Li Chengyi was floating quietly, listening to the voice within his own body.
Ti seed to have lost its aning in this mont.
’Imprint Orb... This here is the Black Sea, isn’t it the best place to obtain an imprint? And I have just broken through to the Dragon Realm, reaching the ultimate human strength!’
Suddenly, a flash of lightning crossed Li Chengyi’s mind.
In reality, one needs to open the inner gate of the body to truly make contact with the Black Sea.
And he was already in the Black Sea.
Perhaps...
Imdiately, he bent his body and forcefully brought the Imprint Orb in his hand up to his chest.
’How do I use this thing?’
In his mind, he recalled the angel structure diagrams he had seen in the City of the Death Angels and the materials he had read on death energy.
’It seems it needs to be implanted within the body...’
Drifting alone in the Black Sea, not knowing how to return or leave, he decided to deal with the imprint first.
At this thought, a soft golden fla unfolded around Li Chengyi.
That was the Flower Language Technique: Luminescence Force Field.
The pale golden fla pushed back the surrounding mud, creating a golden light sphere less than a ter in diater.
The force field, which could expand to ten ters in range, could only stretch out less than a ter here.
But that was already sufficient.
Within the sphere of light, Li Chengyi finally regained his other senses.
He slowly opened his eyes, standing at the center of the sphere, looking down at himself.
The black dragon scales of the Shadow Dragon seed even darker.
An inexplicable change seed to have occurred during the ti he was imrsed in the Black Sea.
He frowned slightly.
He vaguely felt that his human scent was rapidly diminishing.
The Black Sea seed to be devouring and destroying the human part of him, while the Shadow Dragon Bloodline, which belonged to the Black Sea, took the opportunity to rapidly grow and swiftly develop within his body.
’So, was my Shadow Dragon Bloodline underdeveloped before? Is this the true ho for nurturing Shadow Dragons, the most suitable environnt?’
Suddenly, Li Chengyi understood.
No wonder he always felt that the improvent from his Shadow Dragon Bloodline was just so-so. It seed to be due to the environnt.
An eagle, no matter how strong it grows up to be, will still be thin and malnourished at birth if it lacks worms to eat, an innate deficiency.
Li Chengyi looked down at his body, at the purple and black Feilian Floral Dress, and upon closer inspection, you could see that every part of its armor was subtly absorbing wisps of darkness from around it.
These wisps of darkness couldn’t even be blocked by the golden Radiance Field.
They floated in from the outer Black Sea and infiltrated the Floral Dress.
He looked outwards.
Outside the sphere of golden fla, there was a twisted pitch blackness.
"Let’s deal with the imprint first."
After thinking it through, Li Chengyi dispelled the Floral Dress from his body, exposing his flesh and blood.
He picked up the Yinglong Sword and aid it at his right chest, making a forceful cut.
Hiss.
The tip of the sword slowly penetrated the skin and muscle under imnse pressure.
A string of purplish-black blood beads slid slowly down the blade.
Soon, a palm-sized wound appeared on Li Chengyi’s right chest.
He bore the severe pain, picked up the Imprint Orb, and shoved it into the wound.
But clearly, the muscles were too hard, and he couldn’t squeeze it open.
He picked up the sword again and forcefully sliced at the wound.
Hiss...
A large chunk of purplish-red flesh was brutally gouged out, leaving a gaping hole in the original location of the wound.
Seizing this opportunity, Li Chengyi shoved the Imprint Orb into the bloody hole, then covered the wound with his hand, pulling the skin together on both sides.
A soft sound of growing flesh followed, and in a few seconds, as he removed his hand, the wound had already healed.
’Is that it?’
He wiped the blood off his body, enduring the intense itch of growing flesh and blood.
’It doesn’t seem like there’s any change?’
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Boom!!!
All of a sudden, gray-white Flas of Death Energy ignited all around Li Chengyi.
The golden sphere burst.
Death energy replaced everything.
The great amount of death energy he absorbed in the City of the Death Angels now completely enveloped him.
The viscous liquid of the Black Sea and the equally thick death energy flas ca into contact with each other.
The death energy rapidly contracted, solidified, and slowly ford a structure akin to silk nets of fabric, completely enveloping Li Chengyi and turning him into a massive spherical shape.
And as if called and attracted by the death energy,
Within the viscous liquid of the Black Sea, so gray-white granules erged, adhering to the gray-white spherical shape that Li Chengyi had beco.
They soon quietly dissolved, penetrated the sphere, and rged into one.
The imprinting began in this mont.
As a continuous stream of the Black Sea’s essence flooded in, the death energy combined with the Black Sea’s essence, beginning to forcibly modify the structure of Li Chengyi’s body at that ti.
The original flesh and blood began to disintegrate, reconstructing into a stronger, thicker, and more stable particle structure.
At the limits of human bloodlines, at this mont, they completely fused and rged with the equally exhausted death energy.
Under the influence of the Imprint Orb, both t the conditions for the gestation of the Giant Strength Imprint and began to rapidly enhance out of thin air.
At the sa ti.
Li Chengyi’s body bore the mark of the Evil Flower, within which the category belonging to the Ziwei Flower lit up with a violet glow once more.
