"A supreme secret art?"
Young Lord Shang was somewhat dismissive when he first heard those words.
After all, given his status, he had even entered the treasury left behind by the Dharma-Transmitting Heavenly Venerable back in the day.
Even in there, no divine ability or secret art dared boast the title of "supreme."
*His strength may be great, but his foundation is a bit shallow after all,* Young Lord Shang thought to himself.
Yet after reading just two or three sentences of the text sent over, his expression suddenly shifted, turning grave in an instant.
And by the time he had read halfway through, his mind was roaring like thunder; he was completely stunned on the spot.
"Though enduring ten thousand tribulations, the mind remains unchanged. This..."
Though he did not know the name of this secret art, without a doubt, it was a true mystic art far surpassing every method he currently knew.
It truly lived up to the word "supreme"!
What shocked Young Lord Shang even more was that a secret art capable of inciting countless bloody slaughters if revealed in the Xuanhuang Realm had been tossed to him so casually!
As if it were nothing more than an easily acquired Foundation Establishment cultivation technique!
"Just who...?"
Young Lord Shang snapped his head up to look at Li Fan, who was diligently cleansing the pustules of the abyss along the way, his heart filled with inexplicable awe.
Yet Li Fan showed no intention of explaining his identity, and Young Lord Shang did not dare press the matter.
He could only follow obediently behind, quietly beginning to cultivate that supreme technique.
The technique was serene, harmonious, vast, and upright.
There was no need to worry about any hidden traps within it.
And Young Lord Shang soon truly felt its immense power.
In the dark abyss, countless dark red "vessels and veins" suddenly lit up.
Flickering between light and shadow, they resembled rolling wildfires.
Along with the emergence of these bloody lights, the interior of the abyss seemed to contract abruptly.
Space was squeezed, and an indescribable sound of ruin from times immemorial spread outward from those abruptly extinguishing bloody lights.
Illusions immediately swarmed before Young Lord Shang's eyes.
He seemed to see world after world meeting catastrophic destruction.
Cultivators wailed in despair.
Even heaven and earth itself had reached its end.
Across the vault of heaven, countless black fissures dismembered the sky.
The earth cracked open, scarlet magma surging forth from the abyss.
Countless fireballs rained down, stirring up towering blazes.
A ghostly blue wind swept past, freezing all things in the world in ice.
...
Scenes of apocalypse played out one after another in Young Lord Shang's mind.
Proud as he was of being a favored child of heaven, confronted by such immersive and horrific scenes, his body could not help but tremble, overwhelmed by profound dread.
However, unlike before...
As the supreme secret art began circulating on its own, an intensely frigid aura instantly swept through his entire body.
Young Lord Shang broke free from the boundless fear.
Though those apocalyptic illusions remained vivid before him, his mind was pure and tranquil.
Free of sorrow, free of dread.
Like a passerby watching with cold detachment.
"Though enduring hundreds of millions of tribulations, the mind never perishes."
"This... this truly is a supreme divine technique..."
Young Lord Shang's state of mind at this moment was rather peculiar.
With the technique's blessing, even though this was a momentous blessing, his emotions remained completely unrippled.
Yet toward Li Fan, who had imparted such a divine technique to him, doubts multiplied in his mind.
"In the entire Xuanhuang Realm, there are scarcely any places that could possess a legacy of secret arts of this level."
"He is neither from our Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals nor from the Five Elders Association. Could he be from another ruined cultivation world?"
Young Lord Shang knew that there were refugees from other worlds within the Xuanhuang Realm. It was just that these people often hid very deeply, to the point that even the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals could not fully account for them.
"What is his true purpose in coming to the Chizha Abyss?"
Assisting Li Fan in suppressing and destroying the demonic sounds, Young Lord Shang pondered.
The outbursts of demonic sounds in the Chizha Abyss were not continuous.
After enduring a demonic sound tide, the interior of the abyss fell quiet once more.
And within the gloom, Li Fan and Young Lord Shang discovered certain remnants left behind by the demonic sound tide.
They resembled the previous ashen substance, yet lacked that evil, twisted, corrosive aura.
"Does the Young Lord know what this is?" Li Fan asked suddenly.
Young Lord Shang examined it for a moment and shook his head slightly.
"These are remnants from the blending of different worlds."
"Earlier, you mentioned that the abyssal demonic sounds were the twisted Dao of ruined worlds. In truth, that is not so."
"The Xuanhuang Realm is a complete, magnificent, flourishing cultivation world. How could it be easily corroded by other ruined cultivation worlds? Even if the ruined Daos of other worlds were present, they would never manifest as demonic sounds of such scale."
"The key lies here, within this wound of the Xuanhuang Realm—the juncture where the Dao of ruined worlds connects with the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao."
Li Fan explained to Young Lord Shang while observing the interior of the Chizha Abyss.
"The laws of the ruined worlds are converted into the laws of the Xuanhuang Realm itself."
"Just like drawing blood from one body and transfusing it into another. Here, two different Heavenly Daos clash. The Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao naturally emerges completely victorious, but..."
Li Fan abruptly fell silent.
There was half a sentence he left unsaid.
*The very nature of the Heavenly Dao is also being subtly altered in the process.*
*Is this the handiwork of the Heavenly Physician?*
*Dismembering world fragments, grafting and stitching them together. Channelling the old worlds' Heavenly Daos to imperceptibly transform the nature of the Heavenly Dao, minimizing the side effects of fusion...*
Li Fan seemed to see countless places like the Chizha Abyss deep within the White Mist Barrier scattered across the Xuanhuang Realm.
Under their collective reshaping, the Xuanhuang Realm was undergoing a quiet, bit-by-bit metamorphosis.
*A magnificent and precise surgical operation,* Li Fan could not help admiring in his heart.
Without the *Mending the Heavens Record* bestowed by the Heavenly Physician, even if Li Fan cultivated to the Dao Integration or Longevity realm, he likely would never have possessed the ability to perceive what was happening to the Xuanhuang Realm.
Just like Young Lord Shang now, who, even after Li Fan's hints, still failed to grasp the hidden truth for the moment.
*To test them in this life, I cannot be timid.*
*Since I have come here, I might as well destroy one site first and see how they react.*
Li Fan's eyes flickered.
Behind him, thousands of sword shadows emerged. He accelerated abruptly, plunging toward the depths of the abyss.
Young Lord Shang, who had been lost in thought, hurriedly caught up.
The deeper they went, the shallower the degree of interweaving and fusion between the laws of different worlds became.
The collision of Heavenly Daos—even between worlds that had already perished—was not something ordinary cultivators could endure.
Violent, chaotic ripples swept through the darkness like gale winds.
At the Dao Integration realm, Young Lord Shang even felt that the anima of Heaven and Earth he had refined was in danger of being disintegrated.
*Even a Dao Integration cultivator is like a skiff in the rain or a candle in the wind here, unable to keep control.*
Young Lord Shang looked at Li Fan once more, his heart filled with bewilderment.
Clearly, the other man's cultivation realm was lower than his own, yet amid the ripples created by the collision of different worldly laws, he remained completely calm and unhurried.
*Just what realm is he at?*
Chapter 1150