Only My Way

【Thousand Poison Bone-Corroding Hand】, 【Poison Devouring Blood Refining Art】, 【Ten Thousand Poison Body Forging Secret】…

It wasn't just various cultivation methods that required potent poison to practice.

Because those poisonous mists often contained a large amount of mineral dust and metallic dust.

Certain esoteric cultivation methods that previously required metals or ores for practice.

Were now also able to display their effects.

Hmm…

Functioning as a part of 《The Way of Me》.

Ever since following some divinely inspired instinct and accidentally creating 《The Way of Me》.

Ling Wuyuan had been constantly disassembling the essence and mysteries of various cultivation methods that he had already comprehended, and then turning them into nourishment.

Allowing 《The Way of Me》 to continuously grow and complete itself.

Allowing 《The Way of Me》 to absorb all the most useful parts of various cultivation methods, and transform them into the supreme mysteries most suited to Ling Wuyuan…

Now.

As an aggregate of hundreds of cultivation methods of varying levels.

Faced with the surrounding poisonous mists, 《The Way of Me》 was finally revealing some of its own unique mysteries.

While being able to extract the most toxic poisons from within the poisonous mists.

Even the essence of metals and stones contained within could also be swallowed and absorbed by 《The Way of Me》, turning it into food that could promote its own growth…

Even.

In the realm invisible to the naked eye.

Many strange energies were also being absorbed by Ling Wuyuan.

That was energy from various objects and even from the earth's veins.

Although he didn't know if they were similar to radiation energy.

Ling Wuyuan could still use his sixth sense to judge one thing, and that was that he could absorb them and transform them for his own use!

At this moment.

His special physique and special talent gave him the foundation to accommodate all things.

And 《The Way of Me》, born from him, gave him the method to accommodate all things.

The two combined.

Made things twice as effective with half the effort!!

In an instant.

As 《The Way of Me》 continued to operate at high speed.

Ling Wuyuan was not only getting stronger.

The injuries on his body.

The injuries he suffered in order to forcibly accommodate the sword intent that could cleave open ancient ruins were also rapidly recovering.

If the perspective were changed from macroscopic to microscopic.

Everyone could even see that, within Ling Wuyuan's body, the organs and even cells that made up his body were all undergoing changes.

Just like some kind of metal being repeatedly tempered!!

Stronger cells.

Stronger flesh and blood.

Stronger bones.

Stronger skin.

…

The evolution pursued by the human body was nothing more than this.

Now.

Ling Wuyuan was walking on that broad road.

At the same time.

While his physical body was undergoing transformation.

Ling Wuyuan did not forget to invest some of his attention into the depths of his mind.

Repeatedly observing that trace of sword intent existing within his own heart…

During this process.

As that wisp of sword light constantly emerged in the depths of his heart.

His body was also continuously suffering damage.

If it weren't for the support of the surging, incomparably toxic mists deep underground and the large amount of medicinal pills he had taken beforehand.

Even with his extraordinary recovery ability.

Ling Wuyuan would have found it difficult to withstand this continuous destructive force.

That feeling was as if he was using the most violent forging method to forge himself…

However.

The results were also gratifying.

This crude and completely cruel method.

Not only could it greatly stimulate the potential within Ling Wuyuan's body, causing 《The Way of Me》 to operate faster and faster, but it could also allow him to quickly adapt to the corresponding types of damage.

Even though the adaptation process was extremely slow due to the extremely sublime nature of the opponent's power.

However, as time continued to pass.

Ling Wuyuan could still perceive that his body and soul were indeed gaining some kind of resistance.

A kind of resistance that was slowly becoming stronger.

At the same time.

Through fearless and repeated probing.

Ling Wuyuan had also forcibly comprehended some relatively superficial subtleties from that wisp of sword intent based on his own comprehension ability.

He also vaguely realized that if his foundation was deep enough, and he could repeatedly observe this wisp of sword intent, then he would have a high probability of following the path and mysteries of that wisp of sword intent and independently comprehending a set of powerful sword techniques from it, the actual level of which was unknown, but at least it would be a peerless sword technique of the 【True Form Realm】 or even the 【Heart Domain Realm】!

Presumably, this situation.

For any swordsman, would be an irresistible temptation.

Completely worth them risking their lives and forgetting death to invest all their efforts into it!

But… for that kind of thing, although Ling Wuyuan couldn't say that he was completely uninterested, he only regarded it as some kind of second-best idea.

For him.

What he wanted to do most was to forcibly conquer that wisp of sword intent.

Following the path of that wisp of sword intent and comprehending a set of sword techniques from it like imitating a tiger from a drawing of a cat?

Although that kind of thing was not bad.

But that was really not what he wanted.

Ultimately.

Ling Wuyuan was not a swordsman.

Although he used a sword.

He never called himself a swordsman.

Thoroughly understand that wisp of sword intent.

And then use the other party as a whetstone.

Use it to sharpen himself.

Use the will of the strong to train his own will.

And ultimately make himself stronger than the other party.

This was what he wanted to do.

First observe, then learn, then seek progress, and finally achieve transcendence.

In Ling Wuyuan's view.

Things should be like this.

Simply comprehending a set of sword techniques from it.

Could not satisfy him at all.

That kind of thing, in his eyes, was like picking up scraps from others and regarding them as treasures.

What he needed was never someone else's path.

That was only something to be used for reference and comparison.

What he wanted was always a path that belonged only to himself.

Even if the owner of that wisp of sword intent was incomparably powerful, and just a wisp of sword intent left over from countless years ago was enough to severely injure him, so what? One day, I will definitely surpass the other party.

In short, from the very beginning.

Ling Wuyuan's ultimate goal was to use the same amount of will in his sea of consciousness to contend with the other party's will and win.

He believed that only in that way could he prove his own excellence and success.

Although the other party was lofty and powerful.

They were only his resources.

He could respect them a little, but he must never fear them!

No matter how powerful an existence.

Ling Wuyuan would never fear the other party.

Even if he was beaten to death by the other party.

He being beaten to death by the other party.

Could only prove that his hard power was indeed inferior to the other party.

If he developed emotions of fear.

Then it would prove that his heart and his will were not as good as the other party.

That kind of situation was far more unacceptable to Ling Wuyuan than mere death.

A person can die, but the heart cannot lose.

Therefore, even if he was injured on the spot every time he visualized the wisp of sword intent in the depths of his heart, Ling Wuyuan never gave up his actions.

In his eyes.

This was a process that he would inevitably cross, just like some kind of trial that he must face in his life.

PS: There are only two chapters tonight.