Imperial Cultivation

"Not that strong?" Chu Honglin frowned as he looked at him.

Chu Zhiyuan slightly closed his eyes, chanting strange syllables, his palms forming seals separately.

The action of forming the seals was so skilled, as if he had practiced it for a long time, quickly forming each seal, and then gently bringing them together.

His body was quickly draped in a layer of faint golden light, becoming solemn and dignified.

A ball of golden light descended from the void, the size of a fist, condensed into a small net.

The golden net was the size of a handkerchief, lightly falling towards Chu Honglin.

Chu Honglin stretched out his hand, letting it fall onto his palm.

The golden net immediately seeped into his palm.

"Hmm—?"

He suddenly frowned, looking at his palm, feeling that his palm had separated from his body, losing contact.

Chu Zhiyuan didn't dare to use extrasensory perception within this palace, only staring intently.

"Fifteenth Uncle, how does it feel?"

"Strange! Very strange!"

"Then let's do it again!"

Chu Zhiyuan's palms each formed seals, his eyelids slightly lowered.

His lips moved, emitting strange notes.

He knew that just visualizing this one pattern, if it hadn't been directly inherited into his mind and directly remembered, it would have stumped most people.

Too complex, too dense, it was a kind of density and complexity that exceeded the limit of memory, making people dizzy.

He felt that if he didn't have a photographic memory, he would soon not be able to remember it clearly.

Even if it was inherited, if his memory was not good, it would quickly become blurred, and eventually, with a little mistake here and a little lack there, it would be impossible to perform it again.

After a moment, the golden light on his body faintly glowed, solemn and dignified.

His hands formed seals and touched each other, forming a new hand seal.

As soon as the new hand seal was formed, a ball of golden light appeared in the void, quickly condensing into a golden net.

This golden net was twice the size of the previous one, floating towards Chu Honglin.

This time, Chu Honglin didn't stretch out his right hand, but stretched out his left hand.

The golden net sank into his left palm.

His expression slightly changed, frowning and saying: "Indeed strange!"

"Fifteenth Uncle, how is it strange? Tell me quickly!"

Chu Honglin thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "Try it on yourself."

"...Okay." So Chu Zhiyuan performed it again.

This time, he made the golden net smaller, only half the size of a palm.

Chu Honglin chuckled.

As the golden net floated towards him, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly accelerated and rushed over, standing in front of Chu Honglin, reaching out to block the golden net.

Chu Zhiyuan immediately felt that his left palm was no longer his own, losing control.

It was as if it had been amputated, completely losing this hand.

Chu Zhiyuan didn't dare to use extrasensory perception to observe others, but he could look inward.

Under the internal observation, the golden net enveloped down, wrapping the left palm within it.

The left palm was like a fish falling into a fishing net, unable to move anymore.

When Yuanqi flowed in, the aura that should have flowed to the meridians of the palm directly flowed into the golden net, being absorbed by the golden net, making the golden net brighter.

The blood that originally flowed to the palm was also absorbed by the golden net, making the golden net brighter.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Chu Honglin in surprise.

Chu Honglin was frowning and staring at his own palms, his aura surging.

His palms began to gradually light up.

In the soft white light, the golden net gradually emerged on his skin.

The white light and the golden net were fighting each other, entangled together.

Slowly, the white light became brighter and brighter, while the golden net began to dim.

As one waned and the other waxed, the white light suddenly shone brightly, the bursting light destroyed the golden net, causing it to dissipate in the air.

"Huff—!"

Chu Honglin shook his palms, the feeling of regaining control was too wonderful.

The feeling of being lost and found again is even more wonderful.

Chu Zhiyuan also began to use the Great Bright Fist, making the fist force of the Great Bright Fist contained but not released.

A ball of white light appeared in the void, condensed into a fist mark, after the light fist entangled with the golden net for a moment, it was broken by the light fist and dissipated.

Chu Zhiyuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

The feeling of being enveloped and isolated by the golden net was too frightening.

This Great Subduing Demon Seal is too overbearing, its power is a bit astonishing.

