Chapter 687: The Nine Chambers of the Mud Pellet Return to One; The Shadow Demons of the Three Realms Move Out (II)

Within the Mud Pellet Palace there is no sun or moon; day and night cycle just as in the outside world.

On Xuanteng Island, a giant tree towered to the heavens, its canopy covering the whole island. As if sensing Li Li Yuanzhong's purpose in coming, it trembled gently, its branches and leaves unfurling, expressing its joy.

"Squeak~"

On the treetop, a little red-furred monkey scratched its face and quietly squatted on a branch; beneath the tree, Bai Hu lay on its side, its long tail swishing lightly.

In the distance, waves churned as the great Kun rose from the seabed, spouting columns of water. On the Troop-Rearing Island, the Nine Infants swayed their nine heads, eighteen eyes all looking over at once.

The gazes of the four true forms met, and an incomparably grand, surging aura rose from Li Li Yuanzhong's heart.

The He Yi Jing is the perfection of essence, qi, and spirit; the spirit-image is gathered from the quintessence of the three primaries—like the legendary divine beast cub, it has no spiritual intelligence, yet vaguely possesses instinct.

As a cultivator's realm advances, the spirit-image grows stronger as well, naturally and instinctively craving.

"No rush. There will be for all of you."

Gently soothing the four spirit-images, Li Li Yuanzhong beckoned. In the distance, the Wang Yang exploded, mist filling the sky. A cry rang out as the great Kun transformed into a Peng; in a single flash, it had landed on his shoulder.

Among the four true forms, naturally the Kun Peng took the lead.

This one had laid its foundation since he had cultivated the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon, and as he shifted through ten thousand forms—ten thousand forms as blood, refined by true fire—the depth of accumulated true form was beyond what the later three true forms could compare to.

"Divine Palace!"

Beneath the Xuanteng tree, Li Li Yuanzhong closed his eyes and entered meditation; various scriptural meanings welled up in his sea of heart, interweaving.

The Divine Palace, as the name suggests, is the dwelling of the 'spirit'—not an external spirit, but the 'spirit' of essence, qi, and spirit. To forge this palace is obscure and arduous; without guidance, groping blindly, even someone as strong as Pang Pang Wenlong spent a thousand years on it, and the palace he forged was far from masterful.

In Mount Mount Dongxuan, there were over sixty-seven thousand methods for forging the Divine Palace; one thousand three hundred and twenty-four of them aligned with the Five Extremes Great Scripture. When Li Li Yuanzhong's He Yi had just been achieved, he had already borrowed several from the Scripture Pavilion.

Unlike the steep prices of dharma arts, divine abilities, and fundamental methods, cultivation Mi Fa like these were not priced highly in the Scripture Pavilion—one Xiao Gong for three of them.

Li Li Yuanzhong borrowed many; Shu Shu Haoshou recommended quite a few, and he also consulted Ling Shu Fayin Tongzi. Ultimately, when invited to observe Qi Yun's Dharma Heaven, he finally settled on one.

Namely, the Five Extremes Temple.

"Heaven has five extremes—east, south, west, north, center; the Dharma has five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, earth; man has five viscera—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys; the spirit has five transformations—spirit, corporeal soul, intent, ethereal soul, essence…"

"In the He Yi Jing, the three primaries converge, yet the cultivation of essence, qi, and spirit is without end; convergence is only the beginning of cultivation…"

"…What is the Divine Palace?"

"The dwelling of the spirit!"

"Where does the spirit dwell?"

"Within the Mud Pellet!"

"How is the palace forged?"

"Transformed from essence and qi, the dwelling of the spirit!"

……

The various scriptural meanings churned and boiled in Li Li Yuanzhong's heart, finally returning to nothing.

"Five Extremes Temple!"

The moment Li Li Yuanzhong's mind moved, his five senses instantly heightened to an extreme. He observed his own body within; essence, qi, and spirit simultaneously appeared in his perception, incomparably clear.

He could feel the trembling of his tendons, bones, skin, membranes, viscera, and even subtler places, and even saw the divine body being nurtured within his essence.

"Crash~"

Magic power of two interwoven colors, manifesting outwardly as pale Jin Se De Fa, flowed within his body as if substantial, and with the rise and fall of his mind, spread toward his limbs and hundred bones.

