Sandean examined Haru with surprise as he looked at the “Fourth Level Ability Experint Plan” Haru had brought.
Haru’s progress in researching the Secret Art of Immortality exceeded Sandean’s expectations. This proposal was Haru’s idea, and Sandean found it very feasible.
Haru believed their previous fusion attempts failed because they hadn’t applied enough pressure. He suggested modifying the secret technique, using ntal power as the core to apply pressure, which he terd “ntal force pressure.”
“Haru,” Sandean said, his eyes widening, “your talent in this area is beyond my imagination. You’ve noticed details I hadn’t even considered.”
“ntal force pressure?” Sandean mused, stroking his chin. “What inspired this idea? Could it be the imnse pressure in the ocean depths?”
Haru scratched his head happily, his smile sowhat simple and honest.
This aligned with his usual rough-and-ready, impulsive personality.
“Teacher, I just like to co up with strange ideas out of nowhere.”
Sandean patted his shoulder approvingly. “So genius-level innovations stem from unconventional thinking.”
“Haru,” Sandean proclaid, his voice filled with pride, “if we succeed this ti, your na will be forever etched in Yinsai’s history. You will have pioneered a new path for the Wisdom Ability.”
Sandean was destined to be rembered in history, but Haru wasn’t necessarily so. People might occasionally rember him as the Sage of Truth Sandean’s student, but if he and Sandean jointly created the path to the fourth level, it would be entirely different.
Haru was excited, his hands clenching for a mont.
“Teacher, I’m certain we’ll succeed,” he said, determination burning in his eyes.
Sandean nodded, looking at the silk manuscript in his hand, his eyes revealing hope.
“Indeed, we will certainly succeed.”
However, he failed to notice the look in Haru’s eyes.
It was a nearly uncontrolled pursuit and desire for power and the mystery of immortality.
He was even less aware that at this mont, hidden in the sleeve of Haru’s robe was a divine technique tool refined using priestly blood.
They once again ca to the ritual workshop on the rocky beach, first inscribing the ritual array as before.
Sandean threw a Seal Doll into the center of the array, which imdiately transford into a stone statue upon landing.
This form was the most stable and suitable for conducting experints.
The teacher and student pair skillfully released their spirit power, vibrating it in a peculiar rhythm to resonate with the Seal Spirit and mythical blood within the stone statue.
As the secret technique unfolded, the mythical blood and Seal Spirit finally began to rge.
“Hum~”
Spirit power constantly traversed this space, eventually pressing down on the stone statue.
A violent spiritual hurricane ford, everything in the ritual workshop began to revolve around the two n. Dust and pebbles collided with the walls and ceiling, making subtle sounds.
But Sandean and Haru’s attention was entirely focused on the center of the spiritual hurricane, where the Seal statue was undergoing transformation.
At the center, the spiritual hurricane acted like a cosmic mixer, evenly blending the divine blood, Seal Spirit, and the statue’s power.
Imnse pressure, like a giant hamr, repeatedly pounded the three elents together.
Forcing them to interlock and combine.
An intense gray light burst forth, the radiance of the divine technique imprint at the core of the Seal Spirit.
Sandean and Haru imdiately stopped and looked towards the gradually receding light at the center.
A patch of soil appeared in the original spot.
But it was very peculiar, as each grain of sand in the soil emitted light.
“Rustle~”
The sand grains were writhing, moving slightly on their own.
The soil transford from mud to white pottery, then into stone.
Its shape gradually stabilized, finally settling into the form of a tall, human-shaped stone figure.
Sandean’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What… what is this?” he stamred.
Haru was also sowhat shocked. “It seems… to be coming alive?” he whispered, awe evident in his voice.
Sandean slowly walked forward, his voice barely above a whisper. “A new life?”
“After the Seal Spirit and mythical blood fused, has it beco a new species, a new life form?”
Sandean approached, his spirit power roughly sensing the entity’s structure.
It no longer had distinct Seal Spirit, mythical blood, or stone body components, as the three had been mixed and fused together.
Divine blood, spirit, and stone, indistinguishable from each other.
Myth, spirit, and mundane matter, interlocked as one.
This was clearly no longer a Seal Spirit; it possessed its own bloodline, its own life rhythm.
It could even pass down its bloodline, becoming a new species.
A kind of…
Peculiar species possessing imnse power.
Sandean raised his hand sowhat bewilderedly, wanting to touch the newly born entity.
What Sandean didn’t expect was…
The stone man also reached out, eting Sandean’s palm.
Sandean felt no joy at all, instead retreating two steps in horror.
“How… how is this possible?” he gasped, his voice trembling.
“Can stone truly possess life?” Sandean muttered, his worldview shaken to its core.
Haru supported his teacher who had stepped back several paces. His eyes fixed on the newly born stone monster, as if witnessing the world’s greatest miracle.
They were using mortal bodies to perform the power of divine creation.
Haru, as if seeing the world’s most perfect creature, exclaid excitedly.
“Teacher!” Haru exclaid, his eyes ablaze with excitent, “This is the power of the fourth level!”
“Breaking the shackles of life, possessing a transcendent body.”
According to their original plan, the mythical blood and Seal Spirit had fused.
The remaining step was to rge their own consciousness and mories into it, and the experint would be successful.
At this mont, Sandean felt sothing was amiss. Was this truly the fourth-level power he had been seeking?
Was simply forcibly mixing divine blood, spirit, and imprints together considered the fourth level?
The myth hadn’t undergone the qualitative transformation they had imagined, nor had any power surpassing the third level appeared. Instead, a peculiar life form had erged.
More importantly…
Did they have to abandon their own bodies to beco an unknown monster?
What should they call themselves afterward?
Could they still be considered human?
Should they be called stone demons?
Or stone monsters?
“Haru!” Sandean called out, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Sandean turned his head to look at his student, only to find Haru gesticulating excitedly, overjoyed to the point of forgetting himself.
“We’ve succeeded!” Haru shouted, his face beaming with triumph.
“Teacher!”
“We’ve discovered a new power, we’ve broken the shackles of life.”
Sandean swallowed the words that had risen to his lips—
In a corner of the workshop.
A figure had appeared on the stone bench embedded in the wall at so point, but Sandean and Haru were completely unaware.
The white-robed person sat on the bench, chin resting on hand, silently watching this scene.
Sandean’s joy, and Haru’s madness.
All fell under His gaze.
The form of Hila, God’s ssenger, also appeared, looking at Sandean standing dazedly not far away.
“Doesn’t he know about the things Haru has done?” Hila asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Yin Shen still didn’t respond, as if lost in thought.
She knew Sandean; it was she who had brought Sandean to the Spirit Country and given him the power of rituals.
At that ti, Sandean was still a youth, or rather, a child.
And now, he was gradually entering old age.
She had watched Sandean beco the High Priest of the Sky Temple, then establish the Temple of Truth, becoming the sage praised by all.
Hila’s eyes revealed sadness as she shook her head.
“Even the wisest sage can be blinded by power and emotion,” she murmured, her voice heavy with disappointnt.
Yin Shen stood up. “Let’s go,” He said, His voice carrying an air of finality.
Hila followed, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Where to?” she asked.
Yin Shen stepped across the gate between the mortal realm and the dream realm in one stride, the flower sea of the God-Given Land appearing before him. “Back,” He replied simply.
“God,” Hila inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity, “are we not going to observe any further?”
God simply said softly: “They have failed.”
Sandean’s experint had succeeded, but the exploration of the fourth-level path had failed.
This was not the power of the fourth level, nor was it the essential transformation of mythical blood.
It was rely…
Mixing the power of the Seal Spirit with mythical blood.
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