Daily life of a cultivation judge

When her final words left her lips, the silhouette disintegrated and merged with the gold and silver threads flowing within the river below.

From within it came an incantation and a title.

"Perpetual Cerulean Weaver's wisdom path to a lifeline.."

Yang Qing instantly knew it was the technique the lady called Yun Suifen had created which he presumed was towards the end of her life.

The incantation that came after explained the process of cultivating the art. If Yang Qing wondered if the lady had been a soul formation expert as she claimed, when he heard the incantation and felt the power and the depth of profundities contained within it, all doubts instantly vanished.

Just the opening mantra alone would require significant effort from him just to grasp the rudimentary aspects of the art, let alone, the progressive parts of the art which would only keep growing in complexity the further in one moved.

Yang Qing cleared his mind of any miscellaneous thoughts as he poured his full attention into following the guiding path of the cultivation art. He decided to first see what lay at the end before he started deciphering it. Sensing the art to the end would give him a general sense of what he was working with.

It took almost five hours before finally the incantation was done as it coalesced together to form the cocoon that had formed earlier.

Yang Qing couldn't help but sigh in admiration with a little perspiration forming on his forehead.

Even without putting in the effort to decipher it, just previewing the art left him exhausted. Even though he hadn't reached complete mental exhaustion, with the mental heaviness he felt, he knew he wasn't too far from it.

Yang Qing took out a few azure cloud berries which other than their excellent taste were great at staving off mental fatigue and restoring one's spiritual essence.

After a few minutes, Yang Qing felt his mind lighten and it didn't feel like his skull was compressing his brain.

"Earlier I thought she was just bragging, but that art.." Yang Qing couldn't help but pause and sigh in admiration as he recalled the perpetual cerulean weaver's wisdom path to a lifeline.

Yang Qing may have never heard of the thread calamity finding cerulean moth, but thanks to this art, he now had an idea of how truly wonderous its abilities are. The proclamation as the last witness didn't seem as farfetched.

"And to think, despite the art being incomplete, it is still this powerful.." Yang Qing said as his gaze filled with admiration and respect, fell on the cocoon.

Before coming here, the judicial review committee had already informed him that the art was an incomplete gold-grade art, but that statement had been grossly misleading. Yang Qing had interacted with a few gold-grade arts having cultivated a few himself like the phantom void steps, so he knew, how to tell a complete one from an incomplete one, and the art before him was complete, as complete as any gold-grade art could be.

It had already met the threshold of one. The sentient intent of the lady who appeared earlier was already proof of it. The art was complete, but it was indeed incomplete at the same time. Anyone who interacted with it could feel it, the last part of the art wasn't the real ending, there was something else that was supposed to be there, that would no doubt elevate the whole art.

However, that final part was missing, and it wasn't due to a lack of insight or not having the necessary accumulations to push it that far, and it also wasn't because the hosting conduit of the art was damaged.

No, all throughout the art, as Yang Qing allowed himself to be guided along, he could feel the life force of the creator slowly ebbing away with every incantation. She was not lacking in any way, her life more than likely ended before she could put in the final touch which made the art incomplete, but even without it, it was already complete, it's just that the final part, by Yang Qing's estimates, may have the potential of elevating it into a purple grade art.

Alas, the origin nature of the art ensured that it would more than likely forever remain in the state it was in. Completing it would be next to impossible as the art was born out of the lifeforce, experience, and attainments of a soul formation expert. Everything that was Yun Suifen was branded deeply into every fabric of the art. She was entrenched so deeply that she was the art, the ending of the art was what she saw, and it would be next to impossible for anyone else to extrapolate that ending, not unless they thought as her, lived as her, experienced as her.

Every inch of their lives needed to be a replication of what Yun Suifen's life was, and how it shaped them fundamentally, also needed to be the same. Completing the art basically needed another Yun Suifen.

Yang Qing had seen similar arts before, arts that served as the graves of their creators, whose entire life was entombed and entwined with them, such arts were called the life testament legacy art. Arts birthed from the life of their creator.

Life testament legacy arts could never be improved on, nor could they be duplicated because of their nature, forming one was extremely difficult as it needed a cultivator to literally pour out their entire life into creating it. Everything they are, everything they were would all be burned as fuel into the creation of the art, and their comprehension of mysterious truths and profundities needed to be high enough to draw the attention of the word to serve as their witness and give them their last rites.

But in exchange for the stringent demands, all life testament legacy arts at the bare minimum are at the blue grade, and the conduit through which they are stored remains indestructible to anyone below the soul formation realm.

The fragment before him might as well have been made from mundane materials, but from the moment the life testament legacy art of Yun Suifen was stored on it and received the cleansing of the world's energy, it became as resilient as a saint-grade artifact.

Yang Qing cupped his fist toward the river as he paid his respects to Yun Suifen, even if she wasn't there, he still acknowledged her.

After he was done, he immediately dived into comprehending the first parts of the art, which involved separating a sliver of his spiritual essence and weaving it together using his spiritual essence, and one memory as the materials to create a cerulean moth. Its methodology seemed somewhat similar to how one nurtures their artifact's spirit when it is young. The cultivator in question would share his/ her experience with the artifact spirit to help it grow, the concept was the same, except this time, there was no artifact spirit, but his spirit.

Within the perpetual cerulean weaver's wisdom path to life art was an explanation on how he would transform the sliver of spirit into a blank slate which was the first step before he fed it one of his memories that needed to tie to a particular emotion, as for what emotion it was, in the early phases it was left to the cultivator's prerogative.

Yang Qing soon forgot himself as he went about experimenting with the art.

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