Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 273: Divine Mind Technique

It was late at night, everything was silent, and the whole world seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. However, in this quiet room, Shen Yun did not lie down to rest like an ordinary person. He was sitting in a corner of the room, just sitting cross-legged, with his eyes slightly closed, and his expression solemn and peaceful.

As monks, bed rest has long become a distant and unfamiliar way for them. In the long years of pursuing the way of cultivation, few people would choose this ordinary way of rest. Basically, monks use meditation to calm their minds and spirits, understand the way of heaven and earth in the quiet time, and seek inner peace and strength.

The bed, once regarded as an important place for rest, has gradually lost its original function in the world of monks. Today, it has become more of a place for reproduction, carrying the mission of continuing life, rather than a haven for physical and mental relaxation.

Shen Yun's breathing was even and long, and his body and mind were completely immersed in this quiet practice. The air around him seemed to move with his breathing, forming a subtle and mysterious aura. His thoughts were like flying catkins, freely galloping in the vast world, exploring the true meaning of practice.

The night grew deeper, and Shen Yun still sat cross-legged motionless, as if he had merged into the deep night and became a unique landscape in this silent world.

After adjusting his entire body's aura to the best state, Shen Yun slowly opened his eyes. At that moment, a brilliant light seemed to flash in his eyes, like a meteor across the night sky, bright and sharp.

As soon as he thought of it, an ancient book appeared in his hand without any warning. The cover of the book was slightly old, exuding the breath of time, and the slightly yellowed paper seemed to be telling stories from the past.

This secret book titled "Divine Mind Secret" was given to me by my cheap father-in-law during the day.

Shen Yun gently stroked the cover of the book, feeling its rough texture, and an indescribable excitement and awe surged in his heart. He knew that this might be a major opportunity for him on the road of cultivation, and the key to breaking through the bottleneck and reaching a higher level.

The air in the room seemed to become heavy due to the appearance of this secret book. Shen Yun took a deep breath, calmed his inner turmoil, and prepared to devote himself to the exploration of this mysterious secret.

Shen Yun gently turned over the yellowed pages of the book, and an ancient and mysterious breath came to his face. The densely packed ancient characters on it seemed to have a mysterious power, and each character seemed to contain the most profound laws between heaven and earth, instantly immersing him in it.

His eyes were fixed on those words, as if he wanted to engrave them into the depths of his soul.

He studied the formula word by word, with a focused and pious expression, as if he was listening to teachings from ancient times.

The words in the book were like lively notes, jumping in his mind, they were either as light as a swallow or as heavy as a mountain, leading him into a new realm of cultivation. It was a world full of unknowns and miracles, which made him fascinated.

He followed the instructions, slowly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and focused his consciousness deep in his mind. His face was as calm as water, and the aura around him gradually became steady and deep.

At first, his mind was in a state of chaos, his thoughts were intertwined like a tangled mess. All kinds of random thoughts, memories, and fantasies came flooding in like a tide. The joys and sorrows, gains and losses, honors and disgraces, as well as the longings and worries for the future, all filled his mind, making him almost lost in this chaotic ocean of thoughts.

The images flickered like phantoms and the sounds exploded like thunder, making his mind shake.

But Shen Yun was not in a hurry, as he knew very well that the path of cultivation could not be rushed. With his firm will, he was like a steady helmsman, firmly controlling the direction in this chaotic ocean.

His heart was as firm as a rock, unshaken by the wind and rain from the outside world. His firm belief was like a beacon, guiding him on his way forward in the darkness.

He sorted out his messy thoughts bit by bit, and every attempt was like groping forward in the dark.

Every touch was like finding a way out in a thorn bush, full of unknowns and difficulties. But he never backed down, using patience and perseverance to untie every tangled node.

He rejected external interference and focused on his inner world. The noise of the outside world and the disturbances of the world were all isolated from his consciousness.

His heart seemed to sink into a deep pool of tranquility, with only his persistence and pursuit of cultivation. As time went by, he gradually felt a glimmer of clarity, as if there was a glimmer of light in the darkness. It was an extremely faint light, like a distant star twinkling in the night sky, but it gave him hope. This glimmer of hope was like an oasis in the desert, nourishing his dry heart.

He carefully guided this strand of clarity, as if protecting a newly sprouted seedling, fearing that it would be harmed. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world. He used all his energy to nourish this strand of clarity, allowing it to continue to grow. Every time he poured his energy into it, it was filled with his expectations and determination.

Gradually, that clarity turned into an invisible force that flowed through his mind. This force was like a trickle at first, gentle and slow, but as he continued to guide it, it became stronger and stronger, more and more turbulent.

It galloped and roared, as if it was going to break through all restraints. This was the prototype of spiritual power, it was like a newborn star, although weak, it contained endless possibilities. It emitted a mysterious light, illuminating every corner of his heart, and opened a door to a higher realm for him.

Shen Yun did not dare to slack off and continued to condense this strength. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead and his face was slightly pale, but his eyes were full of determination and persistence.

After a long period of hard work, the spiritual power finally stabilized and became condensed and powerful. It seemed to have been tempered countless times, from the initial erratic to the current solid as a rock. Every bit of spiritual power was tightly condensed together, like a chain forged from fine steel, extremely tough.

Shen Yun slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The surprise was like a meteor that suddenly appeared in the night sky, bright and dazzling, instantly illuminating his slightly tired face. He could clearly feel that his mental strength had improved qualitatively. This improvement was not a quantitative accumulation, but a fundamental transformation, as if a giant beast awakened from its slumber, bursting out with unprecedented power.