Dream Picking Records

Chapter 401 Gently Break

"There is one thing I want to tell you in advance. There is a secret hidden in Yama's coming to the world. Only by cracking its secret can you truly cultivate it to perfection. Although it was created by our ancestors, we, the descendants, do not know how to do it. Either we are not talented enough to practice it, or something goes wrong and we become possessed. Your qualifications are not a problem. What I am worried about is another point. Remember not to exert your full strength, otherwise you will be retaliated and transformed into an evil spirit, killing everyone." Yan Liang warned.

"I will keep your words in mind."

After Wang Xiao expressed his gratitude, the two began to exchange techniques. He was very discerning; he had realized the extraordinary nature of this technique when he saw Yan Liang perform it in Kangcheng. Now, after reading it in detail, he could even more deeply appreciate its uniqueness and power.

Common amplification secrets or methods are crude and crude, with significant side effects. They often lack mental control, leading to overexcitement and loss of self. This method shares these drawbacks, but the difference is that the amplification it provides is tied to one's potential. The greater the potential, the greater the amplification. Those with less potential cannot comprehend or even grasp its potential. Furthermore, as long as one's mind is sufficiently strong, it can be controlled below the threshold of sanity loss, with the only side effect being a significant loss of spiritual energy. Of course, this assumes one does not exceed this threshold, otherwise one will only become more completely lost. This is precisely what Yan Liang warned about. The incredible thing is that if one can crack this secret, one can maintain mental clarity even when exerting all their strength.

On the other side, a satisfied expression appeared on Yan Liang's face.

"It's amazing! I feel like my understanding of the exercises I've learned has deepened!"

"The way of change of all things in the universe is just an appearance. The key is to be able to deduce the core technique of the object of change. Because it is not a true mastery, you need to be in a state of understanding. Use your own body to apply other people's methods. Only when you see yourself clearly can you imitate others." Wang Xiao explained to him.

"You are from the same clan. It won't be a problem to change your appearance and deceive them after you get the upper hand."

"Well, I need two more days to adjust and get more familiar with it."

Wang Xiao and Yan Liang continued their cultivation at the Taoist temple, discussing any problems they encountered. Time quickly passed to the fourth day. After bidding farewell, Yan Liang transformed himself into Yan Kun and returned to his clan. Wang Xiao then journeyed to Luankong City to see if there was any news of Xia Daoling. He seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, and no matter how hard Pan Donglin's northern forces searched, they could find him.

In the green valley, Shi Xiang was accompanying Wang Xiao, who looked like a bloody man. In front of them was a large formation that covered up the blood.

"Open."

"Yes!"

Shi Xiang took out the newly crafted token and silently chanted a new spell to activate the formation. A foul odor immediately assaulted his face, making him nauseous. He stepped into the formation and observed it for a moment, realizing that it operated by crushing corpses and transporting them to a lake several dozen miles away.

He controlled a corpse and threw it into the magic circle, and found that the crushing force of the magic circle was not particularly strong, and any monk with a higher level of cultivation could withstand it.

"Can I enter the Blood Lake through here? No, it's not safe to experiment on corpses."

Wang Xiao muttered to himself, and suddenly he noticed Shi Xiang next to him. After obtaining the new spell, he was originally worthless, but now he has it again.

"come here."

"What's the matter, sir!"

Shi Xiang approached with an attentive look, but Wang Xiao raised his hand to restrain him, and he immediately revealed a look of fear. However, he couldn't express his doubts, and was thrown into the formation by Wang Xiao as an experimental subject.

"Not too strong. It's already a bit difficult to deal with cultivators around the middle stage of Hedao."

Wang Xiao, after making his assessment, followed closely behind, resisting the crushing force of the formation and drifting along the current. Not long after, he reached the bottom of the Blood Lake again. Many strange fish had respawned. With a gentle wave of his hand, the monsters shattered, each one becoming nutrients for him. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

Re-examining the corpse in front of him, Wang Xiao, who had some understanding of life and death, still found no signs of it reviving.

"It's unknown how long ago the corpse was dead. Even if the Netherworld Blood Skull had special means, it wouldn't necessarily succeed. But we must be on guard..."

The principles of life and death were too profound, and he feared his limited vision prevented him from understanding them. So, he grasped one of his ribs, ready to break it. He groaned, then exerted force with both arms.

"boom!"

The sound of the fists colliding far outweighed the crisp crack of the bones breaking. Wang Xiao was puzzled. This was too easy. The bones were not as hard as he had imagined. It could even be said that it was too easy.

"A blind trick?"

Wang Xiao's first reaction was that he'd been tricked. The corpses here had been replaced by Netherworld Blood Skulls, leaving behind only fake ones to distract attention. However, he didn't have time to dwell on it, as a massive object crashed into the water overhead, hurtling towards him at breakneck speed. Upon noticing it, he immediately used his Shadow Stealth Technique to escape.

The enormous creature was a giant python. If Wang Xiao were still alive, he would have recognized it. The first time he entered the lake, he was met with a light whip from its tail. Staring at the broken bones and Shi Xiang, who had just emerged from his coma and was bewildered, the python lolled its tongue, its vertical pupils emitting a signal of extreme danger. As Wang Xiao emerged from the lake, the water began to boil. The python had swallowed Shi Xiang in a single gulp and was writhing underwater, venting its rage.

Wang Xiao quietly left the valley and gazed from afar, wondering how the Nether Blood Skull would react to the news. A moment later, a ball of light suddenly shot towards him. Within the ball of light was a piece of paper. He took it and opened it. The word "leave" was written on it. It wasn't a warning, but an exhortation. He glanced around but didn't see anyone else.

"Are there any masters?"

As the saying goes, listen to advice and eat your fill. Wang Xiao did not act stubbornly. He went around in circles and returned to Luankong City.

In the afternoon, a familiar scene unfolded. A group of soldiers arrived at Luankong City. They split into two groups: one heading straight for the City Lord's Mansion, and the other heading straight for the corpse pit hidden by the formation. Others also headed for the Blood Lake outside the valley. They were furious at the scene before them, but they dared not speak, their anger suppressed.

Wang Xiao waited nearby for a long time until midnight, when a human wearing a ghost mask sneaked into the City Lord's Mansion of Luankong City and met with the leader of the above-mentioned group.

The demon leader was a middle-aged man named Xuemu. Though he was in his prime, full of vitality, he displayed the hallmarks of the Netherworld Blood Skull Clan, and was unusually emaciated. He casually tossed aside the half-broken corpse and questioned, "This man was the Lord of Luankong City, approved by State Master Pan. However, he arbitrarily activated the magic circle and appeared at the bottom of the Blood Lake. Because he destroyed the remains of the ancestor, the rock python devoured him."

The man opposite looked down at Shi Xiang and sneered, "Him? A loser who just broke through to the fourth level of He Dao because of the medicine rewarded by the National Master. Can he hurt a corpse in the slightest? Could it be that you don't want to contribute and are just making a joke of yourselves?"

"King of Quelling Rebellion! What do you mean? Don't think that you can ignore words and talk nonsense just because you have joined the upper class! The national teacher and mother are on the same level, but you are outsiders no matter what, and you should keep your head down!" Xuemu roared.

"What do I mean? Haha, everyone knows that you, the Nether Blood Skulls, are ambitious. Some of the Four Emperors have been infiltrated by you, right? It won't matter even if the corpses are gone." The masked man's voice became louder and louder, and he was not afraid at all that people outside could hear him.