Chapter 498

When the spirit resides in the spirit, the blood resides in the form, and the three primordials unite, the form and spirit enter the blood; when cultivated to perfect completion, a single drop of blood can contain the mysteries of all forms.

Even if the body is shattered, as long as a single drop of blood remains, one may reconstruct the body and return to the peak.

After reading through it entirely, Li Yuan's eyes gleamed.

This isn't some demonic art—it's clearly a supreme-level survival technique!

【An utterly unique treasure!】

Li Yuan naturally switched his mastery and enhanced his innate talent, then studied this supreme technique over and over again; by the time he felt he had gained a preliminary understanding of it, another day had passed!

Forcing himself out of his obsession, Li Yuan calmed his mind and began his daily stance training and bone transformation.

【Compared to the Worship of Gods Method, the Sutra of Sitting Oblivion has far higher entry requirements—I feel this way, and I suspect even Old Han will struggle to enter it; no, that's not right—he received a fragment of this technique seventy years ago.】

As he practiced the stance, Li Yuan's thoughts drifted.

Visualizing Sitting Oblivion and transforming into blood—entry into the Sutra of Sitting Oblivion requires at least a Blood Transformation cultivator; those who haven't reached this stage cannot transform their form into blood.

This step is extremely difficult; even Li Yuan felt a chill run down his scalp.

The hallmark of entry into this supreme technique is that all the blood in the body must encompass at least one form transformation.

【The cultivation difficulty exceeds any martial art I've learned!】

Li Yuan pondered inwardly: 【I don't need to rush into Blood Transformation—it's perfect. Cultivating this technique during Blood Transformation will yield double the results.】

Blood Transformation is the process of new blood replacing old blood—it can be swift or gradual; attempting to cultivate the Sutra of Sitting Oblivion during this phase is naturally smoother than doing so afterward.

As he pondered, Li Yuan did not rush to begin; he continued methodically with his stance, visualization, bone transformation, and at night, he followed his usual practice of Listening to Sounds.

He had just received a large influx of incense offerings; though high-tier ones were rare, the low-tier ones were extremely numerous—even if he doubled his daily Listening to Sounds tenfold, it would still be more than sufficient.

Even fourth- and fifth-tier incense offerings no longer pained him to use.

Hum,

Within the Weapon Master's space, colors interwove; streams of incense offerings, guided by Li Yuan's will, either sank into the Listening to Sounds wooden tablet or merged into the Finger Sound Glyphs.

The Finger Sound Glyphs yielded more precise Listening to Sounds than the wooden tablet, but consumed far more; most of the time, Li Yuan used the latter.

Swish,

On the two wooden tablets, countless characters shifted and changed; depending on the incense used, the rank of the Listening to Sounds varied; Li Yuan sifted through them:

【This is far more intuitive now—the value of each Listening to Sounds is immediately clear, saving me the trouble of selection.】

【Somewhere in the Divine Capital, within a heavily guarded guesthouse, Changhong's Sword vibrated and hummed; without the will of Changhong Sword Sect's ancestral master to suppress it, the sword was about to break through the heavens and seek a new master—someone had expended immense incense to suppress it.】

【Under the cover of night, Huanglongzi, who claimed to be a visitor from beyond the heavens, reclined beneath a large black umbrella, listening to the sound of the Golden Phoenix Bell, as if probing this heavenly destiny artifact.】

【Within the Cult of the Heart, a disciple heard a dragon's roar at night and faintly glimpsed dark shimmering light.】

Fifth-tier incense combined with seventh-tier Master Sound Glyphs produced Listening to Sounds of very high rank; even at the lowest tier, they had repeatedly revealed information about Grand Masters, Heavenly Destiny Artifacts, and even the three visitors from beyond the heavens.

【Was Changhong's Sword taken by the Thousand Spirits Law Lord to the Divine Capital for suppression?】

Li Yuan analyzed each line one by one.