’Floral Luck activation effect: The subject’s aura has attracted the attention of many powerful entities in the Black Sea. However, after observation, they discovered that this is rely a death energy compound sphere, which also has traces of the King of the Death Angels’ aura. To avoid potential conflict with the King of the Death Angels, they hesitated and then chose to temporarily ignore the subject and move their gaze away.
But such false security won’t last long...’
The activation of Flower Language Technique stirred sothing within Li Chengyi’s heart.
His fingers struggled to caress the surface of the Evil Flower.
He saw that the section for Floral Luck had temporarily turned grey, indicating that its recent activation had consud too much of its power.
This kind of consumption was neither physical strength nor Consciousness Power; it seed to be sothing he could not detect at all.
Now that it was depleted, it had granted him a temporary safety within the Black Sea.
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Blind Spot · Tightening Grasp.
"Brother! Brother, are you there?!!"
Yserine, in a black corset dress, was holding a jet-black gem and emitting a strong dark aura as she urgently called out for Li Chengyi, who had suddenly lost contact.
Within the vast library, the dull grey light shone from outside, illuminating her worried, pretty face.
Yserine, now around eighteen years of age and approximately one ter sixty-seven tall.
Her pure gold hair flowed like liquid light over her shoulders; she was no longer the frightened little girl but had fully blood.
Pure, beautiful, slightly naive with childish innocence, and full of the sensual curves of a woman.
Her beauty was enough to captivate the gaze of any man.
Unable to make contact, Yserine put down the gemstone and frowned in deep thought.
’It seems he has gotten lost in the Black Sea. According to what the teacher taught, to contact any individual in the Black Sea, one must first possess a part of the other person. Then, open the inner non-gate and use a special formation for contact. Since I’m an Individual who has opened so non-gates, this part can be overlooked.’
’A part of my brother...,’ she suddenly rembered that in reality, Li Chengyi had once ntioned his special abilities allowed him and a few of his subordinates to maintain a secret and profound connection.
"Perhaps I can try using his subordinates as a ans of contact..."
Li Chengyi’s subordinates, those with abilities similar to his, Yserine knew there were several, but the problem was, she could not contact anyone else.
Unless they too entered Tightening Grasp.
But that was not for her to decide.
"If there were a door that could link to reality..." At this mont, Yserine desperately yearned to return to reality.
But she could not think of any solution for the ti being.
Only by having a Blind Spot Individual in reality enter her own Blind Spot, could she make contact with them.
’Perhaps, the teacher will have a way!’
Feeling helpless, Yserine knew she couldn’t delay. Once her brother attracted the attention of countless entities in the Black Sea, he might be instantly torn apart.
To know, the Black Sea’s inhabitants ranged from the weak to the unimaginably strong.
Entities, like the King of the Death Angels, capable of ending worlds, were nurous.
The Black Sea is boundless, and perhaps even stronger beings exist beyond.
Even beings as horrifying as Behemoth Asladuni are not solitary.
No one knows the true extent of the Black Sea.
Nor does anyone know how many terrifying beings it has nurtured.
With these thoughts, Yserine quickly walked towards the only wooden door in the library.
She reached out, her fair palm gently grasping the brown wooden handle that had a string of copper bells hanging on it, which jingled softly.
Click.
She turned the handle with force and pushed the door open.
Creak, the door opened and countless grey lights shone brightly, blindingly so.
The grey light quickly dissipated, revealing a grey and white study with black bookshelves.
A small round table, a black wooden chair, a three-legged bronze incense burner with rising blue smoke, and a figure in a black robe with gold leaf patterns sitting on the chair, his form shrouded in grey mist, indistinct and unclear, yet clearly humanoid in shape.
The lower half of his body, however, consisted of countless black tendrils, like those of an octopus, planted firmly on the ground.
The figure held a dark red book, slowly turning the pages.
Surprised by the noise, he looked up at Yserine.
"Yserine?"
His voice was like a combination of nurous grating sounds and was reminiscent of a serpent, heavy with breathy quality.
"Teacher! Please teach how to enter reality!" Yserine stepped forward, her hands pressed together in deep respect as she bowed to him.
"My brother is lost in the Black Sea, I need to find a closely related object of his in reality!"
"That is not difficult," the figure softly replied, "the difficult part is, once you enter reality, you will be greatly suppressed. And unless there is an individual who can channel, you will not be able to touch any existence in reality. They will be to you like phantoms, rely images."
"Is there a way around this? Teacher, I know you must have a way! I implore you!" Yserine pleaded.
"Do you rember the principle of equivalent exchange?" the figure asked.
"I do. Whatever I have, I can give to you!" Yserine replied without hesitation.
"Although the endless Black Sea has no principle of equivalent exchange, I am willing to perform it for you and to expand and enforce it. That is my wish," the figure seed to smile slightly.
"This ti, I can help you. In return, I want your commitnt to also abide by the principle of equivalent exchange for eternity, just like !"
"That’s the price?"
"Yes. That is the price. Because with the principle of equivalent exchange, if you agree to this, I will give you more help to compensate for your extra part," the figure answered softly.
"I agree!" Yserine bowed again, deeply.
"Very well," the figure slowly stood up, "it happens that because of you, I have recently acquired an entrance and exit to the place of your origin in reality."
"I hope you won’t regret it..." he spoke with an air of deep aning.
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