Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8502: The start _1

Capítulo 8502: The start _1

Zhao Hai gazed at the thrilled assembly with a smile on his face. He faced Wen Yuming and declared, "Wen Yuming, I'm about to enter closed-door cultivation shortly. Yet during my seclusion, I need you to handle one key task. Dismantle every structure in the secret realm aside from the Sutra library. This compact city within the secret realm functions as a trap-filled haven. The resources composing this city hold immense value. You have to demolish this city since we require those resources. We cannot remain here indefinitely. We must depart the secret realm, though we'll do so after some preparations. " “We require a magical artifact capable of housing everyone, so while I'm secluded, dismantle this city. Regarding your living arrangements, it doesn't matter to me. After all, the climate here remains stable, so even sitting on the ground will suffice. Still, this city must come down, though the type of expansive magical artifact to craft will be decided by me post-seclusion. Got it?”

Wen Yuming and his companions, upon hearing Zhao Hai's words, promptly chorused, “Yes, rest easy, Sect Master. We'll ensure the whole city is demolished before your seclusion ends.” Wen Yuming brimmed with assurance. They had previously absorbed mechanism arts from Zhao Hai. Additionally, they had trailed him in dismantling the city only to reconstruct it later. Thus, taking it apart once more seemed far from daunting.

Zhao Hai observed them and gave a nod, “Very well, that's the plan. Chang Jun, I'm assigning you a duty. Starting now, you'll oversee the Sutra Depository alongside the Island Lord-level experts. Your immediate task involves familiarizing yourself with the Blood Slaughter Team and Ghost Wind Team members, then selecting the ideal cultivation methods for them from the Sutra Depository to enable their practice. Here's something for you. It contains various cultivation supplies, including pills essential for reaching Island Lord level. I'll supply the pills directly to them, but they can't freely access the Scripture library, particularly the Ghost Wind Team. It's not due to distrust in the Ghost Wind Team; rather, they've never encountered such a vast array of cultivation techniques. Should they pick on their own, they might opt for mismatched ones. They'd favor those boasting immense might over truly fitting paths. Such choices could prove harmful. Moreover, they risk grabbing too many techniques, overwhelming themselves, which isn't beneficial. With their sufficient cultivation base and vast experience, providing the perfect methods for their cultivation surpasses allowing self-selection. Clear?”

Chang Jun responded without delay, “Yes, Sect Master. I get it. No need for concern, Sect Master; I'll select the most fitting cultivation techniques for them.” Chang Jun recognized the gravity of this assignment. Only a handful remained in the Blood Slaughter Sect. Wrong technique choices could hinder their advancement, inflicting severe setbacks. Hence, this task carried paramount significance.

Zhao Hai turned to Chang Jun and the rest, stating, “These stand as the foremost priorities at present. The Divine Arms Battalion causes me no anxiety. They're mastering the Divine Arms Technique, so no fretting over them. Other matters we'll address post-seclusion. Fine, commence preparations.” The group swiftly acknowledged, then departed. Be they from the Blood Slaughter Sect or the Ghostwind Bandits, all sensed renewed purpose in their existence.

Zhao Hai merely cast a look their way. Next, he located a secluded spot and called forth the Blood Lotus. With a shift, he stepped inside the Blood Lotus. Subsequently, the Blood Lotus gradually descended into the earth and vanished.

Though none knew Zhao Hai's precise whereabouts, all understood he had begun seclusion. His location mattered little to them. While Chang Jun and others harbored slight unease, the majority placed unwavering faith in Zhao Hai. They were certain he would ascend to Island Lord level without defeat, for he was Zhao Hai—the premier Pro-disciple across the Blood Sea Realm.

Once inside the Blood Lotus, Zhao Hai promptly shifted to the Space. There, he waved his hand, materializing the broken finger of the Old Master Corpse Demon in his grasp. The digit bore a translucent sheath etched with flowing golden runes that confined its inner power. Yet Zhao Hai recognized the moment for release had arrived. He required the energy within this finger to advance to Island Lord. Upon reaching Island Lord, armed with the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag, God-Slaying Saber, and Flexible Sword, he could traverse the Blood Sea Realm unhindered. Furthermore, he trusted that barring the realm's apex powerhouses, no one else posed a threat. Against any foe, he held the means to contend.

