Chapter 1257: Chapter 1257: Acquired Deity

"My lord, you must not! These sacrificial meats are not edible! What you are holding is the flesh of the Demon Lord Silkworm Throng; if we Shan Hai Arbiter masters take even a bite, our Dao will be damaged for ten thousand years!"

The elder who called himself the Land Deity of Sacrificial Altar Mountain kept persuading Ning Fan.

But Ning Fan was too hungry.

Faced with the enticing aroma of the meat, his rationality grew increasingly fragile.

Deep inside, it seemed as though two voices were arguing.

The body’s instincts were awakening within him, continuously urging Ning Fan to quickly finish all the sacrificial meat and disregard others’ nonsense.

The remaining rationality, however, advised caution, suggesting he inspect the meat first.

The effect of the Ten Revolutions Elixir was too significant, especially after Ning Fan had consumed a large amount of food, the hunger within his stomach had accumulated to an extremely terrifying degree.

The Gluttonous Force within him was dwindling, replaced by the slowly awakening instinct of an Ancient Deity, interfering with Ning Fan’s thoughts.

"I am your instinct, your true inner desire, you should listen to me, and quickly eat these sacrificial meats. We Ancient Deities who dare to treat all things as food fear no backlash from mere sacrificial meats! Damage one’s Dao for ten thousand years? Hmph! That depends on who it is! What can this sacrificial meat do to me!" said the divine instinct within him.

"I am your rationality, the principle, thought, and persistence on your cultivation road. From the beginning of your cultivation, you have refused to be controlled by others, always considering your actions carefully, how can you be driven by instinct to act rashly? Since others have mentioned there might be issues with this meat, even if you can’t fully trust it, you should still act with caution and check the meat before eating," replied the remaining rationality.

Instinct: "Instinct is intuition. We deities are born with intuition beyond ordinary people, coupled with the divine talent to communicate with all things, we can judge right and wrong at a glance. If I say this meat is harmless to eat, then it certainly is!"

Rationality: "Even if you can truly see that this meat is harmless, caution is still advised, consider carefully."

Instinct: "I am a deity and also a demoness; if I am to hesitate at every turn, then it’s not worth cultivating this path!"

Rationality: "If one follows instinct and intuition in all matters, one is destined to be killed by countless hands; what need is there to talk about cultivation!"

Instinct: "What’s wrong with following instinct!"

Rationality: "What is instinct!"

Instinct: "Instinct is the original intention, the true self. When a baby is born, it knows to seek food, to seek its mother, this is instinct, it’s nature. However, once one grows and steps onto the cultivation road, people cut away nature and true self, fasting, severing familial ties, removing desires, abandoning the mundane world, aiming for tranquility and purity, unstained by the six dusts, and call this cultivation, isn’t this ridiculous."

Rationality: "What is the true self? Is a newborn baby the true self? The true self should be the utmost good. A newborn, however, embodies human nature’s evil; hence when cultivating, one must cut away these instincts."

Instinct: "You say a newborn represents human nature’s evil, I believe a newborn is the utmost good, and that cultivation, in fact, may be turning away from one’s true essence."

Rationality: "Your perspective is too superficial!"

Instinct: "Your perspective is too biased!"

Rationality: "Hmph! A summer bug cannot discuss ice!"

Instinct: "Hmph! A well frog cannot discuss the sea!"

Rationality: "Truly, you are incorrigible! Why not reflect on this before making such comments!"

Instinct: "Ha! A slave who eats dog shit dares to discuss the Dao!"

Rationality: "Eat your grandpa’s head, eat your mother’s head!"

Instinct: "Your mother is a maid! Your father a slave! Your clan is doomed!"

Rationality: "You have a brain ailment; if you don’t treat it, it’ll deepen!"

Instinct: "Your mother is a maid! Your father a slave! Your clan is doomed!"

Rationality: "!@￥￥%......&"

Instinct: "*&......￥#@@!"

...

Ning Fan was speechless.

He felt as if he had split, divided into two halves, yet his two selves first debated the Dao and then quarreled, eventually unable to outargue each other, and so they rolled up their sleeves and started cursing each other.

Was this also a side effect of the Ten Revolutions Elixir ...

Ning Fan absolutely refused to admit that these idiotic dialogues stemmed from his own instinct and rationality.

