Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands

Chapter 306: Opening a Heaven-Grade Primordial Spirit and Advancing to the Divine Transformation Stage

A year later, Shen Mo naturally reached the peak of the Nascent soul stage.

Energy waves surged for hundreds of miles, lingering for a long time.

Even he hadn't expected to progress so quickly.

"This is good. Now I can begin the process of creating a Heaven-Grade Primordial Spirit."

Shen Mo nodded slightly.

Under the cover of night, he left the Jade Cauldron Sect.

His reason for leaving was simple: to search for an opportunity to break through by hunting demonic beasts.

Before leaving, Shen Mo, as always, checked his life panel.

[Fate: Stagnation at the peak of the Nascent soul stage. Seven years later, the conflict between the Three Sects and One King will erupt fully, with elders at the Divine Transformation stage engaging in battle.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom will launch a massive campaign, flattening the mountain gates of the Three Sects and One King and slaughtering countless people.

Protected by Li Zhendao and Wan Muchun, Shen Mo will barely escape to the East Sea.

However, this battle will damage his foundation, preventing him from ever reaching the Divine Transformation stage. In the end, his life will fade away as he exhausts his lifespan.]

Shen Mo showed no surprise at the prediction.

He knew that unless he advanced beyond the Divine Transformation stage, he would never change his fate.

"A predetermined destiny cannot bind me!"

With determination in his eyes, Shen Mo left resolutely.

He traveled to a secluded valley in the northern region of Mianshan Prefecture.

There, he began the process of creating a Heaven-Grade Primordial Spirit.

The first step, of course, was breaking open the Nascent soul.

Shen Mo sat cross-legged at the center of the valley. With a slight mental effort, his Nascent soul emerged from his mouth.

Currently, his Nascent soul was incredibly solid, vivid, and lifelike—a miniature version of Shen Mo himself.

The Nascent soul wore a golden pill crown, appearing youthful yet dignified.

It radiated immense Nascent soul power, the hallmark of the stage's peak.

If clothed, it might even be mistaken for a real child.

Shen Mo observed the Nascent soul before him closely.

The Nascent soul, in turn, opened its eyes and looked back at him.

Shen Mo felt a strange sensation as though gazing into his own soul.

But he knew the Nascent soul wasn't a soul.

It was merely a condensed manifestation of Nascent soul power.

The true soul lay within the Divine Transformation, combining spirit and power into what was known as the Primordial Spirit.

This was why cultivators at the Nascent soul stage could attack others' souls directly.

"Let's begin breaking open the Nascent soul."

Shen Mo retrieved the Soul Abyss Awl.

Channeling spiritual energy into the tool, he aimed it at the Nascent soul and struck from a distance.

A sharp pain immediately flooded his senses.

It penetrated his soul and tested his willpower.

Shen Mo nearly fainted from the agony.

But each time, his immense willpower regained control, forcing him to remain conscious.

He understood that losing consciousness would mean failure at this critical first step.

If the process failed, the Soul Abyss Awl would become ineffective.

He would then need to search for another Soul Abyss Awl and try again.

But acquiring the Soul Abyss Awl was no easy task.

After Zhao Yaolu and Lu Dongxuan killed a prince and obtained three Soul Abyss Awls, the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom had tightly restricted the artifact.

Even princes were no longer allowed to carry a Soul Abyss Awl in their storage pouches when traveling.

Who knew how long it would take to find another one?

Success was his only option.

"This pain is nothing."

"Endure!"

Clenching his teeth, Shen Mo continued to wield the Soul Abyss Awl, slicing downward from the Divine Transformation's crown.

The awl, sharp as a blade, cut through the Nascent soul 's outer layer with each movement.

What lay beneath was the true essence—his slumbering Primordial Spirit.

Time passed, day by day.

Three months later, Shen Mo finally used the Soul Abyss Awl to completely split open the Nascent soul's outer shell.

With a soft sound, the Nascent soul's outer shell broke apart, splitting into two halves before sinking into the sea of spiritual energy.

The true nature of Shen Mo's Primordial Spirit was finally laid bare before him.

