105: Origin Spells

A combat power value of nearly two million was shining brightly on the light screen; such strength could be called shocking within the Myriad Laws Realm. But Lin Yuan's gaze was calm. He clearly remembered Li Xuan once saying—a Saint-level existence in the Taichu Divine Continent could kill him with a casual strike. The gap was still like a chasm.

With a thought, he began to check his personal belongings. His Divine Sense swept through the storage space, where various treasures were suspended in categorized groups:

Origin Dao Artifact: heaven swallowing pagoda;

"Devouring Origin Law Secret Scripture";

Law power crystals: 400,000;

Mid-tier law essence: 100,000;

Low-tier law essence: 350,000.

"Let's take a look at this heaven swallowing pagoda first..." A blood-colored light emerged from Lin Yuan's palm, and a delicate, three-inch-tall small pagoda slowly appeared. The pagoda had six levels, and miniature bells hung from the corners of each level. Looking closely, those bells were actually condensed from countless fine dao patterns.

When Lin Yuan's Divine Sense probed into the pagoda, an unexpected change occurred!

"Little guy, don't waste your effort." An old voice exploded in his Sea of Consciousness like a great bell, shaking Lin Yuan's Divine Soul. "I have been dormant for hundreds of thousands of years, and today I have finally waited for a decent master. However..." The voice suddenly turned playful, "Wait until you have mastered the Devouring Origin Law to the Realm of Perfection; only then will you be qualified to initially refine the first level. By then, you will know what true Heaven-Defying destiny changing is!"

Lin Yuan frowned slightly. When he withdrew his Divine Sense, he discovered that fine beads of blood were seeping from his fingertips. He calmly circulated his magic power to repair the injury, then turned his attention to the black secret scripture in his Sea of Consciousness. The dark gold patterns on the cover of the book moved like living things. Touching it felt ice-cold, yet it carried a certain mysterious attraction.

Opening the first page, the dense ancient characters squirmed and reorganized like an ant colony, eventually turning into images and text that Lin Yuan could understand. The entire secret scripture recorded 108 types of Devouring-type Origin Spells. With every page turned, new images and text appeared, as if there was no end in sight.

"Level 1 Origin Spell: Swallowing Origin Mending Heaven Art..." Lin Yuan's gaze locked onto the introduction of the first Spell, which shone with purple-gold light. "Forcibly swallow the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, life energy, and even a portion of the enemy's spiritual power within a hundred-mile radius. Instantly clear all negative states within the Cultivator's body, including Law erosion, magic power disorder, curse effects, Soul trauma, Dao pressure, etc., restoring the body, magic power, and Soul to their Peak state. Can be used 5 times per day."

His gaze moved down, and he saw another heart-palpitating record:

"Level 4 Origin Spell: Soul Devouring Seal. Requires permanently occupying four dao patterns. Can cause three times the total combat power in damage. Can be used 5 times per day."

Lin Yuan's pupils constricted slightly; he finally understood the true value of Origin dao patterns—they were not only a symbol of strength but also the "dao foundation" for Cultivating high-level Spells! Each dao pattern was like a precious skill slot; once branded by a Spell, it could never be changed.

"Five Devouring dao patterns are just enough to Cultivate these two Origin Spells..." Lin Yuan muttered to himself, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees. Although this meant temporarily giving up other Devouring-type Spells, survival means were more critical at the moment. Moreover, he still had the three major Origin Laws of Chaos, Life, and Death waiting to be developed; his future choices were still vast.

After determining his Cultivation plan, Lin Yuan took out the Chief Disciple token. The purple-gold token had the characters "Spirit Martial" engraved on the front and complex spatial Formation patterns on the back. When he injected his Divine Sense into the token, a 3D projection of the Spirit Martial Hall headquarters immediately appeared before his eyes, with the treasury area glowing with enticing light.

"Although the Spirit Martial Hall is like an ant in front of the major forces of the Taichu Divine Continent, it has, after all, dominated the Eastern Region for hundreds of thousands of years..." Lin Yuan sighed with emotion while browsing the treasury list, "These reserves are enough for the Cultivation needs of hundreds of millions of Disciples. He had found all other required Materials in the treasury, but there were only a few hundred Law crystals in the treasury, so he did not take them. It seemed that the hundreds of thousands of Law power crystals he possessed were quite valuable."

