Sticky.
Or you could say adhesive.
Li Ye felt as if he were an insect trapped in resin; even as a Nascent Soul True Man, it was hard to move. The more he pushed forward, the more he got stuck, unable to struggle, until eventually he would inevitably exhaust himself to death.
"This is quite similar to ti."
"No matter how you resist, it’s futile, and you’ll end up bruised all over."
He stopped resisting, fearing to resist.
Like the fish leading the way ahead, he let the current guide him, moving forward slowly.
In this process, he discovered many strange phenona.
For instance, his physical body and Primordial Spirit.
He had originally been able to perceive the passage of his life span, as if watching sand continually falling in an hourglass.
Cultivators typically have this ability.
The mont they advance to Nascent Soul, they know when their life span will end.
It’s actually quite an unpleasant thing.
Many cultivators nearing the end of their life span act out of such fear.
After all, it’s not easy to face your own death calmly.
But that wasn’t important.
The important thing was what happened after arriving here.
He was amazed to find that the flow of his life span had slowed down, as if the valve had closed, and even showed signs of stopping.
But what ca with it was a slow-down of thoughts and awareness.
Normally, his thoughts could traverse the world in an instant, but now he could only ponder the situation here slowly.
This was terrifying.
Even if life span could be lengthened, it wasn’t a normal growth. It was a forced extension, not only damaging awareness but also making oneself extrely vulnerable.
Li Ye could still resist for now.
But if ti dragged on, irreversible damage might ensue.
What was troubling was that he couldn’t hurry things along.
——The guiding fish ahead was struggling to move, but it was under much greater pressure than Li Ye.
Li Ye smiled wryly.
And then summoned all his strength to maintain his body and soul, continuing forward.
During this journey, he also saw those "existences" entwined within the lake.
Almost all were various souls.
They radiated imnse power, each soul seemingly containing a world. Even trapped here, they still shone brilliantly—at least at the level of Divinity Transformation or higher.
If such an aggregation of souls were in the Chaotic Outer Domain, it could exert considerable pressure on the Tao Furnace Realm.
He observed for a while.
Seeing the Phoenix, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, the Moon Toad, the essence of the world, and the Spirit Race ford by the Primordial Spirit of the Human Race...
He felt a bit tempted, to be honest.
Although these beings lacked physical bodies, if he wasn’t mistaken, each was the "quintessence" of an abandoned independent world.
While these worlds were discarded for various reasons, didn’t that also make them unique?
"Sigh."
"Better stay calm."
It was rare for him to feel so restless.
But after contemplation, he decided against action.
Releasing them could cause imnse unforeseen changes. Better to wait until the beavers complete their dam, easing so of the River of Cosmic Light Spirit’s pain.
Then he could consider his next move.
However, it’s not as if there’s no gain.
He could ascertain that this sticky "amber liquid."
Is the material needed to perform the Grand Master of Fate.
It seed to be of better quality than what the Divine Techniques described as harvested. Does this an the Ancestor Master hesitated to delve into the River of Cosmic Light?
He didn’t know.
But it didn’t stop him from secretly taking so.
With this amount of amber liquid, he should be able to perform the Grand Master of Fate many tis; after all, there aren’t many worthy of such a performance in this world.
What he’s interested in is cultivating Spirit Plants and Spirit Beasts.
All in all, things were going smoothly.
Apart from the peculiar environnt, there was no real danger...
"Hmm?"
Just as Li Ye was starting to relax.
A voice suddenly reached him.
He keenly sensed it ca from a fully ford piece of amber in the distance—the voice was gentle and refined, indicative that the speaker was likely a Confucian Scholar.
Indeed.
The literary qi in the tone was unmistakable.
Li Ye didn’t reply, who knows what monstrous entity could have self-awareness here.
Intending to move on.
Yet the man’s voice stopped him with provocative words.
"You carry the breath of stars."
"Have you collected the volus of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum?"
"Are you... a disciple of the Four Seasons Sect?"
What?
This made Li Ye pause slightly.
He split a wisp of Divine Sense to follow the guiding fish ahead.
While he stayed behind.
He fixed his gaze on where the voice ca from.
Sowhat surprised, he said, "Did you create the Hell Path?!"
There was a mont of silence.
"Sigh—"
After a deep sigh.
The voice continued, "From your words, it sounds like they still committed so wrongs. I’m sorry.
I lack the power to compensate, and can only apologize."
So it was you.
Li Ye couldn’t quite determine his own feelings.
Perhaps disgust, perhaps hatred, or perhaps... nothing at all.
After all, the Hell Path had beco part of history.
He and the elders of the sect were diligently trying to and past errors.
But.
He condensed the cris of the Hell Path into a small ball of Divine Sense and passed it directly to the man.
His tone grew slightly displeased:
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