Contacting the Mysterious

The Golden Body Art, once mastered, elevates one's life level, granting a physique far surpassing ordinary people. From early resistance to blows, to being impervious to true swords, and finally to an indestructible golden body, it appears supernatural to common folk.

Wang Xuan immersed himself in it, practicing over and over. In the void of meditation, time felt incredibly long for him.

Here, he could calmly contemplate, striking the most precise Body Arts stances, with any minor flaw being reasonably corrected.

Although practicing the Golden Body Art, Wang Xuan found he maintained a detached state, able to calmly examine himself, his mind clear and empty.

"The highest level of meditation, entering the void, is where my spirit resides permanently, allowing me to practice the Golden Body Art from here."

Wang Xuan understood clearly that this silent, desolate space, like a barren universe, was an extremely special realm that felt incredibly real.

His true body could not possibly appear here, yet this kind of cultivation seemed to feed back into his physical body.

Wang Xuan was clear within and without, his mind serene, as if transcended, looking down upon himself. During his practice of the Golden Body Art, his mistakes grew fewer and fewer.

Eventually, his movements were indistinguishable from the records in the scriptures, with no flaws to be found.

At this moment, through the void and stillness, he faintly sensed his external body, which seemed to be adapting to various changes, striking pose after pose.

His external body executed the most standard movements, perfectly demonstrating the Golden Body Art.

However, the movements were very slow, as if his physical body was imprinting something, unlike the countless attempts and practices in the void.

In this state of absolute calm, Wang Xuan pondered: in the highest level of meditation, a few minutes in the outside world could equate to years here, but could the results truly be taken out?

If he left this place, the insights gained at the spiritual level should be fine and could be taken out.

In the void, years of time passed, relatively speaking, mainly concerning the spiritual level.

But even if his physical body imprinted this feeling, would it improve as well?

He believed his physical body likely wouldn't keep pace with the changes here.

This was somewhat regrettable, yet he also found it incredibly real, after all, his physical body had not followed him here.

If his spirit was strong, bringing back all his insights and the memory of the flawless Golden Body Art, could it accelerate the formation of the golden body in the real world?

However, Wang Xuan also noticed something unusual. Examining himself, outside the void, his vaguely perceived external body was also moving, demonstrating the Golden Body Art with the most standard movements. Was it truly just subconsciousness driving it?

With his current super-sensitive perception, he immediately realized he seemed to have overlooked something.

In the void, within the world of meditation, after several days, Wang Xuan actually felt a bit tired.

He couldn't help but frown. Didn't they say the highest level of meditation allowed one to stay here for years, or even longer?

What had he overlooked? What was wrong? He calmly pondered, watching himself practice the Golden Body Art, his movements slowing, about to develop flaws.

"It's not like this," he murmured, his spirit feeling somewhat weary.

Suddenly, a flicker of light flashed in his almost indifferent eyes, and he knew where the problem lay.

Why could he enter this place? It was all because, in a state of super-sense, he had circulated the Root Method from the Pre-Qin Bamboo Slips, which allowed him to stand here.

The next moment, Wang Xuan changed. Instead of practicing the Golden Body Art with his fatigued spirit, he once again activated the Root Method left by the Pre-Qin Daoist practitioners.

Almost instantly, everything changed. His spirit began to surge, fatigue and the like gradually receded, even his perception improved, and his condition rapidly got better.

Soon, his mental perception and acuity continuously strengthened.

Then, his super-divine perception fully recovered and extended outward, actually touching something.

"By circulating the Root Method of the Pre-Qin Daoist practitioners, I have drawn in some kind of mysterious substance!"

He made a precise and correct judgment immediately. It was an unexplainable mysterious factor scattered throughout the void.

It was precisely the falling of this mysterious factor that prevented his spirit from becoming fatigued, instead making it increasingly vigorous.

Wang Xuan, in the highest level of meditation, sensed inexplicable substances coming from outside, entering the void, making his condition better than ever.

It was like heavenly dew, irrigating the void and nourishing his spirit.

As time passed, he felt not only his spirit but also his vaguely perceived physical body seemed to be changing.

He realized that describing this phenomenon with the highest level of meditation was no longer sufficient; it needed to be explained using the Inner Scenery of Yellow Court.

"This is the Daoist Inner Scenery of Yellow Court, absolute void and stillness, existing in a state of clear emptiness, drawing in unspeakable mysterious factors."

The Inner Scenery, silent and void, like a dead land, yet standing here, one could draw in substances highly beneficial to both spirit and body.

Wang Xuan understood that the foundation of the Old Arts lay in the Inner Scenery!

In an instant, he further confirmed that the most correct way to practice the secret methods from the Pre-Qin Daoist practitioners' inheritance was within the Inner Scenery.

He even suspected that the origin of the Old Arts was also related to the Inner Scenery.

Why were the Pre-Qin Daoist practitioners so powerful?

Because to practice their methods, one first had to come to this place in a state of super-sense, thereby drawing in mysterious substances.

Over the long years, few successors managed to reach this place, which is why the Old Arts gradually faded, and the achievements of later generations could hardly compare to those of the Daoist practitioners.

