Chapter 27: Primordial Spirit, Innate Talent Enhanced a Billionfold!

All around Lu Yuan were divine artifacts, each extraordinary in its own right. Once their proper use was understood, they offered unimaginable benefits. For those who had grasped the true nature of the global aberration, such treasures would be cause for wild joy—a chance to seize them all and pave a path for their own future.

But Lu Yuan was different.

He alone understood how to maximize the potential of every divine artifact. Without this knowledge, possessing such treasures would be nothing short of a waste.

He was intimately familiar with all of it.

In this age of global mutation, for any living being to evolve, two things were necessary: an unusual bloodline and the integration of a divine artifact into one’s body—a medium, in plain terms. Most people, however, had utterly mediocre bloodlines and were unlikely ever to awaken; Lu Yuan himself was one such person. Thus, the medium was essential—the stronger the medium, the greater the benefits, the more immense the potential, and the higher the innate talent.

Both bloodline and medium could be called innate talent.

Therefore, the first thing Lu Yuan needed to do was to fuse the Ancient Bodhi Tree into his body.

The Ancient Bodhi Tree, known as the Tree of Wisdom, would, upon fusion, immediately bestow talent increased by a hundred millionfold.

What did that mean?

Comprehension that defied the heavens! Any technique, any divine art—at a glance, he would master them instantly, favored by heaven and earth. At the same time, the shackles of the flesh would be shattered, the hidden treasures of the body laid bare, awaiting only to be unearthed.

In Lu Yuan’s memory, there were many possible mediums for awakening, but if one spoke of the most powerful, the unrivaled, it was the Ancient Bodhi Tree. That was why he had paid so high a price and spent so much time to acquire it.

At this moment, Lu Yuan’s gaze was fixed upon the Ancient Bodhi Tree, his eyes resolute.

Without the slightest hesitation, he drew a dagger and stabbed it into his chest.

In the next instant, a spurt of fresh blood burst from his heart.

Indeed, to fuse with the Ancient Bodhi Tree, one must use the blood of the heart—only then could one become attuned to the artifact and become one with it.

Ordinary people would never dare such a thing; it was far too dangerous, possibly fatal.

But Lu Yuan was different. His body had been tempered by the essence of elixirs, surpassing ordinary humanity.

For him, such a wound was neither life-threatening nor even a minor injury.

In that moment, his heart’s blood fell directly onto the Ancient Bodhi Tree.

A hum resounded.

The Ancient Bodhi Tree shone with an unprecedented radiance, as if summoned by some mysterious force, absorbing the heart’s blood. The tree quivered incessantly, its verdant leaves booming as though playing a wondrous melody. Around its crown, circles of Buddhist light surged, and one after another, the figures of Buddhas manifested—some seated in meditation, some reclining, some slumbering, some subduing dragons, others taming tigers.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At the same time, Lu Yuan heard a thunderous rumbling in his mind.

He closed his eyes, and a halo of wisdom appeared behind his head. The Buddhas circling him began chanting sutras, as if to guide him to transcendence.

A single grain of sand is a world; a single flower, a paradise; a single tree, a Bodhi, a Tathagata.

The profound chanting echoed in his mind.

Unconsciously, Lu Yuan assumed a cross-legged posture—not upon the ground, but floating in midair, level with the Ancient Bodhi Tree.

The light radiating from the ancient tree streamed continuously into his body. As time passed, these rays began to merge with his flesh and blood.

Lu Yuan could feel it clearly: his physique was being strengthened, his muscles transforming, every cell in his body experiencing death and rebirth.

With each cycle, his strength grew exponentially.

He was breaking through the limits of the human body, opening the hidden treasures within.

Without a medium, ordinary people—no matter how hard they tried—could never awaken, could never gain extraordinary powers. Even with a medium, the process was arduous and fraught with setbacks.

But in this moment, Lu Yuan completed the transformation from ordinary man to awakened being almost instantly. He had truly transcended humanity.

And his power was still rising.

“In my previous life, it took years and countless risks to reach this step,” Lu Yuan thought, marveling at the might of the Ancient Bodhi Tree—fabled as the very tree under which the Buddha attained enlightenment.

But this was not the end.

To fully unlock a hundred millionfold talent, the fusion had to be complete.

With his heart’s blood offered, there remained only two tasks: to wait and to endure.

As he expected, as more and more beams of light entered his body, the Ancient Bodhi Tree trembled, its branches swaying. It rose from the ground and, shrinking visibly, became no larger than a palm. Transformed into a luminous jade sculpture, it was exquisite beyond compare. The Buddhas entered the tree, which then shot, with a crisp sound, into the center of Lu Yuan’s brow and vanished.

In that instant, Lu Yuan saw the world within his mind—a boundless, silent, and white realm.

Directly ahead, the Ancient Bodhi Tree, now some twenty feet tall, stood in emerald splendor, radiating boundless vitality.

Beneath the tree, a golden figure sat quietly, eyes closed, reminiscent of Shakyamuni in his moment of enlightenment.

This golden figure bore Lu Yuan’s exact features, yet radiated divinity.

“It is said that after fully fusing the Ancient Bodhi Tree, one awakens the God of Wisdom, the Innate Spirit, and receives a hundred millionfold increase in talent. The principles of heaven and earth, all things under the sky—nothing is beyond comprehension.” Seeing the golden figure, Lu Yuan instantly recognized it and was overjoyed.

This was his own God of Wisdom, his Innate Spirit.

Even in his previous life, the world’s mightiest awakened beings had never achieved this.

As for those who had fused with the Ancient Bodhi Tree, including this life, there was only Lu Yuan.

The tree had been revered as a holy relic, and later vanished for reasons unknown.

Through two lifetimes, he alone had succeeded.

Opening his eyes, Lu Yuan’s gaze became sharp and bright as a sword.

And in that moment, he found that the chaotic world around him now revealed its order; with focused thought, he could perceive the laws of nature, his mind impossibly clear, as though endowed with supreme wisdom.

A hundred millionfold talent—such might was terrifying.

Feeling all this, Lu Yuan couldn’t help but smile.

Three months of preparation had finally paid off with a magnificent reward!

Soon, Lu Yuan discovered that aside from the overwhelming surge in talent, his body had changed as well.

His skin was translucent, glowing with a pure white radiance.

His muscles, though not bulky, brimmed with fearsome strength.

He could not resist the urge—he flexed his fist lightly.

Boom!

A sonic boom erupted; the air itself was torn asunder, and the stone beneath his feet split open.

“This strength is at least ten times greater than before,” Lu Yuan thought in astonishment. That had only been a casual punch—if he exerted himself, he could easily demolish a two- or three-story building.

He quickly estimated his current power.

By his calculations, he now possessed the strength of at least an initial-level eighth-tier awakened being.

(End of Chapter)