ATPnovel Chapter 60 The Remnant Body of the Demon God
Chapter 60 The Remnant Body of the Demon God
Zhen Yuanzi's mind raced as he carefully analyzed the cause and effect, becoming increasingly certain of his deduction.
"The reason why the Styx Ancestor chose to hide in the depths of this sea of blood is probably not only because the sea of blood itself is filled with filth and evil energy to cover up the secrets of heaven and prevent investigation."
Once this thought arose, it was like a flash of inspiration piercing through the fog, and many obstacles that were previously difficult to understand became clear at this moment.
His thoughts became increasingly clear and thorough, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun. He introspectively observed his own path and externally examined the mysteries of the Blood Sea, feeling that many of the obstacles he had previously faced had suddenly become clear.
"These fragments of laws from different chaotic demon gods, which have been submerged in the deepest part of the sea of blood, have been silent for countless ages, but their essence is extremely high, and each represents a part of a complete Great Dao."
The chaotic, distorted, and interfering Daoist energy they unconsciously emitted was like countless threads of different colors and textures haphazardly interwoven, forming an extremely complex yet highly efficient natural barrier.
Zhen Yuanzi used his divine sense to carefully perceive the invisible and intangible yet omnipresent chaotic flow of laws around him.
The sharpness of gold may be frozen by the annihilation of ice in the next moment, and the annihilation of ice may be distorted by the illusion of illusion, while the illusion of illusion itself may be quietly dissolved by some deeper corrosive power... This chaos is not dead stillness, but a dynamic, contradictory and conflict-filled "living" chaos.
"They disrupted the normal laws governing this area, making the secrets of heaven obscure and the cause and effect entangled and difficult to discern."
Any innate methods of calculation, divination, or prophecy that rely on the regularity of laws will be far less effective here. They might even be severely misleading by capturing a distorted fragment of the law's information, leading the seeker's perception down a completely wrong path, like falling into an endless nightmare, forever unable to touch the truth.
He recalled the feeling he had when he used his powerful divine sense to sweep through the sea of blood on a large scale, as if a stone had sunk into the sea, and the feedback was fragmented and full of contradictions. Now he finally found one of the key reasons.
It wasn't that his divine sense wasn't strong enough, but rather that the "rules" in the depths of this sea of blood, especially in the area where the remains of these demon gods were deposited, were inherently broken and contradictory, rendering conventional methods of investigation naturally ineffective.
"If it weren't for the Twelve-Petaled Pure World White Lotus, a relic of the Chaos Azure Lotus with an extremely keen perception of the nature of energy, especially the fluctuations of anomalous energy, coupled with a fortuitous encounter, and following the White Lotus's guidance of that subtle 'anomaly' to delve into this place..."
Zhen Yuanzi's gaze fell upon the white lotus slowly rotating above his head, emitting a hazy, clear light, and a sense of relief welled up within him. This treasure was a perfect match for his Dao in this place.
"Since this path is effective, let's follow it and use it to break through the overall situation."
Having clarified his direction, Zhen Yuanzi calmed his mind and completely eliminated the slight anxiety caused by his fruitless search.
He no longer engaged in the blind, wide-area search, which was a waste of magical power and energy, and might even disturb the River Styx, which might be lurking in the deeper parts of the river.
He refocused his main energy on activating the twelve-petaled Pure White Lotus above his head, but this time his application was more refined and targeted, and the harmony between his thoughts and the white lotus reached a whole new level.
He no longer pursued a wide-ranging purifying radiance to dispel the filth of the sea of blood—that radiance could, of course, temporarily open up a pure land.
However, in this endless sea of blood, it would be like a beacon in the darkness, too conspicuous and too energy-consuming, not a sustainable solution—instead, it would push the White Lotus's keen perception of all "different kinds of Daoist charm" in the world, which originated from the Chaos Green Lotus, to its limit.
The twelve-petaled lotus platform rotated at an increasingly constant and mysterious speed. The clear light it cast no longer spread, but instead seemed to have a life of its own, converging and condensing inward, transforming into countless extremely fine sensory tentacles, like the most precise energy probes, penetrating into every corner of the filthy sea of blood.
