue? This is an account of a Celestial Human Realm swordsman’s sixty-year journey across the Great Yan from the Inquiring Sword Pavilion, encountering a great storm in the western desert that covered the sky and devoured the light. It wasn’t until witnessing the Power of Heaven and Earth that he realized he was like an ant...”

He carefully comprehended, feeling as though he was also experiencing it firsthand through the detailed descriptions.

To the people in the Inquiring Sword Pavilion, this might just be a special experience of an ancestor. Such tomes they might not even give much attention to, at most, some disciples might read it casually as a leisure text.

These types of tomes are mostly travelogues and autobiographies. Inquiring Sword Pavilion doesn’t value them much, so they sent them all over this time, not even bothering to transcribe them thoroughly.

But to Ning Qi, these were excellent ways to enrich his foundation, allowing him to indirectly comprehend the myriad phenomena of the world and gain much from it.

He extracted the essence, continuously drawing nourishment for growth.

Nowadays, he only needed to spend some time each day refining the spirit, and cultivation was easier than when he broke through from Jade Liquid Realm to Primordial Core Realm, leaving him with more time for enlightenment and creation techniques. ”Maritime Experiences...” ”Exotic Beast Theories...”

Tome after tome was swiftly scanned.

Suddenly.

Ning Qi’s gaze paused on the one in his hand. ”River Chronicles.”

Interest welled up in his eyes.

When he previously entered the Sword Tower, he learned that the Sword Intent comprehended by the ancestor of Inquiring Sword Pavilion was named River Sword Intent. Later he found out that this talented ancestor even changed his name to Wu Jianghe. ”Could this be his autobiography?”

Ning Qi opened it.

He immediately knew his guess was correct.

His interest deepened.

He turned page by page, reading attentively, finding that this autobiography only recorded part of Wu Jianghe’s life trajectory. ”From being ordinary when he first set foot on the Martial Path to gradually rising after initially condensing the River Sword Intent, this tome records Wu Jianghe’s experiences during that period. Yet, it’s filled mostly with trivial daily matters and some life reflections, appearing somewhat immature. As for insights into Sword Dao, they’re scarcely mentioned, no wonder Inquiring Sword Pavilion relegated it to this neglected pile.”

Ning Qi estimated that after so many years, some people in the Inquiring Sword Pavilion might not even remember this autobiography. ”However, actually, you can see from it that Wu Jianghe was the kind of person who develops late. Some daily routines, albeit mundane, easily show certain good habits, truly causing Inquiring Sword Pavilion to miss the point.”

Ning Qi shook his head slightly.

Even though this tome doesn’t record any Sword Dao insights, if someone were willing to delve deeply, they could gain something. It only shows how the efforts of this Inquiring Sword Pavilion ancestor were in vain, reflecting that the pavilion has become extremely impetuous. Even if it hadn’t antagonized the True Martial Sect, it would sooner or later provoke other strong beings.

He continued reading.

Suddenly, his gaze halted.

He turned to the last page. ”To those who come after, whether they’re from Inquiring Sword Pavilion or not, it’s fate that leads us here.”

Ning Qi slightly furrowed his brow, not because of the content, but because he sensed an extremely subtle fluctuation from between the lines. As he fully perceived it, the fluctuation became increasingly apparent, and the River Chronicles before him seemed to change its form.

He sat up straight.

Threads of the Power of Heaven and Earth gathered by his side, Divine Intent burgeoned, even the White Ape looked over with an astonished gaze.

Ning Qi’s eyes grew increasingly bright.

The Gang Qi in his palm gathered, transforming into a ball of flame.

Then it enveloped the River Chronicles.

In an instant.

The yellowed pages turned to ash, but within the ashes, they weren’t empty; a few pages of paper shimmering with silver light appeared, making Ning Qi’s lips slowly curve upwards.

His feeling was indeed correct! ”This River Chronicles has a secret. To glimpse this secret isn’t easy. It’s unlikely that an ordinary Celestial Human Realm could achieve it. It must be an unparalleled Celestial Being Realm Perfection kind of strong person, perhaps even Gu Changhe was a bit short. Of course, even if he could sense something unusual from the last sentence, he wouldn’t have the disposition to read such a boring book.”

Perhaps in the past, some disciples from Inquiring Sword Pavilion browsed it, but they didn’t have the qualifications to witness its true face.

By a twist of fate, it instead fell into Ning Qi’s hands.

Ning Qi shook the silver pages in his hand with anticipation.

The first sentence immediately invigorated him. ”Regret! Regret! Regret! If only I could borrow another thousand years from the heavens, why worry about achieving the pinnacle of Martial Saint?”

A strong feeling of unwillingness emerged.

Even an unparalleled Celestial Being Perfection strong person can only have a lifespan of eight hundred years. ”There no longer exists a Martial Saint Technique in the world. Relying on our own strength to recreate a Martial Saint Technique, how extremely difficult it is! It’s no less than retracing the path of our ancestors.” ”However, the predecessors blazed a trail through hardship, expending time measured in thousands of years to open up the Martial Saint realm. How can we achieve it in just a few hundred years? Only an unrivaled prodigy, unprecedented through the ages, could have a glimmer of hope!”