Unlimited Adaptation

“No——”

Yan Xing woke up from the chaos and nothingness, with a look of shock on his face, breathing heavily, and struggling to stand up, he found that his body was weaker than ever before.

“Is this, the crossover was successful?”

“What time is it now? Which era? Where am I?”

Yan Xing shook his head, his consciousness gradually regained clarity, he stood up tremblingly, looked around, and found himself standing on a mountain of corpses.

All he saw was scarlet, broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and the pungent stench made people confused.

“Yes, it’s still a human.”

Yan Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his blood-stained, slippery palm, grasped the long sword that passed through his chest, and pulled it out with force.

Puff——

The blood spurted out three feet away. For a cultivator, this injury was nothing. This person’s fatal injury was that his life orifice was shattered.

"Bad luck, I'm possessed by a corpse."

Yan Xing frowned, his powerful consciousness swept across, and instantly saw through the terrible injuries in this body.

His talents exist with consciousness, even if it travels through time and space, it still exists.

It's a pity that these talents do not recognize this strange body and cannot work on it. It's very troublesome to repair the life orifice. He might as well find a living person to possess again.

"Little brother! Little brother! Where are you! ? '

'Don't scare me, where are you, answer me quickly! '

'Little brother...'

"Huh?"

Yan Xing was about to escape his consciousness, but suddenly heard an anxious cry from his arms. He was stunned, reached into his arms, and took out a black jade token.

This is a very ancient communication tool with a very limited connection range. After the establishment of high-dimensional space and time in the future, this backward gadget has gradually been eliminated.

"Yan, Yan!?"

Looking at the words on the token, Yan Xing was stunned, then looked down at the strange body, then looked at the token, a hint of realization appeared in his eyes.

"It turns out that when consciousness travels through time and space, it is not a random possession, but is born in one of your ancestors according to the blood connection in the dark."

"Haha, interesting."

Yan Xing's mouth twitched, his eyes were a little strange, my god, the ancestor turned out to be me!

"In the normal situation, it should be reincarnation, and the consciousness is directly attached to a baby who is about to be born. I probably have a problem somewhere, and I only get a corpse."

"Forget it, the corpse is a corpse, it's not that it can't be used."

Yan Xing shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​changing his body. After all, this corpse is the blood of the Yan family. There must be a cause and effect for him to take over in the dark. It's better not to change it rashly.

"Although the times are different, the essence of this world has not changed, and its cruelty is even worse."

Yan Xing looked up and saw a river of blood and corpses everywhere in the endless wilderness. Large and small corpses were rolling like mountains.

Listening to the crying voices coming from the token, Yan Xing couldn't help but feel that the plan mentioned by the main brain could no longer be trusted. He was not sure of the time he was in.

"Repair this body first. This body is too weak!"

Yan Xing showed a look of disdain. With a thought, the gravitational field radiated and enveloped the many corpses around him. All of them floated up. Within a radius of 100 miles, a scarlet formation was established with corpses as nodes and blood as formations.

"Nine Nether Blood Evil Body Forging Formation!"

"Start——"

Yan Xing sat cross-legged on the center of the Corpse Mountain Formation, his expression solemn, and he pinched the seals in his hands repeatedly, all the free spiritual energy between heaven and earth, as well as the remaining spiritual energy in the Corpse Mountain and Sea of ​​Blood, were all attracted.

His body was now in tatters, and his spiritual energy had long been exhausted. Fortunately, his consciousness was strong enough, and it was still no problem to forcibly restrain some spiritual energy to activate the formation diagram.

Buzz!

Boom——

The corpse formation covering an area of ​​100 miles flashed a dazzling red light in the roar, like a scarlet flame, igniting all the blood and bones.

The flesh and blood melted, burned and refined by the flames, and the impurities and dregs were gone, leaving only a trace of blood essence energy, which was pulled by the formation diagram and poured into Yan Xing's body.

"Huh, comfortable."

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and the injuries on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wherever the blood energy passed, the dead air in the flesh dissipated, and life reappeared.

Not only did the injuries of the physical body heal, but it was also greatly strengthened. Unfortunately, the life orifice was different. It was not something that could be repaired by ordinary power. Yan Xing could only start from scratch, re-open the spiritual vortex, and recast the life orifice.

At this time, he couldn't help but miss Kaka. If he had a leaf of her, there would be no need for so much trouble.

"In this life, I guess I have to practice honestly like an ordinary cultivator."

Yan Xing opened his eyes. After swallowing a lot of blood and energy, the physical state has stabilized, and his consciousness can settle down.

This body was originally only in the dust realm. Now it is broken and rebuilt. It still needs a source of Tao, otherwise it cannot open the spiritual vortex.

It is different now. The talent is only used by the consciousness. The physical body cannot be protected. It cannot practice as recklessly as the original body. It will be broken if it is not careful.

His current combat power state is very similar to the situation in the virtual world, except that there is an extra physical body that is dispensable.

Yan Xing's consciousness clone has 50% of the power of the original consciousness. Combined with his innate ability, it is enough to kill a Tongtian realm cultivator. Even Stepan is not unable to fight.

This weak body naturally cannot withstand such a strong power of consciousness. Yan Xing can only carefully seal most of the power to avoid crushing the body.

『Brother! Brother! Where are you? Don't scare me...』

Yan Xing's eyebrows moved slightly, and the voice on the token became clearer and clearer, indicating that his sister in this body was approaching quickly.

