Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Chapter 153: Falcon King Soaring Into the Sky in One Leap

Translator: Ash Editor: Geoffrey

”Glass? Jaw?”

”Hei hei!” Li Yao happened to be laughing mischievously as a mysterious look crept over his face: ”Sister Ling, guess what level I am currently at.”

Ding Lingdang swept a couple of glances over him before she casually said, ”At the temporary station when you had just awakened your spirit roots, you had beaten the sh*t out of a 3rd level Refinement Stage cultivator, so your talent is pretty good. If I have to guess, then after madly cultivating for these few months, you must have advanced by another level, so you are now in the 2nd level of Refinement Stage, right?”

”Nope!”

Just as his voice faded away, she suddenly came to notice that there was something strange. She stared with wide-open eyes as a sliver of a red glow flickered in the depths of her eyes: ”You are in—the 3rd level of the Refinement Stage!”

Ding Lingdang was pleasantly surprised as she ruthlessly clutched Li Yao’s arm: ”Awesome! In just the half year I have not seen you, you have broken through to the 3rd level of the Refinement Stage!”

Li Yao grimaced in pain, yet a smiling look could not remain hidden in the depths of his eyes: ”It seems that I have trained well in the [Soul Converging Technique]. Even Sister Ling had been deceived! There is a small island over there, let me show you my strength!”

A few reefs were scattered at the corner of the Billowing Star Sea, the smallest of which was only enough for a foothold, while the largest was 30 to 50 meters in diameter and had jagged rocks of grotesque shapes, much like the jagged teeth of a dog.

Li Yao, who stood barefooted on the sharp reef with his ten toes spread apart and deeply rooted into the rock much like the claws of a falcon, remained completely motionless even under the havoc of the powerful sea breeze.

Taking a deep breath, the glint in Li Yao’s eyes was completely converged as though there were two deep wells, one could not find even the slightest bit of emotions.

Suddenly, squatting down, he stretched both his hands as back as he could as he moved his fingers to take the form of a claw as if he was a falcon—or a vulture—who was ready to soar into the sky!

The eyes of Ding Lingdang, who stood on another reef not too far away, lit up:

”Soul Igniting Law?”

Soul Igniting Law was an extension of the Soul Converging Technique.

The Soul Converging Technique taught the cultivators how to restrain their soul and was an ability to seal the life force of a cultivator.

The Soul Igniting Law, on the other hand, was just the opposite; it was a technique which allowed a cultivator to stimulate their soul to the limit in the blink of an eye, burning their life to their heart’s content, and release an almost inexhaustible amount of light and heat to illuminate the entire universe!

In other words, the Soul Igniting Law taught the cultivators how to—metamorphosize!

Usually, one used the Soul Converging Technique to restrain their soul and lock their life force.

And in a case of an emergency, using the Soul Igniting Law would ignite the fire of life in the blink of an eye, allowing one to have superhuman abilities.

This was the battle mode of a cultivator.

Ding Lingdang was inexplicably excited in her heart; she was simply more excited than when she had just learned a Soul Igniting Law in the past.

And just like the Soul Converging Techniques, the Soul Igniting Laws was a collective name. There were hundreds of prevailing Soul Igniting Laws in the Heaven Origin Sector.

The Soul Igniting Law Li Yao was cultivating was called [Soaring Into Heaven in One Leap]!

The principle of this Soul Igniting Law was to imagine yourself as a falcon imprisoned in iron chains in the depths of a mountain valley.

While the other birds were freely flying in the sky amidst the clouds and playing along with the winds, the falcon which had been locked by iron chains could only stretch its neck and silently look at just a small piece of the sky from the desolate valley.

The iron chains locking it were very tight, deeply embedded into its flesh and blood; the falcon could not flutter its feathers in the least.

Over the years, it remained completely motionless, no more than like a piece of rock. The iron chains seemed to have imprisoned the falcon’s spirit.

Even though it would occasionally watch its kinds sweeping past the sky as they let out cheerful chirps, its eyes seemed to be transfixed, revealing not even the slightest bit of movements within them.