Li Mo pondered over the Ti Dao.
His understanding of the Ti Dao gradually deepened, stabilizing his scattered consciousness, yet he remained in a state where both body and soul were annihilated.
"Sigh..."
Li Mo opened his eyes, and the tilines that made up his body dispersed like startled birds.
A glimr of spirit light lingered in place, representing the remnant of his consciousness.
Logically speaking, Li Mo’s death should have resulted in his Dao disappearing entirely, leaving no consciousness behind, but at the [Ti’s End], an inexplicable aura seed to guard him.
Li Mo controlled the drifting spirit light; Ti’s End felt boundless.
No matter where he went, the surrounding tilines would follow him.
Li Mo touched them one by one, discovering that the tilines appeared pale green, containing worlds belonging to various iterations of Li Mo, most of which had already perished.
Upon their destruction, the tilines lay like withered riverbeds, littered with heaps of bones.
"Unexpectedly, there should be no suggestion of ti’s passage at Ti’s End. I can linger here for eternity without concern."
"But..."
Li Mo felt sowhat unwilling.
"Eternal life is aningless; I want to grasp enlightennt and transcendence. I want to revive everyone I ever knew, to end the calamities caused by the Master of Ti, I want to..."
The spirit light flickered, and Li Mo’s consciousness beca extrely unstable.
After a long while.
Li Mo forced down the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
Ti’s End is undoubtedly related to the birth of the Master of Ti, harboring a key to breaking the predicant. It’s best to deepen his understanding of the Dao.
Li Mo chose a direction to venture into, while envisioning through the many tilines.
The Ti Dao laid before him like a Wordless Heavenly Scripture, holding answers to all questions related to ti, leaving him overwheld.
His comprehension of the Ti Dao grew deeper, yet the spirit light seed to gain no benefit.
"Hmm."
Li Mo halted in place.
He couldn’t tell how many years he’s been traveling when he suddenly noticed a strange orange tiline in the distance.
Li Mo rushed toward the orange tiline, which scattered in panic like a startled bird.
Fortunately, the orange tiline wasn’t fast, allowing his consciousness to gradually approach it.
The mont the spirit light touched the orange tiline.
Countless mories surged into Li Mo’s mind, all belonging to a cultivator nad "Zhu Ji," yet the latter hailed from a different world, the "Blue Sky Mini World."
The Blue Sky Mini World, located deeper within the Endless Void, was strangely deficient in Spiritual Energy, with a cultivation system rooted in the Qi Refiner practice of absorbing Spiritual Energy.
Zhu Ji, having lived over a century, had yet to step into cultivation, leading the orange tiline to show signs of collapse.
"It seems Ti’s End houses the lives of all beings within the Endless Void. Naturally, they have only one tiline, whereas I possess countless."
Li Mo couldn’t help but show excitent; he found that while the Ti Dao was elusive in reshaping the body, it could slightly interfere with Zhu Ji’s tiline.
As he pondered the Dao, he also influenced Zhu Ji’s life path.
Li Mo guided Zhu Ji into seizing opportunities and trying to turn misfortune into fortune, successfully enabling him to step into cultivation at seventy.
Unfortunately, limited by the rudintary understanding of the Ti Dao, Zhu Ji ceased progress at the Qi Cultivation Stage.
Bang.
A muffled sound.
Zhu Ji passed away peacefully, while the orange tiline scattered.
Li Mo took a sharp breath as the tiline’s collapse generated weak remnants that his consciousness absorbed, nurturing the glimr of spirit light.
"I’ve prolonged Zhu Ji’s tiline, and the excess becos nourishnt."
Li Mo felt secretly exhilarated, finally seeing a glimr of hope to reshape his body. Next, he just needed to continually search for more tilines.
He was no longer lost, venturing into Ti’s End.
Roughly every two to three hundred years, Li Mo would encounter a strand of tiline, its color shifting based on the world it belonged to.
Initially, his use of the Ti Dao was sowhat clumsy.
A thousand years later, Li Mo had beco adept, guiding subjects one after another, propelling their rises through various fortuitous encounters.
Yet, inevitable fatal situations were encountered often, leading to the dramatic collapse of tilines.
Li Mo didn’t force the issue; the spirit light grew increasingly expansive, nourished by the remnants of ti, the area it could illuminate gradually expanding.
He beca like a worm traversing the river of ti, devouring the remnants of ti.
As consciousness reached a particular extent, Li Mo’s link to his original tiline intensified, allowing for so control.
"This is..."
Li Mo sifted through the chaotic threads, extracting an ordinary tiline.
This tiline offered no resistance, willingly rging with the spirit light.
With little effort, Li Mo’s consciousness refined the tiline, much like commanding a lifebound magical treasure, circulating within the spirit light.
"I see, this tiline is the one I originally inhabited; the others belong to various versions of Li Mo."
He nad it the [Essential Tiline].
Li Mo attempted to refine the other tilines but found it challenging, the minuscule differences in consciousness creating a barrier.
He hesitated for a mont, then directed the Essential Tiline to entwine a feeble tiline.
Surprisingly, the Essential Tiline could absorb other tilines, growing in length.
Once the weak tiline vanished completely, the Essential Tiline more than doubled in size.
"Hiss..."
Li Mo observed the Essential Tiline, which twisted into various shapes.
"Can I use the Essential Tiline to reconstitute an Undying Golden Body?"
Physical bodies are composed of countless flesh fibers; theoretically, Li Mo’s concept was valid, but the Essential Tiline’s length fell far short.
No matter what, he had clearly identified a direction for reshaping his body, which was better than having no clue.
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