Fortunately, after being tormented by instinct and rationality, Ning Fan finally calmed down.

Once calm, naturally, he didn’t impulsively rush to eat the meat but heeded the old land deity’s advice and temporarily refrained from eating.

The sacrificial meat wasn’t placed directly on the altar but was contained within a small cauldron. There are many types of cauldrons, and the one before him was a bronze Promotion Cauldron.

The Promotion Cauldron is a type of cauldron, a ritual vessel used specifically for sacrifices, to contain meat. Here, nine bronze Promotion Cauldrons were displayed, in addition to eight bronze Gui, along with other ritual vessels such as Zu, Dou, Gui, and Jue.

The Promotion Cauldron before him was less than two feet high, had three legs, two handles, an open mouth, and its treasure glow was dim, lacking much mana power. However, the sacrificial meat within the cauldron looked as if it was freshly cooked, still steaming as if time left no trace, quite peculiar.

Ning Fan’s gaze wandered between the bronze cauldron and the bronze Gui.

The more he looked, the more entranced he became; his gaze seemed to be entirely absorbed into the cauldron and Gui, thereafter, viewing the cauldron not as a cauldron—why, it was a towering mountain, challenging to shake even with its depleted power!

Viewing the Gui was not like viewing a Gui either: it was clearly vast seas, unmeasurable in depth!

"These nine cauldron and eight Gui conform to the Immortal Emperor’s arrangements, subtly aligning with the numbers of the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas. The cauldrons hold the meat, the Gui contains rice and grains..." seeing Ning Fan seeming interested in the layout, the old land deity patiently explained.

"Nine cauldron and eight Gui, Nine Mountains and Eight Seas..." Ning Fan took a deep breath, withdrawing his spirit from the cauldron and Gui, only feeling regretful for sensing a profound mystery in their arrangement but unable to discern even a bit of it.

That was unavoidable; with his meager Daoist cultivation, how could he possibly perceive the means of the Ziwei Immortal Emperor?

Thereafter, he looked at the sacrificial meat in the cauldron again.

Previously driven by instinct, Ning Fan had aimed to take meat without careful inspection. Only after calming down did he clearly see that these sacrificial meats seemed to be derived from some kind of insect.

"The Demon Lord Silkworm Throng..." Ning Fan recalled the previous words of the Land Deity, pondering if these sacrificial meats might be some kind of silkworm meat?

Unwittingly, Ning Fan recalled his mortal memories.

In his youth, he had seen an old woman raising silkworms eat them. Yet, even she didn’t directly consume the silkworm meat but waited for them to cocoon, then killed the pupae in boiling water, separated the silk, then ate the fried pupae.

Ning Fan still remembered feeling sick the first time he witnessed it, which only earned him laughter from the old woman.

"A good young lad, afraid of eating silkworms, truly embarrassing."

And now.

He finally dared to eat silkworm meat, not feeling disgusted at all.

Perhaps, maybe...

"The Demon Lord Silkworm Throng was essentially an Immortal God Silkworm, a remnant of the Shushanx Clan, the first king of the Ancient Shu Kingdom, who offended Ziwei Lord, resulting in death and destruction of his kingdom, whose national treasures like the Ancient Shu Bronze Face, the Primordial Standing Figure, Ancient Bronze Tree, and Sun Divine Bird were seized by Zi Wei..." the elder narrated the life of the Demon Lord Silkworm Throng.

When he spoke of Silkworm Throng being slain in one strike by Ziwei Lord, cooked as sacrificial meat, and the loss of his nation’s treasures, the old man couldn’t stop lamenting, sorrowful emotions evident.

Ning Fan, on the other hand, felt nothing.

He had no kinship with the Silkworm Throng, being accustomed to the bloody mist of cultivation world, neither pitying the Silkworm Throng nor finding Ziwei cruel. Uninvolved in the matter, he knew nothing of its cause and effect and would not make unwarranted comments.

What did interest him was undoubtedly the silkworm meat itself.

"The Immortal God Silkworm, indeed, it is a kind of silkworm flesh. No wonder I find this meat irresistibly fragrant; it must be because the Immortal Power contained in it resonates with the Immortal Bloodline within me. I have inherited a trace of the Immortal Emperor’s bloodline power; consuming this meat will surely benefit me. However, should others consume this meat, it might truly damage their path for ten thousand years, as not everyone dares to eat the flesh and blood of an Immortal Creature." Ning Fan mused.

