The map expanded, base defenses strengthened, tank control difficulty increased, skill appearance probability decreased, and ammunition quantity settings added…
Su He took it for granted. Even a mere wisp of consciousness, a cultivator's consciousness is far stronger than that of a mortal. After a slight adaptation, these guys became masters of the game as soon as they got their hands on it.
True aim and shoot!
Without increased difficulty, there was simply no playability.
Everyone was already in a frenzy, especially Meng Xuan and the battle cultivators, each leading the blue and red teams, one relying on brute force, the other stubbornly trying to employ tactics.
Meanwhile, the feedback Su He received from the laws was rapidly increasing. He set aside the laws related to explosions and assassinations for the time being, focusing on the laws related to domains and space.
It's okay if you don't understand, just look. Imprint it in your mind first, and once your cultivation knowledge catches up, you'll naturally understand.
It's somewhat like the rote memorization of childhood; when the time comes, understanding will naturally dawn.
Three days flew by, Su Huanian's elixir was ready, and Feng Yaya was about to transform into a beast again. Her consciousness transforming into a beast was different from the Dragon God Sacrifice.
The Dragon God Sacrifice involved consciousness condensing into a beast form. Feng Yaya's consciousness merged into the body of a beast, becoming real flesh and blood.
Having transformed into a beast multiple times, Feng Yaya was now adept at it. She found a comfortable spot to lie down, Su Huanian set up a formation to guide her consciousness. A pale blue light, like lightning, rose from Feng Yaya's body, striking and entering a small white ape nearby.
This consciousness lightning looked somewhat familiar, bearing a resemblance to the soul beast of Feng Yaya.
The lightning entered the white ape's forehead, and after a moment, everything calmed down. The white ape jumped up to move its limbs, getting used to its new body.
In half an hour, it completely adapted and called out to Su Huanian a few times. Su Huanian flicked an elixir into the white ape's mouth.
This was a Soul-Separating Elixir, the elixir divided into Yin and Yang; one for the white ape to swallow, the other for Feng Yaya's physical body to take, sealing memories simultaneously.
Afterward, Feng Yaya could live as a white ape, drinking dew and eating wild fruits, a genuine white ape. When her consciousness awakens and autonomously restores memories within the white ape's body, she would have passed the ordeal of losing herself.
But when consciousness returns and merges with the beast blood refined from the bronze pot, she truly transforms into a beast. Condensing a second body!
The little white ape was the carrier Feng Yaya chose for her consciousness transformation. Its tribe was annihilated, and the lone ape was pitiable. Feng Yaya's transformation also lent it a helping hand, and after her consciousness leaves following a successful transformation, the white ape would have the capital to survive.
Su Huanian nodded gently to everyone, carrying the bewildered white ape, leaped up, and flew out of the small world, heading straight for the Dongyun Mountains.
Feng Yaya's physical body lay in the treehouse palace she had built herself, with camels guarding around, their eyes occasionally glancing in the direction of the Thunder Ape territory, where the aroma of monkey wine brewed by the Thunder Apes filled the air.
Su He plunged into the sea, continuing to comprehend the laws and understand the Barbarian King's Refinement of Realms technique. This technique of refining space involved too broad a range of knowledge. Although Su He had received the inheritance, he still couldn't understand it.
His knowledge was indeed lacking in many areas.
However, it wasn't without gains. Su He lurked at the bottom of the water, pressed down with a turtle claw, and a dark barrier appeared, trapping a two-star spear shrimp. The shrimp dashed left and right, blocked by the barrier, unable to escape. Its pincers opened, and with a snap, it fired at the barrier.
The barrier rippled slightly, showing no abnormalities.
This kind of barrier technique was just a minor application of the Barbarian King's Refinement of Realms technique, and the effect was very good.
Green Snake lay on Su He's turtle shell, poking the barrier with her tail, somewhat envious. She had been living on Su He's turtle shell these days, inseparable from him.
Su He looked at her and chuckled, "Don't worry, my clan sister has arranged a fortune for you, which should surprise you."
Bailings arranged for Teng Snake to not only shape Su He's Basalt true body but also left a fortune for Green Snake. Unfortunately, during the last Seven Extremes Secret Realm, Green Snake was not in place. The fortune was still on the fleeing Teng Snake.
Su He was not yet confident in defeating that Teng Snake and had to wait a little longer.
"Don't be in a hurry to transform into human form!"
Bailings had mentioned that Green Snake should be able to become a new species, even if not a Divine Beast, certainly a special snake demon.
There was no rush to take human form.
Green Snake was stunned for a while, her eyes lighting up instantly. She had heard so much about that existence that her ears were about to develop calluses.
The Toad bragged all day long, and earlier this year, a golden dragon came, even more reverent than the Toad, constantly praising Bailings.
This world was left by that clan sister.
Such an existence, actually leaving her a fortune? For a moment, the snake found it hard to believe. Excited for a while, Green Snake then looked at the spirit snake beside her imitating her, feeling increasingly strange.
