LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 11: The Path of the Cocoon
Surrounded by vines, an ethereal aura spiraled around him, as celestial bodies occasionally descended from the sky, transforming into a myriad of creatures in a symphony of creation, only to be captured by him, deconstructed into ancient glyphs. With the passage of time, the profound truths of various grand paths flowed into Wang Heng's mind, becoming the foundation of his Tao, the soil from which the path would sprout.
In this moment, Wang Heng could scarcely distinguish whether this was a dream or reality, but such distinctions hardly mattered to him. All that consumed his thoughts was his desire to embark on the path of cultivation, to realize his grand ambitions and live up to the unparalleled talent bestowed upon him as the progeny of the Celestial King.
Upon arriving in this vast and boundless world of gods and demons, he had the choice: to remain in obscurity, living aimlessly through chaotic times, or to soar high and ascend the pinnacle of the celestial path, savoring the splendor of the mortal world.
Wang Heng chose the latter without hesitation. To him, life was meant to be lived with flair and brilliance.
Now that he had become the progeny of the Celestial King, starting from such an elevated beginning, he could not afford idleness or waste.
Thus, he absorbed the profound truths of the ancient glyphs from the Hall of Teachings with ravenous zeal, tirelessly enriching his own essence.
As time slipped by, the number of ancient glyphs Wang Heng mastered increased steadily: a thousand... ten thousand... a hundred thousand...
Each glyph represented a rule of existence, elucidating a grand path, flowing with his will in the void, spiraling around him.
Initially, only a few strands appeared, gradually forming into a dense mist of Dao, emitting a thundering sound that reverberated in the ears like a profound enlightenment.
Eventually, it coalesced into a web-like structure, enveloping Wang Heng's form.
He himself was immersed in the deepest level of enlightenment, his eyes slightly closed, a radiant glow emanating from his brow, and his blood coursing through his body like a raging river, accompanied by the murmurs of ancient scriptures. This was the power encapsulated within the Immortal King's lineage, now unleashed.
If a cultivator were present, they would undoubtedly recognize that this formation had transformed into a Cocoon of Dao.
In this state, one's ability to comprehend the Dao was magnified dozens to hundreds of times over.
Such was the case for Wang Heng. His original limit was to comprehend ten ancient glyphs at a time, needing to defeat the Dao entities manifested from these glyphs. But now, with the Cocoon of Dao, his speed in understanding the glyphs drastically increased.
One could see the starlight occasionally falling from the celestial river above, rushing directly towards the cocoon.
As it approached, it transformed into ancient glyphs, merging into the cocoon and assimilating into Wang Heng's consciousness.
At this rate, the number of ancient glyphs he grasped was exponentially rising with an amazing speed visible to the naked eye.
Regular beings, if they lack a foundational cultivation, have virtually no chance of comprehending the profound words of the Dao. Even if they attempt to cultivate, their rate of understanding is severely limited. Greed gets them nowhere, for once they reach a certain threshold, it's saturated; they must elevate their cultivation to continue progressing.
Wang Heng, however, is an exception. With the bloodline of a Celestial King, he carries an extraordinary power and depth, much like an endless abyss, absorbing the ancient Dao glyphs without saturation.
This is undeniably astonishing—a feat comparable to mastering numerous Dao phrases even before starting the path of cultivation. In the infinite history of the Primal Ancient Realm, such instances are extremely rare and few beings can achieve this.
Perhaps even the enigmatic man at the True Immortal stage would be shocked to know that Wang Heng defies the natural order to such an extent. Should he learn of these circumstances, he would undoubtedly be left speechless.
According to conventional wisdom, not even a Celestial King's offspring should be able to grasp so many profound truths of the Dao in such a short time.
Who knows how much time has passed as silence gradually reigns within the Hall of Enlightenment. Starfalls cease, and the creatures born from the true essence of the Dao no longer howl at the sky, returning everything to tranquility.
Suddenly, a crisp "crack" sounds from Wang Heng's location.
The ethereal Dao transforms at that moment, becoming tangible and forming a real shell.
The manifestation of a complete Dao signifies a profound level of enlightenment for the living being, a rare accomplishment with tremendous implications for one's future.
With the cracking and dispersal of the Dao cocoon fragments, the scene within is revealed.
A slender figure sits quietly, cross-legged and motionless, as if caught in deep slumber—it is none other than Wang Heng, who has attained enlightenment.
At this moment, his body is covered with ancient characters, densely packed over his face, neck, arms, and legs. Each character is minuscule, tens or even hundreds of times smaller than an ant.
These characters are arranged and combined in a unique manner, resonating with his coursing blood, reflecting an exalted scripture imprinted in Wang Heng's eyes. This scripture, comprising over a hundred characters, exudes an unparalleled sense of majesty, elevated and ineffable.
This phenomenon is not of Wang Heng's doing. With his current power and knowledge, it would be impossible to create such a forbidden scripture from the ancient characters he has only just begun to master.
The true source of all this lies within Wang Heng's Celestial King bloodline.
By utilizing the Dao cocoon, he has accelerated his comprehension, mastering millions of ancient characters in a very short span of time.
This had laid the most solid foundation of Dao soil for him, becoming a key to unlocking the treasure buried deep within his bloodline.
The forbidden scripture that emerged upon his body was none other than the most powerful secret technique of the Wang Family's Celestial King, one of the three ultimate sword techniques—The Tranquility Disruption Technique.
From the moment Wang Heng was born, the inheritance had already been inscribed into his body through the power of his bloodline.
When Wang Heng achieves certain accomplishments or meets specific triggering conditions, this supreme secret technique, which even interests Celestial Kings, would automatically manifest and reveal itself to him.
He soon realized the complexity of this scripture.
The ancient characters recorded in the forbidden scripture were completely foreign to him; neither their structure nor the profound truths of the Dao they contained were something he, a novice in cultivation, could comprehend.
If his guess was correct, each ancient character in the forbidden scripture was a distillation of tens of thousands of the most basic ancient characters, conveying a powerful and mysterious truth of the greater path, beyond imagination.
Just as Wang Heng marveled at the scripture's unfathomable intricacy and divine craftsmanship, the tiny characters within the scripture began to move, crawling swiftly like insects, converging towards a point.
In this process, ancient characters collided and merged, forming even deeper and profound ones.
The scripture, which originally contained over a hundred characters, was instantly condensed into just a few dozen. Then it continued to merge until only ten ancient characters remained, each one radiant as if cast from celestial gold.
Such characters, if casually let loose, could create a formidable legacy that would endure for millennia without breaking.
Wang Heng stared intently at these ten ancient characters, eager to grasp their true meaning.
However, it was dauntingly esoteric, and he had no clues to unravel it.
Only by truly embarking on the path of cultivation and gaining a deeper understanding of the great Dao could he hope to comprehend this forbidden ancient scripture.
(End of Chapter)