"My lord may not be aware, this is the flesh and blood of an Immortal Creature, not within the cycle of reincarnation. We, Immortal Cultivators, seek nothing but the Dao of Reincarnation; therefore, consuming this meat is harmful and not beneficial," the elderly land deity added.

"It’s fine, this meat is not harmful to me."

Ning Fan did not offer further explanation.

He certainly wouldn’t reveal his secrets to a stranger.

He attempted to take a piece of the silkworm meat from the bronze cauldron, but couldn’t move it! He felt this meat was unimaginably heavy, unbearable for anyone but a Saint.

It wasn’t the physical weight, but the weight of the Dao! This feeling of being unable to hold the sacrificial meat was like not being able to hold the Ant Lord’s mountain of Dao!

"This is actually Saint’s flesh!" Ning Fan was greatly astonished.

As far as he knew, a wisp of a Saint’s essence could crush mountains and rivers. If this truly was Saint’s flesh, why hadn’t he sensed the enormous essence of a third-step level from this meat? But if it wasn’t Saint’s flesh, why did it bring such an overwhelming sense of weight?

"Indeed, this is so. The Demon Venerable Silkworm Throng was initially an Initial Saint, yet perished at the hands of the Ziwei Lord. The flesh of a Saint, with boundless essence, is generally inedible, yet the Ziwei Lord forcibly dispelled the essence of the Silkworm Throng’s flesh and blood with his Daoist methods. This meat can be considered Saint’s meat, yet not, because the essence within it is gone, like wilted and withered vegetation, crumbling at a touch. But the Immortal Power within the sacrificial meat—this is something even the Ziwei Lord couldn’t dispel, and likewise retained is the heavy weight on the Daoist level within this meat. Without being a Saint, it is naturally impossible to move this meat, let alone eat it..." the old land deity explained halfway, suddenly expressing surprise and bewilderment.

"It’s impossible for someone who is not a Saint to move this meat, but my lord isn’t a Chief of Shanhai? As one of the top five under the Lord of the Mountain and Seas, my lord should at least be a Saint, at least a Nirvana Saint. Why can’t my lord move this meat? Could it be my lord isn’t of Saint cultivation?"

"Of course, I am not a Saint, as you can see, I’m merely an Immortal King," Ning Fan replied.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How can someone at the Immortal King Realm become a Chief of Shanhai?" the elderly land deity denied.

"That’s why I said I’m not the Chief of Shanhai you mentioned..."

"No, my lord need not hide it. The bamboo staff I use has already revealed your identity, leaving no doubt. The issue lies with how my lord could become one of the five Chiefs of Shanhai as an Immortal King? This breaks all regulations; why would the Lord of the Mountain and Seas bestow the Power of the Four Seasons upon an Immortal King? Could there be a hidden story here?" the elderly land deity pondered deeper, their expression turning increasingly grave. They sensed the potential magnitude of the situation, advising against delving further, yet couldn’t help but think.

Could it be that the Lord of the Mountain and Seas is playing a major game involving this person, or is there another scheme at work...

"..." Ning Fan shook his head slightly, feeling the elderly land deity’s misunderstandings deepening, yet was uninterested in explaining further.

He’s grown accustomed to cross-dimensional chats; it doesn’t matter anymore.

"First, you must be able to move this meat in order to eat it. How to move this meat, after all, perhaps it’s best to have a chat..."

And so, under the elderly land deity’s bewildered gaze, Ning Fan began conversing with the silkworm meat in the bronze cauldron.

Since the cauldron contained not just one piece of silkworm meat, but dozens, Ning Fan had to talk with dozens of individuals—no, dozens of pieces of meat, which was quite exhausting.

Fortunately, the conversation with the silkworm meat was rather agreeable.

After all, when silkworms grow, they become moths, and Ning Fan is a butterfly. Though different species, they are extremely similar, naturally leading to common topics.

The inner world of these silkworm meats contained both male and female, the elderly and the young, leading Ning Fan to sometimes refer to them as silkworm brothers and sometimes call them ladies during the conversation.

