Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8502: The start _1

Zhao Hai grinned while gazing at the thrilled assembly. He faced Wen Yuming and declared, "Wen Yuming, I'm about to enter closed-door cultivation shortly. Yet during my seclusion, I require you to handle one specific task. Dismantle every structure in the secret realm aside from the Sutra library. This compact city within the secret realm serves as a hub of traps. The resources comprising this city prove highly valuable. You have to demolish this city since we require these materials. We cannot remain here indefinitely. We must depart the secret realm, though prior to that, we need to exit. "We require a magical artifact capable of housing all of us, thus while I'm in seclusion, you must dismantle this city. Regarding your living arrangements, it doesn't matter to me. Anyway, no weather fluctuations occur here, so you'll manage even if seated on the earth. Still, this city demands demolition, though the type of expansive magical artifact to forge, I'll determine upon emerging from seclusion. Got it?"

Upon hearing Zhao Hai's words, Wen Yuming and his companions promptly yelled, "Yes, Sect Master, rest assured. We will assuredly dismantle the whole city prior to your exit from seclusion." Wen Yuming remained assured. They had previously studied the mechanism arts under Zhao Hai's guidance. Furthermore, they had trailed Zhao Hai in demolishing the city before reconstructing it. Thus, they viewed tearing it down once more as no great challenge.

Zhao Hai observed them and nodded, "Very well, that's decided. Chang Jun, I assign you a duty. Starting now, the Sutra Depository falls under management by you Island Lord experts. Your current task involves familiarizing yourself with the bloodsucker team members and the ghost wind team thoroughly, then selecting the ideal cultivation method for each from the Sutra Depository and having them practice it. Here's something for you. These contain various cultivation supplies, including pills essential for advancing to Island Lord level. I'll provide them the pills directly, but I won't permit unrestricted access to the Scripture library, particularly for the ghost wind team. It's not due to distrust in the ghost wind team, yet they've never encountered such an array of cultivation methods. Should they select independently, they could pick incorrectly. They'd favor those with immense might over those fitting them properly. Such an outcome would prove detrimental. Moreover, I fear they'll grab numerous cultivation methods, overwhelming themselves. That wouldn't benefit them at all. Their cultivation levels suffice, and experience abounds. Supplying them the perfect cultivation method and allowing focused practice surpasses letting them choose alone. Clear?"

Chang Jun responded at once, "Yes, Sect Master. I get it. Don't worry, Sect Master. I'll certainly pick the most fitting cultivation method for them." Chang Jun recognized the weight of this responsibility. Only a handful remained in the Blood Slaughter Sect. If these individuals selected improper cultivation techniques, stalling their advancement, it would represent a massive setback. Hence, this task held paramount significance.

Zhao Hai eyed Chang Jun and the rest, then stated, "These stand as the two primary matters presently. I hold no concerns for the Divine Arms Battalion. They're mastering the divine arms technique, so no worries there. Concerning other issues, we'll address them post-seclusion. Fine, commence preparations." The group swiftly acknowledged, then departed. Be it those from the Blood Slaughter Sect or the Ghostwind Bandits, all sensed newfound hope in their existence.

Zhao Hai merely cast them a look. Next, he sought a secluded spot and called forth the blood lotus. With a shift, he entered the blood lotus. Subsequently, the blood lotus gradually descended into the soil and vanished.

Nobody knew Zhao Hai's whereabouts, though all understood he had begun seclusion. As for his exact location, it held no importance to them. While Chang Jun and others harbored slight unease, the majority placed unwavering faith in Zhao Hai. They were certain he could ascend to Island Lord and prevail undefeated, for he was Zhao Hai—the foremost pro-disciple across the Blood Sea Realm.

Once inside the blood lotus, Zhao Hai promptly accessed the space. There, he waved his hand, materializing the old master corpse demon’s severed finger in his grasp. A translucent layer enveloped the finger, adorned with flowing golden runes that confined the energy within. Yet Zhao Hai recognized the moment for release had arrived. He required the potency sealed inside this finger. His aim was to advance to Island Lord level. Upon reaching Island Lord, armed with the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag, the God-Slaying Saber, and the Flexible Sword, he could traverse the Blood Sea Realm freely. Additionally, he trusted that throughout the Blood Sea Realm, barring a scant few pinnacle experts, no one daunted him. Against any foe, he possessed the strength to contend.