Dragon Turtle… wasn't aiming for her, was it?
There's no such thing as a free lunch!
She looked at the Dragon Turtle beneath her, her snake tongue flicking rapidly.
Why did the snake suddenly become unstable? Su He wondered.
The Toad's voice echoed in his heart: "Can-Chen Daoist's secret realm has started, aren't you going to take a look?"
Can-Chen Daoist mentioned three days ago that he had built a new secret realm, which was just completed today, inviting everyone from Qianjiang to explore.
"Let's go!" Su He responded, and the dormant consciousness within Qianjiang woke up. On the battlefield of the island tank battle, tanks roamed wild.
But the players were all kinds of spirits and soul beasts. Since Can-Chen Daoist's secret realm had opened, they had to give face and try their luck. Everyone gathered at Can-Chen Daoist's island.
At this moment, a group of soul beasts, driving tanks, crashed around.
The Toad did not personally enter the fray but set up a betting pool as the bookie. Both teams of soul beasts bet on their own victory, and the stakes grew larger and larger.
The Toad was so excited that its claws were trembling.
"Moderation is key!" Su He reminded, being a bookie was just a clear way to fleece others. It was fine to play, but don't make it too ugly.
He flickered and landed on Can-Chen Daoist's island. The island was small but exquisitely beautiful, with mountains, waterfalls, birdsong, and fragrant flowers.
Under the pine tree in front of the waterfall, with a chessboard and a pot of old tea, Can-Chen Daoist was playing chess with Nanming Zhenren. Nanming Zhenren appeared to be a seven or eight-year-old child, with only the name "Nanming" written above his head. This senior was very good-natured; whether you called him a child or a senior, he was always cheerful.
Nanming Zhenren's cultivation method was special, always appearing as a mortal, undergoing life and death reincarnation every hundred years. After death, he would be reborn from his grave. With each reincarnation, his cultivation level would advance further.
"Be careful, Nanming senior, this chessboard is personally refined by Can-Chen senior, I've seen it with my own eyes." Before Su He even landed on the island, a speech bubble rose above his head.
Can-Chen Daoist's face stiffened, and an expression of stewing a turtle in an iron pot flickered above his head.
Expressions in Qianjiang were easy to use, just a slight edit of laws like "Mirror Image" or "Manifestation." The edited expressions could also be stored in Qianjiang, ready for anyone to use directly.
Nanming Zhenren, who was about to make a move, paused imperceptibly and stood up without a word. A scroll unfolded above his head with words appearing: "Su He, you've come too?"
He stepped away from the chessboard, approached Su He, and patted Su He's turtle shell, praising: "Your tank is well made. When you're free, come play at Tianmen Palace in Douyun Great World. We can make a few tanks in reality."
Douyun Great World ranked low among the three thousand great worlds, but Tianmen Palace was famous. Currently, two of the ten immortal sects' leaders' wives in the Mysterious Wasteland were from Tianmen Palace.
It was a solid ally of the Mysterious Wasteland.
Su He gladly accepted the invitation.
Can-Chen Daoist also carefully placed his chess piece and approached Su He with a smile, handing over a jade slip: "The pen-shaped magical treasure you wanted, I've designed it. Take a look, is it to your liking? If there's anything unsatisfactory, we can modify it."
Su He was overjoyed, an expression of a laughing baby with hands on hips appeared above his head: "Thank you, Can-Chen senior! I'll first try my luck in the senior's secret realm. After my main body reviews the design, I'll consult with the senior if there's anything unclear."
Su He did not refuse. These were seniors who had been cultivating for countless years, who had long since returned to their true selves. If they were happy, they showed it; if they were displeased, they showed it. There was no need to pretend in front of them. If there was something unsuitable, just ask the senior to modify the design.
Pretending otherwise would only be annoying.
After bidding farewell to the two seniors, Su He parted the waterfall and headed for the secret realm set up by Can-Chen Daoist, with Nanming Zhenren reminding him in the public area: "Be careful and comprehend well. Can-Chen's secret realm is a replica of a corner of the Xuanhuang Grotto-Heaven. Perhaps it will be useful when you explore the Xuanhuang Grotto-Heaven in the future."
Su He replied: "Thank you for the reminder, Nanming senior."
Becoming a Dragon Turtle allowed him to access different information. The secrets of the three thousand great worlds, which he couldn't even hear the names of before, were now easily within reach.
The Xuanhuang Grotto-Heaven was a secret realm that formed in the Mysterious Wasteland during ancient times when the Mysterious Wasteland was still known as the Xuanhuang Great World, truly the first among all heavens.
The Fenghuang Great World only rose to prominence later, and its methods were not entirely honorable, having stolen the essence of Xuanhuang.
The jade slip hung on the dragon horn, transferring its contents to the main body.
The consciousness body crashed into the waterfall and entered the secret realm.
A sense of ancient desolation passed through, and although this secret realm was just a mountain, it was vast beyond sight.