In the interaction between one person and dozens of meats, they discussed the pain of breaking through cocoons from silkworms and butterflies and the possibility of love across species between moths and butterflies.

They even ventured from the anguish of a broken country to the helplessness of life.

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Eventually, the subject shifted to the meaning of life.

Only through conversation did Ning Fan become aware that all these silkworm meats felt troubled.

The reason for their distress was that being food, they couldn’t fulfill the meaning of life, being stored here for countless years without anyone willing or able to eat them.

Although this silkworm meat was derived from the Demon Venerable Silkworm Throng, it birthed an individual consciousness distinct from its host.

They didn’t identify as the Silkworm Throng but considered themselves food, and deep within, hoped to be acknowledged and accepted as food.

In the end, these silkworm meats actually pleaded for Ning Fan to consume them.

Is there truly such a good fortune?

Food actively requesting to be eaten?

Ning Fan certainly wouldn’t refuse the silkworm meats’ plea, yet he inexplicably thought of the Ancient Kingdom’s God-Destroying Shield, recalling its request to be eaten by Ning Fan.

Ultimately, the God-Destroying Shield was consumed by Ning Fan, seemingly becoming a part of him, integrating into Ning Fan’s being...

"For Ancient Deities, what is the significance of eating..." Perhaps having discussed the meaning of life with the silkworm meats, Ning Fan began contemplating the meaning of being a spirit.

But how can such things like meaning be answered?

Everything can be meaningful, everything can be meaningless, and even at the world’s end, a conclusion is elusive.

Thus, refraining from idle thoughts, Ning Fan, with the silkworm meats’ assistance, consumed them.

"Strange! This Chief isn’t a Saint, yet can lift Saint’s flesh," the elderly land deity marveled, without understanding why.

Ning Fan, having consumed the silkworm meats, did not suffer a loss in Taoist practice, nor did his Taoist practice deepen.

Though it was Saint’s flesh, its essence had entirely dissipated, rendering it no different from ordinary meat.

Only the Immortal Bloodline within him benefited, absorbing near-kindred Immortal Power from the silkworm meat but not much.

After all, these silkworm meats had been stored for ages, with most of the Immortal Power within dissipated into the world, leaving little remaining.

After consuming all the silkworm meats, Ning Fan bowed toward the empty nine cauldrons.

"Thank you..."

Almost the instant Ning Fan finished the silkworm meat, the nine cauldrons and eight guis trembled, emitting a sound.

Possessing the ability to communicate with all things, Ning Fan discerned anger from these sounds.

They were indignant because Ning Fan, not a Ziwei Immortal Cultivator, had stolen and consumed the Primordial Sacrificial Meat here.

But what could anger achieve? They were merely offerings devoid of power, in an era of Ziwei Immortal Domain’s destruction, unable to stop Ning Fan.

Ultimately, with no more Silkworm Throng sacrificial meat here, the offerings in the nine cauldrons and eight guis held no further purpose in being stored here.

The offerings seemed to lose all meaning of existence; shortly after the sacrificial meat was consumed, they all moaned and eventually turned to bronze-gray and jade dust, dissipating completely.

The elderly land deity also exhibited changes after the sacrificial meat was removed (consumed).

The land deity revealed a satisfied expression as their body gradually became transparent, then slowly dissipated.

It was only at this moment that Ning Fan noticed that this elderly land deity was not alive but someone who had died innumerable years ago!

"I remember, I remember... Yes, I died long ago, yet due to an unresolved concern in my heart, my obsession couldn’t disperse, resulting in my residual soul lingering here, unable to return to the Mountains and Seas."

"Long ago, the Purple Rose Celestial Emperor violated regulations by sacrificing to the heavens as a king of a nation. I was displeased and reported this matter to the Shanhai Arbiter, receiving no reply."

"The Lord of the Mountain and Seas did not intend to reprimand the Purple Rose Celestial Emperor for such a minor matter. Everyone blamed me for making a big deal out of nothing..."

"After that, the Ziwei Immortal Cultivators somehow learned of this matter, knew that I dared to accuse the distinguished Immortal Emperor, and thus executed me."

"But after death, I didn’t vanish into oblivion. My obsession lingered here, resolved to wait for a result concerning the matter."

