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The room became quiet again.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, returned to the bedside, sat cross-legged, and cleared his mind of all distractions, focusing his attention on the method of "Planting Demons in the Dao Heart".

The first step in this technique is to refine demons.

This is an extremely dangerous process. The slightest mistake can damage one's very essence, or even cause mental instability, turning one into a madman who only knows how to kill.

But Lin Yuan did not hesitate at all.

He slowly circulated his internal energy, highly concentrating his mental power, using his own essence, qi, and spirit as fuel, to forge a phantom "demon seed" in the furnace of his dantian.

This is creating a black hole within the body, a starting point that can devour everything.

Lin Yuan's spiritual power spread out like a tide, enveloping every inch of his flesh and blood, and every thought.

His inner strength was no longer a gentle stream, but under the guidance of his spirit, it transformed into a violent vortex, frantically pulling and gathering his life essence.

The essence, qi, and spirit are like three enraged dragons, tearing and colliding with each other within his dantian.

A sharp pain exploded from his dantian, instantly spreading throughout his limbs and bones.

It wasn't the pain of being cut or stabbed, but a kind of emptiness and suffering that was torn apart and emptied from the root, as if the soul had been thrown into a millstone and was being crushed inch by inch.

Lin Yuan's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and focused all his attention on controlling this violent force.

His mental strength was as high as 77 points, which was his greatest advantage in daring to take this risky move.

A powerful spirit transformed into invisible reins, forcibly binding the three rampaging energies together.

Within the dantian, three types of energy were intertwined wildly.

A wisp of energy, purer and deeper than darkness, began to slowly emerge from the chaotic energy storm.

Outside the library, a path leads through a bamboo grove.

The night breeze was cool and refreshing, and the bamboo shadows swayed gently.

The old eunuch who used to sweep the floor had appeared in front of Lin Yuan's quiet room at some point, his originally hunched body now standing straight.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the door of the quiet room, no longer clouded, but deep and unfathomable.

"strangeness……"

He murmured something under his breath.

During the day, the little child chose a book called "Shattered Jade Fingers" in front of the eunuch in charge of the library.

The lower-grade Yellow level is powerful in its sharpness, but that's about it.

For a peerless genius who could reach the Innate Realm at the age of six, this cultivation technique was merely icing on the cake, with little practical use.

He had assumed that the little kid would choose the Yellow-grade, mid-level Nine Yin Nine Yang without hesitation to accelerate his cultivation.

I didn't expect this little kid to be so clever; he even knows how to throw out a smokescreen. It seems I underestimated him.

Suddenly, an ominous aura emanated from the quiet room, making the old eunuch feel a chill run down his spine.

That wasn't the aura of "Nine Yin Nine Yang" or "Shattered Jade Finger".

That aura... was sinister and domineering, filled with the primal meaning of plunder and devouring.

"This... is 'The Demon Seed in the Heart of the Dao'."

The old eunuch frowned deeply.

This demonic art once caused a massive bloodbath hundreds of years ago, and even nearly affected the royal family. It was later suppressed by the royal ancestor and sealed in the Martial Treasure Pavilion with restrictions in place.

Because this demonic art is extremely difficult to cultivate, without exceptional mental strength, anyone who tries to cultivate it will either suffer fundamental damage or, in severe cases, suffer a qi deviation and become possessed by a demon.

Although many members of the royal family envied his methods of controlling people, no one had dared to try it easily over the past few centuries, and those who did either went mad or died.

A cold glint flashed in the old eunuch's cloudy eyes. He was the personal eunuch of the emperor before him, and because of his extraordinary talent in martial arts, he was subsequently valued by that emperor.

He was promoted with all his might, and that's how he achieved his Transcendent Realm cultivation. However, the late emperor lacked talent and passed away early because he couldn't enter the Transcendent Realm.

Before he died, he entrusted his children to me, and I promised to protect the royal family for him until the end of my life.

Finally, after successfully protecting the new emperor's ascension to the throne and stabilizing the court, he took a sinecure and went to the library to seriously study martial arts.

He bestowed the wooden plaque with the intention of observing the child's character and choices.

But to his utter surprise, the child not only didn't get the best fourth-level Yellow-grade martial art, "Nine Yin Nine Yang," but instead got the most forbidden and dangerous one, "The Demon Seed of the Dao Heart."

"What is he trying to do? Plant a demonic seed in that third girl to control her? Or does he intend to make a move against the one on the throne?"

The old eunuch's thoughts raced.

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

Because that demonic aura did not spread outwards, but instead continued to converge and collapse inwards.

All the forces were directed toward one center.

That's the baby's own body.

"He's gone mad..."

The old eunuch had lived for countless years, and for the first time, he felt that his understanding had been challenged, even though he had read the secret manual "The Demon Seed of the Dao Heart".

Although it was only a low-grade Yellow-level martial arts manual, the shortcut ideas it contained were so imaginative that even he couldn't help but find them far-fetched.

