The gray lines in his mind had to be refined. Otherwise, once they increased to a certain extent, they would pose a threat to Fang Chen's life.
After witnessing the first and second paths with his own eyes, Fang Chen was even more convinced that the third path was the safest. The first path was a holy land for cultivation. It could rapidly increase a martial artist's cultivation. However, there were many hidden dangers, and there was even a strong backlash.
On the second path, if one continued to possess the body of a top powerhouse, there would come a day when one would be eroded by the remnant thoughts left behind by those top powerhouses. Eventually, one would become a walking corpse, a combat puppet.
Moreover, he had heard the powerhouse at the end of the path say that if one could reach 100,000 miles on the third path, they could become an inner disciple of their Sect. Now, Fang Chen had already advanced 90,000 miles. He wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and began to seriously ponder how to refine the gray lines in his mind.
If he wanted to refine the gray lines, he had to understand them in depth.
After a long period of observation, he discovered that the gray lines were formed because of the invisible strength on the third path. It constantly tempered one's will, causing the power of the soul to erupt and drill into the mind. The impurities in the power of the soul couldn't be completely purified and thus turned into gray lines.
In fact, the gray lines could also temper a martial artist's will and enhance the strength of their Primordial Spirit.
However, the danger of doing so was too great. If one was the slightest bit careless, they would suffer a backlash from the gray lines.
Since ancient times, there had been people who came to the third path. Moreover, they didn't believe in heresy and believed that they could control the gray lines. In the end, because there were too many gray lines in their mind, they died. Although they had touched the edge of 100,000 miles, they died and everything became nothing.
"The gray lines seem to be a very special kind of strength."
Fang Chen spoke softly. If spirit force was said to be a type of energy that was born from tempering one's spirit will, then this gray line seemed to be created specifically to suppress one's spirit will. These two types of energy complemented each other but also restrained each other.
"What's going on?"
Fang Chen fell into a daze. In his mind, the ancient texts left behind by the past powerhouses of the Chaos Realm appeared. He searched for any records regarding the gray lines.
Day after day, year after year.
In the blink of an eye, three hundred years had passed. During this time, Fang Chen had not made any progress. He had been refining the gray lines in his mind while studying them.
Weng!
One day, Fang Chen felt the gray line in his mind tremble violently. He suddenly opened his eyes and discovered that the Spirit Force he had used to temper his spirit and willpower had been completely devoured by the gray line. There was only one gray line left in his mind.
"This is … the other gray lines have merged into this person's gray lines?"
Fang Chen was speechless. After three hundred years of research, he had gradually understood the structure of the gray lines. He had also faintly sensed that it had something to do with spirit force. Moreover, he had tried to fuse the two together before, but he had failed in the end. He didn't expect that there would be a change right now.
What was going on?
Fang Chen was a little worried about whether the fusion of the gray lines would affect his body.
However, right at that moment, the Ultimate Power in his body suddenly burst forth. Then, it rushed into his head and fused with the gray lines.
The next moment.
Fang Chen felt that the gray lines had turned into a terrifying force that flowed back into his body, occupying the position of his spirit force and vaguely having the intention of replacing it.
"This is?"
His intuition told him that this mutated gray line was definitely an extremely terrifying force. Moreover, it was a force that he had never grasped or recognized.
At this moment.
At the intersection of the paths, a hint of a smile appeared in the eyes of the statue.
It was way too lonely for him to be guarding the three paths here. Only a single person would come here every few hundred million years. He was way too lonely. Now that he had finally met one, he did not want to let him die so easily. Moreover, he was very satisfied with Fang Chen's test earlier. Be it in terms of character or cultivation talent, Fang Chen was outstanding in all aspects.
Therefore, he reminded him that if he could reach 100,000 miles, he would be able to become an inner disciple of the sect.
In his calculations, with Fang Chen's potential, he would need at least tens of thousands of years to reach 100,000 miles.
After reaching 100,000 miles, he would undergo the final baptism of his spirit and will. Only then would he have the hope of comprehending Heart Force.
But who would have thought that in just 300 years, and at 90,000 miles, he would be able to condense a strand of Heart Force? If those old monsters in the 3,000 Realms of the Great Dao knew about it, they would definitely go crazy.
"Heart Force."
The statue sighed. "He walks on the Ultimate Path. The Ultimate Power in his body accelerated the mutation of the gray lines. In the end, it absorbed the spirit force and transformed into true Heart Force."
Heart Force!
This was a completely new term to Fang Chen, but to the statue, it was too deep in his memory.
In the 3,000 Realms of the Great Dao, the power that the cultivators of the Path of Spirit yearned for was Heart Force. This was a special power that was billions of times stronger than spirit force. The two were not on the same level at all.
However, to condense Heart Force, one had to temper one's spirit and will and give birth to spirit force. Only then would there be a chance.
Fang Chen could be considered to have accidentally condensed his first Heart Force and reached the threshold of the Path of Spirit.
"This little fellow is a bit interesting." The statue flicked his finger.
Immediately, Fang Chen felt a change in his surroundings. He was directly teleported to a place 100,000 miles away.
Immediately, a vast power rushed over. He discovered that his spirit and will were constantly transforming. In the blink of an eye, his spirit and will had reached the pinnacle. The spirit force that was born was completely integrated into that special power. And under his efforts, a second similar power was born.
The two strands of Heart Force lay quietly in his body. Fang Chen had unknowingly walked a very long path on the Path of Spirit.
"Congratulations on successfully condensing Heart Force and becoming a cultivator of the Path of Spirit."
The statue's voice sounded in Fang Chen's mind.
"These two powers are called Heart Force?"
At this time, Fang Chen was still unfamiliar with cultivators of the Path of Spirit. And this was the first time he had heard of this power called Heart Force.
"At the same time, congratulations on passing the test and becoming a disciple of our sect."
As soon as the voice fell, the statue revealed its true appearance. In the air above the gray third path, the statue appeared out of nowhere.
In an instant, Fang Chen felt a strong pressure all over his body. His scalp exploded. Fortunately, it was not an enemy. Otherwise, he would have died without a doubt.
"Junior Fang Chen greets senior." Fang Chen hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed.