Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter

Chapter 571 - 182: Seed of Thought Sown in Yin Yang Soil, an Unexpected Conclusion

This battle, whether for Li Yuan or Qing Hancheng, was not just an ordinary duel with the objective of "victory or death."

Much like the Sixth Grade breaking into the Fifth Grade, the two need to thoroughly understand each other in their clash, to merge each other’s Talisman Seed, and now these two have somewhat of that same intention...

Defeating the opponent makes one’s flesh and blood power more skilled, more in harmony;

Destroying the opponent makes one’s will more firm, the belief more perfect;

Through fierce bloodshed, one understands oneself and the opponent, thereby exploring unknown new Domains together.

The two need to battle, to kill each other, but would not directly attack; instead, they were "a grand feast" for each other, waiting to see who would consume whom in the end.

Thus, after confirming that the big guy in front of him was a good opponent, Qing Hancheng began to worry about his Weapon being inadequate. Even considering delaying the battle, he wanted to forge a good Weapon for him first.

Because he needed his opponent to be as strong as possible, only then could his breakthrough be complete and smooth.

As for losing?

He would not lose.

Qing Hancheng always had the heart of a strongman.

Whoever made the first move didn’t matter.

Seeing his opponent reveal a finger without moving, Qing Hancheng made the first move.

He didn’t use the "Blood Domain."

The "Blood Domain" was something any Fourth Grade could use; using it would lower his value and be meaningless.

Perhaps his heart was dark, but his eyes were bright at this moment.

He held the Withered and Flourishing Sword, and then the earth around him suddenly made a rustling sound, like the first fall of spring rain, like the initial rise of the sea tide, everywhere...

And in the next instant, thick criss-crossing green vines and plants emerged abruptly from the ground, quickly constructing an ancient Giant’s Garden.

Aerial roots hanging from the sky, withered overlapping vine coils, old discs of fallen branches piled on the ground, newly sprouted thick vine trunks, bizarre ant-sized red flowers, human-height green grass, fruits emitting a sweet fragrance...

"An illusion?"

Li Yuan asked a question without expecting an answer.

On the other side, Qing Hancheng was already speaking.

"Since there exists an untouchable Ghost Realm in the world, what then is illusion, and what is reality?"

He continued unhurriedly, "Mortals all think thoughts are illusory, extinguishing one thought with another, without any cherishing or reverence.

They do not know that thoughts are originally seeds of the Divine Spirit, and if they encounter Yin Yang Soil, they can... create a world with a single thought.

Experience my world, a power I recently comprehended, a power that can only be born through this Withered and Flourishing Sword."

Li Yuan was feeling.

He was already in this garden, yet suddenly felt a door to a new world open to him.

And in this delicate perception, he noticed every flower and every plant in the garden emitted intense malice, definitely not just a mere thought.

Therefore, he said, "This Withered and Flourishing Sword contains the thoughts of the Hall Masters from successive generations, right? With these thoughts, plus your own, you can construct this garden. But when you use this power, haven’t your thoughts already entered this sword, right?"

"Your thought is just one of the many in there, so... this sword is not wielded by you against me, but by the Hall Masters of successive generations."

"But, Qing Hancheng, have you ever considered a question?"

Qing Hancheng looked at the big guy in front of him, listening to his calm words. He didn’t utter anything like "You do have issues," saying such things would depreciate his value, had Qing Hancheng never performed? What kind of big problem was this?

He thought for a moment and said, "I have thought about it."

"Do you know what I mean?"

"You think I’ll end up like the Hall Masters of preceding generations, becoming just a thought in this Withered and Flourishing Sword.

However, I am not worried..."

"Oh?"

"If one worries about this and that, how could one breakthrough?"

The Ink Plum Robe billowed violently.

Qing Hancheng levitated and said, "First, take this move, don’t disappoint me."

As soon as the words were finished, Li Yuan felt the sky turn dark, and a black curtain appeared with pairs of ferocious eyes; those were the eyes in the garden, every plant now had eyes.

Li Yuan recalled his Fourth Lady also used this move, which was "Shocking Eyes" in the Withering and Flourishing Skill, but what his Fourth Lady wielded was like heaven and earth compared to this before him, utterly incomparable.

’The essence should still be the transformation of Yin and Yang.’

’Yang governs flesh and blood, form.’

’Yin governs the Divine Soul, formless.’

’Thoughts are formless, naturally Yin... but how could these Yin Seeds grow such a large garden in some Yin Yang Soil? This remains unknown.’

’And now this garden, what kind of existence is it really?’

Li Yuan inwardly praised, no matter how this battle turned out, at least he had gained insight, insight into fighting styles beyond the Fourth Grade.

’An attack, perhaps?’

He lifted his head expectantly, fingers slightly moving, drawing out afterimages, a trace of somber red light flowed naturally from his body, emerged at his fingertips, meeting a suddenly lunging vine in the darkness.

Tss!

A melting sound.

The vine shattered.

But Li Yuan’s pupils revealed astonishment.

This vine was real!!

Something genuinely came out of nothing!

Suddenly, he thought of his own son.

His own son’s unique "clone," wasn’t it also the creation of reality out of nothing?

No!

Not out of nothing, but a peculiar transformation generated from a Seed of Thought entering the Yin Yang.

This wasn’t completely real, but it was infinitely close to reality.

But his son hadn’t reached this Realm at all; why could he do it?

Just because he was Innate Shadow Blood?