Having examined the finger briefly, Zhao Hai inhaled deeply and swept his palm over it. With that motion, the runes faded away, unleashing a formidable force laced with deathly aura from the finger. Zhao Hai sensed his vitality swiftly draining, while a Space notification resounded.

"Hostile program detected. Hostile soul imprint detected. Initiating removal: erasing soul imprint. Removal failed. Removal failed. Initiating removal: erasing soul imprint. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed. Initiating removal: erasing soul imprint. Removal failed. Removal failed. Removal failed … " Zhao Hai froze at the looping alerts, which persisted dozens of times. He also discerned the nuance in the Space's report. Were the finger merely harboring a wisp of divine sense, the alert would cite only a program elimination. But mentioning a soul imprint signified more: both divine sense and soul mark resided within. Thus, the finger's owner had attained true blood rebirth. Given time and a nurturing soul environment, eradication proved impossible. It would evolve into a fresh Forefather Corpse Demon.

Such an adversary marked Zhao Hai's inaugural encounter. Though lower realms spoke of blood-drop rebirth, the Flying Chiliocosm seemed to have nullified it. Zhao Hai believed that lower-realm blood rebirth paled as imitation. Conversely, this finger embodied genuine blood rebirth. Even ensconced in the Space, its soul mark resisted erasure. This defined authentic blood rebirth.

Nonetheless, Zhao Hai refused to yield. He swiftly formed hand seals and bellowed, “Forward!” Concurrently, his hands shaped the Sun Seal. An intricate, circular seal erupted from his palms and struck the finger.

Myriad strands of black Qi flared upon the finger, clashing against the seal. At that instant, the Space's killing energy surged forth. Caught between dual assaults, the black Qi on the finger yielded, gradually dissipating until total annihilation.

The instant the black gas fully vanished, the Space announced, “Hostile program removal complete. Hostile soul imprint obliteration complete. Detecting high-level death energy carrier. Extracting energy. Energy integrated into Space. Energy transferred to host!” Accompanying the announcement, a ashen energy streamed into Zhao Hai's form. His dharmic powers swelled mightily. He knew the breakthrough neared. Closing his eyes, he guided his body's dharmic powers, immersing himself in the surging force.

This constituted pure death energy, intensely potent, yet oddly infused with a sliver of vitality. Akin to Yin-Yang dynamics—born from extremes, interdependent—life and death intertwined. Life birthed death; energy mirrored this. Absent that vital spark in the death energy, the Corpse Demon Ancestor couldn't persist. Pure death energy equaled demise. Thus, life and death coexisted eternally.

With this realization dawning, Zhao Hai experienced a thunderous rumble within. Transformations stirred in his body: his self-Dao dharmic powers evolved, his Dharma form shifted. Crucially, the Heaven and Earth Talisman at his brow emerged, orbiting overhead in ceaseless rotation. Innumerable laws—of life, death, Yin, Yang, and cosmic principles—flooded his consciousness. Enlightenment washed over him, linking prior insights into a cohesive whole. His grasp on heavenly truths deepened profoundly. Simultaneously, fresh revelations illuminated his Golden Lotus Hands Sutra Transformation. The Buddha within his dharmic power sprouted myriad arms. Each arm enacted a distinct technique, with the Buddha demonstrating endless arts. Zhao Hai found himself captivated, scrutinizing each one meticulously.

Each glimpse of an arm wielding a technique deepened Zhao Hai's mastery of it. Upon full comprehension, the technique morphed into a rune, embedding itself in the Buddha's gently clasped palms.

As runes accumulated sequentially, a singular rune manifested upon the Buddha's hands, expanding and refining. Once all known arts—the Divine Design Technique, Golden Lotus Nine Transformations Scroll, and beyond—converted to runes, the Buddha's rune achieved wholeness. This flawless rune was none other than Zhao Hai's acquired Heaven and Earth Rune.