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Chapter 492: Unborn Palm
Chapter 492: Unborn Palm
A figure like Xuan Qing should, even in death, meet his end with a carefree spirit.
For example, he could offer up the Primordial Purple Qi, which was his last resort to maintain his vitality, to the Boundless Demon Imperial Palace, adding to its grandeur.
Then, he could pass away without a trace, leaving behind a beautiful tale.
But now, it seemed like the situation had changed. He was a little afraid that after his death, the Zong Master would erect a large monument with his name written in bold strokes.
Dragon Slaying Daoist.
In the years to come, countless disciples passing by this monument would curiously ask about it, and the story of the Dragon Slaying Daoist would spread from mouth to mouth...
Just thinking about this, Xuan Qing's body tensed up, and his toes instinctively curled.
Outside the Ancestor Hall.
Shen Yi glanced at his back and shook her head. She walked away slowly.
It was good that he felt embarrassed, as it showed he still cared about something, and he could continue to endure and live on.
However, Xuan Qing's actions did surprise Shen Yi.
Logically speaking, his breakthrough to the Ninth Layer of Return to Void in such a short time, and his performance in the Heavenly Palace, should be considered excellent.
Yet, Senior Xuan Qing not only didn't feel hopeful about avenging his grudge, but he also planned to end his life.
This proved that no matter how well he performed now, he still wasn't qualified to hear the other's story.
"Tsk."
Shen Yi headed towards the Secret Law Pavilion.
He couldn't quite understand, even though Xuan Qing's reputation was renowned, he was, after all, once a Daoist Priest. With the cultivation of White Jade Capital, what kind of existence could he possibly provoke?
Even the Four Great Dragon Palaces of Hongze wouldn't dare to mention it, would they?
Anyway, regardless of who Senior Xuan Qing had provoked.
He was now truly at odds with the Southern Flood Dragon Palace.
Shen Yi was no longer the inexperienced junior cultivator who had just left Southern Yang.
For Su Hongxiu to dare to enter the Winged Silkworm's palace so boldly, and for Ko Lao Qi's father to not show up until the end, it was clear that the Heavenly Sword Sect had intervened.
Most likely, they had sought the help of the Southern Flood Dragon Palace's prince.
But the matter was limited to the Dragon Progeny's maternal clan and didn't involve much else, which suggested that the Dragon Palace Prince should still be alive.
The only uncertainty was whether this ancient dragon knew that Shen Yi was the one who had taken action.
A powerful demon like this should have a way to gather information... If it were to find out, then things would become troublesome.
Shen Yi closed his eyes.
In his Mind Sea, on Wu Jun's Foundation Stone, another Blood Talisman appeared on the palm of the stone.
He sighed softly, "..."
It wasn't that he was afraid of anything, as he should have been used to this by now. The more debts, the better, and many mosquitoes don't make a bite.
What troubled Shen Yi was that as the Dragon Palace's vigilance increased and their understanding of him deepened, the risks of taking action in the future would skyrocket.
The door creaked.
Shen Yi stepped into the Secret Law Pavilion, climbed to the top floor, and slowly opened the wooden door.
He returned to the place surrounded by white mist.
"Xuan Qing is here. What law do you wish to learn today?"
The gentle voice was the same as before, and the white-haired elder sat in meditation.
Shen Yi waved his hand in greeting.
He then took out Ke Shi San's Foundation Stone and the corpse of Ko Lao Qi from his finger ring.
During his breakthrough, he had discovered something.
These two Dragon Descendants could actually be considered separate Foundation Stones.
One was a Purple Pearl Yellow Dragon, and the other was a Winged Yellow Dragon.
Of course, this wasn't surprising, as their maternal clans were different, and their bloodlines had changed.
What truly astonished Shen Yi was that even though they weren't completely of the same clan, Ke Shi San's Foundation Stone could still absorb the blood and flesh of his seventh brother.
"My lord..."
Ke Shi San struggled to contain his excitement. Was it finally his turn?
Shen Yi retracted his gaze. To be honest, based on Ko Lao Qi's performance, he really didn't want to refine a separate Foundation Stone for him. He lacked strength and comprehension, and at his age, it would purely waste his demonic lifespan.
As his mind stirred slightly.