It's like a skilled doctor taking a patient's pulse; with a light touch of the fingertip, one can perceive the most subtle lesions and abnormalities deep within the blood vessels.
These sensory tentacles meticulously scanned and analyzed specific areas deep within the Blood Sea where energy structures were abnormal, law patterns were distorted, and the Blood Sea's origin was incompatible with the relatively "pure" surrounding Blood Sea essence.
He moved again, at a steady pace, carving a tiny, almost negligible mark in the murky, viscous sea of blood, his target clear: the "anomalies" marked by the white lotus.
Wherever it passed, the blood and filth were naturally pushed aside by the invisible force field of the white lotus, forming a brief passage. However, the unique "ripples" and "waves" emitted by the fragments of the different attributes of the demon god's laws could no longer escape the white lotus's highly stimulated perception field.
They are like fireflies in the darkness; though faint, they become clearly visible under the illumination of the white lotus, the "bright moon."
Sure enough, in the subsequent in-depth exploration, he discovered several similar sedimentary sites using this method.
These places are often hidden very deep, or lurking beneath the raging undercurrents of blood, with the energy turbulence itself serving as the best cover.
Or embedded behind a crystal of resentment as thick as a mountain, the soaring resentment is enough to cover most energy fluctuations;
It may exist in some naturally formed spatial folds, and it is impossible to detect without an extreme perception of spatial fluctuations.
Some were pools of dark green, viscous, foul blood, lying quietly deep in the trench, emitting a nauseating, sweet-smelling stench, like a poisonous swamp that had rotted for millennia.
The laws of "corrosion" and "decay" contained within are extremely terrifying. Its powerful corrosiveness even subtly erodes and distorts the surrounding spatial barriers, causing unnatural ripples. Light passing through it will be strangely deflected.
It is conceivable that if one were to come into contact with it, even the indestructible immortal body of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, forged through countless trials, would melt away as quickly as ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, damaging one's foundation.
Some were dark purple bolts of lightning that kept exploding and reforming, bound in an invisible force field. Inside, it seemed to seal a miniature world of thunder, forever in a state of apocalypse, a fragment of the origin of a demon god who wielded the power of "thunder".
Although it has lost its vitality, the remaining aura of violence, destruction, and the power to wield divine punishment is still terrifying. The tiny arcs of electricity that emanate from it all carry the terrifying meaning of destroying all laws and deciding life and death. If an ordinary Golden Immortal gets close, he will probably be instantly struck by the emanating electric light and have his soul and body destroyed.
He even found a small, seemingly insignificant cluster of dark yellow, sand-like particles mixed in with the ordinary sediment of the blood sea, completely unremarkable.
But when Zhen Yuanzi carefully touched it with his divine sense, he felt an unbelievable heaviness! It was as if he was not holding up a few grains of sand, but an entire divine mountain weighing ten thousand jun! This was actually the tiny remains of a certain "earth" demon god.
Its aura subtly resonates with Zhen Yuanzi's own Dao of the Earth, sharing the same origin but flowing differently. It feels more ancient, wild, and devoid of any acquired vitality, a kind of pure to the extreme, a return to the origin of "weight" and "solidity".
Each time he made a discovery, Zhen Yuanzi would repeat the same method, his movements becoming increasingly skillful and fluid, as if he had practiced it millions of times.
First, approach cautiously, maintaining a safe distance, while simultaneously activating the power of the Pure White Lotus to construct layers upon layers of purifying aura protective fields. This not only isolates the potential danger of energy bursts but also prevents the leakage of fluctuations generated during the purification process.
Then, with a high level of concentration, I fully activated the purifying holy light of the white lotus.
The holy light was no longer a sweeping, sweeping force, but transformed into countless strands of light finer than a hair. Like the most precise and skillful scalpel, it probed into the filth and debris, carefully peeling away and purifying all the negative energy and spiritual pollution left behind by the chaotic demon god before his death, including his fierce and malevolent aura, resentment, and vicious curses.
