Walking Crane

My name is Qi Yuan, and I am a time traveler who now holds the esteemed title of the eldest martial brother at Seven Colours Peak. I am armed with a game jade slip capable of connecting realms across the heavens, and blessed with the ability to unveil hidden information through my discerning eyes.

[A seemingly ordinary blade of grass reveals secrets of a clandestine meeting between True Man Ku Mu and Empress Dashang that transpired just three days prior.] 

[Her name is Ruan Yixi, who appears to be your beautiful master on the surface, but she may have a deeper connection, perhaps she is even your wife.]

[This is Heavenly Dao of the World, a Spiritual Object renowned for its significance in Foundation Establishment]

[This is a lifeless planet, a potential vessel for the creation of a Golden Elixir].

So my road of cultivation turns gradually strange.

"Heavenly Dao? A Spiritual Object for Foundation Establishment?" 

"So many desolate planets, all refined into Golden Elixir!" 

The Heavenly Dao is used as the foundation and refining stars into Golden Elixir. 

I am Qi Yuan, I become the origin of all things.

My name is Jiang Lingsu, a fellow disciple at Seven Colours Peak. My Senior Brother is mentally ill.

He is never focused on work. Nor does he like cultivation. He only loves simulation games.

Senior Brother says, "Playing games is like cultivation. It can also create a world."

One day, there is one more sun in the sky.

I ask him what it is, he says, "That is my Golden Elixir!"

This book is also titled 'Cultivation: The Jade Slip's Universe' and 'The Golden Elixir I Cultivated is a Planet,'

The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?

Facing the attack of these Realm Lords, Qi Yuan, even with the Blood Lock hanging on him, couldn't actually lock it in place.


Because the attacks were too fierce, too frequent.


Absolute Adaptation was adapting to this kind of assault, also transforming Qi Yuan, dissolving his consciousness, remaking him into... a machine that only knew slaughter.


"Indeed, even though I'm not afraid of pain and don't care about injuries, my consciousness still hampers my body!"


Injuries were real and significant, even if he disregarded them and was resistant, they instinctively affected him, making his attacks slower.


"If that's the case, then... what harm is there in having no consciousness?"


Without consciousness, even the most dreadful injuries could not affect his combat.


Chapter 563: Consciousness Dissolution, the 8th Human Enlightenment_2