542: Chapter 542

"Chaos Body?"

Qin Yun looked at the faint, shadowy figure of the old man above the ring, his face showing no ripples.

However, his heart was already churning.

He certainly knew this name.

Not only did he know it, but he knew it more deeply than most people in this world.

In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, and those distant past events, the Chaos Body was not an ordinary Physique; it was something that stood at the very pinnacle of legend.

It was not a myth casually made up by street storytellers, nor was it a rumor used to bluff others in the ancient books of small Sects.

It was a Physique truly related to Immortals.

Even in Qin Yun's memories of the Nine Great Heavenly Prefectures, there were ancient Supreme experts who, relying on the Chaos Body, once walked to a place extremely close to Immortals.

This thing carried too much weight.

It was so heavy that if the remnant soul before him could truly speak the three words "Chaos Body" so casually, then it could never have an ordinary background.

The more shocked Qin Yun was, the calmer his eyes became, and he grew vigilant.

"Continue."

The old man originally wanted to see the youth's reaction after hearing about the Chaos Body, but after watching for a long time, he simply could not detect any trace of loss of composure on Qin Yun's face.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"You kid, you are overly vigilant."

Qin Yun did not reply.

Vigilant?

Wasn't that to be expected?

An old thing hiding in a ring, secretly absorbing his spiritual energy for so many years, suddenly jumping out to talk to him about the Chaos Body.

If it were someone else, they probably would have already treated this as a massive Opportunity.

But Qin Yun would only think of one thing first.

How did this person know these things?

The more one knows, the more dangerous it usually is.

Seeing that he still had this unyielding attitude, the old man could only sigh softly.

"It is normal for you not to believe me when I just say these things."

"Then I will first give you something concrete."

As the words fell, he raised his hand and pointed.

A wisp of golden light drifted out from the ring and went straight into the center of Qin Yun's eyebrows.

Qin Yun instinctively wanted to block it.

But the golden light had no malice, and its speed was too fast; in the blink of an eye, it landed in his Sea of Consciousness.

The next moment, an unfamiliar Cultivation Technique slowly unfolded in his mind.

It had no name.

It only had a very clear lineage.

Condense Yang.

Refine Yang.

Gather Yang.

Then, by letting Yang enter the body, tempering the Physical Body, gathering the Origin, and finally pushing the Physical Body step by step towards the direction of the most Yang and most rigid.

This was not a simple Cultivation Technique.

It was more like a framework specifically for the Dao of the body.

Qin Yun had originally only glanced at it with caution, but the more he read, the deeper his eyes became.

This thing was not simple.

What was truly valuable was not the surface-level method of circulating Qi, but the understanding of the Dao of the "body" within it.

What it meant for the Physical Body to be a furnace.

What it meant for the Origin to return to the Main Lineage.

What it meant to continuously temper with a single attribute, finally forging a stable embryonic form of a Physique.

These things were not something an ordinary Cultivator could write.

Qin Yun watched for a long time, then slowly raised his head.

He truly regarded the remnant soul before him seriously.

This person's insight into the Dao of the body was not bad.

Qin Yun ignored him and closed his eyes directly.

He began to comprehend.

But not to Cultivate according to it.

Instead, he used this technique as a whetstone to reflect upon his own Body Scripture.

The Body Scripture was the root.

He had walked to this day, never relying on any external Cultivation Technique, but on the Dao he had felt out along the way.

The value of this technique right now lay in supplementation.

Qin Yun's Divine Thought sank into his Sea of Consciousness, and the Body Scripture slowly operated.

The various lineages in that technique were dismantled, crushed, and stuffed into the framework of the Body Scripture bit by bit.

The more he comprehended, the more he could see that this old thing was indeed not simple.

This was not a crude stacking of power.

It was teaching people how to extract the truly pure power of a single lineage from the chaotic Origin.

Most Yang and most rigid.

Condense, compress, unify.

Qin Yun's mind gradually sank.

He saw a path.

A path that was not the end, but was extremely suitable for the present.

But even after comprehending to this point, the first thing that came to his mind was not the Realm, not the Chaos Body, and certainly not the old thing before him.

It was the Wang family.

The Wang family must die.

This was the obsession of "himself".

Qin Yun opened his eyes, his voice very flat.

"Cultivation can be taken slowly."

"But the Wang family must die as soon as possible."

The old man was startled, then looked at him for a while.

"Your murderous intent is not light."

Qin Yun looked at him.

"Why not kill those who deserve to die?"

The old man did not answer this, only shook his head.

Qin Yun withdrew his gaze and sank into internal observation again.

This time, he looked deeper.

