Chapter 963: Li Fan Sits Upon Heaven
"The Sitting on Heaven Technique!"
A sharp glint appeared in Li Fan's eyes. "Excellent. This is my true path! Investing in cultivators is merely a minor art. To absorb the feedback from the world's transformations, even its very ascension—that is true, unparalleled power!"
A tide of excitement, one he hadn't felt in ages, surged through Li Fan. The more he considered it, the more thrilled he became. "Even someone as mighty as the Dharma Spreader had to reverse the forces of heaven and earth, becoming a part of the world's laws. Only after that could he achieve transcendence."
"It's clear that the great power of a world is truly beyond what any cultivator can hope to contend with."
"The Xuanhuang Realm has been completely corrupted by the Dharma Spreader; it's riddled with wounds. Even if I wanted to heal the world, the task would be monumental."
"It can barely save itself as it is, yet I was thinking of relying on its feedback for my cultivation..."
Li Fan shook his head, dismissing the thought for now.
"But the many small worlds captured by the Xuanhuang Realm are my perfect testing grounds."
"Take the Spirit Wood Realm, for example. With Shang Tianci transplanting wonders from the Xuanhuang Realm, supplemented by an infusion of external resources and spiritual energy..."
Li Fan rose to his feet abruptly and drew a long, deep breath.
"It truly is the perfect technique for me. It aligns perfectly with the plans I've been making all this life."
"It feels as if destiny itself is at work, a true union of knowledge and action. A path forged from the heart, as if by nature's own design."
Growing ever more certain of how perfectly the [Sitting on Heaven Technique] suited him, Li Fan had already decided on the path he would strive to follow.
The only problem now was how to deduce and elevate the [Sitting Immortal Technique] into the [Sitting on Heaven Technique].
"Of course, I could always use the Deduction Jade again to get the technique, but..."
Li Fan pondered for a moment before suppressing the temptation of such an effortless gain.
"The Deduction Jade, when you get right down to it, is just a Heavenly Wonder."
"It most likely uses a brute-force method to deduce techniques. While that's the fastest way to get the result I want, the technique it produces would be perfectly suited only to the *fictional* master it conceptualizes during its deductions."
"Not the real me in the flesh. Not unless I were willing to lay bare every secret of my body and soul for the Deduction Jade to examine."
"Hmph..."
Naturally, Li Fan would never do such a thing.
"So, if I want to create the perfect [Sitting on Heaven Technique], I'll have to rely on myself."
Li Fan came to this conclusion.
To be honest, while Li Fan's aptitude for comprehension was quite good, deducing a heaven-defying technique that fed on the power of a world's transformations and ascension was still far beyond his capabilities!
But Li Fan wasn't the least bit worried that he would be unable to achieve it.
If one lifetime wasn't enough, he would take ten. If ten lifetimes weren't enough...
He could also draw inspiration from others!
The Xuanhuang Realm was teeming with prodigies. Any divine ability or cultivation technique they could deduce or even conceive of would, in the end, become his!
As long as he returned to Anchor Point 1, all their painstaking thoughts and brilliant ideas would become secrets that he alone possessed.
"To deduce the Sitting on Heaven Technique, I won't hesitate to share the Sitting Immortal Technique with others."
"Of course, I must choose the candidates with the highest aptitude and the greatest suitability for the task."
"Conveniently, I've already planned for the next life to truly remain behind the scenes and test that theory of mine..."
A plan was already taking shape in Li Fan's mind.
"Yes. In this lifetime, while I help the myriad worlds ascend, I can gather the necessary data."
Everything clicked into place, a moment of sudden, perfect clarity.
These words perfectly described Li Fan's current state of mind.
"Cultivators provide feedback in the form of cultivation base. I wonder what surprises the world's feedback will bring..."
Li Fan couldn't help but feel a rising sense of anticipation.
He lost all track of time, his mind immersed in these daydreams.
One of the mind demon-gods born from his [Three Perils of Ghosts and Spirits] technique suddenly reported a disturbance.
"Hm?"
Li Fan quickly located the demon-god.
It was occupying a Nascent Soul cultivator named Feng Qiran.
The man was cautious and discreet. Ever since obtaining the [Divine Advent] secret art, he had never once revealed it to another soul.
He simply cultivated in quiet seclusion.
But some things cannot be avoided, no matter how cautious one might be.
One day, Feng Qiran brushed past a young cultivator in green robes.
A moment later, he was horrified to discover he had lost control of his own body.
He couldn't even release his demon-god avatar.
The green-robed cultivator studied Feng Qiran for a moment, an expression of mingled amusement and exasperation appearing on his face.
Then, without a word, a thin line appeared between Feng Qiran and the young cultivator—a line that was like an abyss and yet, simultaneously, like a bright mirror.
Bathed in a dim and murky light, it wasn't long before the young cultivator transformed into a perfect replica of Feng Qiran!
He reached out his hands toward the inexplicably terrified Feng Qiran. The thin line erupted, and the two of them merged into one.
At the same time, through the demon-god Li Fan had left inside his body, Feng Qiran established a reverse connection to Li Fan.
There were no words, only a dark and mysterious power that traveled along the intangible connection through the void and invaded Li Fan's sea of consciousness.
Li Fan had sensed the anomaly long before. How could he not have taken precautions?
In an instant, thousands upon thousands of demon-gods materialized.
A grim, ghastly netherworld descended upon his sea of consciousness. Five eerie blood moons appeared in the sky as Li Fan revealed a savage visage, glaring down at the figure of Feng Qiran, who was now surrounded by innumerable demon-gods.
"You actually dared to invade my sea of consciousness..."
"You're courting death!"
Li Fan laughed maniacally, ready to strike at any moment.
He had already recognized the figure of Feng Qiran before him for who he truly was: Mo Rubin, a Dharma King of the Xuantian Sect.
He didn't know why Mo Rubin had shed his identity as the young Dharma Transmitter to venture out alone.
But since Mo Rubin hadn't yet revealed his true identity, Li Fan decided he might as well test the mettle of this Dharma King.
Holding nothing back, thousands of ghost-gods roared and unleashed black rays of light at Mo Rubin.
These were mental attacks, given physical form.
This power wasn't Li Fan's alone; it was drawn from and amplified by the spiritual sense of the countless cultivators practicing the [Divine Advent] technique.
Combined with the extraordinary power of his own spiritual sense, Li Fan was confident that even a Longevity Celestial Venerable would be gravely wounded by the assault!
"Wait—"
Just as he'd expected, before Mo Rubin could even finish his word, his spiritual sense avatar was completely engulfed by the terrifying destructive force.
Unable to resist for even a moment, it was utterly annihilated and expelled from Li Fan's sea of consciousness.
Li Fan was quite satisfied with the result. Although it felt a bit like a sneak attack, he had, after all, directly repelled the invasion of a Longevity-stage expert.
Feeling the wave of fatigue transmitted from the cultivators who hosted his thousands of demon-gods, Li Fan felt a tinge of regret. "A pity it's only good for a single strike. It can't be sustained."
Without letting down his guard, Li Fan continued to wait for Mo Rubin's return.
Just as he had thought, it was merely a sliver of consciousness that had been destroyed.
Mo Rubin hadn't given up on contacting him.
Once again, the dark and unfathomable power traveled along the connection through the void, arriving within Li Fan's sea of consciousness.
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