Su He floated in mid-air, carefully comprehending—this was Can-Chen senior's man-made secret realm. The point wasn't to conquer the secret realm, but to experience the application of laws within it!
This was the application of spatial laws, not just about changing size at will. This secret realm gave Su He a very real feeling.
This mountain, this water, seemed like the outside world!
Su He carefully comprehended, and after an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes, a flash of understanding rising within him. Stabilizing a world wasn't just about increasing density or strength but about transforming the illusory into reality!
No wonder Gu Luo recommended him to come to Qianjiang.
The Mountain and Sea Mysterious Realm had been condensed for too long, everything was nearly as real as the actual world, and Su He couldn't feel what the transformation from illusion to reality was like at all!
Dragon Turtle cultivation, the importance of the inner world accounted for eighty percent. The more stable the inner world, the better. The so-called stability meant turning the inner world into reality!
There were two ways to solidify the inner world: one was to continuously strengthen the essence of the inner world, which would naturally evolve as the essence grew. The other was to integrate the various laws one understood and comprehended into the inner world. As the laws condensed, the inner world became more real.
But the second method had higher requirements. If the inner world itself was not strong enough and laws were hastily integrated, there was a risk of collapse.
Su He's consciousness crawled slowly in the secret realm, recording what he saw and heard, while carefully comprehending how Can-Chen Daoist used the laws of the Mysterious Realm to construct the secret realm.
In Bailings' small world, Su He's main body slowly opened his eyes, recalling the design of the magical treasure absorbed by the consciousness body.
Point of Ink!
The pen-shaped magical treasure designed by Can-Chen Daoist was named Point of Ink, probably considering Su He's identity. The entire pen was forged from Divine Beast materials. Just the core, auxiliary, and spread bristles used for the pen tip were made from several kinds of Divine Beast fur, and each part of the pen, such as the tip and the edge, had completely different refining methods.
Su He couldn't understand at all! He could only see that the entire pen seemed alive, with meridians and acupoints within.
But it didn't matter, these were not for Su He to consider. Can-Chen Daoist provided a foolproof tutorial, just follow the steps to refine.
Su He only cared about the effect after refining.
As long as it could perfectly merge with the Heaven-Opening Pen, then it was a good pen. He would ask Su Huanian for help later.
Su He gathered his thoughts, the exploration of the secret realm in Qianjiang continued, and his main body once again comprehended the Barbarian King's Refinement of Realms technique.
Green Snake hung bored on the turtle shell.
Su He's consciousness sank into the Sea of Consciousness within the Sense Realm, glanced at the Bright Mirror, which had no updates, everything as usual.
Status: Lightly Injured
Race: Dragon Turtle
Realm: Opening Heaven First Layer
The injury hadn't completely healed, although it was no longer a major issue, it would still take about a month to recuperate.
Time passed day by day in such days, and Su He's understanding of the Barbarian King's Refinement of Realms technique became more thorough. He could already create storage equipment, but to refine the entrance of the small world into the remnants of the Three Lives Gate's stone pillars was still far from enough.
Refining the gate of a world was completely different from refining a piece of space.
Green Snake would go to the treehouse every so often to feed Feng Yaya the Inedia Elixir and check her status.
As autumn turned to winter, Green Snake began to feel lethargic. Although she had already condensed most of her True Blood and didn't need to hibernate, her nature was hard to resist, and she spent about seventy percent of her day in a state of deep sleep.
Su He's spirit snake did the same, basking in the sun on the turtle shell and falling into a deep slumber.
Everything was peaceful in Bailings' world.
Until a camel on the island let out an anxious cry. Green Snake woke up instantly, and Su He had already teleported over, seeing the camel tapping its hooves on a tree branch, looking at Feng Yaya in the treehouse palace, panting continuously.
Feng Yaya's face was pale, trembling from time to time.
"She's seriously injured!" Green Snake whispered, "The last two times before death, when the consciousness beast body was severely injured, the main body reacted like this."
Attacked again?
Ordinary beasts lived in constant danger. Su He felt his luck was incredibly good; as a transformed wild goose who lost his memory, he was still able to survive.
"Should we go check?" Green Snake asked softly. Yaya had already failed to transform into a beast twice, and this time Su Huanian was directly by her side, surely hidden and not leaving her side. Even if other wild beasts attacked, she would certainly assist in a reasonable manner.
It shouldn't have been an injury that affected the main body to this extent.
Su He pondered for a moment and shook his head. Even if the consciousness body shattered, it wouldn't harm the root; the main body was the root.
He softly called out in his heart, and the Toad, dressed in a mink coat, jumped out from Qianjiang. He gave Su He a thumbs-up, pulled out a canoe from his pocket, jumped on it, stuffed in a spirit stone, and the canoe shot through the sky.
Its speed was even faster than the Flying Boat given by Qing Cang. It was unknown how many treasures the Toad had recently won.
Su He did not leave, staying by Feng Yaya's side. The little girl's condition gradually stabilized, probably just a common serious injury.
Until the Toad's voice urgently rang in his heart: "Come! It's Teng Snake!"
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