My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1155: Burying the Old, Opening a New Path
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
The clone of Li Ping distinctly observed that the arms ripped apart by Master Yin's fangs had no trace of blood spilling forth.
Rather, they oozed with thick black pus.
From within that pus, innumerable minuscule tentacle-shaped faces twisted in torment, issuing piercing, ghostly cries. Yet Master Yin paid them no heed and devoured them straight away.
Puff...
It was as if an invisible blade had slashed Master Yin's skin, causing the ingested tentacles to burrow out from his flesh yet again.
However, on this occasion, every one of those faces had morphed into replicas of Master Yin himself!
Concealed in a shadowy nook of this warped dimension, Li Ping silently watched the unfolding transformations.
Outwardly, it appeared as Master Yin's frenzied bout of savage devouring.
In reality, it represented the clashing merger of laws originating from diverse shattered realms.
However, in stark contrast to the meticulously chosen laws from the Abyss designed for assimilation into the Xuanhuang Realm, the scene here...Embodied utter turmoil, anarchy, and ruin.
It resembled a chaotic dump where refuse viciously clawed at one another for the faintest hope of endurance.
The conflict among the world spectres concluded swiftly.
Maybe because this domain wasn't the true Xuanhuang Realm, or thanks to the safeguarding fortune of the Great Qi Holy Dynasty, the invading phantoms proved far inferior to Master Yin in strength.
Once he had gulped down every severed arm littering the ground into his abdomen,
The fissures marring his form gradually mended themselves.
“It has been ages since I savored such a treat; I did miss it somewhat.”
The voice of Master Yin shed its earlier eerie dual timbre, reverting to an ordinary human cadence.
Nevertheless, the aura he casually exuded sent chills down the spine of Li Ping, now boasting perfected Soul Transformation prowess, like needles jabbing into his back.
Master Yin bore no ill intent, however. Having neutralized the lurking danger from the phantoms, he promptly commenced his practice of [Foundation Built Upon Oneself].
Li Ping's eyes narrowed. Through his perception, the law undulations encircling Master Yin swiftly receded.
These did not dissolve without reason but were methodically absorbed into Master Yin's frame.
Master Yin's silhouette wavered like drifting mist, fluctuating and elusive. The faces he had taken in resurfaced upon his epidermis.
Dread roamed ceaselessly over their features as they thrashed to escape his confines.
His body seemed to erupt with more than a hundred pulsating, grotesque lumps poised to explode. Hideous and horrifying.
Yet Master Yin stayed utterly steadfast.
He meditated in stillness, betraying not a hint of alarm.
Slowly, an unseen pull drew those faces inward once more.
The lumps receded one after another, restoring Master Yin's visage to its usual state bit by bit.
Once the surplus law essence that Li Ping detected had fully dissipated, Master Yin abruptly unveiled his eyes.
His stare diverged from the prior frenzy and fixation; it now resembled a tranquil abyss, limpid and calm.
“With Me as Foundation.” He examined his palms, momentarily entranced.
"How does it feel?" Li Ping inquired.
Master Yin offered no reply. He simply directed a finger toward Li Ping.
Boom!
Nine majestic golden dragons materialized in an instant, bellowing as they encircled Li Ping in a defensive coil.
Underfoot for Li Ping, a treacherous mire had stealthily formed at some point.
His whole form was quietly engulfed by the insidious swamp.
In Li Ping's mind, the Great Qi Holy Dynasty's collective fortune resembled a container with a tiny puncture: fortune drained away relentlessly.
Though the depletion pace was gradual, he couldn't devise a means to seal it just yet.
The golden dragons whirled about him, emanating a shielding radiance that preserved Li Ping above the mire's grasp.
He refrained from striking back. Instead, he let out a sigh of wonder: "Such exquisite techniques, sir."
With a casual flick, Master Yin erased the mire swallowing Li Ping's stance: "This stands as the realm's deadliest dying curse of resentment."
"Back in the day, unleashing such a curse would have drained me profoundly. For at least half a year afterward, my thoughts would wander in haze. But today..."
Master Yin raised his digit to inspect it closely.
Upon its tip, the mire reemerged abruptly.
It remained tightly constrained, squirming solely within the bounds of his forefinger.
"All within my being forms the bedrock of my path."
"Guided by my intent, one mere notion commands it." Master Yin whispered.
Afterward, Master Yin shared with Li Ping a thorough account of his insights following the self-foundation breakthrough, along with his grasp of the "New New Method" path.
"The Immortal Ancestor's New Method essentially layers an enigmatic restraint over every cultivator atop the standard system. Upon embarking on cultivation, this restraint embeds itself within you. Moreover, every future bottleneck on the cultivation road has been pierced with custom voids."
"You advance solely by donning the restraint and aligning with those precise forms."
As Master Yin expounded, luminous glyphs coalesced in the surrounding air, assembling and etching his words autonomously.
"While the new method of self-foundation weaves this imposed restraint into your very essence!"
"Against forthcoming bottlenecks, regardless of their severity, you mold and evolve with your own form..."
Master Yin elaborated extensively, and Li Ping absorbed every word with grave focus.
"Take yourself, for example—if you sought to pursue 'Foundation Built Upon Oneself,' you'd likely have to assimilate this vast dynasty wholly into yourself..." he remarked abruptly.
Li Ping mulled it over briefly, attaining a spark of clarity: "In that event, my Heavenly Emperor Qi Classic, together with Great Qi's billions of citizens, would all halt at the precise moment of ingestion."
"Foundation Built Upon Oneself inters one's former glories and forges an endless avenue ahead..."
Master Yin struck his palms together approvingly: "Exactly right!"
The airborne glyphs at last solidified, forming a slender manual. Master Yin grasped this treasury of revelations, his expression beaming with delight.
Despite it being his personal distillation, one he comprehended profoundly, Master Yin eagerly leafed through its pages repeatedly.
Yet upon eyeing the ensuing empty leaves, a frown creased his brow.
"Primordial Golden Core. What defines Primordial?"
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Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, Alliance Headquarters.
Since Yan Huan's departure, no further intruders had accessed the Derivation Law Space.
Clearly, the scars from the prior ferocious curse onslaught lingered, rendering Yan Huan's earlier entry a rare allowance.
The burden of five centuries as guardians wasn't lightly shrugged off.
Consequently, Guardian Elders Zhang Xu and Hua Yueye had devised their unique supreme arts for passing the hours.
Within Zhang Xu's sea of consciousness lay a nurtured mundane mortal realm.
He isolated a thread of his consciousness from perception and plunged it in, relishing the ebb and flow of myriad extraordinary existences through endless cycles.
Hua Yueye, meanwhile, had bifurcated his being into another version.
The "pair" engaged in Dao discourse and mock combats together.
None grasps the self like the self, ensuring flawless synergy: pure bliss.
Li Fan, by contrast, shunned such intricate amusements.
While delving into the freshest array evolutions from the Final Dissociation Disc, he simultaneously monitored the developments of the Holy Embryo and his clone.