Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8614: Fundamental _1

For a towering tree to flourish, its roots must be deeply planted first. The might of a cultivation technique ties directly to its foundational strength. Cultivators cherish their foundation immensely. Without a solid base, no one can progress far on the path. Hence, the foundation carries supreme importance.

The Golden Lotus nine changes Sutra draws from the nine-word mantra emblems, themselves rooted in the 'confrontation' handprint. Thus, the confrontation handprint holds paramount significance. Mastering it grants the base for all nine-word mantra emblems. Only with those emblems fully formed can the Golden Lotus nine changes Sutra be deemed whole.

Yet, grasping this foundation proved no simple task. The nine-word mantra palm embraced all things, requiring boundless inclusivity to serve as its core. Such tolerance alone allows one to establish that foundation. Zhao Hai, however, had absorbed countless cultivation methods, turning the selection of one as his base into a thorny dilemma.

Seated within the spatial city, Zhao Hai delved into his vast knowledge, seeking a cultivation method worthy of his foundation. Which technique could claim that role? Sword paths? No, they demand utter focus without room for breadth. Body refinement? Equally specialized. The same held for others. A real challenge.

While pondering and cultivating, he closely watched his Dharma power. This Dharma power stood uniquely apart, emerging only after he grasped the Golden Lotus nine transformations Scripture. It wove in heaven and earth talismans, the Golden Lotus, the Buddhist golden body, plus the mountain of corpses and sea of blood within his palm. Truly, his Dharma power outshone that of fellow cultivators.

But what lay at the origin of it all? This question spurred Zhao Hai to inspect his Dharma power with keen focus. In a flash of insight, enlightenment dawned. He saw the true foundation clearly: his Dharma power itself, upheld by two mighty pillars—one the heavenly talismans, the other his body.

Heaven and earth runes encompassed everything, with all worldly phenomena manifesting as runes—perfectly aligning with the all-embracing trait of the Lin word true Yan. Zhao Hai's body required no further acclaim; its strength was immense, forged from myriad bloodlines dominated by the giant's devouring lineage, yielding a bloodline force of extraordinary potency. This power rivaled the heaven and earth runes without question. Therefore, the runes and his body indeed formed the perfect foundation.

This epiphany flooded Zhao Hai with clarity. He shut his eyes at once, honing his newfound concept. He felt certain the true path lay before him. Just as he envisioned, Zhao Hai proceeded to blend his body, the Lotus, and heaven and earth runes into the Lin mantra.

A deafening blast rocked Zhao Hai's mind suddenly. His thoughts blanked out next. Time froze solid, space evaporated away. He arrived in a realm of utter darkness, barren of time, space, or any existence—everything suspended in stillness. Then, at some point, Zhao Hai perceived a tiny spark of light, which grew steadily brighter until it blazed, flooding the whole world in radiance.

A piercing white light flashed next. Zhao Hai regained sensation of his body, time, space, and position. Yet he sensed a profound change within. Perplexed, he gazed about, uncertain of what had transpired.

Surveying his surroundings, Zhao Hai at last pinpointed the shift. The world through his eyes grew far sharper. Colors bloomed richer than ever before. Grass pulsed with heightened vitality. Even specks of dust drifting in the air sharpened into view.

Zhao Hai concentrated his gaze upon a tiny speck of dust. In an instant, that speck ballooned massively before his eyes, swelling to an astonishingly vast size. Every detail upon it stood out crystal clear to him. He could even spot innumerable minuscule beings scurrying across its surface. These beings were utterly minuscule, their lifespans heartbreakingly brief. In the span of one breath, they underwent multiple cycles of birth and death. Their existences were fleeting beyond measure, yet undeniably real.

This discovery left Zhao Hai stunned, but he swiftly regained his composure. His present power dwarfed anything from before. He quickly examined the Dharma power coursing through his body, finding it utterly transformed. An boundless reservoir of Dharma power now filled him. Within his meridians, it rushed like a mighty, expansive river. Even as it roared forward, it kept pulling in ambient spiritual Qi—truly inexhaustible.