Entering the highest level of meditation and standing within the Inner Scenery was a necessary condition for practicing the profound Root Method of the Pre-Qin Bamboo Slips. This threshold directly blocked countless people throughout history.

Not long after, Wang Xuan sensed the external changes. His physical body indeed benefited, not limited to the spirit within the void.

As time passed, the mysterious substances falling from the Inner Scenery became saturated. Circulating the Daoist practitioners' Root Method was no longer useful, so Wang Xuan began practicing the Golden Body Art again.

This time, he observed carefully, and the effect was indeed better than before.

Within the Inner Scenery, he practiced the Golden Body Art flawlessly. As days turned into weeks, his Body Arts continuously grew stronger.

Simultaneously, he vaguely sensed that his physical body was also moving, nourished by mysterious substances, and the Golden Body Art was slowly improving.

He perceived that the mysterious factors drawn from the Inner Scenery could enter the real world and be absorbed by his body.

This meant that the results of the Golden Body Art achieved through his highest level of Meditation could be fully brought into the real world!

Even with Wang Xuan's absolute calmness and transcendent state, he trembled slightly for a moment, but soon all emotional fluctuations were smoothed out, and the Inner Scenery returned to silence.

One year, two years. In the void, Wang Xuan continuously practiced the Golden Body Art. Whenever he felt slightly tired, he would circulate the Root Method from the Pre-Qin Bamboo Slips again, drawing in indescribable mysterious factors to nourish this place until it was saturated.

In two years, he mastered the second layer of the Golden Body Art within the Inner Scenery and sensed that his external body had also changed, shedding a layer of skin.

All of this was because the mysterious substances drawn from the Inner Scenery ensured the improvement and transformation of his physical body, aligning it with his spiritual domain.

During the two years in the Inner Scenery, Wang Xuan not only practiced the Golden Body Art but also attempted to practice the Body Arts on a few pages of golden paper.

After all, the temptation of this technique was too great; it was something left behind by the founder of Daoism.

In the process, he discovered a chilling truth: this art actually harmed the body. The Body Arts recorded on the Golden Book were truly terrifying and difficult to master.

"Ignorance was bliss before."

This was Wang Xuan's evaluation of himself for practicing this Body Art before entering the Inner Scenery.

Here, with his powerful perception and nearly transcendent state, he looked down upon himself and discovered terrifying facts.

When he practiced this Body Art, any slight pain meant his internal organs were injured. In the Inner Scenery, he could clearly see subtle bleeding on his organs.

If this were in the outside world, it would likely require the most precise instruments to detect such extremely subtle changes.

Because this injury was very slight, almost negligible.

But for someone practicing Body Arts, doing this for a long time, slowly accumulating, would inevitably lead to trouble with unimaginable consequences.

Earlier, Wang Xuan thought that since it wasn't a tearing pain, he could endure it and persist a little longer each day, and he would gradually adapt.

Now, standing in the Inner Scenery, he understood that he had almost strayed into a forbidden zone.

"The Body Arts on the Golden Book can only be mastered by coming to the Inner Scenery."

Wang Xuan noticed that when his organs had imperceptible bleeding, the mysterious substances in the Inner Scenery would diffuse, nourishing the organs until they healed.

As expected of the Golden Book left by Zhang Daoling, its starting point was incredibly high. Without entering the Inner Scenery, one could not practice this Body Art at all.

Moreover, in two years, Wang Xuan had only mastered the first engraved diagram on the first page of the golden paper.

This time, unlike in the outside world where he had rushed through all the engraved diagrams on the first page, he focused on mastering one diagram.

As expected, after continuous bleeding from his organs and two years of refinement, he had brought the first diagram to perfection.

Regarding this diagram, no matter how he pushed himself, his organs no longer suffered injury.

"The difficulty is too great!"

Wang Xuan believed that this Body Art was not meant for his current stage; it was an achievement gained entirely through continuous injury and sheer endurance.

If the first diagram was like this, one could imagine that the subsequent ones would only be more difficult!

He decided to prioritize improving the Golden Body Art. As for what Zhang Daoling had left behind, he would revisit it seriously when his realm was higher in the future.

Time flowed in the Inner Scenery, and another three years passed. Wang Xuan advanced the Golden Body Art to the third layer, feeling that with a few more months, the third layer would be completely perfected.

At this moment, an inexplicable feeling surged into his heart. He immediately knew that the highest level of Meditation had ended, and he was about to withdraw from the Inner Scenery.

As expected, the void was no longer silent; sounds gradually emerged.

It was the sound of his own heartbeat, the gentle sound of the wind outside the window, and the sound of cars passing by on the street further away.

The Inner Scenery dissipated, and Wang Xuan's consciousness completely returned to reality.

The first thing he felt was the change in his own body. He had shed two layers of skin, and his new physique was radiant and resilient. His constitution had significantly improved, becoming stronger than before.

In the real world, his Golden Body Art had reached the third layer!

He checked the time. Five years had passed in the Inner Scenery, but in the real world, only... a few minutes had passed!