Chapter 1144: Rebuilding the Foundation Change

Chapter 1154: Changes in Re-establishing Foundation

“Isn’t doing this a bit wasteful?” Shang Shaojun secretly asked Li Fan via spiritual transmission, in front of his confidant Yan Huan.

Seeing Li Fan’s knowing smile, Shang Shaojun felt a little awkward himself. He lightly coughed to cover his embarrassment.

“The name ‘Immortal Heart Incantation’ is too ostentatious. You can change it to a more common name before teaching it,” Li Fan reminded him.

Recalling the cultivation technique deduced by Yan Fajue earlier, Shang Shaojun said to Yan Huan, “This is the ‘Heart Forging Art,’ passed down by this senior. It can protect you from demonic sound erosion. Distribute it throughout the entire army as quickly as possible; ensure everyone learns it.”

The name ‘Heart Forging Art’ was so ordinary that Yan Huan didn’t show much surprise upon hearing Shang Shaojun’s words. He merely bowed in acceptance and immediately began practicing it.

“To possess such a secret art yet remain unaware of its value, it truly is…” Shang Shaojun sighed with emotion as he watched Yan Huan’s retreating back.

“If they knew the true value of this secret art, they might become overly anxious about gains and losses, making it difficult to learn,” Li Fan said.

“The million-strong Green Profound Army, although I have ordered strict prohibitions against its unauthorized dissemination, the leakage of the Immortal Heart Incantation is probably unavoidable. Are you not worried, fellow Daoist?” Shang Shaojun looked at Li Fan, completely perplexed.

Shang Shaojun simply couldn’t fathom Li Fan’s series of actions since arriving at the Eternal Immortal Fortress. It wasn’t for fame, nor for profit.

“Xuanhuang cultivators hoard their knowledge. Although it’s influenced by the principle that ‘cultivation methods cannot be practiced together,’ unknowingly, the cultivators’ internal understanding has changed.”

“During the era of the ancient cultivation world, the grand scene of people discussing the Dao and exchanging knowledge with each other is no longer seen.”

“I really dislike that,” the Saint Embryo Li Fan said calmly. Combined with his actions in front of outsiders, he truly exuded an otherworldly, transcendent, and unrestrained aura.

“Let it spread. As long as it aligns with my will, what does it matter if it’s an immortal art?”

Shang Shaojun gazed at Li Fan’s figure, somewhat lost in thought. Such boldness was truly rare in the world.

Being with such a person, Shang Shaojun even felt himself becoming filled with heroic spirit.

With all matters concerning the Eternal Immortal Fortress settled, there were no more lingering concerns.

Shang Shaojun and Li Fan stood outside the Eternal Immortal Fortress, gazing at the vast white mist.

“Where do we go next?”

Having inexplicably taken on the burden of ‘saving the Xuanhuang World,’ Shang Shaojun still felt somewhat bewildered now that they were truly about to depart.

However, things had reached this point, and he had no room to back out.

Shang Shaojun glanced at Li Fan beside him. He was certain that if he were to go back on his word now, the other party would undoubtedly strike him down with a sword.

“The safety of Xuanhuang resting entirely on my shoulders. This feeling…”

“It’s not bad,” Shang Shaojun secretly mused.

Li Fan, however, extended his hand, and a small, palm-sized sword instantly appeared in his palm.

It seemed to be sensing something, spinning continuously.

Finally, its tip pointed in one direction and stopped.

Shang Shaojun looked in the direction indicated by the small sword.

“Everything that exists leaves a trace. Although that mysterious figure is incredibly powerful, as long as he appears in the Xuanhuang World, he will inevitably interact with reality. By pursuing him, we can find more evidence,” Li Fan’s gaze was sharp.

Shang Shaojun thought Li Fan’s words made sense and immediately nodded in agreement.

Little did he know, the direction pointed by the small sword in Li Fan’s palm was not for tracking the mysterious figure at all.

Instead, it pointed to one after another of the explored illusionary domains from Li Fan’s memory.

Of course, all roads lead to the same destination. They were bound to find ample evidence there that the Xuanhuang World was being transformed.

Just as the Saint Embryo Li Fan was guiding Shang Shaojun to uncover the truth hidden beneath the Xuanhuang World’s iceberg, in the Great Qi Small World, Senior Yin’s experimental base had been initially constructed.

“When I last met Mr. Bai, he once told me that after establishing my Foundation with my method, I might achieve a Primordial Golden Core, a Physical Nascent Soul, or a Mind-Thought Spirit Transformation. Sir, you might consider this concept for your deductions,” Li Ping, the clone, said to Senior Yin.

Senior Yin had just performed a bizarre act in front of Li Ping. His body split open, and another self, from within, struggled to crawl out.

Then it turned its head and devoured its own flesh-and-blood body.

The sounds of flesh and bone being chewed reverberated through the experimental base. Senior Yin’s face was covered in blood.

Yet, his expression was incredibly calm, and his eyes, as he ate himself, were full of focus. It seemed less like eating and more like conducting some research.

Even though Li Ping possessed countless past memories, watching Senior Yin at this moment made his skin crawl slightly. It had nothing to do with courage; it simply went against human nature.

Chewing slowly and deliberately, he finally consumed the other self entirely.

Li Ping noticed that Senior Yin’s outwardly displayed cultivation stage had also dropped from Foundation Establishment to Qi Refining.

Only then did Senior Yin wipe his blood-soaked hands on his clothes, explaining, “To deduce the subsequent methods, one must first be on the correct path.”

“My ‘Self-Foundation Establishment Method’ was only half successful. Therefore, I must destroy my foundation and cultivate anew.”

He looked up at the sky and said, “There might be some trouble, but just leave it to me.”

As Senior Yin spoke these words, Li Ping instantly sensed something descending upon Shengjing City.

Having cultivated the Heavenly Emperor’s Qi Canon and integrated the entire dynasty’s fate into himself, Li Ping, at this moment, represented the Great Qi Dynasty.

Any external intrusion naturally could not escape his perception.

It was like cold worms slowly crawling on the surface of his skin. After tentative contact, the worms extended sharp thorns, attempting to pierce into the Great Qi Small World.

“Oh? Your place seems to have subtly formed its own entity; perhaps their retaliation will be weaker than expected,” Senior Yin said at this moment.

Li Ping knew that ‘they’ in Senior Yin’s words referred to the lingering souls of the old world.

Presumably, Senior Yin’s forceful destruction and alteration of his own state had attracted his kind.

A pitter-patter of rain began. Yet, no raindrops fell.

Above Li Fan’s head, a dense layer of dark clouds had appeared at some unknown time. They hovered over the experimental base.

The hard Xuanwu stone ground, amidst the dripping sounds of rain, suddenly turned muddy like soil.

Pale arms, one after another, suddenly stretched out from underground.

Li Ping frowned slightly, intending to float up and dodge.

But in this bizarre space, already distorted and altered, he had inexplicably lost his ability to fly.

Fortunately, the targets of these world spirits were not him. For him, those arms were merely illusory presences.

Innumerable arms crawled on the ground, swarming towards Senior Yin.

Senior Yin, however, revealed a sinister smile. He forcefully pulled out the nearest arm, put it into his mouth, and began gnawing on it loudly.