Zhao Hai then inspected his Dharma idol, realizing it too had undergone a profound shift. It bore no resemblance to its former self. Previously, runes of heaven and earth formed the foundational earth, upon which a Golden Lotus blossomed. Atop that Golden Lotus sat a Buddha body, radiating Dharma power evoking a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, encircled by nine Godheads.

Yet now, his Dharma idol manifested differently: a colossal Buddha enthroned on a Lotus platform. A circular halo of Buddha light gleamed behind its head, bathing the 3000 realms in radiance. Within that glow, the faint outlines of heaven and earth runes shimmered. Sixteen arms sprouted from the Buddha's back, grouped in pairs, each shaping distinct handprints. Every handprint cradled a godhood, and inside each godhood spun an entire world. Countless tiny figures populated these realms—some honing cultivation techniques, others murmuring sutras softly, a few mastering spells, delving into mechanisms, poring over texts, or directing fierce battles. They seemed vibrantly alive.

Before this towering Buddha, two arms executed the acalanātha seal. A divine spark nestled within that seal, and inside the spark perched a figure atop a talisman of heaven and earth, steadfast as a mountain. This represented his current Dharma idol. One glance told Zhao Hai he had triumphed.

Steadying his mind, Zhao Hai attuned to his Golden Lotus nine transformations. He discovered it far easier to deploy now, its might greatly enhanced. Any cultivation technique he knew could spring forth with a mere thought. He could even convert such techniques directly into runes.

Understanding this, Zhao Hai at once channeled his mental energy to his hand and finger. The corpse demon forefather's finger had long fused with his left index finger. He could wield it previously, yet its handprint's tier surpassed his own—like grasping a formidable weapon he could swing but not command freely. It guzzled spiritual energy excessively, often outstripping his reserves. This had become Zhao Hai's benchmark for power. He was certain that wielding this finger with effortless grace, as naturally as his own, would equip him to battle upper realm titans. Fear of them would evaporate, and the Bloody Massacre Sect could boldly declare itself in the Blood Sea Realm.

 Zhao Hai couldn't manage this in the past, but now he itched to test his limits. Focusing mind power on his left hand, he abruptly noticed the corpse demon forefather's finger—once merged into his own—had vanished. Zhao Hai froze in shock. A closer inspection confirmed the old master corpse demon’s finger was truly gone, baffling him completely.

Pondering briefly, Zhao Hai pieced together the reason for the finger's disappearance. His strength had elevated to match the finger's, enabling his bloodline to assimilate it fully. Before, his inadequacy kept his bloodline too weak for absorption. But now, with sufficient power, his bloodline instinctively activated, devouring the finger outright.

Zhao Hai exhaled a deep sigh. Yet he didn't rise right away. Instead, he gently closed his eyes, acclimating to his body and surging new power. He required a precise grasp of its strength to truly comprehend and harness it optimally.

After passing an indeterminate stretch of time, Zhao Hai at last comprehended the full scope of his own strength. Simultaneously, he realized that his path bore a striking resemblance to a refiner's. The blood lotus served as his life weapon. Even as the core of the space, it remained unequivocally his life weapon. Energy drawn in by the blood lotus flowed not directly into his body. This mechanism accounted for his astonishingly rapid surge in power.

The blood slaughter saber, God slaying saber, black sword, boat, and yin Wind Ghost flag were merely magical artifacts nurtured within the blood lotus. None of them counted as Zhao Hai’s life-bound magical artifacts. His sole life-bound magical artifact was the Golden Lotus. Naturally, Zhao Hai had no plans to wield the Golden Lotus in battle at present. His existing magic weapons proved more than sufficient. In truth, Zhao Hai felt that scant few cultivators in the blood sea realm—or even at this tier—deserved facing his magic weapons. Their prowess simply couldn't compare to his.

All at once, Zhao Hai recalled he hadn't checked the boundless space yet. He swiftly examined its interior and noted the hundred Spirit Tree had shot up taller, while the spirit Qi in the boundless space grew even denser. Most crucially, the boundless space had leveled up. Space had expanded further, and every living being within had advanced as well. Clearly, this enlightenment delivered tremendous benefits to him.