The rumors in the martial world were true: after the master of any Heavenly Destiny Artifact died, it vanished and was nearly impossible to seal or suppress—unless deeply bonded, like the ancestral masters of the Five Great Sects. After Changhong's Sword was seized, its ancestral master naturally ceased suppressing the artifact.

【Pity—it's far away in the Divine Capital.】

As the Weapon Master, Li Yuan naturally coveted Heavenly Destiny Artifacts, but he couldn't possibly travel to the Divine Capital to compete with the Thousand Spirits Law Lord.

【Among the twelve Heavenly Destiny Artifacts, each holds a path leading to the Nether Realm; Changhong's Sword won't be an exception—if I could find that path.】

Li Yuan pondered—he had entertained similar thoughts before, but

he was wary of the Nether Realm.

【Once I enter the Long Mo Heart Scripture, perhaps I can try to find the Jing Whale Path.】

Li Yuan listened to the Listening to Sounds; high-tier ones were valuable but came at a great cost—three strands of fifth-tier incense were worth a top-grade legendary weapon to him.

Every Listening to Sounds concerning a Heavenly Destiny Artifact required at least fifth-tier incense—and more than one strand.

He had just come into a windfall; before this, he could never have afforded it.

Hum,

The Listening to Sounds echoed.

【In the Thunder Sound Great Continent, Chilian, who claimed to be a visitor from beyond the heavens, murmured before a mirror; faintly audible were words like 'Immortal's Guidance,' 'Fate,' 'Old Turtle,' and 'Huanglongzi.'】

【In the Smoke Mountain Dao, Jiangzhou region, a youth named Qi Benchu, on his way to seek a master at the Three Samadhi Cave, encountered a night inn and nearly was chopped into human buns; at the moment of crisis, someone passed by holding a black umbrella.】

【Hm?】

Li Yuan's heart stirred—he halted Listening to Sounds, his will shifting to the last entry.

【Again, Smoke Mountain Dao, Jiangzhou?】

Li Yuan felt a strange familiarity; with a moment's recollection, he sensed something odd.

Long ago, he had already heard in Listening to Sounds of a 'Jiangzhou youth' who picked up a fragmentary sword, seemingly fallen from the heavens.

He hadn't paid attention then—but now—

【This is a twelfth-tier Listening to Sounds! The one holding the black umbrella—Huanglongzi is in the Divine Capital, Chilian is in the Thunder Sound Great Continent—so this person must be the Old Turtle!】

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes:

【The Listening to Sounds mentioned that the Old Turtle has long been searching for some fate—could this fate be tied to this youth?】

【Qi Benchu, Qi Benchu.】

He memorized this Listening to Sounds, his thoughts drifting—could this boy be the reincarnation of a wonder?

To be saved by a visitor from beyond the heavens at the brink of death—could such fortune be any greater?

【Jiangzhou.】

Li Yuan calculated with his fingers—Jiangzhou was at least forty-three thousand li away from him.

【Forget it—even if he is a wonder reincarnate, what does it have to do with me?】

Li Yuan set the thought aside; mainly, he was too lazy to travel, and besides, it was only a suspicion—he wouldn't traverse a hundred thousand li over a hunch unless he'd lost his mind.

After finishing his day's Listening to Sounds, Li Yuan was about to sleep when suddenly a tremor rang out—his waistband, the Shell Dragon Sash, quivered, and the little female dragon's voice spoke:

【T-that old man—he's terrifying, so terrifying.】

This fool was far too slow to react; Li Yuan was silently amused, reaching out to snatch the Shell Dragon Sash.

【He likely noticed me.】

The little female dragon was deeply frightened.