Not looking at the Cultivation Technique.

But looking at himself.

Under the operation of the Body Scripture, those things that had been silent in his body for a long time emerged one after another.

Supreme power.

Grandmist power.

Desolate Ancient power.

Five Elements power.

Longevity power.

Tyrant Body power.

And many mixed auras that were firmly suppressed by these high-level Origins and could only shrink into corners.

They quietly occupied the deeper parts of his flesh, Meridians, Dantian, and Sea of Consciousness, checking and balancing each other, entangling with each other.

As long as he was willing, he could walk down one of these paths right now.

Longevity Sacred Body, possible.

Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, also possible.

The Tyrant Body lineage could also be walked.

Even if a part of the Five Elements power was forcibly extracted, it could first forge an embryonic form.

This was the truly terrifying part of the Body Scripture.

But the more paths there were, the less one could walk them recklessly.

Just at this moment, his heart suddenly stirred.

Most Yang and most rigid.

Single Main Lineage.

He subconsciously thought of another direction.

Yin.

Ling'er.

That girl who was always following behind him, whispering that she was still there to accompany him.

Before, he had not fully awakened, and many things were not clear.

Now it was different.

When he looked back at Ling'er again, he suddenly discovered one thing.

Inside Ling'er's body, there was a very deep chill hidden.

Not ordinary Yin cold.

Nor ordinary ice-attribute spiritual energy.

That aura was extremely obscure, yet extremely unusual.

It was like an Origin of the most Yin and most cold lineage.

Qin Yun's eyes moved slightly.

Ling'er's Origin was definitely not simple.

This thought only flashed for a moment before he suppressed it.

Now was not the time to think about Ling'er's identity.

The most important thing right now was choosing a path.

Qin Yun slowly exhaled a breath.

All distracting thoughts were suppressed.

Wang family.

Ling'er.

Chaos Body.

Mysterious remnant soul.

All were put behind for now.

He stared at the Origins in his body and finally fixed his gaze on all the Yang-attribute lineages.

In the Supreme power, there was Yang.

In the Grandmist power, there was Yang.

Within the Desolate Ancient Origin, there was even a most domineering, most Yang lineage.

Plus the Dao of the body ideas given by the technique just now.

The path was already very clear.

With the Body Scripture as the main focus.

With the experience of the technique given by this old guy as a supplement.

Dominate all Yang-attribute Origins in the body, first single out the most Yang lineage, and refine it into a truly stable embryonic form of a Sacred Body.

First condense the Sun Sacred Body.

And Qin Yun saw another path.

Could Physiques be compatible? Fusion?

A simple Sun Sacred Body was strong, but it did not reach the ranks of the Ten Great Sacred Bodies, not as good as the Primordial Chaos Sacred Body, Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, and the like.

But what if the Primordial Chaos Sacred Body and the Sun Sacred Body were fused, or what if the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and the Sun Sacred Body were fused?

How terrifying would that be.

Qin Yun sat cross-legged, and the Body Scripture began to operate formally.

Those long-silent Yang-attribute Origins in his body were extracted from the various complex forces bit by bit.

The process was very slow.

And very difficult.

Because these Origins were originally entangled together, moving one part affected the whole.

A slight carelessness would lead to imbalance again.

But Qin Yun was very steady.

His Divine Thought cut in bit by bit, like pulling silk from a tangled mess.

That wisp of the purest Yang-attribute lineage in the Supreme power was peeled out.

That extremely faint yet high-level warmth in the Grandmist Qi was also pulled out.

Deep in the Desolate Ancient Origin, a wisp of golden aura, so domineering it was almost scorching, was slowly pulled.

Three wisps of Yang-attribute Origins approached each other bit by bit.

Repelling each other.

Probing each other.

And under the guidance of the Body Scripture, they slowly unified.

Sweat began to appear on Qin Yun's forehead.

This was more strenuous than imagined.

But he did not stop.

A quarter of an hour.

Half an hour.

Two hours.

In the end, the sky was almost bright.

Inside Qin Yun's body, finally, a wisp of extremely thin, extremely bright, and extremely pure most Yang Origin slowly took shape.

It was not big.

It was even just an embryonic form.

But the moment it truly appeared, the air around Qin Yun became slightly hot.

The temperature in the stone room was rising.

He sat cross-legged without moving, his clothes fluttering without wind.

The Sun ring on his left index finger vibrated gently.

The old man's shadow stood to the side, looking at that wisp of newly born most Yang Origin, and finally, a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

Qin Yun did not look at him.

He just lowered his head, staring at that point of newly condensed embryonic fire of Yang within his body, his expression still calm.