The clone Li Ping clearly saw that the arms torn to shreds by Master Yin's teeth showed no blood flowing out.
Instead, they were full of black pus.
Within the pus, countless tiny tentacle-like faces in agony emitted sharp, eerie wails. Yet Master Yin ignored them completely and swallowed them down directly.
Puff...
Master Yin's skin seed to be sliced open by a sharp knife, and those tentacles he had swallowed into his belly drilled out from his body once more.
But this ti, all the faces had transford into Master Yin's own likeness!
Li Ping hid in a corner of this mutated space, quietly observing the changes in the field.
On the surface, it looked like Master Yin's mad, cannibalistic frenzy.
In truth, it was the fusion and collision of laws from different remnant worlds.
However, unlike the carefully selected laws from the Abyss that were ant to be integrated into the Xuanhuang Realm, what was happening here...
Was chaos, disorder, and destruction.
It was like being thrown into a garbage heap, where they frantically turned on each other for even the slightest chance of survival.
The struggle among the world spectres did not last long.
Perhaps because this realm was not the native Xuanhuang Realm, or perhaps due to the protection of the Great Qi Holy Dynasty's fortune, the phantoms that had descended were far weaker than Master Yin.
After he swallowed all the arms scattered across the ground into his belly,
The cracks across his body slowly began to heal.
“It has been a long ti since I last enjoyed such a delicacy; I truly missed it a little.”
Master Yin's voice was no longer the previous bizarre dual tone but had returned to a normal human voice.
However, the aura he inadvertently emanated made Li Ping, who now possessed perfected Soul Transformation battle prowess, feel as if thorns pricked his back, secretly chilled to the bone.
Master Yin harbored no hostility, though. After resolving the hidden threat of the phantoms, he directly began cultivating [Foundation Built Upon Oneself].
Li Ping narrowed his eyes. In his view, the law fluctuations around Master Yin were rapidly diminishing.
They did not vanish inexplicably but were slowly drawn into Master Yin's body.
Master Yin's figure shifted like a veil of smoke, unstable and changeable. Those faces he had absorbed reappeared on his skin's surface.
Terror wandered endlessly across them as they struggled to break free from his body.
It looked as if Master Yin's body had simultaneously sprouted over a hundred fleshy tumors ready to burst at any mont. Grotesque and terrifying.
But Master Yin remained utterly resolute.
He sat in quiet ditation, showing no trace of panic.
Gradually, those faces seed pulled by so force, retreating back into his body.
One by one, the tumors vanished, and Master Yin's appearance gradually returned to normal.
When the overflowing law aura that Li Ping sensed completely disappeared, Master Yin suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze was unlike the previous madness and obsession; now it was like a deep pool, clear and serene.
“With as Foundation.” He looked at his own hands, lost in a daze.
"How does it feel?" Li Ping asked.
Master Yin did not answer. Instead, he pointed directly at Li Ping.
Boom!
Nine golden dragons suddenly appeared, roaring as they coiled protectively around Li Ping.
Beneath Li Ping's feet, a quagmire had appeared at so unknown ti.
Li Ping's entire body was being silently swallowed by the quagmire.
In Li Ping's perception, the overall fortune of the Great Qi Holy Dynasty was now like a vessel pricked with a small hole: it was steadily leaking away.
Although the rate of fortune's loss was slow, he could not find a way to plug it for the mont.
The golden dragons spiraled around him, releasing a protective glow that shielded Li Ping above the quagmire.
He did not counterattack. Instead, he clicked his tongue in admiration: "What fine thods, sir."
With a wave of his hand, Master Yin made the quagmire beneath Li Ping's feet vanish instantly: "This is the world's most vicious curse of resentnt when it is on the verge of death."
"If it were in the past, manifesting such a curse of resentnt would affect greatly. At the very least, I would spend the next half year in a muddled state of mind. But now..."
Master Yin held his finger up before his eyes.
At his fingertip, the quagmire suddenly reappeared.
It was firmly bound, writhing only within the confines of his index finger.
"Everything within my body is the foundation of my cultivation."
"Acting on my will, a single thought suffices." Master Yin murmured.
Next, Master Yin explained in detail to Li Ping his experiences after building his foundation with himself, as well as his understanding of the path of the "New New thod."
"The New thod of the Immortal Ancestor is, in truth, an inexplicable shackle imposed upon the entire world's practitioners on top of the existing cultivation system. Once you cultivate, this shackle becos part of you. And all the bottlenecks ahead on the path of cultivation have been hollowed out with holes of specific shapes."
"Only by wearing the shackle and conforming to those specific shapes can you pass through."
As Master Yin spoke, characters materialized in the air before him, spontaneously gathering and recording.
"And the path of the new thod with foundation built upon oneself is to integrate this shackle imposed upon oneself into one's own body!"
"On the bottlenecks ahead, no matter the difficulty, you can adapt and transform with your own self..."
Master Yin described it in great detail, and Li Ping listened with utmost seriousness.
"For instance, if you also wish to cultivate 'Foundation Built Upon Oneself,' then you would probably need to refine and absorb this entire dynasty into your body..." he suddenly said.
Li Ping pondered for a mont, gaining so insight: "If that is the case, I fear my Heavenly Emperor Qi Classic, as well as the billions of subjects of Great Qi, will all be frozen at the instant of my absorption."
"With Foundation Built Upon Oneself buries all one's past achievents and paves an infinite path into the future..."
Master Yin clapped his hands in praise: "Precisely so!"
The characters before him finally took form, condensing into a thin booklet. Master Yin held this compendium of insights in his hand, his face alight with joy.
Even though it was his own summary, one he knew as intimately as possible, Master Yin still flipped through it delightedly several tis.
But when he looked at the blank pages that followed, a troubled expression crossed his face.
"Primordial Golden Core. What is Primordial?"
...
Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, Alliance Headquarters.
Ever since Yan Huan had left, no other outsider had entered the Derivation Law Space.
Evidently, the impact of the last vicious curse attack had not yet faded, and Yan Huan's previous visit had been a special exception.
Five hundred years of guardianship were not so easily passed.
Thus, Guardian Elders Zhang Xu and Hua Yueye each had their own supre skills for whiling away the ti.
Zhang Xu had evolved an ordinary mortal world within his sea of consciousness.
He then sealed off a strand of his awareness from his senses and imrsed it within, to experience the vicissitudes of countless wondrous lives in reincarnation.
As for Hua Yueye, he had split off another self.
The "two" of them sat and discussed the Dao, sparring with each other.
No one understood oneself better than oneself, so their minds were in perfect harmony: what joy.
As for Li Fan, he did not indulge in such elaborate pastis.
While studying the latest formation derivations from the Final Dissociation Disc, he also oversaw the experiences surrounding the Holy Embryo and his clone.
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