Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 3955: The Art of Eternity

With a single palm, the newly formed tribulation thundercloud was instantly shattered. However, this palm also expended ninety nine percent of its power after smashing the Great Dao tribulation, it didn’t travel much farther before dissipating. Over the past hundred years, Lin Moyu’s control over his power had reached perfection. He could not only control his own strength but also sense the opponent’s power and match it accordingly. This time was no different: he sensed the strength of the Great Dao tribulation and used a similar amount of force to break it.

It was the same in the Soul Void and the real world Lin Moyu performed the same action in both realms. Little Python stared in shock; it had thought Lin Moyu was joking, but he was utterly serious.

“Master, won’t you cause trouble doing this?” Little Python asked worriedly.

Lin Moyu replied, “It shouldn’t. The Great Dao tribulation is a form of recognition if you can overcome it, it won’t make things hard for you. It’s not like the true punishment of heaven and earth.” The Elemental Lich had once violated the rules and suffered a true heavenly punishment, nearly dying. That was truly dangerous this was not.

Lin Moyu now understood the Great Dao of heaven and earth and knew his limits. The shattered tribulation began to reform this was only the beginning, not the end. As expected, Lin Moyu wasn’t surprised. Sensing the strength of the new tribulation, he struck again, his soul shattering and being reborn three times in succession. Each time, he smashed the tribulation, and after several cycles, it finally stopped reforming.

Lin Moyu faintly sensed that his Great Dao World Extinguishing Palm had been recognized and recorded by heaven and earth. At that moment, a giant eye appeared in the void the same emotionless eye as before, gazing at Lin Moyu. He smiled and greeted it: “Long time no see!”

The giant eye was cold and impassive, but Lin Moyu could see a hint of surprise, even strangeness, within it. Suddenly, a faint light appeared in the eye, cutting through the void and landing on Lin Moyu, transforming into a thin thread that sank into his soul. Only Lin Moyu could see this thread; it seemed both real and unreal.

A voice echoed from deep within his soul: “Created an eternal art, granted a wisp of heaven and earth fortune.”

A wave of understanding washed over him this thread was heaven and earth fortune, and the voice was that of the world itself. If he gathered ten such threads, he could knock on the door of the Return to Origin Land and achieve eternity. But since his Great Dao was already in the Return to Origin Land, he didn’t need heaven and earth fortune no wonder the giant eye looked at him so strangely. It really was redundant, but Lin Moyu figured a little extra fortune couldn’t hurt. If he could gather hundreds or thousands, maybe it would have other uses.

The eye watched him for a while longer, then closed and disappeared. As it shut, Lin Moyu and Little Python were plunged into darkness again. The eye’s power was still beyond Lin Moyu’s comprehension; it seemed to represent the world itself unfathomable.

Regaining his composure, Lin Moyu reflected on what he had just learned. His World Extinguishing Palm had been recognized by heaven and earth he felt a sense of accomplishment. “An eternal art… So my technique has reached the level of eternity. That means the World Extinguishing Palm is on par with the arts of the eternal beings.”

“But my cultivation at the time was already beyond eternity; it seems the issue isn’t the technique, but my own realm. Eternal beings are all Great Dao Lords, able to wield their own Great Dao, and all their techniques are rooted in it. I, on the other hand, forcibly fused many Daos together without a true core. If I become a Great Dao Lord and fuse the Immortality Great Dao into it, the World Extinguishing Palm will become even stronger.”

His eyes shone. “Then I’ll rename it the Immortality Great Dao Palm maybe I’ll get another wisp of heaven and earth fortune.”

Little Python called out, “Master, are you alright?” It could understand every word Lin Moyu said, but not their meaning when put together.

Lin Moyu laughed, “You’re not at the right realm, so you wouldn’t understand. Let’s keep going.”

Little Python obediently continued the journey.

Lin Moyu began to ponder how to refine Great Dao power. Refining a single Great Dao’s power was easy for him, but fusing and refining countless Daos together was the challenge. Using the World Extinguishing Palm as a base, he would forcibly fuse the Daos, then refine them with his soul fire. The Daos controlled by the World Extinguishing Palm could self fuse into Great Dao origin energy the very thing he needed to refine.

In theory, this was possible, but in practice, it was extremely difficult. He could only maintain the World Extinguishing Palm for two seconds, and in that time, not much could be done. After two seconds, he would die and need three seconds to be reborn, during which the soul fire would go out, causing the refining to fail.

On the journey, he kept experimenting, failing repeatedly but constantly adjusting. He carefully controlled the power of the World Extinguishing Palm, gradually reducing the amount of Daos he tried to fuse at once. If grabbing a handful didn’t work, he’d try a pinch; if that failed, even less. With so many Daos, he just tried fewer at a time.

As he left the Redstone Great Spirit Domain and entered the vacuum, he decisively took out three pieces of Redstone. As innate origin treasures, they naturally emitted Great Dao origin energy. The combined aura of three pieces was the perfect bait for attracting a Great Dao Desolate Beast.

In less than three days, a Desolate Beast arrived, drawn by the scent. The undead servants killed it without hesitation, and Lin Moyu casually collected its essence, not caring much. He was focused on refining Great Dao power, dying countless times along the way. He was long used to dying and reviving his soul had shattered more times than he’d eaten meals.

Most people would use such a resurrection talent to save their lives; only Lin Moyu used it to court death. Little Python could only watch helplessly, unable to stop him.

Days passed, and every ten days or so, another Desolate Beast would show up far more efficient than hunting them down. However, no Desolate Beast Kings appeared yet; they were still too close to the Great Spirit Domain, where innate origin treasures interfered with their senses. Once they got farther out, the kings would appear.

In the vacuum, the Great Dao power became clearer, greatly aiding Lin Moyu’s experiments. After five years, he finally succeeded: he fused a hundred Daos into a single mass, then refined it with his soul fire, keeping the fire alive during three rebirths. At last, he succeeded a drop of liquid with a strange luster appeared in his palm.

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