Closing his eyes, his body curled into a ball like an infant in a mother's womb, Fang Han tried with all his might to endure the pain, concentrating his spirit, attempting to forget the physical pain of his flesh and achieve the realm of "Peaceful and enduring, unmoving like the great earth! Still in contemplation, profound and deep like a secret treasury". But the physical body was truly too painful! Every time he concentrated his spirit, the intense pain would crush his spirit.
He felt as if the skin on his body was being scalded off layer by layer; the pain of being skinned!
"Endure, I endure! I endure some more! Peaceful and unmoving, forget the pain, concentrate the spirit…" At this moment, Fang Han also unleashed his unprecedented endurance and indomitable spirit, fiercely bearing this agony.
"Yan" watched from the outside. The medicinal power of the Blood Pills and Great Biluo Pills melting in the Holy Water of the Yellow Spring was penetrating inch by inch into Fang Han's body and brain. It enhanced his physique, condensed his flesh and blood, and agitated his spirit. Yan could not help but nod secretly.
"He can actually endure such pain. It's a pity he hasn't found the trick yet. That trick to forgetting pain; when the spirit is at peace, the physical body naturally will not feel pain. Once he reaches the realm where he can feel pain if he wants to, or feel comfortable if he wants to, then his spirit will have elevated to a new level, and he won't be far from the Divine Ability Realm."
Amidst this soliloquy, "Yan" suddenly emitted a sound, transmitting it into Fang Han's ears inside the alchemy cauldron.
"The mind can command ten thousand types of spirit; the pain of the physical body is also a type of spirit. If you can use your mind to eliminate this feeling of bodily pain, you can command your own spirit, understanding the principles of the soul. A human's physical body has no pain; only the spirit feels pain. The dead do not know pain; only the living know pain…"
"Can the mind command pain?" Although Fang Han was in extreme agony and struggling to endure, his consciousness was still very clear. He immediately heard "Yan's" words, which struck like a bolt of lightning, tearing through many obstacles in his heart. Abruptly, he touched upon the method of spirit and flesh.
He seemed to grasp a trace of the spirit causing his pain within his mind.
"Kill all kinds of suffering!"
Fang Han roared fiercely, concentrating his spirit once more to kill and eliminate that trace of spirit in his mind that caused him pain! Instantly, his body suddenly felt a wave of comfort, and the pain was no longer as intense.
Gurgle gurgle, gurgle gurgle, the Holy Water of the Yellow Spring in the alchemy cauldron bubbled up, boiling Fang Han ruthlessly. But now Fang Han's entire body was bright red, yet his skin hadn't peeled off; it was as if he was merely taking a hot bath.
The medicinal power of the eighteen Blood Pills and eighteen Great Biluo Pills continuously integrated into Fang Han's body. And from the pores of Fang Han's body, some dark blood and residual dregs faintly seeped out. These were wastes hidden deep within his body, now all boiled out under the torment of the fierce fire.
His flesh and blood became purer and more condensed.
Fang Han suddenly had a feeling; he felt that the muscles of his entire body could be as soft as a ball of cotton, and could also be as hard as a piece of steel. His body's strength, explosiveness, and endurance were enhanced once again.
If his previous physical strength was equivalent to the power of ten horses, then the current Fang Han had completely surpassed ten horses.
He was boiled for over two full hours. Inside the alchemy cauldron, Fang Han remained motionless, curled up like an infant, as if he were dead, his body as red as a large prawn.
However, his breathing was long and continuous, and although there was an expression of pain on his face, it was not intense. It was as if he had already self-alleviated the pain.
"To be able to endure the pain so quickly, truly a rare talent. It seems that in the unseen world, the Yellow Spring Picture falling onto him is also destined by fate." Yan muttered. It saw that Fang Han had already cultivated a sliver of achievement.
"Come out!" Yan's voice vibrated, and the Holy Water of the Yellow Spring in the alchemy cauldron flew out, wrapping into a large water ball. Fang Han remained entirely motionless within it, seemingly immersed in some kind of state.
Smack, landing on the ground, the holy water returned to the Yellow Spring Picture. Fang Han, completely stark naked, tumbled onto the floor, and only then did he snap out of it. His entire body sprawled on the ground like a collapsed corpse, panting heavily, but he didn't speak, seeming to recall some experiences from battling the pain just now.
"Does it still hurt now?" Yan asked.
"I seem to have figured out some methods of using the mind to subdue pain. Is this the cultivation method for the Yama Golden Body?" Fang Han pondered slightly. With a slight movement of his physical body, it was full of explosive power. Now entirely naked, his body looked as if the muscles could explode at any moment, making one shudder with fear.
One could imagine how much explosive power was contained in such a body.
The physical body got enhanced again, the spirit got enhanced again.
"This is only the preliminary step of the Yama Golden Body. To truly begin practicing, you must wait until you step into the Divine Ability Realm and possess magic power."
"How far am I from the Divine Ability Realm now?"
"There is still a distance. It still requires a strong accumulation to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. The Divine Ability Realm is not that easy to break through. You have to cultivate by being boiled like this every day! I will gradually increase your pain!" Yan at this moment was like a strict master, "My test is to test you, to see to what extent your understanding of the spirit has reached."
"What kind of test?"
Swish!
Just as Fang Han finished his question, Yan's claw reached out silently, but with a pressing reek of blood, directly grabbing onto Fang Han's shoulder with one swipe. Squish! A large chunk of flesh and blood from Fang Han's shoulder was torn open by it. Fresh blood splattered, and the pain caused Fang Han's face to distort. Because on Yan's claw, there seemed to be some kind of toxicity.
"Does it hurt?"
"Of course it hurts. Let me scratch you and see?"
"Still hurts? Then your cultivation is not proficient."
Squish, Fang Han's other shoulder was also torn open.
"It doesn't hurt anymore!" Fang Han abruptly sat up, his eyes looking at the places he was scratched. He frowned, closed his eyes, and after a while, suddenly opened them, looking incomparably fierce. On his face, not a single trace of pain could be seen. "The sliver of pain here, I have already erased it within my brain."
"Good, very good…" Yan was very satisfied, tossing out a Blood Pill: "Wipe your wounds, but there's nothing special about killing the pain. Pain is continuously generated; you can't kill it completely. You have to transform the spirit of pain into something as light as clouds and gentle breezes. If you can cultivate to the point where sitting in an alchemy cauldron undergoing boiling water feels like bathing in a cool breeze, then you are truly proficient. The spirit can be transformed at will. By that time, you can forget whatever you want to forget, and firmly remember whatever you want to remember. Then you'll only be lacking the final step, transforming spirit into magic power. Stepping into the Divine Ability Realm!"
"Then let's practice again!" Fang Han knew time was tight and hoped to practice more.
"Cultivation requires a balance of work and rest. No cultivating today; properly comprehend the things you learned. Come into the Yellow Spring Picture. Those Flying Heavenly Yakshas are about to transform into Asuras. Watch how I refine artifacts; observing a Flying Heavenly Yaksha transforming into an Asura will be very helpful to you, and the vitality they erupt with upon transformation is also suitable for you to absorb."
While speaking, Fang Han's entire body was drawn into the Yellow Spring Picture. He saw ten huge heart-like cocoons suspended above the Yellow Spring River.
And the ten flying swords, including Silver Snake, Red Lust, and Spirit Wind, were also plunged directly into the center of these cocoons.