My Informative Cultivation Life

In the past, he had thought it too absurd, too unrealistic, but now, Yang Ji remotely sensed those golden ages when Immortals danced together.

The Taichu Divine Tree was indeed defying the heavens.

Yang Ji could feel that, at this moment, if he were to use Yin Yang Separation at Dawn, its power would unquestionably surpass that of when he used the Great Sword Realm Art.

If he could find a Supreme Divine Power of the Primordial Spirit Class, then at this moment, he would truly be invincible amongst his peers.

Unless someone like him, who also possessed great fortune and achieved the monstrous realm of an Immortal Primordial Spirit, could compete with him.

The twelve beams of Holy Light were not the endpoint of a powerful Primordial Spirit; it was rumored that in the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Kings condensed up to 129,600 beams of Holy Light behind their Primordial Spirits, immortal and indestructible, that was true ultimate strength.

The Demonic Qi that Great Sage Mu Yuan had given him contained the Origin of the Eight Head Demon Emperors and several hundred million Heavenly Demons; currently, he had used it to condense twelve beams of Holy Light, merely utilizing less than thirty percent, the remaining Origin Demonic Qi was completely sufficient for his Primordial Spirit to condense more Holy Light.

If he could condense twenty-four beams of Holy Light, then his Primordial Spirit would be at the standard of a top-tier Mahayana.

The stronger the Primordial Spirit, the stronger his power, Yang Ji didn't hesitate and immediately inserted a Primordial Spirit Fruit into his forehead.

However, just as the Immortal Primordial Spirit began to absorb a trace of energy, his physical body started to collapse, as if it were about to disintegrate.

"What's going on? How could my body, comparable to a Dao Device, collapse? Could it be that it can't withstand the Immortal Primordial Spirit at this moment?" This unexpected change shocked Yang Ji greatly.

"The body is the vessel, the Primordial Spirit is the person inside the vessel, and now the person inside is too heavy, too powerful, directly crushing the vessel; naturally, there's going to be incongruity between the physical body and the Primordial Spirit," the Immortal Elder slowly said, "You have not cultivated an Inner World after all; although your physical strength is comparable to a Dao Device, it's still difficult to bear the dazzling divine might of the Immortal Primordial Spirit at all times."

"For now, it would be better if you didn't continue to strengthen your Primordial Spirit," he continued, "Wait until you break through Divinity Transformation and condense your own Inner World, then you can use an entire world to carry the Immortal Primordial Spirit."

"There's no other choice for the moment!" Yang Ji also felt the subtle discord between his body and Primordial Spirit, similar to when he entered the Ancient God's Inner World, where his body and Primordial Spirit seemed as if they were about to separate, which was not a good sign.

He immediately put aside the thought of further enlarging his Primordial Spirit and then fully utilized the secrets of the Immortal Primordial Spirit and the Immortal Body.

He separated a strand of his Primordial Spirit and a particle of his physical body, merged them together, and like a speck of dust invisible to the naked eye, hid it in a secret place within the Mount Sea World.

After that, he left the palace and went to the Training Ground of the Heavenly Demons, where he hid another particle of his physical body before returning to the Demon Sect.

As for other places, Yang Ji didn't consider them for the time being; when he returns to the Wuji Dao Sect later, he could think about hiding another particle.

Having completed all this, he was ready to intimidate the Mo Tao clone he had suppressed in a corner of the main hall and was preparing to force out the secrets of "Withering and Flourishing Palm"!

However, under the "Buddha" character mantra deployed by the Buddha Child, there was nothing but a puddle of black blood left—where was the Mo Tao clone?

[The Soul-Burning Technique, a self-destruct!]

"This guy actually used his Divine Skills to burn his Demon Soul!" Seeing this scene, Yang Ji could only sigh in regret, having missed out on a rather good palm technique.

With his thoughts collected, Yang Ji also stepped out of the great hall, casting his gaze toward the direction of the Taichu External Affairs Hall.

(Hemorrhoids have flared up, making it awkward to walk; failed to reach seven thousand, will continue to strive tomorrow, tomorrow will be even more exciting.)

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