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Chapter 492: The Palm of Non-Being
Chapter 492: The Palm of Non-Being
A man like Xuan Qing would even face death with nonchalance and grace.
For instance, he could offer up the Hongmeng Purple Qi, which was his last resort for sustaining life, to bolster the foundation of the sect master's boundless Demon Emperor Palace.
Then, he could perish without a trace, leaving behind a legendary tale.
However, it seemed that the situation had changed, and he was now apprehensive that after his death, the sect master would erect a grand stele with flamboyant calligraphy.
Immortal Dragon.
From then on, countless disciples passing by the stele would curiously inquire about Immortal Dragon, and his story would be passed down through the ages...
Just thinking about it made Xuan Qing's body tense up, and he instinctively curled his toes.
Outside the Ancestral Hall.
Shen Yi glanced casually at his departing figure and shook his head. With a leisurely pace, he began to walk away.
It was good that Xuan Qing still felt shame; it meant he still cared about something, and so he could continue to endure and live on.
However, Xuan Qing's actions did surprise Shen Yi a little.
Logically, given his rapid breakthrough to the ninth layer of Returning Void and his complete mastery of the Celestial Palace in such a short time, he should have been proud of his exceptional performance.
Yet, instead of feeling hopeful about avenging his grudge, Elder Xuan Qing intended to end his own life.
This proved that despite Shen Yi's current achievements, he was still unqualified to hear Xuan Qing's story.
"Tsk."
Shen Yi headed towards the Law Collection Pavilion.
He couldn't quite understand why, even with Xuan Qing's resounding fame, as merely a disciple in the past, Bai Yujing's cultivation could attract such a formidable existence.
Even the Four Great Dragon Palaces of Hongze shouldn't be afraid to mention it, should they?
Anyway, regardless of who Elder Xuan Qing had offended.
He, Shen Yi, had truly formed an enmity with the South Dragon Palace.
Shen Yi was no longer the naive young monk who had just left Nanyang, ignorant of the ways of the world.
The fact that Su Hongxiu dared to enter the palace of the Flesh-Winged Silkworm so boldly, and that Ke Laqi's father never showed himself until the end, indicated that the Celestial Sword Sect had intervened.
They had most likely sought out the prince of the South Dragon Palace.
However, the matter was limited to the Dragon Emperor's mother clan, and they had not involved themselves further, suggesting that the Dragon Palace prince was still alive.
It was unclear, though, whether this ancient dragon knew that Shen Yi was the culprit.
Such a powerful demon should have the means to gather information... If it found out, things would become troublesome.
Shen Yi closed his eyes.
Within his sea of consciousness, another blood talisman appeared on Wu Jun's stone palm, which was firmly planted on the ground.
He let out a soft sigh.
It wasn't that he was afraid; he should have been used to such situations by now. Many debts were no cause for worry, and numerous mosquitoes didn't amount to a bite.
What troubled Shen Yi was that as the Dragon Palace grew more cautious and learned more about him, the risk of taking action in the future would increase exponentially.
Creak.
Shen Yi entered the Law Collection Pavilion and made his way to the top floor, slowly pushing open the wooden door.
He returned to the place surrounded by white mist.
"Xuan Qing has arrived. What law do you wish to learn today?"
The gentle voice was unchanged, and the white-haired old man sat cross-legged.
Shen Yi waved his hand in greeting.
Then, he summoned Ke Thirteen's stone palm and retrieved Ke Laqi's corpse from the ring.
Earlier, during his breakthrough, he had discovered something.
These two Dragon descendants didn't count as the same Stone Palm.
One was a Purple Pearl Yellow Dragon, and the other was a Flesh-Winged Yellow Dragon.
Of course, there was nothing strange about this, as their mother clans were different, and their bloodlines had indeed changed.
What truly surprised Shen Yi was that despite not being completely of the same clan, Ke Thirteen's stone palm could still absorb his seventh brother's flesh and blood.
"My lord..."
Ke Thirteen struggled to contain his excitement. Was it finally his turn?
Shen Yi retracted his gaze. To be honest, given Ke Laqi's performance, he was reluctant to give him a separate stone palm to reshape his demon soul. He lacked both strength and insight, and his advanced age meant that using the demon's lifespan would be a pure waste.
