Chapter 131: The Five Elements Heaven Derivation Technique

The cultivation technique within his body transformed into a shimmering streak of multicolored light. It then gradually separated into five distinct elemental light orbs, each a different hue, spinning in constant motion. As the speed of these five orbs intensified, they began to form a vibrant, multicolored halo. After a short while, all five orbs simultaneously surged into the massive black cauldron.

Instantly, the entire cauldron erupted with a torrent of multicolored flames. These flames radiated a peculiar, rhythmic brilliance, reminiscent of the legendary primordial spiritual energy. The glow enveloped the entire vessel, emitting a strange aura that felt both soothing to the soul and terrifyingly dangerous. It was so seductive that Lin Yang nearly reached out to touch it instinctively. Just as his fingertips neared the radiance, a searing pain struck him, and he recoiled in an instant.

"So painful!"

Lin Yang hurriedly pulled his hand back, staring in deep terror at his injury, where the flesh had been scorched down to the bone. In that fleeting second, the primordial energy had eroded his fingertip to the marrow. Had he not withdrawn his hand in time, his entire limb might have been reduced to a skeleton.

"Forget it, forget it. I had better keep my distance."

Lin Yang watched the spiritual energy swirling around the cauldron with trepidation. This cauldron was truly a legendary primordial artifact, steeped in such ancient power. Moreover, his current cultivation level was far too low. In the legendary primordial era, a Yuan-Ying stage cultivator likely wouldn't even exist. It was only after the decline of the primordial world, when primordial energy vanished and the later "Starry Firmament" world emerged, that acquired spiritual energy came into being, giving rise to cultivation realms below the Immortal level.

According to various primordial lore, before the appearance of acquired spiritual energy, even the humblest blade of grass possessed the strength of an immortal. These primordial artifacts had been lost in the series of calamities that followed. In short, among the various schools of fiction, the "primordial" genre was like someone holding a top-tier hand of cards and playing it disastrously. It was hard to imagine how the Heavenly Dao could manage to drag its own world's level down so drastically.

As the multicolored radiance grew more intense, the five light orbs within the cauldron shone with increasing brilliance. Finally, after about a quarter of an hour, the orbs had expanded tenfold and began to emerge from the cauldron one by one. Once they flew out, they radiated a primordial aura, gradually merging to form a technique imprinted upon a jade page. During that quarter-hour, his "Five Elements Technique" had been imbued with that primordial aura, allowing him to touch upon the legendary immortal energy ahead of time. Even a mere brush with this energy was enough to elevate the quality of his internal spiritual power, serving as a low-tier "Ascension Decree" for advancing to the Immortal stage.

Lin Yang stared mesmerized at the gold-rimmed jade page. It was not inscribed with text, but rather with images of five distinct derivative worlds, coexisting within the void. These five world laws alone were enough to sustain existence in the void.

"Five Elements Heaven Derivation Technique."

A moment later, the jade page dissolved into streaks of golden light that flowed into Lin Yang’s mind, imprinting the name of the new technique. Lin Yang began to redirect his internal spiritual energy according to the new cultivation path. In an instant, all the energy within his body gathered in his Dantian, surging like a violent, tempestuous ocean. The wild energy acted like a clumsy flame, scorching his Dantian from within.

As he persisted with the new technique’s flow, the burning sensation faded, replaced by an agonizing, sharp pain—as if invisible blades were slicing through every fiber of his being. It felt as if someone were stirring his internal organs with a rod. Cold sweat drenched his forehead and back, his face turning deathly pale. This agony was sudden and overwhelming, far worse than any breakthrough he had experienced before. It was not merely physical; it felt as though the pain had penetrated his very soul.

Yet, Lin Yang gritted his teeth and pushed through. After an hour, he finally brought his spiritual energy under control, completing a full cycle. His Dantian had transformed into a millstone-like shape; as the spiritual energy flowed into this millstone, it was continuously crushed and refined.

The dense spiritual energy, having been ground by the millstone, condensed into solid, minute particles, fine as water molecules, yet the flow remained as fluid as a stream. On the other side of the millstone, wisps of black vapor were expelled—the turbid, impure energy of the mortal world. Every step of cultivation is a process of refining the essence and discarding the dross; thus, every advancement requires the purging of energy unnecessary for higher realms.

An hour later, Lin Yang, who had been hovering in the air, finally awoke. He felt as if his body had ascended to a new realm, a sensation so magnificent it defied description—a true feeling of "when the mountains and rivers seem to end, a new village appears in the shade of the willows."

"Hah!"

Lin Yang tentatively cast a technique. A golden palm print, spanning two miles wide, instantly manifested in the sky above. However, one-tenth of his spiritual energy was drained in an instant.

"This must be the Great Handprint of the Wisdom King."

This version far exceeded the images he had seen on the golden page. It seemed the quality of his spiritual energy had made his techniques far more powerful.

"Indeed, I shall be invincible in this world!"

As Lin Yang reveled in the boundless power surging within him, a flicker of wicked intent took root. This dark thought whispered that he was now invincible, that he could rule the world and plunder its resources at will. It was like a demon whispering in his mind, tempting him with dangerous desires. Just as he was about to succumb to this hollow vanity, a clear, warm current surged through his mind. It was his own innate kindness, reminding him that this was not the path he should follow.

"I am who I am—free, self-disciplined, and strong. I will not be seduced by you."

Amidst the conflict between the two voices, Lin Yang found his center. In that moment, his Yuan-Ying broke through a layer of shackles, truly passing the trial of the Heavens. As it turned out, when a cultivator reaches the Yuan-Ying stage, they must undergo the "Heart-Questioning Trial" of the Heavens—a test that arrives silently and catches one when they least expect it.