Chapter 13

"Xia He, I need you to help me cultivate!"

In a chic and elegant villa, Lin Xian and Xia He were alone in a room. Without any politeness, he asked for it right away.

Lü Liang was stunned outside. Is this senior so hungry and thirsty?

"Men." A trace of disdain appeared in Liu Yanyan's bright eyes. No matter how old they are, they are all the same.

Three seconds later, the enchanting and moving Xia He walked out of the room with a resentful look. Her cinnabar-red lips trembled, bewitching and bright, hooking people's souls, making one want to kiss her.

Not only Lü Liang, but even Liu Yanyan was lost in thought, muttering subconsciously: "So fast?"

It was over in three seconds.

"In seclusion." Xia He said angrily. She was the first man who wasn't moved by the Bone-Scraping Knife. Even that little Daoist on Mount Longhu knelt under her pomegranate skirt. How could there be such a person?

Xia He rolled her eyes and couldn't help but make the most malicious guess. Could it be that the years were too long and that thing had already rotted?

"Seclusion?!"

Liu Yanyan's eyes lit up instantly, and she said impatiently: "Sister Xia He, let's take this opportunity to run."

"Run."

Xia He glanced at this girl who was so simple that she was a bit stupid, couldn't help but scoff, and turned to leave. If someone of this level joined the All-Sex Faction, she'd probably be sold without even knowing it.

"What do you mean?" Liu Yanyan was stunned in place.

Lü Liang pushed his glasses, got up with a laptop, and said indifferently: "Guess, why does this senior live near the company?"

Liu Yanyan's face turned pale instantly. She looked out the window, where drones flew by from time to time, making buzzing sounds.

This is not some wilderness; it is also one of the company's outposts.

Even the most arrogant All-Sex demon wouldn't dare to break in here to save people.

Making trouble and courting death are two different concepts.

Indoors, a faint blush appeared on the fair face of Lin Xian, who was dressed in black. He was resisting the lust left by the Bone-Scraping Knife Xia He, silently reciting the mantra in his heart: "No women in my heart, drawing the sword is naturally divine. Women will affect my speed of immortal cultivation. The first step to becoming an immortal is to cut..."

He was testing the ability of the Qi Body Source Flow to see if the Qi Infant in his body could turn Xia He's innate outcast ability into the purest primordial Qi.

If the Shrouding the Heavens universe is the Age of End of Dharma, then this world is almost close to the Age of No Spirit. Cultivation is extremely difficult; whether it is life essence or heaven and earth spiritual energy, it is pitifully thin.

If the Qi Body Source Flow can really deconstruct all kinds of spells, and even innate outcast supernatural powers are no exception, and all are transformed into the initial primordial Qi.

Then this technique will become his fundamental technique for traversing the heavens and worlds.

A thousand spells, infinite Dao, all transformed into one Qi, returning to the beginning.

"Can the Eight Miraculous Skills of an ordinary world really be so heaven-defying?"

Lin Xian observed quietly. In the Wheel and Sea secret realm, an infant with an appearance extremely similar to his own sat cross-legged, eyes half-closed, floating on the bitter sea. That Wheel of Life emitted a faint light, hanging behind him like a flawless bright moon, or like the clear light phase behind the head of an immortal Buddha.

The pink Qi belonging to Xia He invaded bit by bit, confusing his mind and making him immerse himself in lust, but it was ignored by the infant.

Carrying the soul and embracing the one, can you not separate? Focusing on Qi and reaching softness, can you be like an infant?

Giving birth and raising, giving birth without possessing, acting without relying, growing without dominating, this is called profound virtue.

People are born without good or evil. Because they are stained with all kinds of dust in the world, the innate primordial spirit is eroded by the acquired Dao, and then there are seven emotions and six desires. This is a kind of Dao infection.

Only by cutting the Dao and seeing oneself, abandoning all kinds of acquired distractions, can one witness the innate true self.

Each family and sect, in order to reach the mysterious realm of maintaining the original and forgetting the Supreme, created various methods, such as keeping the eight precepts, cutting the three corpses, cutting the red dragon, breaking the white tiger, and subduing the heart monkey and the horse of intent.

However, these methods require step-by-step progress, far less than the Qi Body Source Flow, which touches the essence of life and points directly to the origin of the world as soon as it is established.

Only the Nascent Soul, without desire or demand, lets all things grow and reproduce, produces all things, nurtures all things without possessing them, and is the leader of all things without dominating them.

That is a state of mind of Heaven: I am Heaven, taking all things as straw dogs, not invading or occupying.

The Nascent Soul dominates the Wheel and Sea, unmoved, letting the pink supernatural power rush around, but it can never break free from a category, and can only be immersed in the bitter sea, eroded by that death and darkness, and assimilated into a part of this heaven and earth.

The Wheel and Sea secret realm has a Wheel of Life, and also an endless bitter sea. The Wheel of Life is a kind of power that supports the existence of life. The endless bitter sea is also a kind of power that extinguishes all vitality, grinds away all foreign objects, and devours all energy.

The endless bitter sea that digested the supernatural power raised waves, wanting to cover the Wheel of Life. The Wheel of Life bloomed with brilliance and raised itself by a foot. The bitter sea continued to expand and continue to make waves.

Thus, the demon is one foot high, the Dao is one foot high; the Dao is one foot high, the demon is one foot high.

Endless, like Taiji.

Facts have proved that the Qi Body Source Flow is worthy of the title of the end of techniques. It can really disintegrate all kinds of spells and supernatural powers, and transform all the pink energy that Xia He planted in his body.

Although the energy dissipated, the pure lust was still there.

It's like being addicted to watching movies. After adding a basin of cold water, you start to wake up. Although the desire fades, the movie that triggered the desire is not turned off, and it still affects people all the time.

However, without the expansion of energy, normal people can cope with this kind of normal lust.

"Seven emotions and six desires, three corpses and six insects."

"Unstained, I am the Nascent Soul."

"Are the Eight Miraculous Skills really spells that humans can create?"

In the quiet room, the boy with black hair scattered whispered, opened his eyes, black and white distinct, without any impurities. Those were eyes as clear and simple as an infant's, without desire or demand, gentle to the extreme.

At first, Lin Xian thought the Qi Body Source Flow was a spell like the Northern Dark Divine Skill or the Star-Sucking Great Method, but after in-depth research, he felt more and more that the Qi Body Source Flow was not normal.

The upper limit of the Qi Body Source Flow is too high, and it can even be said that there is almost no upper limit.

This is definitely not a spell that humans can create.

Rather than saying that Zhang Huaiyi created the Qi Body Source Flow, it is better to say that Heaven presented the Qi Body Source Flow to the world through Zhang Huaiyi's hands.

This is an immortal technique that touches the origin of life and involves the deepest part of the world!

It is a puzzle piece of the mystery of longevity.

"This is a disaster of longevity..."

A strange look couldn't help but appear on Lin Xian's face, and he thought of another world.

The longevity disasters in the Shrouding the Heavens universe were all caused by human Supremes seeking immortality.

The Eight Miraculous Skills are also the same; they are alternative longevity disasters.

No wonder some people call it a technique of chaos. Ordinary people holding a longevity disaster is not courting death, but creating chaos.

Such spells can only be held by immortals, or those close to immortals who are only one step away from immortals.

Virtue does not match the position, there must be disaster.

(End of this chapter)