Ko Lao Qi's corpse, with its sunken chest, transformed into a blood sea and flowed into Ke Shi San's body.
Unlike before, after about sixty percent of the blood and flesh merged with the Foundation Stone, the remaining blood plasma hovered in the air.
Shen Yi was slightly startled, then he summoned the Winged Silkworm's Foundation Stone and poured the remaining forty percent into it.
It was indeed a very efficient use of resources.
As the two foundation stones finished distributing their benefits to Ke Lao Qi, Shen Yi observed Ke Shi San's gradually strengthening aura. Since he could grow, it was worth considering feeding him some demonic essence.
The stronger the demon soul, the longer it could endure during deductions.
【Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 223,300 years】
"..."
Before Ke Shi San could fully recover from the immense realm improvement, the intense joy still lingered on his face, but he was abruptly forced to consume the demonic essence.
He widened his eyes, as if he had guessed something: "My master... I..."
There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
Oh no, I'm going to jail!
The demonic essence was nothing more than a hundred thousand years of mental cultivation, and the demon's innate talent and enlightenment also influenced how effective this hundred thousand years would be.
Only nineteen pieces of demonic essence were consumed.
On the panel, Ke Shi San's name suffix rose all the way to the Spirit Rank.
Even if it was just for breaking through to the White Jade Capital, it would be enough.
Shen Yi glanced sideways and casually retrieved the panel, then the vast demonic lifespan was directly poured into the Heavenly Transformation Nine-Nine.
【In the first year, you and Ke Xuanjian began to attempt deductions of this spirit art again. Your understanding of the Heavenly Transformation Nine-Nine was nearly perfect, but to reach the true endpoint, you lacked any thoughts.】
Within the white mist.
Shen Yi's figure seemed to have transformed into a seated statue, and his clear eyes gradually became engulfed by the darkness of the night sky.
To deduce a single spirit art to perfection.
It wasn't just about hard work; it relied more on a fleeting glimpse of heavenly enlightenment.
This was what was known as enlightenment.
But Shen Yi didn't care; if there was no heavenly enlightenment, he would wait patiently, even stubbornly!
The loss of demonic lifespan became increasingly exaggerated, from a few decades in the blink of an eye to thousands of years.
Shen Yi had only sat for a short while.
But the withered and fatigued expression made it seem as if he had been sitting here for hundreds of thousands of years, and his vitality gradually faded.
Only his eyes gradually brightened.
In the pitch-black pupils, stars seemed to twinkle.
【In the 320,000th year, under your diligent supervision, Ke Xuanjian seemed to go crazy, frantically devouring the hard-earned insights, sharing every insight with you, transforming them into countless morning stars.】
【In the 390,000th year, the two of you sat motionless, suddenly bursting into wild laughter. You finally filled the sky with stars, the Great Dao's fifty, the Heavenly Transformation Nine-Nine. You used these countless stars to obscure the fleeing 'one,' and the Heavenly Transformation Nine-Nine was finally perfected, but it wasn't enough. You looked at each other, and the same exaggerated idea emerged in your minds.】
【Return to Void. Heavenly Transformation Nine-Nine: Perfection】
【In the 570,000th year, Ke Xuanjian leaped forward, facing the terrifying sky. He held the dragon lance and brushed aside one star after another. He finally found the fleeing 'one.' With all his might, he rushed towards the only trace of life, and in an instant, the purple star dissipated, leaving only the fluttering black shirt. You glanced back slightly, covering it with your palm, and within your fair palm was another sky canopy.】
【Return to Void. Unborn Palm】
In the instant the panel's deduction stopped, a flash of brilliance shot through Shen Yi's eyes.
His stiff body trembled slightly, and then he raised his hand.
The blood talisman still lay in his palm, its patterns clear, seemingly unchanged from before.
But only Shen Yi, who had accompanied Ke Shi San for so many years, knew what this hand truly meant.
Senior Xuan Qing was right.
The Heavenly Transformation Nine-Nine was indeed a very stupid technique; even when perfected, it only enumerated more variations to confuse opponents.
But under their moment of enlightenment.
Suddenly, they understood.
Since there was no way to eliminate the fleeing 'one.'
Instead of constantly adding variations to hide it, why not replace it with themselves?
Unborn Palm.
To act as Heaven's will and carry out the way of slaughter.
(End of Chapter)
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