Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 963 Opening Up a Grotto-Heaven (Part 1)

"I must remind you, sir, that this practice extinguishes human desires. If you practice it for a long time, you may experience mental depression, or even develop delusions and inner demons. It is best to practice it for about a hundred years before having children."

Upon hearing this, Jing Yu asked in surprise, "How long has your young master been practicing this secret technique?"

The woman hesitated slightly, but still told the truth: "It's probably been more than ten thousand years..."

"scare!"

Jing Yu was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "I can't even do it myself? Damn it, the Tianmang Sect is truly inhuman. No wonder Ming Yutai almost suffered a demonic possession. Who could withstand that?"

He quickly asked, "Where is your young master now?"

A blush rose on the woman's face, and she said softly, "Young Master has been in seclusion these past few days, so he sent me to see you off."

Jing Yu nodded, but as if still wanting to confirm something, she couldn't help but ask, "May I ask your name, young lady? To have already reached the Golden Core stage and become a formal disciple of the Heavenly Light Sect, you truly have a bright future ahead of you..."

The woman smiled and said, "My name is Xiao Huan. I was originally a servant in this household with no surname. I was of low quality and not worth looking at... A few days ago, I caught your eye, young master, and was promoted to a disciple of the Tianmang Sect. I was also given the surname Ming. You may call me Ming Yuhuan."

Feeling the strong and clear causal connection between herself and the woman before her, Ming Yuhuan, Jing Yu smiled and thought to herself:

"Unbelievable... a mere dream could soar to new heights and change this little girl's destiny!"

"Fate is truly mysterious and wondrous."

After waving goodbye to Xiao Huan, Jing Yu did not linger. He activated the Bitter Crossing Mystic Light and instantly transformed into a gray streak of light, disappearing into the vast sky.

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[Year 6113 of the Changsheng calendar]

The desolate stars are silent, and the eternal night stretches on.

In a corner abandoned by the Milky Way, a solitary star floats in the inky void.

The surface of the celestial body is crisscrossed with grooves, scarred by meteorite impacts over millions of years. In the gaps between countless meteorite craters, there is an inconspicuous earthen mound.

On the earthen slope, Jing Yu, dressed in a gray robe, sat cross-legged in quiet contemplation.

There was no radiance flowing around him, yet he breathed in sync with the stars beneath his feet—with each exhale and exhale, the faint spiritual energy of the entire star would rise and fall, like the ebb and flow of tides.

Suddenly, all the stars in the entire night sky dimmed.

A faint golden line silently appeared between Jing Yu's brows.

In the next instant, centered on him, the spiritual energy of the entire star surged wildly toward that seemingly frail body, like rivers flowing into the sea.

The stardust and sand that were originally floating on the surface of the rock began to tremble and float, turning into billions of silver streams of light that enveloped him in a dazzling cocoon of light.

The stellar essence that had been deposited deep within the earth's veins for millennia was forcibly extracted, transforming into a pale blue ribbon of light that burst forth from the earth and flowed into his dantian like a hundred rivers converging into the sea.

The engulfing process lasted for several hours.

When the last wisp of stellar essence was completely drained, Jing Yu suddenly opened her eyes, and deep in her pupils was reflected the strange phenomenon of the birth and death of the Milky Way.

"it's time……"

At this moment, the endless stellar essence gathers in the dantian within the body, compressed to the extreme!

With a deafening roar, the stellar power, compressed to its limit, suddenly rebounded and exploded completely in Jing Yu's dantian!

Just like the beginning of the world, when chaos was separated... Jing Yu's originally empty dantian suddenly had an object that looked like a black hole, which began to expand rapidly!

puff--

Jing Yu suddenly spat out a mouthful of pale golden blood, and his almost indestructible physical body began to show fine cracks.

Pale golden blood splattered onto the desolate star rocks beneath him, producing a hissing sound. Each drop of blood was as heavy as a thousand pounds, etching holes of varying depths into the rock surface.

Cracks spread across Jing Yu's body at a visible speed, like a glass vessel on the verge of shattering—the "black hole" that had just been born in his dantian was pulling at his internal organs, limbs, and bones with terrifying suction, trying to tear this body apart completely from the inside out.

"In the end... it doesn't feel the same as in the dream."

The excruciating pain felt like a million steel needles piercing his soul, and the veins on Jing Yu's forehead bulged, yet he unusually revealed a confident smile.

In his own dream world, he has "died" no less than a thousand times for opening up cave heavens—each time the opening of a cave heaven went out of control, his body exploded and his soul was scattered.

But those deaths were safe; they were controlled deterioration of consciousness. Thousands of failures ultimately led to the only successful simulation.

The real pain and the familiar process brought him an unprecedented sense of peace.

"The first barrier is that the physical body must remain intact."

He silently chanted in his heart, and suddenly his body radiated a warm and indestructible brilliance, like jade.

Instead of continuing to expand, the hideous cracks on the body surface burst forth with dazzling starlight.

The cracks themselves began to transform into mysterious natural Dao patterns!

Like the cracks that naturally form after the earth dries up, these "scars" become natural shackles that bind and channel the power of the grotto.

With immense perseverance, Jing Yu transformed the pain and injury of his body into the first "cage" that imprisoned the newly born cave.

Within his dantian, the black hole-like object had expanded to the size of a fist, its edges twisted and irregular, spewing out primordial energy that was still undifferentiated and violently impacting Jing Yu's dantian barrier.

Each impact caused the starlight to flicker violently, and blood seeped from Jing Yu's seven orifices, but her body remained as still as an ancient rock.

"The second barrier is guided by the soul."

Jing Yu closed her eyes, and a bright light shone from the center of her brow.

In an instant, his divine sense, like invisible water, poured into his dantian.

This is an extremely dangerous act—ordinary cultivators who open up a cave must keep their souls away from the core of the energy chaos and use treasures as a medium to indirectly stabilize them.

But Jing Yu did the opposite, condensing all his divine soul into an invisible yet incredibly strong "needle," which pierced straight into the center of the chaotic black hole!

"I see you..."

In the "vision" of divine consciousness, it was not a pure black hole, but a "prototype of law" that was spinning wildly and tearing each other apart.

Fragments of the five elements (metal, wood, water, fire, earth), subtle folds in spacetime, turbid energy before the separation of yin and yang, and a strange, hazy mist... They are like ferocious beasts forcibly crammed into a narrow space, charging left and right, trying to completely burst this nascent "world embryo".

Jing Yu's spiritual "needle" gently yet firmly probed into the core of this tangled mess.

Without forceful suppression and violent reorganization—that would only trigger a more severe backlash.

Through countless failures in the Divine Dream Realm, he had long understood that the essence of stabilizing the cave heaven was "guidance" rather than "suppression," and "compliance" rather than "resistance."

His divine needle transformed into the most nimble fingers, plucking the first [string].