Clone Master Li Ping clearly saw that the arms torn to shreds by Yin Shangren’s teeth had no blood flowing out.
They oozed black pus instead.
Within the pus, faces like tiny tentacles wailed sharply, sending chills down one’s spine, yet Yin Shangren devoured them without batting an eye.
Spurt...
Yin Shangren’s skin split open as if slashed by a sharp blade, and those tentacles he had swallowed squird out of his body again.
Only this ti, all the faces had transford into Yin Shangren’s own!
Li Ping hid in a corner of this mutated space, quietly observing the changes occurring within.
On the surface, it seed like Yin Shangren was engaging in a frenzied act of cannibalism.
In reality, it was the blending and clashing of different residual realm laws.
However, unlike in the Roaring Abyss where laws were carefully selected to be integrated into the Xuanhuang World, here...
Chaos, disorder, destruction.
It was like a frenzy of self-cannibalism in a rubbish heap for a slim chance of survival.
The struggle between the World Spirits didn’t last long.
Perhaps because this realm was not within the Xuanhuang Mainland, or maybe due to the protection afforded by the luck of the Da Qi Holy Dynasty, the invading spectres were much weaker than Yin Shangren.
After he devoured all the scattered arms,
his badly fissured body began to heal slowly.
"It’s been a long ti since I’ve enjoyed such delicacy, I really missed it,"
Yin Shangren’s voice was no longer the strange, dual tone from before but had returned to a normal human voice.
However, the aura he inadvertently emitted was enough to send a chill down the spine of Li Ping, who now possessed the strength of a Perfect God Transformation, and made him secretly apprehensive.
Yin Shangren, however, showed no hostility and, after disposing of the hidden danger posed by the spectres, began to cultivate the [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation].
Li Ping narrowed his eyes. In his view, the law fluctuations around Yin Shangren were rapidly diminishing.
Not mysteriously disappearing, but slowly being absorbed into Yin Shangren’s body.
Yin Shangren’s figure beca like a wisp of smoke, shifting unpredictably. Faces that he had previously absorbed reappeared on the surface of his skin.
Fear road; they struggled, attempting to break free from his body.
To the onlooker, Yin Shangren’s body seed to sport hundreds of tumorous growths that might burst open at any mont—grotesque and horrifying.
Yet Yin Shangren remained unwavering.
Sitting tranquilly, he showed no sign of panic.
Gradually, those faces, as if pulled by so force, were retracted back into his body.
One by one the growths vanished, and Yin Shangren’s appearance slowly returned to normal.
When Li Ping sensed that the external Principle Aura had completely disappeared, Yin Shangren suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze, no longer crazed or possessed as before, was now like a deep and serene pool, clear and calm.
"Building Foundation with ," he murmured, looking at his hands, lost in thought.
"How does it feel?" Li Ping asked.
Without responding, Yin Shangren pointed directly at Li Ping.
Boom!
Nine golden dragons appeared out of nowhere, roaring as they circled protectively around Li Ping.
Beneath Li Ping’s feet, a quagmire had ford without notice.
Li Ping was being silently swallowed by the mire.
And in Li Ping’s senses, the overall Qi Destiny of the Da Qi Holy Dynasty was like a tiny hole had been punctured into it, constantly leaking away.
Although the speed of the Qi Destiny leaking was slow, he could not find a way to stop it for the ti being.
The Gold Dragon coiled, releasing a protective glow to shelter Li Ping above the quagmire.
He did not counterattack, but instead clicked his tongue in praise, "Sir, your thod is impressive."
Yin Shangren waved his hand, and the quagmire beneath Li Ping’s feet vanished instantly: "This is the most vicious curse and resentnt when the world is on the brink of death."
"If it had been before, I would have felt a significant impact trying to manifest the curse and resentnt. At the very least, I would be ntally unclear for half a year. But now..."
Yin Shangren positioned his finger before his eyes.
At the tip of his finger, the quagmire suddenly reappeared.
But it was firmly bound, swimming within the range of the index finger.
"Everything within the body is the foundation of cultivation."
"As the heart desires, a re thought can bring about its realization," Yin Shangren muttered.
Following that, Yin Shangren gave Li Ping a detailed explanation of the feelings after [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation] and his understanding of the "New New thod" pathway.
"The New Technique of Dharma Transmission is actually a shackle mysteriously imposed on everyone in the world based upon the existing cultivation system. Once you cultivate, this shackle becos a part of you. And every barrier in the path of cultivation ahead is dug out with specific-shaped holes."
"Only by wearing the shackle and conforming to the specific shapes can one pass through."
As Yin Shangren spoke, texts began to appear out of thin air in front of him, converging and recording spontaneously.
"And the path of the New thod of [Building Foundation with ] is to integrate this imposed shackle into oneself!"
"Ahead on the barriers, no matter what difficulties, one can adapt with one’s own transformation..."
Yin Shangren described it in great detail, and Li Ping listened with utmost seriousness.
"For instance, if you wish to practice the [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation], you may need to refine and absorb the entire Dynasty into your body..." He suddenly said so.
Li Ping pondered for a mont, gaining insight, "If that is the case, I’m afraid my Emperor Qi Code and the billions of subjects of Da Qi would all be frozen at the mont I absorb them."
"To establish the foundation with oneself, burying all of one’s past to achieve an infinite path for the future..."
Yin Shangren applauded and said, "That’s precisely it!"
The text in front of him finally took shape, forming a thin booklet. Yin Shangren held the booklet of his insights in his hands, his expression extrely pleased.
Even though these were his own summarized insights and he knew them better than anyone, Yin Shangren was still delighted to flip through them several tis.
But as he looked at the blank pages that followed, a troubled expression flickered across his face.
"The Golden Pill of Chaos. What is chaos?"
...
Immortal Alliance Headquarters of the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals.
Since Yan Huan left, no second outsider had visited the Yan Fa space.
Clearly, the effects of the previous curse attack had not yet dissipated, and Yan Huan’s visit was a special case.
The five hundred years of guarding ti were not so easily passed.
Thus, Zhang Xu and Hua Yeyue, the two Guarding Elders, each had their own unique ways to pass the ti.
Zhang Xu had evolved a Mortal World within his sea of consciousness.
Then, sealing off a strand of his awareness from perception, he imrsed himself in it to experience a variety of fascinating lives through Reincarnation.
Hua Yeyue, on the other hand, had differentiated another self.
The "two" sat and discussed the Way, exchanging insights with each other.
Nobody understood themselves better than themselves, and thus in perfect harmony, they lived joyfully.
As for Li Fan, he was not as playfully indulgent as they were.
While delving into the latest results from the refining of the Final Separation Disk’s Array Technique, he also monitored the experiences around the Sacred Embryo and his clone.
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