His current body has been upgraded to the limit of the mortal body, no less than the original mortal body of the original body. Without the source of Tao, it can no longer be upgraded, and the surrounding sea of ​​corpses and blood has lost its effect.

Yan Xing took a step forward, his body was suspended in the air under the wrapping of the gravitational field, and walked down the mountain of corpses that had lost their essence and turned into dry bones, and stood on the ground.

After waiting for a while, a ray of light appeared in the blood-red sky, rushing towards him.

"Little brother——"

"Sister, I'm here!"

Yan Xing smiled in his eyes, and it was quite interesting to live with a different identity.

Boom! !

Red light fell to the ground, and a woman in blood-red armor stepped out, her eyebrows raised, her eyes slightly wet, and she walked to Yan Xing in two steps, stretched out her slender palm and pinched his ear directly, and the whole person was lifted up.

"Asshole! Do you want to scare me to death!?"

"Who told you to run around? Do you know how dangerous it is outside? Huh?!"

The woman was furious, her face flushed, and she was obviously very angry.

"Isn't it okay?"

Yan Xing raised his eyebrows, his expression was calm, as if he didn't feel any pain.

The moment he saw the woman, many fragmented memory fragments emerged in the mind of his body, and he took the opportunity to merge and swallow them, and learned a lot of information.

First of all, the time travel was indeed successful. The current time is 88.1 billion years of the Dark Ages of Chaos, known as the "Ten Thousand Races Fighting for Hegemony", which is also the darkest and most turbulent era since the record of civilization.

If the original historical trajectory is followed, there are still a full 10 billion years before the end of the Dark Ages.

Yan Xing frowned slightly. According to historical records, the current Nine Clan Alliance was just established not long ago, and he searched through his consciousness but could not find any trace of the main brain information flow.

If it is not wrong, the main brain should be carrying a large amount of information data to find the top leaders of the alliance, and the "high-dimensional space-time plan" was launched with the information carried by the main brain as the core.

This is the so-called "key event completion", which completes the first time loop. Other existences can no longer change this established fact by reversing time and space. The victory of the Nine Clan Alliance and the birth of high-dimensional space-time have become a foregone conclusion at this moment.

Secondly, his body is indeed the bloodline of the Yan family, although it is only from a side branch.

The establishment of the underworld is still after the high-dimensional space-time, which means that the Yan family has not yet entered the underworld and become one of the masters of the underworld.

The Yan family is now just a pure ancient family, and its power should not be underestimated. It has already shown its edge in the war of hegemony among all races.

"Eh? Little brother, you, your cultivation..."

Yan Susu's anger gradually subsided, and she immediately sensed something wrong in Yan Xing's body. She looked panicked, and she could not sense any spiritual fluctuations.

"Susu, you are not mistaken, I am lucky to be able to save my life, and if my cultivation is gone, it is gone, I will just practice again."

Yan Xing looked indifferent, and he subconsciously called out "Susu", as if it was the instinct of his body.

"You little bastard!"

Yan Susu gritted her teeth in anger, but what else can she do now? Indeed, it was God's blessing to be able to save her life.

"Hmph! It's better to lose your cultivation, so that you don't do anything wrong. You should stay in the clan honestly in the future."

"If I wasn't afraid of not being able to face my father and mother after death, I wouldn't bother to care about you!"

"Okay Susu."

Yan Xing nodded. This guy is also a poor man, also without a father or a mother.

"Don't call me Susu!"

"Okay Susu."

"Asshole——"

...

Under the leadership of Yan Susu, Yan Xing returned to the Yan family. As expected of a regional overlord, even the side branches occupied a majestic palace complex that stretched for more than ten miles.

"Stay at home and don't run around!"

Yan Susu said with a cold face, and turned to leave. When she reached the door, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

As cultivators, how could they not empathize? Who could face the loss of cultivation calmly?

I looked calm on the surface, but I was probably in extreme pain in my heart. The reason why I didn't show it was definitely because I didn't want to make her worry.

Alas——

After all, they are blood relatives. They are brothers from the same mother, and their family affection is deep in their bones. How could she bear it?

"I will report your situation to the main vein and give you a chance to enter the source tomb. If you don't listen, I won't care about you."

The source tomb is the secret place where the Yan family stores the Dao source law. When the Yan family members start practicing, they can enter it to choose the Dao source that suits them.

Yan Susu can naturally take out the ordinary Dao source law. After all, she is in charge of the branch vein and has some background.

But it is very difficult to match the Dao source above the peerless level with Yan Xing's attribute. It is better to try the source tomb, maybe there will be unexpected gains.

The Dao source law determines the future of a cultivator to a large extent, and it is not too cautious.

Hearing Yan Susu's cold words, Yan Xing laughed in his heart. This sister is tough on the surface, but she is still very soft on the inside.

"Hehe, thank you Susu."

"Humph!"

Yan Susu looked back and glared, then stepped out of the air and left. If she continued to stay, she was afraid that she would not be able to help but abuse the disabled.

"Yan Xing, Yan Xing, this is my name."

Yan Xing was lying on a rocking chair, rocking gently, whispering, and his thoughts were scattered in disorder.

The same pronunciation but different characters, a very common coincidence, saved the effort of adaptation.

Since he came here, he decided to make a good break in this time and space and leave something for his future self.

"I don't know what happened to those nine unlucky guys now."

"Alas, it's a pity, it's a pity."

Yan Xing's eyes flickered. This is an era of darkness and turmoil, but also an era full of opportunities.

He needs to improve his strength as soon as possible to be on the safe side.

"The bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish..."