Compared to the vivid and lifelike Nascent soul, the Primordial Spirit was even more intricate and detailed, capturing every nuance.

Looking at the Primordial Spirit, Shen Mo felt as if he were gazing directly at his own soul, unlike with the Nascent soul, where it felt like looking at another version of himself.

"The first step is complete. Now for the second step: nourishing the Primordial Spirit."

Shen Mo retrieved the fragment of the Celestial Mustache that he had long prepared and immediately began refining it.

A surge of vibrant, green energy erupted like a vast river, flowing unceasingly.

Guided by Shen Mo, the energy wrapped itself around the Primordial Spirit.

In an instant, Shen Mo felt a comforting warmth.

For a brief moment, it was as though he had returned to his mother's womb, transformed into an unborn child.

"As expected of the first Demon Emperor."

"Even the energy in its remnants is unimaginably vast."

Shen Mo couldn't help but voice his admiration.

The process of nourishing the Primordial Spirit was devoid of pain.

On the contrary, it was a warm, soothing experience.

It felt as though his soul were submerged in a gentle, warm pool, constantly bathed by the vibrant green energy.

It was so comforting that it became nearly addictive, making one reluctant to leave such bliss.

Six months later, the energy within the fragment of the Celestial Mustache was completely absorbed by the Primordial Spirit.

Compared to when it had just been separated from the Nascent soul , the Primordial Spirit now exuded a livelier and more agile presence.

At Shen Mo's command, the Primordial Spirit reacted with perfect precision, mirroring his intent.

He nodded in satisfaction.

Now, it was time for the final step—the most critical one.

This step was to connect the Primordial Spirit to the physical body.

Once this step was completed, the Primordial Spirit could advance or retreat freely:

It could leave the body to attack an opponent's Primordial Spirit, or it could return to the body to avoid danger.

Failure to complete this step would result in stagnation.

Such a state would not truly qualify as the Divine Transformation stage, but neither would it remain at the peak of the previous stage.

At most, it would be considered a half-step Divine Transformation.

Worse still, failing at this stage would make any future attempts at breaking through impossible.

He would forever be stuck, unable to fully reach the Divine Transformation stage.

"Now, for the third step in creating a Heaven-Grade Primordial Spirit: tempering it with divine lightning!"

Shen Mo channeled his spiritual energy and retrieved a charred tree trunk from a distance.

Without hesitation, he pressed the fragment against his forehead.

Beneath the forehead lay the brain—the most closely connected point between the physical body and the Primordial Spirit.

As soon as the charred fragment made contact with his skin, golden lightning spread like a web.

Starting from the forehead, it extended through his limbs and into every corner of his body.

Pain.

Indescribable pain.

It felt as though countless steel needles were piercing his body.

At the same time, it was as if countless insects were crawling and gnawing inside him.

The sensation shifted abruptly to one of falling into an endless sea of fire, with no escape, every inch of skin scorched by flames.

Then, as he left the sea of fire, he plunged into a bottomless pit of ice, where the violent temperature changes caused his skin to crack and bleed.

This cycle of excruciating pain repeated endlessly.

It tore through his nerves while simultaneously numbing them.

Several times, Shen Mo nearly lost consciousness.

But each time, he gritted his teeth and endured.

He reminded himself that this was his one chance.

If he failed now, who knew how many years it would take to attempt creating a Heaven-Grade Primordial Spirit again?

It was even possible that the opportunity would never come, forcing him to settle for a lower-grade Earth-Grade Primordial Spirit.

That was a fate he absolutely refused to accept.

Time passed, day by day.

The pain lasted for three full months.

Over these months, the physical body and the Primordial Spirit gradually merged.

Finally, at long last, the body and the Primordial Spirit fully integrated.

Shen Mo's eyes were now bloodshot.

But at the exact moment of fusion, a surge of immense joy erupted in his gaze.

Boom!

An astonishing aura exploded outward from Shen Mo's body, rippling in all directions.

Brilliant light radiated from his form, accompanied by shockwaves that reverberated for tens of thousands of miles.

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