Through the spatial teleportation Formation, the required Materials arrived in an instant. Neatly arranged before Lin Yuan were: one hundred transparent Spirit-Devouring Grasses, one thousand top-grade Origin Stones containing high-quality magic power, ten thousand Law power crystals, and various auxiliary Materials—exactly the items needed to Cultivate the Swallowing Origin Mending Heaven Art.

"Let's begin." Lin Yuan manifested the first Devouring dao pattern in the Void Realm. It was a purple-black energy Devouring Origin dao pattern, its surface covered in fine spikes. According to the secret scripture, he needed to refine the essence of the Materials into the dao pattern to complete the Spell branding.

In the Cultivation room, a dark purple vortex gradually took shape. Fine beads of blood seeped from the pores all over Lin Yuan's body, only to be sucked back into his body by the power of the vortex. This painful process lasted for three whole days, during which his aura would sometimes surge and sometimes wither, as if he were undergoing some mysterious transformation.

On the third day, a clear humming sound resonated through the quiet room. Lin Yuan opened his eyes abruptly, with dark purple galaxies swirling in the depths of his pupils. With a slight movement of his mind, the Spiritual Qi within a hundred-foot radius was instantly sucked into a vacuum, and even the spatial runes on the walls dimmed slightly. Even more magically, those invisible hidden injuries and Impurities accumulated from years of Cultivation were actually dissolved by this power.

"As expected of an Origin Spell..." Lin Yuan felt the surging power within his body and was about to continue Cultivating the Soul Devouring Seal when his Soul suddenly trembled—an urgent message came from his Clone!

Through the Soul link, Lin Yuan "saw" his Clone standing in the central square of the Spirit Martial Hall. The Time-Space emblem on the chest of the silver-robed old man opposite him was shining brightly, and a distorted time force field surrounded him. Most notably, the old man was holding a crystal-clear crystal, within which was Sealed some heart-palpitating existence—this was a Hunyuan Realm Martial Artist whose Realm was not below that of the Grand Hall Master!

"An envoy from the Time-Space Divine Temple..." Lin Yuan's main body decisively cut off the connection. Since he had decided to let his Clone develop independently, he should not interfere too much. He had already named his Clone Trace-less, and from now on, he would let the Clone make its own decisions regarding Cultivation. He took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the Cultivation of the Soul Devouring Seal.

The Materials prepared this time were even more precious: ten thousand top-grade Soul crystals containing phantom Souls inside, one thousand Spirit Soul Grasses that would emit whimpering sounds, one hundred Demon Soul Bones covered in natural runes, and fifty thousand Law power crystals. Using his finger as a pen, Lin Yuan drew a bizarre Formation with a diameter of three zhang on the ground, with wisps of black Qi seeping from every dao pattern.

When the four Devouring Origin dao patterns were activated simultaneously, unimaginable pain swept through his entire body. Lin Yuan felt his Soul being torn into pieces, then reorganized, then torn apart again... This cycle repeated over and over. Blood seeped from his seven orifices, and black curse patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, but his eyes remained as clear as ever.

At dawn on the seventh day, the quiet room suddenly fell into absolute darkness. Then, with a dull thud, all the items turned into powder. In the dust, a pitch-black rune floated at Lin Yuan's fingertip; just staring at it would make one's Soul ache.

"Three times combat power..." Lin Yuan stared at the Soul Devouring Seal, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. If this strike were launched when the enemy was completely unprepared, the vast majority of those at the Peak of the Feather Transformation Realm would have to suffer defeat!

Having finished his seclusion, a silver sundial phantom appeared in Lin Yuan's pupils. After ten days of consolidation, he had not only stabilized his Cultivation at the Perfection of the Myriad Laws Realm but also obtained two Heaven-Defying Spells. It was time to go out and stretch his muscles—besides, his Clone seemed to have encountered some situation earlier. Fortunately, he had left a trace of Primordial Purple Qi in its body, otherwise, he might not have been able to wake it up. He didn't know what kind of situation had occurred...