After examining the finger briefly, Zhao Hai drew a deep breath and swept his hand over it. With that motion, the runes faded from the finger, unleashing a formidable surge of energy and deathly aura. Zhao Hai sensed his vitality swiftly draining, while a space notification resounded simultaneously.

"Hostile program detected. Hostile soul imprint detected. Initiating removal: erasing soul imprint. Removal failed. Removal failed. Initiating removal: erasing soul imprint. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Initiating removal: erasing soul imprint. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed…" Zhao Hai froze as the alerts repeated dozens of times. Concurrently, he discerned the anomaly in the space's alerts. Should the finger merely harbor a fragment of divine sense, the space would declare merely an elimination process, not a soul imprint. But now, with a soul imprint present, it signified the finger bore not just the opponent's divine sense, but their soul imprint too. Thus, the finger's owner had truly attained blood rebirth stage. Given ample time and a nurturing soul environment, its destruction would prove impossible. It would gradually evolve into a fresh forefather corpse demon.

For the first time, Zhao Hai faced such a foe. Though he had glimpsed similar concepts in the lower realms—tales of rebirth from a single drop of blood—the flying chiliocosm's application seemed to have nullified that power. Zhao Hai affirmed that the lower realm's blood drop rebirth wasn't authentic. Conversely, this finger embodied genuine blood rebirth. Even within the spatial realm, the space failed to eradicate its soul mark. This constituted true blood rebirth.

Nevertheless, Zhao Hai refused to yield. He swiftly formed hand seals and bellowed, "Forward!" As he uttered it, his hand shaped the sun seal. An intricate, circular seal abruptly launched from his palm, striking the finger squarely.

Myriad strands of black Qi erupted on the finger, clashing against the seal. At that instant, the space's killing energy joined the fray. Caught between the dual assaults, the black Qi on the finger ultimately faltered. It gradually dissipated and vanished entirely.

Right as the black Qi fully evaporated, the space's voice announced, "Hostile program removal complete. Hostile soul imprint obliteration complete. High-level death energy carrier identified. Extracting energy. Energy integrated into space. Energy transferred to host!" With the proclamation, a ashen energy streamed into Zhao Hai’s body. He felt his dharmic powers swell mightily. Recognizing the opportune moment, he shut his eyes, regulated the dharmic powers within, and attuned to the surging force.

This constituted death energy—a profoundly potent death energy—yet curiously, a sliver of vitality laced it. Akin to Yin and Yang principles, where extreme Yin births Yang and extreme Yang spawns Yin, with mutual generation and restraint. So too with life and death: they form the dual facets of existence. Where life exists, death follows. The same holds for energies. This death energy retained a vital spark; without it, the ancestor of the corpse demon sect couldn't persist. Pure death energy would signify demise. Thus, life and death intertwined inseparably.

The instant this realization dawned, Zhao Hai experienced a thunderous boom within. Transformations stirred in his body. His self-Dao dharmic powers evolved, and his Dharma form shifted. Crucially, the heaven and earth talisman at his brow soared forth, hovering and rotating overhead. Simultaneously, myriad principles—of life and death, Yin and Yang, and the cosmos—unfolded vividly in his consciousness. Enlightenment washed over him. Prior insights linked seamlessly, elevating his grasp of heavenly truths. Concurrently, fresh insights illuminated his Golden Lotus Hands Sutra transformation. He perceived the Buddha within his dharmic power sprouting innumerable hands. The foremost among them practiced myriad skills. Countless techniques manifested through the Buddha. Zhao Hai swiftly captivated by the display, scrutinized each one meticulously.

With every hand demonstrating a technique, his comprehension of it deepened profoundly. Upon full mastery, the technique morphed into a rune, embedding itself into the center of the Grand Buddha’s gently clasped palms.

As runes accumulated progressively, a rune gradually manifested upon the Buddha’s hands, expanding and perfecting itself. Once the divine design technique, the Golden Lotus nine transformations scroll, and every known cultivation method converted to runes, the rune between the Buddha’s palms achieved wholeness. This flawless rune was none other than the heaven and earth rune Zhao Hai had acquired.