"As the land deity of Sacrificial Altar Mountain, my responsibility was to protect this mountain’s order and stability, ensuring the rites weren’t disrupted. As long as the disorderly conduct here wasn’t resolved, even if I died, I couldn’t be freed."

"Fortunately, this day finally came..."

"Indeed, Lord of the Mountain and Seas has not forgotten my lingering resentment. Even after so many years, he has finally sent an Eminent Enforcer to eliminate the violations here..."

"With this, my mission can finally come to an end."

The face of the land elder grew more and more satisfied.

Ning Fan felt a hint of surprise.

This person’s obsession was truly deep. A single strand of residual soul lingered here as if alive, even Ning Fan could not discern this person’s demise.

What deep-seated obsession must one have to be dead yet live on!

Ning Fan thought this land elder was quite foolish.

Clearly a mere Immortal King, yet he dared to bring a lawsuit against a Fourth Step Immortal Emperor, resulting in his death.

The reason for the lawsuit, on first hearing, was even somewhat amusing—accusing the Ziwei Immortal Emperor of violating the rites.

But was this matter truly laughable?

Ning Fan found it a little hard to laugh.

He was a demon and naturally not one to uphold the rites, the world’s conventions held no meaning for him.

But for the land elder, monitoring the rites of the Sacrificial Altar Mountain might have been his entire reason for existence.

Perhaps this person knew well that suing the Immortal Emperor would yield no outcome, but he did it anyway, solely to fulfill his duty.

Call it stubbornness, call it bravery, call it inflexibility, call it diligence.

No matter what others say, this old land spirit would likely not change or regret his decision, would he?

"The lord always said he wasn’t the Chief of the Shanhai Arbiter, but I know, he must be, he must be..."

"My obsession has faded, this soul cannot linger long, and it is about to return to the Mountain and Sea. Before I depart, there is one thing I wish to ask, I hope the lord will truthfully inform me..."

The land elder’s face was full of earnestness, as though this final question was very important to him, very important.

"I am not..." Ning Fan wanted to say he was not the Chief of the Shanhai Arbiter and could not answer the elder’s question.

But upon seeing the eager look in the elder’s eyes, he swallowed back the words.

"What do you wish to ask?"

"I want to ask, how many bamboo blossoms bloomed this year in the bamboo forest of Sichun Mountain..." The land elder’s face was full of longing, wishing he could fly back to the Shanhai Arbiter, fly to Sichun Mountain before his death, to see the expansive bamboo forest, to see the bamboo blossoms, to see the hometown he hadn’t returned to in years.

But he couldn’t.

His soul dissipated in a moment, and the only thing he could do was ask Ning Fan a thing or two, to slightly ease his homesickness.

"I..." Ning Fan wanted to say he did not know.

But the words on his lips turned into "I haven’t counted."

"Haven’t counted, so that means many bamboo blossoms bloomed, so much so that even with the Chief’s Divine Sense, he couldn’t discern the full number at once... It’s so good, the bamboo blossoms in my hometown are flourishing, I really want... to go home... to see..."

The land elder’s residual soul completely dissipated.

At the moment of soul dispersal, his smile was permanently fixed.

That smile was so piercing, in an instant, it pierced into Ning Fan’s eyes, all the way to his heart.

Making Ning Fan, for no apparent reason, feel a bit lost, he too felt somewhat homesick.

"I wonder if the snow in Seven Apricot City is heavy this year, I’d really like to ask someone..."

...

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

During these few days, significant events frequently occurred in Ziwei Beiji Palace, causing the demons and monsters inside to discuss wildly.

"Have you heard? The Spirit Spring Great Marsh in the sixth palace, Shishen Palace, known for its inexhaustible water, had more than half its spirit spring drunk up by someone, causing a sudden drop in the water level."

"I naturally heard about this, it is said that the one who drank up the spring water was an elder named Ning Fan."

"The Spirit Spring Great Marsh floods every ten years, drowning countless demons and monsters. Now that the water level plummeted, there will be no floods for tens of thousands of years, truly lucky."

"It’s said that the demons and monsters of Shishen Palace are grateful for Senior Ning’s kindness and want to build an Incense Tower for him."

...

"Have you heard? In the fifth palace, Daliang Palace, those evil wine demon giants have been slain by someone!"