With a slight movement of his mind.
Ke Laqi's chest caved in, and his corpse turned into a sea of blood that flowed into Ke Thirteen's body.
Unlike before, about sixty percent of the flesh and blood merged into the stone palm, and the remaining blood plasma hovered in the air.
Shen Yi was slightly taken aback, but he soon summoned the Flesh-Winged Silkworm stone palm and poured the other forty percent into it.
The stronger the demon soul, the longer it could last during deduction.
[Remaining Demon Lifespan: 2,233,000 years]
"..."
Before Ke Thirteen could recover from the huge improvement in his realm, his face still flushed with joy, he was forcibly fed with demon origins.
His eyes widened as if he had guessed something. "My lord... I..."
There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
Oh no, I'm going to jail!
To put it simply, the demon origin was a spiritual tempering of 10,000 years, and the demon's innate quality and comprehension also affected how much effect this 10,000 years could achieve.
With just nineteen demon origins ingested.
On the panel, the suffix behind Ke Thirteen's name had risen all the way to the Spirit level.
Even if he broke through to the White Jade City in the future, it would be more than enough.
Shen Yi glanced sideways, casually recalled him into the panel, and then poured the vast demon lifespan into the Heaven-Derived Forty-Nine.
[In the first year, you and Ke Xuanjian began to try to deduce this spiritual law again. The two of you could be said to have a near-perfect understanding of the Heaven-Derived Forty-Nine, but wanting to touch the true endpoint, you were still clueless.]
Within the white mist.
Shen Yi's figure seemed to have turned into a sitting statue, and his clear eyes gradually became pitch-black as if they were shrouded by the night.
To deduce a spiritual law to perfection.
It was not just about hard work, but more about that moment of heavenly enlightenment.
Also known as enlightenment.
But Shen Yi didn't care. If there was no enlightenment, then he would just wait, stubbornly wait!
The consumption of the demon lifespan became more and more extravagant, from the initial decades that passed in an instant to now being calculated in units of tens of thousands of years.
Shen Yi had clearly only sat down for a while.
But the dryness and fatigue in his expression made it seem as if he had been sitting here for tens of thousands of years, and even his vitality was becoming more and more listless.
Only his eyes were becoming clearer.
In the pupils as dark as the night, stars seemed to twinkle.
[In the 320,000th year, under your diligent urging, Ke Xuanjian seemed to have gone crazy, frantically devouring the hard-won insights, sharing every insight with you, turning them into a starry sky.]
[In the 390,000th year, the two of you sat still, suddenly laughing wildly. You finally filled this sky, the Great Dao of Fifty, the Heaven-Derived Forty-Nine. With this starry sky, you obscured the one that escaped, and the Heaven-Derived Forty-Nine was finally complete. But it wasn't enough. You looked at each other, and the same extravagant idea appeared in your minds.]
[Return Void (Spirit). Heaven-Derived Forty-Nine: Perfection]
[In the 570,000th year, Ke Xuanjian leaped forward, facing the terrifying sky. He held a dragon spear and pushed away one star after another. He finally found the one that had escaped. He pounced on the only glimmer of life, and in an instant, the purple star dissipated, leaving only a gently swaying ink-colored robe. You glanced back slightly, covering it with your palm, and in the white palm of your hand, there appeared another sky.]
[Return Void (Spirit). Palm of Non-Being]
In the instant the panel's deduction stopped, a brilliant light flashed in Shen Yi's eyes.
His stiff body trembled slightly, and he raised his hand.
The blood talisman still lay in his palm, the patterns clear, seemingly unchanged from before.
But only Shen Yi, who had accompanied Ke Thirteen through so many years, understood what this hand meant.
Senior Xuan Qing was right.
The Heaven-Derived Forty-Nine was indeed a very stupid technique. Even if it reached perfection, it merely enumerated more variations to confuse the opponent.
But with their enlightenment.
Sudden enlightenment came.
Since no matter what, it was impossible to eliminate the one that escaped.
Instead of constantly adding variations to hide it, why not just take its place?
Palm of Non-Being.
Taking the place of heaven, executing the way of slaughter.
(End of Chapter)
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