The young evil dao practitioner kept his eyes open, stubbornly refusing to take his last breath; he just wanted to see how long Yu Ziqing could keep up his façade.
Yu Ziqing continued to quietly receive it, having tried to stop it, but to no avail.
In his understanding, it seed more like a high-level contract and inheritance.
When he learned about the so-called inheritance and knowledge of the Dharma thod, it was as if he had personally read the contract.
Sending this young evil dao practitioner off was equivalent to signing his own na.
Everything started with his permission, and this indeed counted as an inheritance; naturally, there was no chance to back out.
Yu Ziqing's expression was calm; without ntioning other anti-possession asures, he casually made up a reason, for example, he had never heard of any transmigrator being successfully possessed by any Dharma thod.
As the inheritance began, the power was entirely piled into Yu Ziqing's Qi Sea storage, while knowledge, experience, and ideals were completely separated from the power.
Ideals without power to support them were like those clichéd motivational talks, severely disconnected from Yu Ziqing himself.
The story began long ago, with that evil dao practitioner nad Yakou.
Overall, it was similar to what the young evil dao practitioner described; Yakou had great ideals, and to achieve them, he didn't care if he was alive or not, nor did he care if the power and accumulated knowledge and experience he painstakingly worked for all his life were easily obtained by others.
Back then, evil dao practitioners were not quite like how they are now. Although influenced by the evil dao, they were far less bad than they are today.
Today's evil dao practitioners are such that if you line them all up and kill them, there will be unjust killings, but if you kill every other one, so will slip through the cracks.
Yakou had good intentions, a prodigy, creating the inheritance Dharma thod, but he made one fatal mistake.
The inheritance Dharma thod he created was inherently influenced by the evil dao, particularly the unfavorable parts of it.
What should have been an exceptionally powerful inheritance thod devolved into an alternative possession thod.
The subject of the possession wasn't the Divine Soul, nor the consciousness; it was Yakou's ideal.
This was mostly as Yu Ziqing had speculated.
Through generations, people continued to pass it down, the power grew exponentially, yet it beca increasingly extre.
Initially, the inheritors themselves already had great power, but later on, they grew weaker, eventually morphing into a state where only those born in a half-dead state, naturally carrying an aura of misfortune, could inherit it.
Now, a teenage boy could beco a Ninth Tier strong practitioner overnight, with a solid foundation, inheriting vast accumulated knowledge and experience from predecessors.
But how can a teenage boy handle all this?
Yu Ziqing, as if watching through a screen, sped through the lives of one evil dao practitioner after another.
From those originally willing to inherit the legacy, to later where personal will was crushed, forcibly inheriting the ideal.
When witnessing the transformations here, a continuous descent, a process of relentless collapse.
Everything seed to turn chaotic in an instant, everything blurred, except for that initial, most pure ideal, which beca glaringly bright.
Yakou's ideal, as if becoming tangible, illuminated Yu Ziqing's consciousness, trying to flood and fill his awareness.
Even the abnormally vast power, if counted solely by volu, had already exceeded the total power of an average Ninth Tier cultivator, also began to change.
Evil qi started surging, wanting to do sothing, trying to rise from the Qi Sea to help Yu Ziqing refine Qi.
However, Yu Ziqing's Qi Sea was long no longer a normal Qi Sea, the evil qi had no way out, attempting to escape, only to be imdiately suppressed.
A White Bone Divine Bridge, spanning across the Qi Sea, with the power of the Hungry Ghost Dao and the Body Refining Technique surging upon it.
With Dadui's national fortune, the power of the Divine Dynasty, and the construction of the Dao Court, this sole White Bone Divine Bridge was presently suppressing everything directly.
Never mind the insufficient Realm, but within Yu Ziqing's body, the evil qi's attempt to shake the White Bone Divine Bridge had to first disrupt Dadui's national fortune.
The evil qi's intent to actively assist Yu Ziqing in Qi Refinent was forcibly suppressed.
Power and ideals remained completely severed, disparate and useless.
Yu Ziqing just felt in his mind, where the once-glorious "ideal" began to slowly transform.
Within the radiance, signs of decay appeared, hidden behind the brilliance lay a gruesoly visible tragedy.
Gradually, the luminous word "ideal" began to emit an ominous crimson light, blood trickling down the letters, accumulating into a scarlet lake, ultimately transforming into a Blood Sea.
The thick stench of blood mingled with misfortune, gradually drowning out the once brilliant "ideal".
Yu Ziqing continued watching, seeing before him a bloody history of ideal corruption.
Every evil dao practitioner who accepted the inheritance beca a page in this chronicle.
He felt he was about to unearth the end.
As the word "ideal" completely lost its brilliance and was subrged entirely by the Blood Sea.
Yu Ziqing felt, at that instant, everything around him changed.
Even if it still looked like a Blood Sea on the surface, it was no longer a part of the inheritance.
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