"Hum~"

The magic power moved Xu Xu, and wherever it passed, there was a blaze of brilliant light. One by one, acupoints lit up like morning stars, and from these acupoints as centers, it spread toward deeper places.

It was as if an invisible great net had formed, with the Mud Pellet as its core and the acupoints across the body as its nodes, washing every inch of tendon and bone, nourishing every subtle place.

Vaguely, he could even hear the rhythm of his body—the hearty, exhilarating cry issued in unison by his tendons, bones, skin, membranes, and even subtler places.

"Crash~"

The flow of magic power gradually quickened, and the rhythm within his body grew ever more intense—this was magic power burning!

What is the unity of the three primaries?

It is the free transformation of essence, qi, and spirit: essence can transform into qi, qi can transform into spirit, and spirit can also return to the body. The first step in forging the Five Extremes Temple is to use qi to strengthen essence!

"Hum!"

The magic power was boiling.

Li Li Yuanzhong felt heart-fire rising; he calmed his mind, steadied his qi, and focused his spirit to perceive.

He could clearly see that the boiling magic power, at a speed far beyond the ordinary, was nourishing his already extremely powerful body!

This change could even be perceived by the naked eye!

Beneath the Xuanteng tree, under the gaze of the four true forms, Li Li Yuanzhong's body grew taller, his five fingers became slender, his skin and membranes grew taut, and even his hair strands emitted wisps of divine light.

His pores dilated. In the small courtyard of the Cave Heaven bamboo tower, the little mouse that had been immersed in cultivation could not help but be drawn over, feeling an indescribable strange fragrance rushing toward it, making it drool uncontrollably.

It poked its head out and saw the grass and trees in the small courtyard growing wildly; even the bamboo tower had sprouted bamboo leaves, as if about to regain new life.

"Squeak?"

It swallowed its saliva, knowing this was its master refining dharma. It hurriedly ran outside the main tower, warily looking around to stand guard.

And in the bamboo tower, the twelve White Bone Human Demons had already taken human form, standing guard for him together with the two gourd Dao soldiers; one little gourd was even squatting on the Tongshi Ball.

"Hoo!"

"Hee!"

The near-burning feedback of magic power made Li Li Yuanzhong himself somewhat amazed, like a rare treasure being tempered in raging fire, now radiating brilliance.

But compared to the transformation of his body, what he cared more about was still his viscera.

As the magic power burned Xiong Xiong, deep within his five viscera, temples seemed to be taking shape one after another; vaguely, their outlines could already be seen.

"When the water comes, the channel is formed…"

Li Li Yuanzhong did not even feel the obscurity and difficulty mentioned in those secret manuals; needless to say, this was due not only to his ample accumulated resources but also to his innate talent.

A physique of God-Demon grade endowment, whether Divine Body, Saint Body, or Magic Body, is collectively called the Dao Body; its meaning is a body close to the Dao.

It brings immense benefits to breakthrough cultivation.

Li Yuan was not experiencing this benefit for the first time, yet he still sighed, feeling an even greater longing for the legendary Innate Dao Body.

"Cast the Temple!"

Li Yuan gathered his mind and spirit.

When the outline of a temple faintly appeared deep within his five viscera, the burning magic power slowly flowed backward, passing through his four limbs and hundred bones, reaching the Six Yang Crown, and connecting the Ni Wan Palace!

The second step of casting the Five Extremes Temple is to strengthen Essence with Spirit!

"Boom!"

Thunder roared in his mind; Li Yuan saw dazzling divine light. Under the illumination, the other eight palaces hidden beneath the Ni Wan Palace also surfaced.

The Divine Palace Realm has two cultivation paths.

The first is to transform the nine Ni Wan Palaces into the Nine Great Divine Realms; the second is naturally to condense the nine palaces into one.

These two paths are not sharply distinct; one can freely switch between them during cultivation.

Li Yuan chose to take the second path first.

Amidst a huge roar, the nine Ni Wan Palaces slowly drew near, and under the blending of magic power, finally merged into one!

"Boom!"

A crash comparable to the Heavens bestowing the Talisman exploded; even Li Yuan felt his mind and spirit shake, but he had been prepared, not even a moment of daze.

He focused his spirit to look inward, seeing waves rolling in the Ni Wan Divine Realm; the Divine Realm trembled and expanded at an extremely rapid speed.