At their level, there's not much distinction between good and evil anymore; all they have are ideas about what can or cannot be used.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to express his admiration for the person who created this martial arts manual. However, taking shortcuts is not the right path in the end. You may be fast for a while, but you can't be fast forever. So he only used it as a reference.

But what did he sense now? That little guy actually wanted to plant a demonic seed in him!

Although planting demonic seeds in one's Dao heart also has the ability to temper one's Dao heart, very few people do so because it means that one's spirit and will must be tormented at all times.

Compared to that, wouldn't it be much easier to plunder the insights and abilities of others?

A glint of light flashed in the old eunuch's eyes.

This kid is ruthless to himself, but it is often those who are ruthless to themselves who can go further in the martial arts world.

The old eunuch's gaze seemed to pierce through the thick wooden door and land on the trembling young figure inside the quiet room.

His face showed a complex mix of astonishment and admiration.

"Use your body as the furnace, your spirit as the fuel, your essence as the hammer, and forge yourself into a demon..."

He had lived for hundreds of years and had seen too many self-proclaimed geniuses among princes and nobles, as well as many unorthodox martial arts madmen.

But those people either relied on external means or plundered others. He had never seen anyone as ruthless to himself as the person before him.

"Interesting, very interesting..."

A withered smile slowly spread across the old eunuch's wrinkled face. "In this world, there are still some madmen who aren't afraid of death!"

He didn't stop them; instead, he crossed his arms and watched with great interest. To him, it was a wonderful spectacle.

He wanted to see just how far this little kid, who dared to be so ruthless with himself, could go on this path.

Quiet room.

Lin Yuan felt his consciousness being swallowed by boundless darkness. His dantian was no longer a sea of ​​qi, but a rapidly collapsing vortex, pulling at everything around him.

The bones groaned, the veins convulsed, and even the depths of the soul felt an unbearable tearing sensation.

He seemed to have become a bystander, coldly watching his body disintegrate in this destructive storm.

However, that spiritual power of seventy-seven points was like a stabilizing force, firmly anchored in the center of the storm.

It was no longer a binding rein, but had transformed into a merciless giant hammer. No matter how the three forces clashed and roared, it simply slammed down again and again, mechanically and precisely.

Unite! We must unite as one!

Lin Yuan had only one thought left in his mind: the more he understood the world of reality and the world of dreams, the more he felt that his strength was far from enough.

Perhaps it was because he had no one behind him, or perhaps it was because he wanted to protect the few remaining warmth around him, but Lin Yuan was exceptionally obsessed with becoming stronger.

He doesn't like to play tricks or schemes because he can't and doesn't have the inclination. He just wants to use brute force, the simplest and most foolish method, to get what he wants most.

boom!"

I don't know how much time passed; it felt like just a moment, yet also like millions of years.

As the hammer of spirit struck for the last time, the raging energy vortex within the dantian abruptly halted. All sounds, all light and shadow, all pain, in that instant, collapsed and vanished towards the central point.

Ultimate chaos leads to ultimate stillness.

Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Inside, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and everything remained as before.

But he felt that the whole world had changed. Lin Yuan lowered his head and looked at his dantian.

There, a seed about the size of a grain of rice, completely black and not reflecting any light, was quietly suspended.

It has no aura, no fluctuations, like a black hole that appears out of thin air in the universe, silent and empty, yet containing a terrifying potential to devour everything.

The demon seed is complete!

The excruciating pain receded like a tide, replaced by an unprecedented weakness and a strange, indescribable feeling.

Lin Yuan could clearly feel that a subtle connection had been established between himself and this demonic seed.

It's like an absolute "other" within your own body, an existence that shares the same origin as you, yet is completely different.

Lin Yuan tried to activate his mind, and the demonic seed trembled slightly, emanating an extremely pure and cold aura that instantly merged into his limbs and bones.

The energy and spirit that had been depleted by the "Demon Refining" technique were beginning to recover at an astonishing speed.

What shocked him even more was that he discovered he had a new perspective on controlling his body.

He is both the master of this body and, through the demonic seed, an outsider who can examine every inch of its meridians and every flow of its internal energy.

"I see……"

Lin Yuan's breathing became slightly rapid. This was the true secret of "The Demon Seed of the Dao Heart".

Planting in others' land is plunder;

When it comes to oneself, it represents the ultimate control and exploitation.

It transforms the cultivator themselves into a field from which nourishment can be continuously drawn.

As long as one's will is strong enough, one can continuously squeeze out one's potential, break through and rebuild, and be reborn from destruction.

Lin Yuan slowly extended his right hand, opened his palm, and grinned.

Become!

He took the first, and most crucial, step.

Next, it's time to test my bold hypothesis.

If he succeeds, he will have an extra tireless cultivation machine, which will allow him to completely connect dreams and reality, and the benefits he will gain will be immeasurable.

But there's no rush. After all, the game has only just begun. Let's let this demonic seed remain dormant in our bodies for a while!

With a thought, the demonic seed in his dantian completely lost its luster, waiting for Lin Yuan to activate it again.