Now it's just able to be used, and it has such power even before entering the mind.

"How is it?" Chu Honglin smiled and said: "Didn't choose the wrong one, right?"

"Thank you, Fifteenth Uncle!" Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Worthy of being the number one in power!"

Chu Honglin said: "Actually, it also exceeded my expectations. In some ancient records, the Great Subduing Demon Seal is a miraculous skill that can truly restrain the Heavenly Demons, and its power can be regarded as number one."

"Since it's so powerful, why did the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain cut off its inheritance?"

"Clouds gather and clouds scatter, there must be prosperity and decline, there must be life and death, the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain is the same, those ancient sects that were once powerful all have the same ending."

"Isn't it because of the decline of spiritual energy?" Chu Zhiyuan said.

"With the growth of the demon realm, spiritual energy has indeed been devoured a bit, but this is not the root cause of the extinction of ancient sects."

"Then what is the reason?"

"The passage of time and the change of people's hearts." Chu Honglin shook his head and said: "Most sects are destroyed by internal strife."

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

Chu Honglin said: "Like this Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain, it was destroyed because of internal strife, leading to the extinction of the Six Paths Subduing Demon Scripture."

"These kinds of sects often have a mature inheritance mechanism to prevent internal strife, right?"

"If it were really useful, there wouldn't be so many sects with internal strife." Chu Honglin snorted: "Just like the throne, if the eldest son inheritance system is established, will it be able to prevent the struggle?"

Chu Zhiyuan was silent.

Even if the eldest prince becomes the crown prince, it cannot completely prevent the ambitions of the other princes.

After all, they are only one step away from the throne, and the temptation of the throne is too great, not only power, but also cultivation and lifespan.

Unless it's like the Little Extraterrestrial Heavens, directly recognized by the Son of Heaven Sword.

But the cultivators of the Extraterrestrial Heavens are powerful and do not allow a spirit to choose the emperor.

"Okay, these kinds of things are not something we can worry about. The Great Subduing Demon Seal and the Great Bright Fist can also help each other. The Great Bright Fist helps to comprehend it, and it also helps to comprehend the Great Bright Fist."

"Heart of Brightness, Heart of Compassion," Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "Plus the Heart of Slaying Demons and Eliminating Evil."

He pondered the aura of the withered old man.

Sitting cross-legged in the void, this void is black, broken by the golden light around him.

Is this blackness darkness?

Is the golden light compassion, anger, or killing intent in the darkness?

What is the meaning of the notes chanted by the withered old man, what kind of language is it?

"Fifteenth Uncle, are there any records about the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain? I want to take a look."

"Let's go, let's leave first." Chu Honglin said: "I will bring it to you later."

"Yes."

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Ninth Prince's Residence

In a brightly lit small courtyard, Chu Zhiyuan was sitting in the small pavilion in the courtyard, drinking wine while flipping through the books.

《Ancient Mysteries》, a book recording anecdotes about sects in ancient times.

The dark yellow silk book was brought out from Diwu Academy for him by Chu Honglin.

He saw the records about Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain in it.

Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain is the mortal enemy of the Demon Race.

In ancient times, countless members of the Demon Race died at the hands of the disciples of the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain.

When experts of the Demon Race saw disciples of the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain, they fled like rats seeing a cat.

If the disciples of the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain were not so few, perhaps the Demon Race would have been killed.

The favorite thing for the disciples of the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain to do was to kill disciples of the Demon Race, extremely bloodthirsty, more like the Demon Race than the Demon Race.

Disciples of the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain could not go down the mountain unless they were in the Transformation God Realm, and everyone who went down the mountain would surely stir up a bloody storm in the Demon Race.

Therefore, some people speculate that the final destruction of the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain may be related to the Demon Race.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly smiled.

Finally, he saw in the book that the sound chanted by the disciples of the Subduing Demon Spirit Mountain was Divine Script.

And there is even a rumor that the Six Paths Subduing Demon Scripture originated from the God Race.