Within his body, the Ni Wan Palace was like a great sun, casting endless light, illuminating his organs, meridians, and even the most minute places.

"Boom!"

In the cave heaven, the Mirage Infant, who was refining magic, suddenly raised its head, seeing dazzling divine light, as if a great sun had fallen into this small cave heaven.

"What is this?"

She looked up in shock, discovering that the light seemed to originate from the bamboo tower on the mountain peak where Li Yuan was.

She gazed into the distance, but only felt the divine light was blinding; vaguely, she could see someone sitting in meditation within the light, glowing.

"Li, Li Yuan?"

"He broke through again?!"

The Mirage Infant's shock was instantly received by Li Yuan; a wisp of incense smoke was generated in the Ni Wan Palace, but his thoughts were entirely focused on himself.

The moment the Ni Wan merged into one and divine light burst forth, an indescribable sense of completeness rose in his heart.

In this instant, it was as if a great nation had a ruler, a hundred dragons raised their heads; his body's strength, essence, qi, and spirit achieved an unprecedented integration, as if completely indistinguishable!

It was not a union, but rather there was no longer any distinction among the three origins!

"This is the true union..."

Li Yuan marveled, but did not indulge, because his magic power was burning at a speed that made his heart race and skin prickle; within a few moments at most, it would be completely consumed!

"Rise, Temple!"

At Li Yuan's thought, various changes arose.

His five viscera trembled slightly; under the illumination of the Ni Wan divine light, ancient and simple temples grew out of the five viscera and flowed backward along the divine light.

Accompanied by five loud "Boom, Boom" crashes, they landed on Shan Xuan Teng Island, arranged in the five directions.

"Boom!"

The moment the Five Extremes Temple took its position, Li Yuan felt as if the Ni Wan were about to overturn; then, the violently burning magic power no longer flowed away at high speed.

Instead, it surged upward into the Ni Wan, entering a small black temple located in the north, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, outlined a divine statue nine-tenths similar to Li Yuan.

"Screech!"

The Golden Winged Peng Bird cried out loudly, filled with unending joy; it transformed into a beam of Jin Guang, fell into that black temple, contracted its wings, and squatted on the left shoulder of the divine statue.

"Hiss!"

The violent changes in essence, qi, and spirit subsequently calmed; Li Yuan fell out of that complete union of the three origins, sighed with relief, yet felt a certain sense of loss.

But only after a moment, the joy of forging the Divine Palace also surged into his heart.

"The Five Extremes Temple is complete!"

Li Yuan's spirit returned to the Ni Wan.

He saw the Divine Realm still trembling, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye; Wang Yang was deeper and wider, the firmament higher, the earth heavier.

Shan Xuan Teng Island grew at an astonishing speed; before long, it had expanded to dozens of times its size, covering nearly eight thousand li, truly a giant island.

So much so that the Shan Xuan Teng Tree appeared small, yet it was no longer at the exact center of the Divine Realm; in terms of direction, it lay in the east, and beneath its shade sat a small green temple.

The other four were similarly arranged in various places.

The four True Forms, as if summoned, moved toward their respective temples. "Divine Palace Realm!"

Li Yuan looked down upon the entire Zheng Zuo Shen Jing, carefully sensing all the changes after his promotion.

The five temples settled in the five directions, the True Forms returned to their respective places, the Divine Realm expanded, and the various spells he cultivated naturally differentiated and flowed toward the five temples.

To be precise, except for Qing Di Yan returning to the Green Emperor Temple and the Divine Fire Cover returning to the Red Emperor Temple, Shan Xuan Gang Zhong, Tai Yin Sword Qi, Kun Ming Ten Thousand Layers Armor, Tian Peng Dun Fa, and Shan Xuan You Body Protection Cover all returned to the Black Emperor Temple.

"Once the Five Extremes Temple is formed, the planning of the Divine Realm becomes clearer; spiritual images and spells return to the Emperor Temples, and the cultivation speed increases greatly..."

Li Yuan's perception was keen.

He could feel that the five Emperor Temples were spontaneously drawing in the spiritual qi of heaven and earth to nourish the spells and spiritual images corresponding to themselves.

It was just that the speeds were not the same.

"You've grown quite a bit."

