After perfecting the Yin Yang Reversal Art and spawning his clone turned informal ’sister’ Li Fan, the next Daoist Art to deal with was his very own teor Spell. This was sothing that Li Ling didn’t even waste a second thinking about, paying the 100 Slaughter Point cost to limit break it to the next realm.
After about an hour, he opened his eyes with a brown flash that occurred deep within, his Rule of Mountainous Earth advancing slightly by a few points due to his increased comprehension of the teor Spell’s advanced form. However, this advancent was only a hundred points out of a million, but considering how powerful the rule was, this was already a good thing.
The new version of the teor Spell at the third realm was called the Star of Heaven’s Fall, and its increase in power over the previous realm was truly shocking to Li Ling.
If the Perfected teor Spell could be described as casting the second teor in the famous Heaven’s Concealed Jutsu, then the Star of Heaven’s Fall was essentially the sa as the famous planet-sized Buddha palm falling upon Wukong.
At the Entry level, it already encompassed a range of a thousand kiloters, generating a flaming star like a cot coming from outer space, like a giant piece of magma-covered rock falling upon the land.
At the Advanced level, its range surged to five thousand kiloters, and the magma that coated the incoming cot would splash downward preemptively, causing minor fire damage spread over a large area.
At the Expert level, its range reached ten thousand kiloters, and the cot generated a gravitational pressure that not only locked in place all beings at the third realm and below, but could also affect spirits and semi-corporeal beings due to the Dharma Power within.
At the Mastery level, its range reached fifty thousand kiloters, and the cot now crushed all beings within its range into paste with sheer force before even landing if their physical strength wasn’t up to par.
Finally, at Perfection, its range reached a hundred thousand kiloters, and the attack could now suck beings into its range. If you were standing up to one hundred and fifty thousand kiloters from the epicenter, you would be pulled into the hundred thousand kiloter range forcefully unless you were strong enough to pull away.
But that was not all. Li Ling simulated the effects of casting this attack, which was his go-to in most situations involving sect annihilation or mass murder, and felt a chill in his heart. What did those numbers and effects an in reality?
First of all, to give it scale, there were two main things to use as comparison, which were the size of Earth versus the size of Firmant Heaven. Earth was approximately 6,400 kiloters in radius, while Firmant Heaven was—according to what Li Ling knew—around a million tis larger than Earth, so roughly 6,400,000 kiloters thereabout.
Star of Heaven’s Fall had a radius effect range of 100,000 kiloters at Perfection, so about the size of 15.5 Earths.
Holy shit.
The forr planet that Li Ling ca from, which was already rather huge and seed almost impossible to traverse in one life, was taken and then multiplied by fifteen tis to make just one of his Perfected Daoist Arts, which he could cast at least four or five tis before needing to refill.
But... that was only about 1.6% of Firmant Heaven’s entire mass, barely enough to cover half of a mid-tier sect’s region.
Whew. Whoever designed the proportions of cultivation worlds really needed to go back to grade school and understand simple numbers, because this was ridiculous.
At Entry, it was just a mountain-sized flaming teor which trailed magma and elental fire that punched a crater a few hundred kiloters across. Within 300 to 500 kiloters of ground zero, everything non–Core Formation would just be gone, turned into molten slag. Outside of 1,000 kiloters—i.e., 2,000 kiloters from the epicenter—nearby cities would be flattened, all forests turned to ash, continuous shockwaves would last for minutes, and literal tsunamis would form if the AOE was near the ocean.
The aftereffects? Say hello to a new geographical feature called a teor Basin, which would be a crater with a small lava sea and dense earth-fire qi. Great for sects like the Fire Heart Sect or any fire-elent-related sect, but the local climate for around 10,000 kiloters would be wrecked for a few decades with ash clouds, blood-red sunsets, and intense firestorms.
Yet on the scale of Firmant Heaven, it would just be one brutally damaged province at best, not even a quarter of the Boundless Joy Sect’s entire region.
Li Ling sighed and didn’t even bother to continue calculating, feeling that he would find out for himself. This kind of thing was the exact reason why Golden Core cultivators of old acted like they were the top dogs, even calling themselves Land Immortals, and that was just the entry stage.
Looking next, Li Ling was uplifted because his next Daoist Art was one of his most crucial ones, and one that even he feared: the Dao Soldier Technique.
In mortal martial families and even in so powerful cultivation clans, they utilized thods of brainwashing, torture, and other ans to create death soldiers, beings who forsook their identities and were mindlessly loyal to their faction, trading away their free will and intelligence, losing identity and choice.
This had to be done from childhood when they were impressionable, to drill the training into their subconscious; otherwise, you would encounter situations like Finn of the First Order, who woke up halfway after being given a shock and overwrote his programming.
However, this was all resolved by the Dao Soldier Technique. Just at the Entry level, he could enslave up to ten people who would retain their free will, their identity, their mories, their thoughts, their dreams, and their goals.
Yet through all of that, they held Li Ling as a god in their hearts, prioritizing his life and values above theirs. If a bullet were to be shot at them and not blocking it would cause Li Ling discomfort, they would gladly dive into its path. If they were an absolutely cowardly traitor who feared pain and would spill the beans if one even made a feint of an attack their way, they would withstand the cruelest torture if the interrogator wanted to know about Li Ling’s matters.
He had seen its effects himself and feared it, but the more he feared it, the more Li Ling craved its power, and more importantly, stronger defenses against anything similar being used on him.
So he paid the exorbitant 5,000 Slaughter Point cost—sothing he was unwilling to do for the Heavenly Network—and entered a straight week-long comprehension period, the longest ever at the Entry-to-Advanced stage among all his Daoist Arts.
But when he opened his eyes a week later, Li Ling’s breathing was a bit rough, because he didn’t care about the ti consumption; what he had comprehended made him tremble deeply.
Firstly, the Daoist Art had so normal functional upgrades as part of the advancent. For one, his cap of ten slots increased to fifteen, and the range of what he could do extended to the range of his sight, not just his spirit sense.
Secondly, there ca a new sub-ability of sorts, which Li Ling could only na ’Slave Transfer’. This ability was based on sothing that all transmigrators feared the most: the ’tracking mark’ placed on the killer of so young master, or the ’recording soul lamps’ that sent images of the killer to their clan, causing the father, the grandfather, and the ancestor to co one by one for revenge.
However, this one was far more insidious, because if a normal person with free will killed any one of his fifteen slaves for whatever reason, that slave mark would transfer from the deceased soul to the killer’s soul almost imperceptibly, making them replace the one they took down without even realizing it.
What made Li Ling tremble was that if he, as a slaughter god who killed millions without even thinking about it, were ever to fall into the trap of such an ability... Even though he knew that this Unique Immortal Art belonged to him alone, there could still be lesser, weaker versions out there.
Luckily, with the knowledge of how to cast this sub-ability ca the knowledge of how to defend against it, which allowed Li Ling to calm down.
If it wasn’t obvious enough, Li Ling was one of those fellows who feared illusions and thods of ntal manipulation that were unseen and indefensible, giving him existential crises.
He had actually acquired this fear incidentally from reading a sci-fi webnovel about a fellow who gained a super USB, then had to fight against mitic technology that could warp minds through pictures and sound, becoming an intense battle of wits.
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