Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

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Before Shen Qing could rejoice for long, a heavy sense of weakness and dizziness quietly enveloped his Primordial Spirit, causing him to panic and feel a sense of foreboding in his heart.

The dangers of the Primordial Spirit suddenly leaving the body were far beyond imagination.

At this moment, he only felt his Primordial Spirit like a feather, drifting aimlessly in the endless void, free yet helpless.

Any carelessness might lead to becoming completely lost in the boundless illusion.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a breeze seeped through the cracks in the walls and windows of the abandoned temple.

Even though it was a warm day, Shen Qing felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.

The intense cold penetrated every fiber and inch of his body, freezing him so much that he shivered uncontrollably.

This coldness was even worse than when he, as a hunter, went out in a soaked, worn-out coat; it was enough to freeze him to death.

Shen Qing's feet left his body, hovering in mid-air, like falling into a vast ocean, with no support in sight.

A sense of helplessness surged in his heart, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Was this the end?

Shen Qing desperately wanted to return to his physical shell, leaving only this thought among countless others.

However, no matter how he willed it, his Divine Soul would not budge.

The prolonged exposure of the Primordial Spirit to the void began to make it weak.

Shen Qing hurried to steady his mind.

The more critical the situation, the calmer one needs to be.

Shen Qing did not give up and constantly reflected on the True Intent of the Six Paths Reincarnation Technique, mastering the tenacity of the Mortal path and mobilizing everything available within him.

As he exerted himself, the human nature within his Primordial Spirit was being continuously depleted.

The whole process was extremely difficult, like a small boat struggling in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.

Finally, at a certain moment, he seemed to catch a special connection that allowed him to sense the presence of his physical shell.

He quickly clung to that connection, drawing closer to his body.

Shen Qing looked down to find that at this very moment, the Guardian Spirit Fragrance in the abandoned temple was burning at an extremely fast rate.

Boom!
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After an unknown amount of time, Shen Qing's Primordial Spirit finally returned slowly to his physical body.

At the instant he returned, it was like coming back from a cold abyss to a warm embrace, all weakness and dizziness instantly dissipated.

Shen Qing gasped heavily, his sweat-soaked collar, looking at the almost completely burnt Guardian Spirit Fragrance around him, unexpectedly finding that its aid to the Primordial Spirit was greater than he had imagined.

Without these Guardian Spirit Fragrance, he would have struggled to return, filled with a mix of post-crisis relief and dread.

Nevertheless, the rewards from this risky venture were immense, almost allowing him to leap through the late stage of the Spirit Void Realm, breaking through a Great Realm to reach the level of Primordial Spirit Realm.

After a while, Shen Qing gradually calmed down.

"Since I've already condensed the Primordial Spirit, I can now control external objects."

Shen Qing's gaze naturally fell on the dagger at his waist.

This Treasure Blade was a weapon from the Ancient Relics, possessing a trace of spirituality, barely qualifying as a "Magic Treasure," suitable for practicing Controlling Objects.

Shen Qing did not rush, instead sitting cross-legged to regulate his breath.

He planned to continue practicing only after he felt his Primordial Spirit had fully recovered.

Concentrating his mind, Shen Qing gently separated a pure strand of his Primordial Spirit.

In an instant, a sensation never felt before coursed through his entire being, as if his existence had been wonderfully duplicated.

At this moment, he had dual consciousness, dual vision, the two closely connected, sharing information, like twins with a linked mind.

Under this peculiar dual perspective, Shen Qing intended to wield the dagger hanging at his waist.

He thought of something and stepped forward to draw the dagger, placing it horizontally in front of him.

Immediately, a clear clang, a flash of cold light, the Treasure Blade was lightly lifted, leisurely floating in front of Shen Qing's body.

The blade tip trembled slightly, emitting a faint cold glow that reflected his gaze.

In the physical body's perspective, the blade seemed to rise from nothing, without any external force.

In the view of the Primordial Spirit, he was holding the Treasure Blade in front of him.

The drastically different perspectives gave Shen Qing an incredibly unique sensory experience.

Shen Qing thought again, wanting to have the blade circle around him.

The blade's light shifted, its trajectory lively, the Treasure Blade indeed adhering to his will, nimbly moving around him, skimming past his back or circling his neck, each motion precise and flawless, as if it were a living thing, an awe-inspiring sight.

At this moment, Shen Qing suddenly realized, understanding that Controlling Objects involved using a strand of one's Primordial Spirit to maneuver objects. The Primordial Spirit being light, consequently made the Controlling Objects swift.

Furthermore, because when maneuvering objects with the Primordial Spirit, if not deliberately manifesting, its formless and intangible nature made it difficult for even adept cultivators to discern its mysteries; they could only witness the object seemingly lifted by an unseen force, moving on its own, assuming it to be artifact manipulation.

"So, this is how it is."

Experiencing once through the mysterious means perceived by others at the Primordial Spirit Realm, Shen Qing found it to be just as simple.

Seeing there was still some strength left, Shen Qing continued with another round of attempts.

He stretched out his hand, lightly touching the Treasure Blade that had accompanied him for years with his fingertip.

With a thought, a flick of the finger, the Treasure Blade rose into the air, entwined by a strand of the Primordial Spirit, drawing away from its previous place.

Initially, everything seemed under his control, the Treasure Blade darting lightly, traversing across the void.

But as the distance gradually increased, Shen Qing's expression grew solemn.

He felt that the Treasure Blade in his hand seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, becoming increasingly heavy, until the blade felt as if pressed by a mountain, unbearably heavy, and he could no longer "hold" it.

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