Half an hour after discovering the new ability of the Holy Light, the sun had completely set in the western mountains and night fell. Wang Yinlan didn't add any further tests for Ji Jiayu, but instead let him return to his residence as usual. After all, the days were still long, so there was no rush for a day or two like that.

When Ji Jiayu left, Nie Lanxi, who had been sitting cross-legged in the field, followed him back to the stone courtyard, and then deeper into the dense forest.

Watching Nie Lanxi's gradually fading figure, Ji Jiayu once again became curious: What was he doing in the forest every day? Cultivating or sleeping? Did he also know the sacred beasts in this forest? What kind of life experiences did he have?

However, curiosity was curiosity, and Ji Jiayu had no intention of following him to find out. Although he was Ji Jiayu's guardian, and there was a bond between the two, they were not at all intimate, and it was definitely inappropriate to pry into his privacy like that.

But Ji Jiayu believed that the two would always have a heart-to-heart relationship.

Back home, Ji Jiayu changed his clothes, finished dinner, sat cross-legged on the ground again, and began practicing.

Tonight, his goal was to learn to depict the three sacred symbols.

The so-called sacred patterns are a relatively unique technique. With slight adjustments, someone with a high cultivation level who is well versed in sacred arts can form sacred arts. However, if not adjusted, they can be depicted on the sacred bones and skin texture of priests.

Sacred patterns, like sacred techniques, are techniques that allow the cultivator's divine power to resonate with the divine power in the void, thus producing an effect of four or two thousand pounds.

Ji Jiayu had already browsed the scroll of sacred patterns last night, and he knew it well, so without thinking too much, he began to depict the sacred patterns.

He used his spiritual power as his hand and his own divine power as the knife, and began to depict them on his right arm.

Driven by a special method, the divine power of the knife carved a small golden mark on his sacred skin with scorching heat.

As soon as the golden mark appeared, it attracted the surrounding divine power. Under its influence, the golden mark appeared to have some cracks, but Ji Jiayu repaired it with his spiritual power.

As time passed, the golden runes became clearer.

When Ji Jiayu waved his right arm, a light breeze seemed to appear, assisting his arm. This was no illusion.

The sacred runes Ji Jiayu was drawing this time were called Hurricane Runes, and their function was very simple: to increase speed, to increase the speed of hand movements, and to increase the speed of foot movements.

After a while, when the wind runes were completely drawn, Ji Jiayu gathered his mental strength and attempted to activate them.

"Huh..."

The wind sounded, and when Ji Jiayu waved his right hand, it actually left an afterimage. This sacred rune undoubtedly greatly enhanced his close-quarters combat abilities.

It should be noted that the divine sword Ji Jiayu had previously learned was not only a long-range attack sacred technique, but also a single-hilted divine sword for the caster to use, enhancing the caster's close-quarters combat abilities.

The wind gradually subsided, and the golden runes on Ji Jiayu's right arm gradually darkened. The next moment, his spiritual power surged out of his body, and almost instantly, he redrawn them according to the original outline of the golden runes. This immediately caused a change in the divine power in the void, causing the Gale Pattern to explode with power once again.

If Wang Yinlan and the members of the Shengyao Division were here at this moment, they would definitely be unable to help but sigh.

Ji Jiayu drew sacred patterns directly during his studies, easily overcoming countless difficulties he would have otherwise faced. If others knew, they would be envious.

After successfully drawing one sacred pattern, Ji Jiayu began drawing two other sacred patterns: the Qingxin pattern and the Sacred Thunder pattern, one on the center of his brow and the other on his left palm.

The Clear Heart Pattern, as its name suggests, aims to make the practitioner clear-headed and able to handle matters more calmly. The Sacred Thunder Pattern is a single-attack type of sacred pattern, used at close range and possessing immense power.

While drawing the three sacred patterns, Ji Jiayu attempted to draw them several times in an instant. At this moment, the sun was almost up, and a new day of cultivation was about to begin.

Three hours later.

After a short nap, Ji Jiayu got up to wash up. When he finished, Nie Lanxi was already waiting for him when he walked to the courtyard door.

Seeing Nie Lanxi's calm face, Ji Jiayu felt a little strange. After carefully examining it, he came to an incredible conclusion.

"Your cultivation has improved?"

"No." Nie Lanxi shook her head, not wanting to say anything more, but after a moment's hesitation, she still said, "It's just that I've further mastered the original power."

"I see." Ji Jiayu immediately understood. He didn't ask too much, and as before, he took the lead in walking towards the training grounds.

Arriving at the empty training grounds, Nie Lanxi sat cross-legged to practice as usual, while Ji Jiayu went to Wang Yinlan and told her about the results of his solo cultivation.

Sure enough, Wang Yinlan was silent for a few seconds after listening, and then said, "Then from today onward, we can try opening the sacred arts and illuminating the sacred patterns."

The surrounding members of the Shengyao Division were slightly speechless when they heard this.

Opening the sacred arts and illuminating the sacred patterns were relatively advanced skills that fifth-level practitioners needed to learn after learning to cast sacred arts and depict sacred patterns. They basically studied and became familiar with the sacred arts and sacred patterns before coming into contact with these techniques for two or three years, and Ji Jiayu only had one day!

What a gap!

"The outside world is still questioning Ji Jiayu's qualifications to be in charge of the Sacred Pearl. With this talent, he can cultivate to the Ming God realm without the Sacred Pearl!"

Everyone present had studied the Sacred Pearl intensively, so it was clear that Ji Jiayu was able to learn to use the Sacred Art to depict the Sacred Patterns so quickly. While the Sacred Pearl did indeed aid him, its assistance wasn't significant. It depended more on his own spiritual talent and his profound understanding of the Sacred Art and Sacred Patterns.

"A wave of opposition against him has been rising recently, but once he completes his special training, he will surely be able to silence many."

Among Ji Jiayu's many opponents, many believed that with Ji Jiayu's talent and strength, he wasn't qualified to take charge of the Sacred Pearl. These people opposed Ji Jiayu not because of his status as a mortal.

If a blockbuster could resolve some issues, that would be great.

That morning, in the cultivation field, loud explosions and the sound of rushing winds could be heard from time to time. This was Ji Jiayu learning to unlock the sacred technique and illuminate the sacred pattern.

In the afternoon, it was time for him to familiarize himself with the Sacred Pearl.

Today, he was testing the specific casting time, the consumption of the Sacred Form and the Radiant Form, the degree of power increase after casting, as well as the specific changes in the Sacred Circuit, Sacred Skin Texture, and Sacred Bones, and the specific power of the Sacred Techniques and Sacred Emblems under the Sacred Form and Radiant Form.

This was even more terrifying.

Even though they were several kilometers away, the Guangming clansmen in the back garden could still hear the violent explosions and howling wind.

"Is the sky going to collapse?" Some Guangming clansmen couldn't help but ask. "I heard it was testing Ji Jiayu's strength."

"Is this a test of strength? It's destroying mountains! Are you sure he's only a fifth-level Ming Zun?"

"Can a seventh-level Ming Sheng make such a move on him?"

"What kind of little monster are we cultivating?!"