"It wasn’t just slain! I heard those wine demon giants were actually devoured by someone!"

"Those wine demon giants are the result of demon transformation by the wine demons, together even able to battle a Quasi-Saint, who was so formidable to eliminate these evil sects?"

"I heard it was a senior named Ning Fan."

"Ah? It’s Senior Ning doing good deeds again!"

"Yes, it’s said that among the wine demons of Daliang Palace, someone once attacked Senior Ning, yet Senior Ning didn’t hold a grudge, returning virtue for grievance."

"Not proper, not proper! If virtue is repaid with grievance, how should virtue be repaid? Senior Ning is too kind to these wine demons!"

"Don’t speak ill of Senior Ning!"

"Uh, don’t hit me, don’t hit me! I was just speaking off the cuff, how could I dare to discuss anything bad about Senior Ning!"

...

"Have you heard? The ancient seal of the fourth palace, Xianglou Palace, was repaired by Senior Ning."

"Ah? Senior Ning truly does a good deed every day."

"The book demons of Xianglou Palace say they want to build an Incense Tower for Senior Ning."

"It’s said that when Senior Ning repaired the seal, all the bookworms inside the seal flew out, trying to stop Senior Ning’s actions, ultimately being exterminated by him."

"What are bookworms?"

"They’re book insects! Those book insects are formidable, capable of transforming into golden houses, a thousand bells of millet, beauties like jade. Do you know how Senior Ning defeated these book insects? The senior is very clever! He waited for the book insects to transform into a thousand bells of millet, and one bite at a time, ate all the millet in the courtyard, terrifying those book insects into fleeing for their lives, yet how could they escape."

"The senior is truly a great kind person, not someone of our rank can compare to!"

...

"Have you heard? A major event occurred in the third palace, Juzi Palace."

"Heard, heard, it was Senior Ning doing a good deed again! That mountain of flesh giant was finally eliminated, truly heartening."

"These years, who knows how many demons and monsters perished at the mouth of the mountain of flesh giant, now the cycle of cause and effect finally turns to it being eaten."

"Thanks to Senior Ning stepping in."

"Senior is truly a good person."

"Just as benevolent as Lord Duowen of the past."

"I heard that Senior Ning left Juzi Palace and went to Xuanxiao Palace, and is currently in secluded cultivation within Xuanxiao Palace."

"What! Why would Senior suddenly need to cultivate in seclusion, could it be that he was gravely injured during his quest to eliminate evil and needs to recuperate?"

"I hope Senior is safe and sound."

...

Ziwei Beiji Palace, the second palace, Xuanxiao Palace.

Xuanxiao Palace is the territory of Ancestor Luoluo, and currently, Ning Fan is cultivating in seclusion within Xuanxiao Palace. His place of seclusion is a tree hollow-shaped cave dwelling, carved into one of the towering ancient trees.

Contrary to others’ speculations, this isn’t a retreat for healing injuries, rather a secluded cultivation to refine the vast energy within his body.

Ning Fan, sitting cross-legged like a meditating monk, emanates golden light in myriad stripes, resembling a golden deity.

As time passes, the golden light gradually increases.

Beside him, Shengwan cautiously acts as the protector — although Ning Fan doesn’t really need Shengwan to protect him, Shengwan, having just pledged allegiance to Ning Fan, eagerly proposed this as an opportunity to make a contribution.

"So powerful! Truly powerful! Master’s divine power is still rising!"

"This feeling can’t be wrong! Master is awakening a second divine art!"

"Under normal circumstances, divine spirits only have rare opportunities to awaken a second divine art during advancement, could it be that Master’s divine spirit level is advancing?"

Shengwan’s face is filled with anticipation — though she actually has no face to speak of.

"Master is a Wood Father God, his divine spirit level must have reached the ancestor level. If he continues to advance, wouldn’t that mean he breaks through to become a Divine King!"

"But I’ve heard that to advance to a Divine King, twenty-four Ancestor Gods must simultaneously bestow blessings for success?"

"Or is it that Master is not cultivating an Ancestor God divine status, but rather, he has cultivated an Ancestor God divine status as an Innate Divine Spirit? Is he advancing towards Ancestor God status as an Innate Divine Spirit at this moment?"

Shengwan is lost in whimsical thoughts.