Li Yuan landed beneath the Shan Xuan Teng Tree and stroked his innate spiritual plant.

Once the Divine Palace was formed, judging solely from the changes, the Shan Xuan Teng Tree received the greatest benefit; it was now nearly four hundred zhang tall, having grown nearly one hundred zhang!

Li Yuan could feel his magic power slowly increasing—though it was nothing compared to his Xing Gong refining of Fa, it was indeed slowly increasing.

This was not because the Divine Palace had been forged, but because his Qing Di Chang Sheng Jing had already touched Dao Di San Chong.

"Qing Di Chang Sheng Jing…"

Li Yuan observed the Qing Di temple.

Like a small temple cast from green wood, it had a very vibrant, lively feel; although the divine statue within had not yet been cast, it was already faintly nourishing the temple's Wei Yi De Fa, 'Qing Di Yan.'

Even the natural growth speed of the Shan Xuan Teng tree had increased considerably; at this moment it was drooping thousands of branches, emitting cheerful, trembling cries.

"Because of the root Fa?"

Li Yuan looked at the divine statue in the temple—its four limbs and five features were complete, quite lifelike.

He turned and came outside the Black Emperor Temple; although the divine statue within already had five features, its four limbs were blurred, and its nourishment of the spirit-image Fa was only a tenth of the Qing Di Temple's.

But although the divine statue here was incomplete, it was the liveliest.

Various Fa circulated within the temple; when they returned to the divine statue's body, they transformed into armor and weapons, and the great roc bird also perched on its shoulder, softly crying out.

"The Kun Peng spirit-image is nearly complete; only the magic power needs to be filled and the Jin Dan forged, then it can transform into a 'Fa-Image.'"

Li Yuan nodded slightly—this was the foundation he had gained from changing myriad forms and being tempered by divine fire.

The Kun Peng spirit-image was nearly complete.

"If I don't pursue the Nine Heavens of the Divine Palace, I only need to cultivate eight hundred and ten strands of Kun Peng magic power, then I can attempt to pluck the golden nature and forge a lowest-grade Jin Dan."

Simply by coming before the temple, enlightenment rose in Li Yuan's heart.

The Divine Palace realm required far more accumulated magic power—only when eight hundred and ten strands of magic power were complete would there be a foundation for forging the Jin Dan.

"The gap in magic power alone between Unity Completion and the First Heaven of the Divine Palace is this large… no wonder that Huang Yuan senior-brother was ferocious to such a degree."

Li Yuan turned and went to the other three temples.

These three temples were even more crude—not to mention compared to the Qing Di Temple, they were far inferior even to the Black Emperor Temple; their nourishment of Fa and spirit-images was estimated at less than a hundredth of the Qing Di Temple's.

"The five temples have no hierarchy of grade; what differs is only the root Fa. To advance them in tandem, one must cultivate the other four great scriptures, and needs corresponding spirit-images and Fa."

With the Divine Palace established, Li Yuan was already thinking of filling the Five Emperors' Temples.

Apart from the four root great scriptures, True Form Diagrams and Fa were also needed; theoretically, each spirit-image required the cultivation of at least nine kinds of Fa before a 'Fa-Ring' could be condensed.

"And this is also the foundation for cultivating the Hun Yuan Five Extremes Dao."

Li Dao Ye was quite satisfied with the Five Extremes Temple, and thought of that Dao-character-grade root Fa.

"Mount Mount Dongxuan appears lax, but in fact its rules are quite strict; even an inner disciple has no qualification to pay respects to the Dao Lord, and only true-transmission disciples receive a Fa-name!"

Before the Scarlet Emperor Temple, Li Yuan thought of many things, while Jiuying shook its nine little heads, affectionately nuzzling him—the true form was instinctively close to him.

"Yi Pin Fa Jin Dan, Yi Deng Fa Jie land, Yi Pin Fa-Ring, upper-grade Gu Gu Shentong true seed, upper-grade life-bound spirit treasure…"

Stretching out a hand to gently stroke Jiuying, Li Yuan's heart conjured up the various conditions for advancing to true-transmission disciple—seemingly clear and straightforward, but in fact enormously difficult.

A Yi Pin Fa Jin Dan required at least the Nine Heavens of the Divine Palace; the Fa-Ring, Gu Gu Shentong true seed, and upper-grade life-bound treasure also required at least the Nine Heavens of the Divine Palace as their foundation.

