Chapter 83 – Half a Month Forging a Strong Soul (Fifteen)

If lingering between Life and Death represents one of the most profound ways for mortals to comprehend the true essence of existence, then Ye Kuang was currently experiencing precisely that.

Did he understand what true essence meant?

Yet undeniable was his tenacious heart.

At this critical juncture between Life and Death, his enlightenment flowed with remarkable smoothness.

While Ye Kuang appeared to be in deep coma, he was actually undergoing a baptism of Life and Death, an ultimate metamorphosis!

How could the boundless daylight, never knowing the loneliness of night, understand that dreams are born from undergoing darkness’s purification?

Deep within Ye Kuang’s heart, there remained not the slightest ripple, even reaching a state of perfect tranquility.

But in that very instant, a “drip-drop” reverberation plucked at the strings of his heart. Though seemingly ordinary, it became one of the world’s most beautiful melodies, simultaneously stirring towering waves throughout his being!

In that endless dark world, a glimmer of light suddenly emerged, only to vanish again.

As this cycle repeated continuously, Ye Kuang’s figure abruptly materialized within the radiance.

He sat cross-legged, eyes closed, face serene, while above his head emerged the silhouette of a memory.

It was his infant form.

“Waa waa waa…”

The crying gradually roused the meditating Ye Kuang, his gaze appearing exceptionally calm yet carrying a trace of bewilderment.

His attention was suddenly captured by the infant’s cries, and in that moment, his heart melted.

For the connection of shared blood told him that infant was none other than himself.

The scene abruptly shifted, expanding to include two figures – his parents Ye Zhennan and Yang Qiu.

Amid this warm and harmonious picture, our protagonist couldn’t help but feel sorrow.

He didn’t understand why he felt this sadness, yet undeniable was that this represented one of humanity’s innate capacities.

Life may appear strong, yet ultimately proves fragile beyond measure.

Without experiencing this Life-Death transition, how could one comprehend such powerlessness?

Ye Kuang suddenly reached out trying to grasp the memory, but to his surprise, the scene shattered like crystal, transforming into streaming starlight shooting toward the endless dark world.

Just as he felt utterly helpless, the scene reappeared, now showing his seven-year-old self.

Beyond playful antics remained only mischievous behavior – bringing the kindergarten teacher’s daughter home for dinner, immediately earning praises from elders: “Little Ye, you’ll go far when you grow up.”

To this, Ye Kuang merely responded with childish laughter, taking it not at all seriously, naturally unaware of the deeper meaning within those words.

Now, however, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

When the scene shifted once more, reaching his final moments before losing consciousness, overwhelming fury followed – he had actually been beaten to death.

Ye Kuang: “That damned woman, her strikes were utterly vicious, ah…”

He couldn’t restrain his roar within this inner world, as if through this he could release his pent-up frustrations.

The memory silhouettes multiplied with the undulating sound waves, connecting countless fragments from days and nights past into continuous streams.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang suddenly ceased his shouting.

In this moment, his stillness became somewhat terrifying.

Before his eyes, countless memory fragments completely filled his heart, that irresistible sensation causing his emotions to surge inexplicably.

There was joy, there was delight, there was sorrow, and there was heartache.It could be said that the seven emotions and six desires of the Human Realm surged forth all at once, yet even they were scarcely comparable to this.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but wonder to himself: Where exactly was this?

His surroundings were entirely shrouded in darkness, and a single glance was enough to tell him he had fallen deep into some kind of spatial realm.

The answer was practically on the verge of revelation.

Ye Kuang couldn’t restrain an excited, hoarse roar of fury that echoed through this boundless world—so mad, yet so helpless.

The knowledge that he was not yet dead drove this already somewhat unhinged individual completely over the edge!

His arms flailed wildly, his movements resembling the restrained execution of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.

Who would have thought that this previously unreachable, infinite world would suddenly become brilliantly illuminated? As golden streams of light burst forth, it was as if countless fireflies had ignited the darkness.

His inner world began to undergo a cataclysmic transformation.

The true essence of the Subduing Dragon, which Ye Kuang had never fully grasped before, now flowed with unprecedented smoothness. This was no mere sensation—it was a long-yearned-for epiphany that made him lose himself completely, unleashing his power with abandon.

“Shadow Like Thunder, Dragon’s Roar soaring across the wilds between heaven and earth… Once Sudden Arrival brings wind and rain, it marks the beginning of entering the ever-changing tempest.”

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“Move like the dragon’s path, the heart no lesser than heaven and earth, intent soaring above the vast expanse to enter the Yellow Court. Where the heart leads, there the dragon’s shadow resides. Once able to ride the wind and break the waves, one may set sail to cross the seas!”

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“Only with surplus heart can vitality flourish; only by aspiring to the heavens can one pierce the clouds. The dragon traverses the boundless sea of clouds before it can inquire of the firmament!”

It was at this very moment that Ye Kuang achieved sudden enlightenment. He had merged the beginning of life with his current state, comprehending this profound path of Dao Inquiry on the brink of death!

As this realization dawned, his form began to shift strangely. With the execution of the first seven palms, it gradually dissipated.

The last thing his gaze fell upon was an overwhelming, boundless confidence!

In this moment, he was clearly no ordinary man.

And that indomitable will absolutely refused to let him sink into oblivion here.

Drip… drip… drip…

In the room, aside from the sound of dripping, there was only the silent rhythm of breathing.

Yet Ye Kuang slowly opened his eyes, breathing in once more the distinctive scent of a hospital. For a moment, he completely lost the ability to think.

It was as if he had traversed the cycle of reincarnation anew, truly beginning his awakening, thus reborn into the urban world.

Even the century of cultivated power within Ye Kuang’s Dantian seemed to undergo a metamorphosis. Driven by his newfound understanding, it suddenly burst forth with vibrant life force.

Sizzle… sizzle… sizzle!

As his life energy gradually awakened, accompanied by endless rising vapors, the scene was like ascending into the clouds.

But abruptly, Ye Kuang’s eyes widened in shock—within his Dantian had appeared another surge of power that fundamentally did not belong to him!

Roar… roar… roar!

The century of cultivated power suddenly turned wildly violent, voraciously devouring this new energy to strengthen itself exponentially.

Ye Kuang even entertained the illusion that he could ascend to heaven in a single step.

That foreign power was deep as oceans and abysses, its majestic momentum like ten thousand mountains and rivers arrayed before him, carrying an aura that compelled reverence.

Ye Kuang paid no heed, completely consuming it to fortify his own being.

As the power gradually permeated every limb and bone, the sensation was indescribably euphoric.

Crack… pop… crackle!

His bones rejuvenated one after another, bursting forth with wild vigor throughout his body, making Ye Kuang feel as if he were suddenly filled with invincible power.

This moment could truly be called gaining fortune from misfortune!