My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1155: Burying the Old, Opening a New Path

The clone Li Ping distinctly noticed that the arms shredded by Master Yin's fangs exhibited no trace of blood.

Rather, they overflowed with dark pus.

Amid the pus, innumerable minuscule tentacle-resembling faces in torment unleashed piercing, ghostly cries. Nevertheless, Master Yin paid them no heed and devoured them straight away.

Puff...

Master Yin's flesh appeared to be rent by an invisible blade, as the tentacles he ingested burrowed out from his form again.

Yet on this occasion, every face had morphed into replicas of Master Yin himself!

Li Ping concealed himself in a nook of this altered dimension, silently watching the transformations unfolding before him.

Outwardly, it resembled Master Yin's wild, flesh-devouring rampage.

In reality, it represented the merging and clashing of laws from various shattered realms.

Signified utter turmoil, disarray, and ruin.

It resembled dumping into a refuse pile, where they savagely assaulted one another for the faintest prospect of endurance.

The battle among the world spectres concluded swiftly.

Maybe because this domain differed from the original Xuanhuang Realm, or owing to the safeguarding of the Great Qi Holy Dynasty's fortune, the descended phantoms proved far inferior in strength to Master Yin.

Once he engulfed all the limbs strewn about the ground into his abdomen,

The fissures marring his skin gradually mended.

“It's been ages since I savored such a treat; I did miss it somewhat.”

Master Yin's voice shed its earlier strange dual timbre, reverting to an ordinary human tone.

Still, the aura he casually released caused Li Ping, armed with perfected Soul Transformation might, to sense needles jabbing his spine, a hidden chill gripping his core.

Master Yin bore no malice, however. Having neutralized the lurking danger from the phantoms, he promptly commenced practicing [Foundation Built Upon Oneself].

Li Ping squinted his eyes. From his perspective, the law undulations encircling Master Yin were swiftly fading.

They didn't evaporate without reason but were gradually pulled inside Master Yin's frame.

Master Yin's silhouette wavered like drifting mist, fluid and erratic. The faces he incorporated resurfaced upon his epidermis.

Fear roamed ceaselessly over them as they fought to escape his form.

It seemed like Master Yin's physique had abruptly grown more than a hundred pulsating flesh growths poised to explode anytime. Hideous and horrifying.

Yet Master Yin stayed completely steadfast.

He remained seated in serene contemplation, betraying no hint of alarm.

Bit by bit, those faces appeared drawn by an invisible pull, withdrawing deeper into his being.

One after another, the growths dissolved, and Master Yin's features steadily normalized.

When the excess law presence that Li Ping detected fully receded, Master Yin abruptly unveiled his eyes.

His stare diverged from the prior frenzy and fixation; it now resembled a tranquil abyss, limpid and calm.

“With Me as Foundation.” He examined his hands, entranced.

"How does it feel?" Li Ping inquired.

Master Yin offered no reply. Rather, he aimed straight at Li Ping.

Boom!

Nine golden dragons materialized abruptly, thundering as they twisted guardedly around Li Ping.

Under Li Ping's soles, a mire had formed unnoticed at some point.

Li Ping's form was quietly being engulfed by the mire.

In Li Ping's senses, the total fortune of the Great Qi Holy Dynasty resembled a container pierced by a tiny breach: it was consistently draining out.

Though the fortune's depletion proceeded at a gradual pace, he couldn't devise a method to seal it right then.

The golden dragons whirled about him, emitting a shielding radiance that defended Li Ping over the mire.

He refrained from striking back. Instead, he marveled aloud: "Impressive techniques, sir."

With a flick of his wrist, Master Yin erased the mire under Li Ping's feet in an instant: "This marks the world's deadliest curse of resentment in its final throes."

"In earlier times, summoning such a curse of resentment would have burdened me heavily. At minimum, I'd endure half a year in a foggy mental haze. But now..."

Master Yin raised his finger to his sight.

On his fingertip, the mire abruptly reformed.

It was securely restrained, twisting solely within the bounds of his index finger.

"All that resides in my body forms the bedrock of my cultivation."

"Responding to my intent, one mere thought is enough." Master Yin whispered.

Afterward, Master Yin elaborated thoroughly to Li Ping on his sensations following the self-foundation building, along with his grasp of the "New New Method" path.

"The New Method of the Immortal Ancestor truly amounts to an unfathomable restraint forced upon every cultivator in the world atop the current cultivation framework. Once you embark on cultivation, this restraint integrates into you. Moreover, every upcoming bottleneck on the cultivation journey has been eroded with apertures of precise forms."

"Merely by donning the restraint and matching those exact forms can you advance."

As Master Yin expounded, symbols emerged in the air in front of him, assembling automatically and inscribing themselves.

"While the new method of foundation built upon oneself entails merging this self-imposed restraint into one's very body!"

"Regarding the obstacles ahead, regardless of their severity, you can adjust and reshape using your own essence..."

Master Yin elaborated extensively, and Li Ping absorbed it with full concentration.

"For example, should you desire to practice 'Foundation Built Upon Oneself,' you might have to refine and incorporate this whole dynasty into your body..." he remarked abruptly.

Li Ping reflected briefly, attaining some comprehension: "Should that hold true, I suspect my Heavenly Emperor Qi Classic, together with the myriad subjects of Great Qi, would all halt at the precise moment of my integration."

"With Foundation Built Upon Oneself, it inters all prior accomplishments and forges an endless road toward the future..."

Master Yin applauded enthusiastically: "Exactly right!"

The symbols in front of him at last coalesced, forming a slender volume. Master Yin grasped this treatise of realizations, his expression beaming with delight.

Despite it being his personal distillation, one he comprehended profoundly, Master Yin still leafed through it with evident pleasure multiple times.

But upon eyeing the empty sheets beyond, a shadow of concern flickered over his visage.

"Primordial Golden Core. What defines Primordial?"

...

Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, Alliance Headquarters.

Since Yan Huan's departure, no further outsiders had accessed the Derivation Law Space.

Clearly, the repercussions of the previous ferocious curse assault lingered, and Yan Huan's prior entry had been an exceptional allowance.

Five centuries of vigilance weren't so readily overcome.

Consequently, Guardian Elders Zhang Xu and Hua Yueye each possessed their unique supreme arts for passing the hours.

Zhang Xu had cultivated an everyday mortal realm inside his sea of consciousness.

He then isolated a thread of his consciousness from his awareness and plunged it in, to undergo the ups and downs of myriad extraordinary existences through cycles of rebirth.

As for Hua Yueye, he had divided off an alternate self.

The "pair" of them engaged in Dao discussions, exchanging blows in combat.

No entity comprehends oneself more than oneself, thus their thoughts aligned flawlessly: such bliss.

Regarding Li Fan, he avoided such intricate diversions.

While examining the newest array derivations from the Final Dissociation Disc, he also monitored the happenings tied to the Holy Embryo and his clone.