"The Divine Palace has been established; what needs to be done next is to forge the Nine Heavens of the Divine Palace, while also preparing to exchange for the other four great scriptures…"

"This is the hardest part."

Thinking of the prices of the four great scriptures, Li Yuan could not help but feel his scalp tingle; apart from the first one which only required six or seven Da Gong, the other three all had to be exchanged at full price.

"Nearly two thousand Da Gong!"

After a rough calculation, Li Yuan felt his breathing grow somewhat labored; even the joy of forging the Divine Palace was somewhat diminished.

"No wonder the other inner senior-brothers all disliked that Yu Da-Hu Zi… upon entering the sect he comprehended a Dao-character-grade root Fa, this is simply…"

Silently Tui Chu Shen Jing, Li Dao Ye began to calculate his own wealth.

Thanks to Chao Shan Xuan Long's fame, over four months he had intermittently gained a little over one hundred and fifty Xiao Gong; spending twenty-six on purchasing spirit pills, spirit incense and the like, twenty-four on the advancement of Zhang Yin Lu…

"One hundred and three Xiao Gong, only enough to buy a few Fa… moreover, the prices of spirit pills and spirit meals in Er San Jing are also more expensive, and daily expenses will also increase substantially."

"Dao soldiers… forget it, let's hold off on Dao soldiers for now. I've already comprehended Gu Dao Bing Fa to a considerable degree; once the little mother dragon succeeds in practicing Fa, I'll try refining them myself."

"Still short five True Form Diagrams, at least seventy-odd Fa… no wonder many senior-brothers have cultivated for several hundred years without forging a Jin Dan; the Nine Heavens of the Divine Palace truly is…"

……

Li Yuan pondered in his heart.

The Nine Heavens of the Divine Palace concerned the advancement to true-transmission disciple; the difficulty of its cultivation went without saying.

But it was not without shortcuts.

For example, his method of refining demons to feed the true form, and the eighty-one kinds of Fa, could also be quickly achieved through Gu Gu Shentong seeds, but in fact, very few cultivators could take shortcuts.

The demon-refining method was a secret art found only in Dao-character-grade Gong Fa; had Master Master Fufa not transmitted it, even with Shan Gong there would be nowhere to buy it.

This could be seen from the fact that he had been unable to gather any intelligence on Dao-grade Gong Fa from anywhere to this day.

As for Gu Gu Shentong seeds.

The Dharma a cultivator practiced had to align with their root Dharma, and they required a foundation for combined Gu supernatural abilities; to take this shortcut, one would inevitably need a massive quantity of Gu supernatural ability seeds.

"The demon-refining method requires diligent practice; as for Gu Gu Shentong seeds, buying them Yi Shan Gong is not cost-effective—I still need to focus on Ying Mo Shen…"

Li Yuan's heart stirred with the thought, and he sensed Ying Mo Shen.

His advancement to the Divine Palace naturally allowed Ying Mo Shen to advance to Er San Jing; for the latter, this was likewise a tremendous improvement and transformation.

……

The sky-canvas was like fire, flickering dimly.

Within the Blood Phoenix's belly, the sounds of exploding Qi continued without cease; the brutal slaughter had almost never stopped.

At one corner of the battlefield's edge, within Yuan Yun Mo's strange land, black fog billowed; squads of Black Cloud Dao soldiers patrolled in all directions, strands of shadowy figures lurked within these Dao soldiers' shadows, greedily gazing toward the distant slaughter-battlefield.

The Nine-Layer Cloud Tower trembled lightly, spewing thousands of black smoke, like chains stretching across a thousand li, tightly binding a strange land shaped like a mountain cave.

Tens of thousands of Black Cloud Dao soldiers moved back and forth within the black fog, transporting the remains of strange beasts and strange soldiers.

At the highest point of the tower-ship, Ying Mo Shen sat cross-legged; strands of shadowy figures and squads of Er San Jing Black Cloud Dao soldiers flanked him on all sides, alert to any incoming enemies.

Over the course of four months, Li Yuan did not make a great show of attacking other strange lands, but silently digested the benefits of devouring the Cloud Demon strange land.