This process requires immense patience and precision, like carving on an egg, ensuring that while thoroughly "disinfecting" and eliminating all hidden dangers, the fragile and precious core of the law's origin is not damaged in the slightest.
Sometimes, when faced with particularly stubborn curses, it can take years to gradually eradicate them.
When the last wisp of filthy black energy let out a silent wail and was completely annihilated in the pure holy light, what remained were relatively pure fragments of the origin of laws, shimmering with pure Daoist light, like the most magnificent gems in the world.
They floated quietly, emanating a pure Daoist charm that was sometimes sharp, sometimes deathly still, sometimes violent, and sometimes heavy.
Then, Zhen Yuanzi held his breath and focused his mind, circulating the "Earth Devouring Dao," which had begun to integrate multiple laws and was becoming increasingly vast and profound, seemingly capable of encompassing heaven and earth.
A Daoist aura, encompassing all things yet possessing the power to refine all things, spread out.
The fragments of law seemed to be summoned by the mother body, slowly flying towards Zhen Yuanzi, eventually disappearing into his ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, or directly merging into the pores of his body.
Next, he would use himself as a furnace to draw upon the vast magical power and profound understanding of the Great Dao within his body, and slowly refine these foreign fragments of laws with different attributes, dismantling, understanding, and absorbing them bit by bit, and thoroughly integrating their most fundamental Dao essence into his own composite Dao foundation, which was based on the "earth" and used "devouring" as its means.
Each integration is accompanied by a profound understanding of the corresponding laws and a further interpretation of the true meaning of "the earth's embrace".
For him, this process was both a continuous harvest, seizing the treasures left behind by the Chaos God, and a sustained and in-depth cultivation, tempering his own Great Dao and will.
As he absorbed, understood, and integrated one common or rare fragment of law after another, his understanding of the various fundamental laws in the primordial world deepened day by day, and many of his previous doubts about cultivation were suddenly resolved.
Its own Dao foundation is like a foundation that is constantly filled with various divine gold and immortal materials, becoming more and more profound and powerful, indestructible, and exhibiting a stable quality that is impervious to all laws and wards off all evil.
Upon introspection, the "Tree of the Great Dao" in the sea of consciousness appeared even more lush and vibrant. The trunk was thicker, and its color was no longer a single earthy yellow, but rather a mysterious hue that was both chaotic and all-encompassing.
On the branches and leaves, subtle golden patterns (gold), ice-crystal-like veins (ice), hazy halos (illusion), and newly incorporated dark green spots representing corrosion, purple electric patterns representing thunder, and dark yellow halos representing extreme gravity began to appear... As the Daoist rhythm flowed, they merged and yet remained distinct, as if a small prototype of a world, capable of initially evolving all laws and encompassing all things, had truly been opened up within the body!
This is not the real world, but a natural manifestation of one's own profound cultivation, which is close to the origin of heaven and earth.
His cultivation level, on the surface, still remained at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, without breaking through the crucial barrier to Quasi-Saint—that required a deeper opportunity and chance.
However, the "purity" and "magnificence" of his magical power, as well as the depth of his understanding and the subtlety of his application of various Great Dao rules, have been steadily advancing towards a profound realm that even he himself finds difficult to clearly define, far surpassing the peak of ordinary Great Luo.
He felt his "existence" become more "substantial," as if his connection with the entire primordial world had deepened. With every move he made, he not only stirred up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but also touched upon the deeper levels of the power of laws.
The journey through the Blood Sea was fraught with danger and fraught with hidden dangers, but it was also a blessing in disguise, becoming a crucial accumulation and sublimation on his path. In this most filthy and defiled place, he found the key to purify himself and broaden his path.
Deep within the netherworld, amidst the dark currents of blood, Zhen Yuanzi's gaze grew ever more profound and bright, like two stars that had been polished and had seen through illusion.
In this endless filth and darkness, they steadfastly search for the ultimate goal—the hiding place of the Styx Ancestor, and... the deeper mysteries of the Great Dao hidden behind layers of mist.
His steps were steady and powerful; with each step he took, his skill deepened, and he gained a greater grasp of the upcoming contest.