Avatar Li Ping could see clearly that no blood flowed from the arms torn to shreds by Master Yin's teeth.
Instead, there was only black pus.
Within the pus, agonizing faces resembling tiny tentacles let out piercing, bloodcurdling wails. Yet Master Yin paid them no heed, swallowing them down whole.
Pfft...
Master Yin's skin seemed to be slit open by a razor-sharp blade, and the tentacles he had swallowed burrowed back out of his body.
Only this time, every single face had transformed into the likeness of Master Yin!
Li Ping hid in the corner of this mutated space, quietly watching the changes unfold in the area.
On the surface, it appeared to be Master Yin's maddened cannibalistic rampage.
In truth, it was the blending and collision of the laws of different remnant worlds.
However, unlike the process of law fusion in the Chizha Abyss, what had been in the abyss were carefully selected portions intended for integration into the Xuanhuang Realm.
Whereas here...
It was chaotic, disorderly, and ruinous.
Like scraps tossed into a garbage heap, slaughtering one another in madness for the slimmest chance of survival.
The clash among the world specters did not last long.
Perhaps because this realm did not lie within the Xuanhuang Realm proper, or perhaps due to the shelter of the Great Qi Sacred Dynasty's providence, the descending specters were far weaker than Master Yin in strength.
After all the severed arms littering the ground were swallowed into his belly, the cracked surface of his body gradually began to heal.
"It has been so long since I savored such a delicacy. I truly missed it."
Master Yin's voice was no longer that bizarre dual tone from before; it had returned to a normal human voice.
Yet the aura he inadvertently emanated gave Li Ping, who already possessed the combat strength of the Soul Formation culmination, chills down his back, filling him with inward dread.
Master Yin showed no hostility, however. Having resolved the lingering threat of the specters, he directly began cultivating the method of establishing the foundation with oneself.
Li Ping narrowed his eyes. From his perspective, the fluctuations of laws around Master Yin were rapidly diminishing.
They had not vanished into thin air, but were slowly being absorbed into Master Yin's body.
Master Yin's form shifted unpredictably, like a shroud of smoke. Faces he had previously absorbed reappeared on the surface of his skin.
In terrified frenzy, they wriggled and struggled, desperate to burst from his flesh.
To the eye, it seemed as if hundreds of sarcomas on the verge of bursting had simultaneously bulged across Master Yin's body, grotesque and terrifying.
Yet Master Yin remained completely resolute.
He sat quietly in meditation, showing not the slightest panic.
Gradually, those faces seemed to be pulled back into his body by some unseen force.
One by one, the sarcomas vanished, and Master Yin's appearance steadily returned to normal.
When the overflowing aura of laws Li Ping sensed disappeared completely, Master Yin suddenly snapped his eyes open.
Unlike his past madness and obsession, his gaze was now like a deep pool, clear and tranquil.
"Establishing the foundation with oneself." He looked down at his hands, lost in dazed contemplation.
"How does it feel?" Li Ping asked.
Master Yin did not answer, but pointed directly at Li Ping.
Boom!
Nine golden dragons materialized abruptly, roaring as they formed a protective barrier around Li Ping.
Beneath Li Ping's feet, a quagmire had appeared at some unknown moment.
Li Ping's entire body was being swallowed by the quagmire without a sound.
And to Li Ping's senses, the overall providence of the Great Qi Sacred Dynasty felt as if it had been punctured by a tiny hole, continually leaking away.
Although the rate of providence loss was very slow, he could not find a way to plug it for the moment.
The golden dragons coiled, emitting protective light that shielded Li Ping above the mire.
He did not counterattack, but clicked his tongue in admiration. "Fine methods, Master."
Master Yin waved his hand, and the mire beneath Li Ping's feet vanished instantly. "This is the most vicious curse and resentment born of a dying world."
"In the past, if I wished to manifest this cursed resentment, I would have suffered a tremendous backlash myself, falling into madness and delirium for at least half a year. But now..."
Master Yin held his finger before his eyes.
At the tip of his finger, that quagmire suddenly resurfaced.
Yet it was firmly constrained, swirling solely within the bounds of his index finger.
"Everything within the body serves as the foundation of cultivation."
"As one pleases, arriving with a single thought," Master Yin murmured.
Next, Master Yin explained in detail to Li Ping his sensations after establishing the foundation with oneself, as well as his understanding of the path of the "new new method."
"The Dharma-Transmitting Heavenly Venerable's new method essentially clamped an inexplicable shackle onto everyone in the world on top of the original cultivation system. As long as you cultivate, this shackle becomes part of you. And all the bottlenecks on the road of cultivation ahead have had holes hollowed out in specific shapes."
"Only by wearing the shackle and conforming to the specific shape can one pass through."
As Master Yin spoke, characters appeared out of thin air before him, spontaneously gathering and recording his words.
"Yet the new method's path of establishing the foundation with oneself is to assimilate this imposed shackle into one's own being!"
"Whatever obstacles lie ahead, you can adapt to them through your own transformations..."
Master Yin described it with great precision, and Li Ping listened with equal intent.
"For instance, if you also wish to cultivate 'establishing the foundation with oneself,' you would likely have to refine and absorb this entire dynasty into your body..." he suddenly said.
Li Ping pondered for a moment, then seemed to reach an understanding. "If so, I fear my Heavenly Emperor's Qi Canon and the hundreds of millions of subjects of Great Qi would all be frozen at the exact moment I absorbed them."
"Establishing the foundation with oneself, burying all of one's past to achieve an infinite road toward the future..."
Master Yin clapped his hands in praise. "Precisely!"
The characters before him finally coalesced into a thin booklet. Holding this record of insights in his hands, Master Yin wore a look of immense delight.
Even though these were insights he had summarized himself and knew inside and out, Master Yin still flipped through them several times, filled with joy.
Yet looking at the blank pages that followed, a look of difficulty crept onto his face.
"Hunyuan Golden Core. What is Hunyuan?"
...
Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals, Alliance Headquarters.
Ever since Yan Huan departed, not a single outsider had come to the Method Derivation Space.
Evidently, the fallout from the previous evil curse attack had not yet cleared, and Yan Huan's arrival last time had merely been a special exception.
Five hundred years of garrison duty was not easy to pass.
Thus, both Garrison Elders, Zhang Xu and Hua Yueye, had their own supreme arts to whittle away the time.
Zhang Xu had derived a mortal world within his sea of consciousness.
He then sealed off the perceptions of a wisp of his consciousness and cast it within, experiencing all manner of splendid lives through cycles of reincarnation.
Hua Yueye, on the other hand, had split off another self.
The "two" would Sit and Debate the Dao, sparring with one another.
No one understood oneself better than oneself, so their minds resonated in perfect harmony, bringing immense delight.
As for Li Fan, he did not indulge in such fancy tricks.
While studying the Terminal Dissociation Disc's latest array derivation results, he kept watch over the experiences surrounding his sacred embryo and avatar.
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