"I am fully aware of my humble strength, and with disaster by my side, every step I take within the tomb is laborious."
"The only shortcut I could think of is to utilize the Clock of the Era."
"Of course, soone like has always been unrelated to good fortune and would not possibly receive the blessings of heaven and earth."
"But I am more likely to be cursed by heaven and earth than others."
"At this mont, I am not alone; I have protection like the ancestral land, along with other life-preserving items. As long as I survive, I can collect a large number of energy conversion luck bags and then promote myself to the sixth rank. By doing so, I can transform the energy in the luck bags into stronger blessing effects..."
Ye Yin spoke succinctly, revealing the secrets behind the "survivor" from a deeper perspective.
It turns out that the peculiar energy within the luck bags, if not used in ti, will naturally diminish with the passage of ti.
However, it cannot bestow blessing effects across ranks. Once a Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit is promoted to a new rank, the original blessings are nullified, equivalent to having no protection at all.
Ye Yin—needs the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit to maintain sufficient strength, share the injuries, and thus steal the power of the Clock of the Era.
Taking the risk to promote to the sixth rank, he would not have ti to reach Perfection, and the calamity he faces would intensify, actually decreasing his chances of survival, contrary to his intentions.
"How confident are you?"
Ye Hanjun thought for a mont and asked seriously.
"Sixty to seventy percent,"
Ye Yin licked his chapped lips, "With so many Saints guarding Without-Sun City, the whole clan is performing a grand sacrifice."
"Even if the will of heaven and earth sees my Ye Clan as an unspeakable taboo, believing that we have disrupted the natural principle of species succession, it is just the Clock of the Era, not the Cosmic Era Calamity. Its murderous intent won’t be that strong."
"If I encounter an unforeseen disaster that I can’t adapt to, I’ll just disintegrate once."
"To trade a period of weakness for a full stock of luck bags is a deal that is not at all disadvantageous."
"Only by doing this can I increase the chances of survival in the Tomb of Asura and not be annihilated right from the start."
"So... shall we raise the stakes?"
Behind Ye Hanjun appeared an ancient gray-white stone door, calm and resolute like a king seated beneath a royal court:
"Compared to the other mbers of our clan, binding with you, the risks and rewards multiply."
"But to break through the unbreakable shackles, it is only this way that we can glimpse the light of dawn in the Abyss."
"Are you sure about this?" Ye Yin’s gaze was fiery, "Once we bind now, your current life will surely fall apart."
"You will need to observe the environnt at all tis, pay attention to every creature, and also be vigilant of the ground, the sky, and prevent dangers that may arise from any direction..."
Ye Hanjun did not reply, but reached towards the center of his forehead and forcefully extracted a gray key branded with a full moon.
"I only want to know whether ’Survivor’, when promoted further, becos better or worse."
"The third Taoist...bestows!"
Without any hesitation, Ye Hanjun slowly pushed the key in his hand into Ye Yin’s forehead.
Ye Yin took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the instinct to step back.
"Humming—"
Gray light enveloped the room like fog.
All three seed to float in the galaxy, simply looking up to see an infinite Gray Sun dominating the skyline.
Next to the Gray Sun, seven crescent moons rotated slowly.
Additionally, two full moons, closer to the Gray Sun, revolved around it.
Now, a third full moon had erged.
Ye Yin turned into light, instantly flashing into the sky and spinning wildly.
"The Taoist’s Bond..."
"The Secret Pact..."
"The Gate of Life and Death... Death Challenge..."
...
Murmuring voices echoed, and after a long ti, Ye Yin opened his eyes, the gray light at the center of his forehead gradually fading away.
At first glance, his appearance had not changed at all, still as old as before.
But his eyes were no longer cloudy; like a normal clan mber, they were deep and dark.
"Whoosh—"
Ye Yin opened up the Law-Figure-World, showing a look of surprise for a mont.
Surrounding him was an endless ocean.
The waters were milky white, resembling the texture of milk.
No waves disturbed its surface, as if a ruthless hand suppressed it, its entire surface smoother and flatter than a mirror.
"This is no longer the ’Lake of Slow Healing’, is it?"
Ye Yin murmured to himself, deliberately slicing his palm, sending a spray of blood forth.
In the past, such a minor wound would naturally heal quickly.
But at this mont, in the blink of an eye, the calm sea beca tumultuous, a gigantic wave shining with white light surged up like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, and then smashed down at a trendous speed.
With a thunderous crash, there wasn’t a single droplet of water on Ye Yin’s skin.
Yet, the cut on his palm had vanished without a trace, skipping the healing process entirely and becoming perfectly healed.
"The healing effect... has been enhanced by at least five tis!"
"With such an assistive Law-Figure-World, Zhuang Zhuang and Lang Lang should be very happy!"
With strong anticipation, Ye Yin put away the Law-Figure-World and continued to check for changes in his Ability.
He couldn’t test for ’unforeseen disasters’, but he could summon the luck bags.
"Whoosh!"
In mid-air appeared six fist-sized glowing bags, each with ancient characters and densely engraved with the character "Luck."
Ye Yin was stunned, staring at the six bags for a mont in disbelief.
"What’s wrong?"
As an outsider, Ye Liuying could not personally experience the changes in Ability and could only ask proactively.
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