【So what if he did?】

Li Yuan inwardly scoffed at this self-proclaimed noble-blooded noblewoman—she had less courage than he did: 【That elder has already passed away; he left behind only a trace of spiritual soul—what are you afraid of?】

【He's dead?】

Hearing this, the little female dragon calmed down, then felt a flicker of shame and annoyance:

【You're not afraid? I can feel you trembling.】

【Nonsense!】

Master Li roared in anger, swinging his whip through empty air:

【You don't understand—Master Dao is thrilled to behold a true master!】

【Audacious and shameless!】

The little female dragon nearly laughed in fury, yet her fear vanished entirely.

Li Yuan Landeyutajijiao ， Zhuanerxunwentaguanyudaji 、 Youjing 、 Guidideqingbao 。

This little female dragon was like a stick that couldn't produce a single sound unless struck three times—if you didn't ask, she'd never utter a word; even when asked, she'd speak hesitantly—but better than nothing.

【What he said is mostly correct—the Eight-Faced Temple has cut off all external contact; yet he possesses such insight—it's truly perplexing.】

Perhaps because she was startled, the little female dragon spoke more than usual.

She agreed with everything the Long Mo Daoist said about the Great Sacrifice; in the 'Heavenly Market Constellation,' the Great Sacrifice was not uncommon—a small clan that had accumulated three hundred years of Yuan Fire had sufficient merit to perform it.

The danger of the Great Sacrifice came mostly from ritual mishaps or insufficient offerings—not from the Great Sacrifice itself being inherently dangerous; otherwise, it wouldn't have spread so widely.

【Aside from the most evil and perverse outer gods, the vast majority of deities do not turn against their worshippers.】

The little female dragon paused slightly: 【As for Guidi and the Nether Realm—you can't enter them, can't touch them—why ask so much?】

Seeing Li Yuan about to swing his whip again, she had to reluctantly answer—he was too brutal:

【Ancient legends say the Nether Realm is the Yin realm where all things return to the void; but only beings who have condensed the Divine Realm will fall into the Nether Realm upon death.】

【The Nether Realm is filled with terrifying energy; without 'Yuan Fire' to resist and sustain it, even a Divine being will become lost within it. What are called Guidi are places transformed by the Nether Realm—either Divine beings or gods.】

In the Youjing, a terrifying aura pervades; without 'Primordial Fire' to resist and sustain it, even a god would lose themselves—such a place of mystery is one where a god or even a deity has been assimilated by the Youjing.

Li Yuan asked one more question, then nodded, coiling the little female dragon, who glared at him with utter disdain, around his waist, yawned, and fell asleep.

The night of the Eight-Faced Pagoda seemed to have stirred no ripples.

Li Yuan's days remained peaceful; thanks to Wang Wen yuan, he lived comfortably—whether in the Library of Treasures or elsewhere, he came and went as he pleased.

But beyond the Library of Treasures, he never went anywhere else; most of his time was spent studying and pondering the newly acquired supreme demonic art.

Besides the Sutra of Sitting Oblivion, he didn't neglect his daily practice: stance training, visualization, reading Long Mo's handwritten notes, organizing his knowledge, transforming his bones, and practicing martial arts.

All his martial arts progressed steadily and orderly.

Compared to before, nothing had changed—except that whenever he had free time, he sought out Old Han.

Han Chui had gained much; the fingertip imprint left by the Long Mo Daoist in his forehead contained the elder's insights on form transformation and martial arts—he advanced rapidly after receiving it.

Occasionally, he would visit the Eight-Faced Pagoda to ask Qin Yun about the Sutra of Sitting Oblivion.

During this time, he also tried to find the Star-Picking Tower Master, who was said to be in seclusion—leaving Li Yuan deeply disappointed; he still had

During this time, he had also hoped to find the Lord of the Star-Picking Tower, who was said to be in seclusion, leaving him deeply disappointed, for he still had

Realizing the Tower Master might be avoiding him, Li Yuan relaxed—he wouldn't dodge him if he truly intended to default; not with this man's status and martial power.

Realizing that the floor owner might be avoiding him, Li Yuan felt relieved—if he truly intended to default on the debt, someone of this status and martial prowess would not be dodging him.