Chapter 748
The Leisurely Will of the Spirit Realm
At the heart of this storm, where the elite wisdom of the Red Heart Society converged, the Heart Demon God proposed a more radical idea than Wang Meng's original plan.
His divine voice, both alluring and coldly rational, echoed throughout the temple.
Since Wang Meng has already decided to do something unprecedented, why not take even bigger and more thorough steps?
The principles of Yin and Yang emphasize governance and transformation.
[With eight goddesses of the spirit world willing to join forces, this is a golden opportunity. How can we be satisfied with merely a mild act like jointly shattering our divine positions?]
Why not seize this opportunity, using the Yin-Yang rules that Wang Meng has initially condensed as the supreme fuse and furnace, and attempt, at the moment of shattering his divine position, to forcibly unify those eight spirit realm authorities, which share the same origin but each possess unique characteristics, using the principles of Yin and Yang, and transfer them to one person?
This is not a simple act of plunder, but rather a temporary and forced unification based on the principles of Yin and Yang.
Once power is secured, proceed with the second step.
[Offer these eight unified and unprecedentedly powerful spiritual primordial authorities as a sacrifice to the supreme rules!]
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.
What is the purpose of sacrificing such a vast and complete domain authority?
The aim is to use this earth-shattering sacrifice as a catalyst to trigger a response from the supreme rules.
[Afterwards, with the help of that feedback power and the Yin-Yang rules themselves, it might be possible to skip the long accumulation process and directly rebuild the divine foundation on the ruins, ascending to the heavens in one step and entering the ranks of the top true gods, whom even the gods look up to.]
Of course, the inner demon's divine voice turned cold and sharp.
If this plan succeeds, one will naturally rise to the top in one fell swoop.
However, the risks involved will also skyrocket to an immeasurable level. A slight misstep could result in the complete annihilation of both body and soul, with even the true spirit potentially being swallowed up by the backlash of the sacrifice.
[After being frantically analyzed by the divine artifact in the center of the hall, which possessed the highest computing power of the Red Heart Society, countless data points flashed like streams of light.]
Ultimately, a chilling statistic emerged: considering Wang Meng's traits, the stability of the nascent Yin-Yang rules, the cooperation of the eight goddesses, and the success rate of the sacrificial ritual, the theoretical probability of success for this action was only 30%!
[30%!]
This number is enough to deter any rational person.
However, when this cruel yet tempting plan and its probabilities were presented to Wang Meng, who had just experienced the collapse of his divine position and was in his weakest and most sensitive state, he fell silent.
The next moment, the wills of the eight goddesses also came through the remaining connection, expressing concern, hesitation, and resolve.
After a long, seemingly frozen silence, Wang Meng slowly raised his head. His eyes held no trace of confusion or fear, only the pure, fervent spirit of a warrior forged through countless battles.
[But beneath this madness lies frozen rationality.]
He was acutely aware of the price of failure: utter and irreversible annihilation.
But he understood even more clearly the nature of the Red Heart Society and the unique nature of its own path.
If I fail in this life, it will only be to accumulate an extremely valuable experience and lesson, written with death, for my future self in the next timeline, and for all my fellow members.
[But if it succeeds, it will be a path to heaven.] [Only by facing death can one find a way out.]
[By facing death, one may reach the pinnacle of divinity.]
This insane path, named after Yin and Yang, leading to enlightenment through dual cultivation and breakthroughs through sacrifice, thus began with a thunderous roar, under the watchful eyes of countless cultivators—some horrified, some expectant, and some indifferent!
[In June of the Extraordinary Calendar 3472, within the vast and boundless core sacred ground of the Spirit Realm, where laws intertwine.]
The will of the spirit realm resides in its deepest and most mysterious primordial region in a form incomprehensible to ordinary people.
[Here, radiance resides, and laws flow around it like a gentle stream, emanating an aura of eternal, ancient, and supreme tranquility.]
Just now, that True God of Rules named Ye Lingtian once again attempted to probe and even provoke the boundaries of the core area in a manner that was almost like a staged accident.
The result was naturally that a primordial power, casually condensed by the will of the spirit realm, slapped his probing and suicidal figure away as easily as swatting away an annoying fly, sending him flying and disappearing into the turbulent currents of laws.
Having dealt with this insignificant little incident, the formless yet omnipresent face of the spirit realm's will seemed to maintain a mysterious and transcendent smile.
In His view, these true gods of rules, belonging to different forces and harboring various purposes, have indeed become somewhat too active in recent years, like a swarm of tireless flies buzzing inside and outside the walls of His world.
[Sometimes they probe, sometimes they harass, trying to extract some benefit or information from this ancient being.]
[If He were to follow His pure and violent nature at the moment of His birth, He should have long ago unleashed a terrifying catastrophe affecting countless planes, using the most cruel laws to annihilate these ant-like true gods along with their places of worship, thus demonstrating the inviolable majesty of the Great World's will.]
However, things are different now.
A stark and tragic contrast immediately came to mind: the will of the abyss.
Thinking of that being of equal stature, or even more ancient and powerful in some aspects, and its current miserable state, the slight displeasure caused by the disturbance in the spirit realm's will instantly vanished.
[Even a hint of relief and superiority, which he himself could hardly define, arose within him.]
[The Will of the Abyss was targeted by those fanatical members of the Red Heart Society, who relentlessly bleed it dry and devour its essence. It's said that even its core authority suffered wounds that are difficult to heal.]
[His authority was instantly shattered, and he was constantly on the run.]
In comparison, their side was merely harassed by a few fly-like true gods, at most losing some scraps of resources and those eight worthless, abducted goddesses.
This loss is negligible compared to the foundational torment the will of the abyss is enduring.
In this vast world, it's all about the contrast with your peers!
With the abyss's will as a lower limit, the spirit realm's will suddenly felt that its situation was not only completely acceptable, but could even be described as peaceful and serene.
[Thus, that mysterious smile seemed to gain a touch more composure.]
He adjusted his immense will, preparing to continue immersing himself in the leisurely rhythm of the eternal laws and the nourishment of the origin, as if the disturbances of the outside world were merely ripples in a teacup.
However, just as the spirit realm's will was most relaxed, almost merging into that thoughtless, primordial rhythm, a sudden change occurred.
[A sharp pain, not from the outside, but erupting from the very core of His will, the very essence, and the source intimately connected with the authority of all things in the spirit world, tore apart His presence without warning.] (End of Chapter)