At the same time, he dispatched demon shadows along with the Black Cloud Dao Soldiers to slay the many strange beasts and strange weapons wandering outside, belonging to no strange land.

After four months, the eighty-one strands of Ying Mo Fa magic power within Ying Mo Shen's body had already transformed; their quality was no inferior to Kun Peng magic power, and ordinary strange beasts dissolved upon contact.

At the same time, he had gathered a vast quantity of broken divine patterns and broken spells, and had even combined them into a spell prohibition reaching Ba Shi Yi Zhong — the 'Mystic Light Sword'.

This sword was, in fact, an old acquaintance of his.

Years ago, he had seen this flying sword within You Jing; it roamed within You Jing, and with a single burst of sword qi, slew a herd of Blood-Horned Bulls.

A little over two months ago, Li Yuan, relying on a great number of Black Cloud Dao Soldiers, lured it bit by bit into a strange land, and ground it down for nearly a month before finally wearing it to death.

This sword-path spell had also leapt to become his current strongest killing move.

"Mm?"

Suddenly, Li Yuan's heart stirred; he felt a throbbing from the unseen depths, and knew that Ying Mo Shen was already able to advance to the Third Realm.

"Withdraw!"

At a thought from Li Yuan, the black mist of the Cloud Demon strange land suddenly churned and boiled; strands of demon shadows detached from the Black Cloud Dao Soldiers, surged back at extreme speed, and sank into Ying Mo Shen's body.

"Buzz~"

A violent trembling sound burst forth from his body, then Yu Yu Xuanji spread to cover nearly half the strange land; ten thousands of demon shadows stirred together at once, transforming into a sheet of black mist that enveloped where Ying Mo Shen stood.

Yuan Ying Fa Jie had no talk of divine realms or dharma realms, but upon advancing, a Ying Mo domain would also be nurtured within the body, capable of storing ten thousands of demon shadows.

"Hah!"

"Inhale!"

Amid long, drawn breaths, Ying Mo Shen's qi violently surged upward; thanks to the spells and magic power stored by the demon shadows, in only a short while Ying Mo Shen had already advanced to the Third Realm.

His body grew ever more distinct, and his qi shifted from muddled to pure; the Ying Mo domain within him had the effect of purifying magic power, while the refined impurities transformed into a pool of black water.

This was a spell Ying Mo Shen had naturally comprehended after advancing to the Third Realm — 'Ying Mo's Water'.

It was formed from the impurities Ying Mo Shen had devoured from countless external things; its toxicity was fierce, and even a spiritual treasure, or a superior-grade spiritual treasure, would suffer great damage to its spirituality from a single wisp — or even lose it entirely.

"Hah!"

Ying Mo Shen let out a long breath.

Under Li Yuan's sensing, his magic power began to surge!

The magic power stored within the ten thousands of demon shadows flowed back against the current, weaving through his body; strand after strand of magic power grew stronger at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

In less than half a day in total, he had astonishingly refined five hundred and thirty strands of Ying Mo Fa magic power!

"Truly worthy of being Mo Gong — this speed of refinement… robbing really does accumulate faster than farming!"

Even as the master of Ying Mo, Li Yuan clicked his tongue in amazement.

Ying Mo Shen and the Troop Registry were simply a perfect match; even those demon lords of Yuan Ying Fa Jie would be horrified at his speed.

Mo Gong's progress was fast, but it couldn't possibly be fast to this extent.

"A pity, after the Fifth Realm it will be very hard to maintain this speed."

Li Yuan stood up; the demon shadows drifting behind him visibly thinned out, even thinner than when they had first been refined.

"Next is to replenish the demon shadows, attack other strange lands; once the magic power transforms once more, I can try exploring the core battlefield…"

"The Blood Phoenix's Dharma Heaven?"

"Also need to gather spells the main body needs — ones that both fit the Five Classics and are Fine quality among them — how many can this strange-land battlefield provide?"

Taking a long look at the core battlefield, Li Yuan leapt up, rode a dragon into the sky, ten thousands of demon shadows weaving behind him like rolling dark clouds, and pounced toward the nearest strange land.

Over the four-plus months, he had not idled away his time; relying on the demon shadows' nature, he had long since scouted intelligence on the various nearby strange lands, and arranged them in a list from high to low.

Now, naturally, he would go through them one by one, from low to high!

(End of chapter)