One point, Shengwan guessed correctly.

Ning Fan is indeed advancing his divine spirit level at this moment. However, he isn’t advancing from Innate Divine Spirit to Ancestor God, but from Crippled Divine Spirit to Acquired Divine Spirit.

Divine spirits have three levels: Crippled Divine Spirit, Acquired Divine Spirit, and Innate Divine Spirit.

Among them, Acquired Divine Spirit can be divided into four phases: Infant God Phase, Minor God Phase, Middle God Phase, Elder God Phase.

Innate Divine Spirit is divided into three stages: Innate Divine Spirit, Ancestor God, and Divine King.

Ning Fan’s divine spirit level has never truly broken through beyond the acquired level, he had previously only leaned towards an Acquired Divine Spirit bit by bit, yet never truly broke through to this realm.

He couldn’t find the reason, assuming it was because he hadn’t inherited the cultivation method of the Divine Spirit Clan, making it difficult to break through.

He never considered that the inability to break through as an Acquired Divine Spirit lay within himself.

Being a cultivator, naturally, he practiced fasting from the beginning of cultivation, which requires severing the desire for food and abandoning eating, inherently incompatible with the path of divine spirits.

Two different paths shouldn’t coexist within the same person, yet Ning Fan practices Yin Yang Transformation, allowing different paths to coexist.

But Ning Fan still needs to find a convergence point to further break through his divine spirit level.

By chance, Ning Fan consumed a Ten Revolutions Elixir that enhances appetite and digestive ability.

He became very hungry!

He awakened the long-sealed appetite!

At this moment, he also awakened the divine primordial instincts deep within his bloodline.

Originally, Ning Fan consumed that Ten Revolutions Elixir to absorb the ninety-nine stripes of Gluttonous Force within it, further evolving his stomach into a Taotie stomach.

Yet how tyrannical is divine primordial instinct!

It didn’t give Ning Fan the chance to cultivate a Taotie stomach!

It devoured all of the Gluttonous Force within Ning Fan one bite at a time!

Who needs a Taotie stomach!

You are an Ancient Deity and only need to possess a divine spirit stomach!

Thus, by a stroke of luck, Ning Fan’s divine spirit advancement commenced, though he never realized it.

Since Ning Fan was too hungry, too hungry to think, he couldn’t naturally come to realize that the reason he was eating and getting hungrier was the triggering of an opportunity for divine spirit advancement.

He just kept silent, eating crazily all the way, continuously replenishing the energy required for divine spirit advancement.

He ate and grew hungrier, because his divine spirit level was leaning ever closer to the acquired level, requiring more energy.

Fortunately, Ning Fan eventually gathered enough food.

Also in the instance of feeling full, Ning Fan’s reason returned entirely, realizing the great change in his body!

"The Ancient God, ancient demons, and ancient chaos I cultivate all mimic the Ancient Deity, the Acquired Divine Spirit corresponds to the ultimate of Ancient God, ancient demons, and ancient chaos..."

"The Ancient God Bloodline most resembles the Ancient Deity, legend has it that an Ancient God can cultivate to the pinnacle, developing seven heart orifices..."

Ning Fan could feel his Ancient God Cultivation gradually dissipating, replaced by his divine spirit cultivation mounting continuously.

This is transformation!

Ancient God’s Mana is transforming into divine spirit Mana, the quantity remains unchanged, while the purity of Mana advances dramatically!

Simultaneously, Ning Fan’s number of heart orifices increases slowly.

Thump thump! Thump thump! Thump thump!

Ning Fan could clearly hear his heartbeat manifesting stronger!

Thump thump! Thump thump! Thump thump!

The heartbeat sound, not only heard by Ning Fan, resonates with the entire cave dwelling.

Shengwan heard Ning Fan’s increasingly strong heartbeat!

Then, she was utterly astounded!

"Fake, right! Master’s number of heart orifices didn’t even reach seven! He only started approaching seven at this moment!"

"Logically speaking, any normally cultivating Acquired Divine Spirit should possess a seven-orifice divine heart, Master lacks the seven-orifice divine heart, there’s only one explanation..."

"Master is still a Crippled Divine Spirit, advancing toward a real Acquired Divine Spirit!"

"A child Acquired Divine Spirit about to possess two divine arts?"

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