Having confirmed the arrangements, he continued to absorb negative thoughts to evolve into the ultimate form. Li Cheng颐 refocused his attention on the relationship between the Saintly Throne and the Sword Furnace.

‘If there are only the three ways to attain the Dao of the Saintly Throne that Senior Brother mentioned, then how should I, who cultivates the forbidden knowledge path of Eternal Life, find a path to Dao attainment from within them?’

Eternal Life is a forbidden path that infinitely enhances the strength of flesh and blood, while the Dao attainment of the Saintly Throne consists of three paths: first, eternal escape; second, merging with the world; and third, self-reconstruction of a new world, naturally mastering everything.

‘Looking at these three paths, the essence of the Saintly Throne is to be unaffected by the endless world tribulations. So, how do I integrate Eternal Life into it?’

Li Cheng颐 pondered carefully.

The advantage of Eternal Life lies in its extreme strength and the fact that it is a forbidden knowledge, a path no one has walked before, which means that as long as he doesn't encounter any accidents, he can reach the uncontested pinnacle.

But essentially, what is the connection between this and the Yin Codex Sword Furnace?

The sect would never allow its disciples to individually switch to a forbidden knowledge path and abandon their own essential techniques.

Therefore, there must be a key that he has not yet grasped.

Yin Codex, and forbidden knowledge...

The Yin Codex’s Creation Furnace uses all things as fuel. What if the results of cultivating forbidden knowledge are used as fuel...?

‘If I use this method to reverse integrate into the Yin Codex... perhaps...’ Li Cheng颐 suddenly gained some insight.

He has just reached the end of the first stage of enhancement and has not yet completed the second stage, but he can try burning the Eternal Life of the first stage into the Sword Furnace first.

As for how to burn it.

His brow twitched, and instantly some extremely tiny blood cells in his body turned into particles and seeped into the Sword Furnace.

At this time, the Sword Furnace was no longer in the Yuan Shen Sword Palace.

But in a dark mental world he had created, a world called the Yin Realm within the Yin Codex.

As the blood seeped in and burned, the flames of the Sword Furnace began to expand again.

A circle of gray-white flames spread out from within, releasing and spreading towards the surroundings.

Instantly, Li Cheng颐 could feel his mental power being greatly enhanced.

At least an 80% increase!

He gasped.

Just burning such a small amount of blood had such a big effect.

He suddenly thought of a sentence that Senior Brother Xuan Yunzi had said before.

After reaching the Saint and Dimensional levels, the amount of energy actually has little impact, because everyone has an entire world and dimension behind them as support, and the energy is endless.

‘So, the key is the quality of energy. In other words, the essence of the Sword Furnace is still purification, burning and purifying to produce absolutely top-level powerful forces.’

Li Cheng颐 vaguely understood the essence of the Tian Ju Pavilion's system.

This is a path of collecting various powerful system forces to be invested into the Creation Furnace for burning, thereby enhancing the essence of energy.

The more powerful the heretical path, the higher the quality of power obtained after burning.

The relationship between the forbidden system and the Yin Codex should be that they will eventually merge into one, becoming the result of a unique Yin Codex Furnace.

And before that, the stronger the forbidden system and the greater the results, the higher the results of the Yin Codex after fusion.

Understanding this, Li Cheng颐 focused all his attention on Eternal Life.

The next day.

Ten teams representing Biqiu City officially boarded the bus to Su Yi City, the provincial capital.

In the enlarged and widened version of the bus, Luo Ting, with bandages on his face and body, sat by the window, sighing as he looked at the long, white legs passing by outside.

However, unlike other males who wanted to mate, he wanted more to become one of them.

"Hehe, good morning, trash."

Suddenly, an extremely annoying mocking voice floated from the bus door.

*Crack.*

The atmosphere inside the bus instantly dropped, and pairs of murderous eyes focused on the bus door, landing on the strong squirrel standing upright.

"Can you say less?" Kui said helplessly from behind, pushing Li Cheng颐 onto the bus.

"Am I wrong? The people of Biqiu City are all trash. It would be better if just the two of us outsiders represented this place. Anyway, going there is just to make up the numbers." Li Cheng颐 walked onto the bus casually and looked at the seats.

"I want this seat, get out of the way." He casually grabbed a strong man sitting by the window, threw him aside, and sat down in his seat impudently.

"You!!!!?" The strong man's face turned red, and he clenched his fists, about to explode in anger.

But he was held tightly and persuaded by his companions.

Although his companions were not as strong as him, he was stuck and unable to move, and could only pant unwillingly in place.

"What? Not convinced?" Li Cheng颐 looked at him provocatively. "Come, come, prove to me that you're not trash!"

He beckoned.

"Okay, Hui, don't cause trouble on the road." Kui was going crazy. He missed the squirrel who used to watch him cultivate silently a long time ago.

Instead of the troublemaking, fighting squirrel he was now.

"Fine, for your sake, I'll give this group of trash the opportunity to ride in the same car as me." Li Cheng颐 snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Through constant mocking probes, he found that the negative thoughts of the people around him had always been maintained at a moderate level.

This meant that they were already getting used to and numb to the previous humiliation. But in the short term, he couldn't think of any more humiliating methods.

'Looks like I need to change leeks.'

Thinking of this, he was too lazy to say anything more, closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his seat to rest.

As he quieted down, the members of the surrounding representative teams secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Ting's tense nerves also slowly relaxed.

He was afraid that this squirrel would cause trouble halfway, but fortunately, it had a sensible companion and friend, otherwise... the Biqiu City representative team would probably be reduced to two people halfway.

It was only a little over a hundred kilometers from Biqiu City to Su Yi City, the provincial capital. In just an hour, the bus arrived in the city.

At the same time, representative teams from other prefecture-level cities in the province arrived here by car from all over the province.

To Li Cheng颐, who had seen the technologically advanced Earth and Moon era, the city scenery here was nothing to look at.

He ignored Kui, who was curious about everything, and instead strolled around the venue on his own.

A strolling squirrel-man attracted the attention of many people around him.

The provincial sports hall was much larger than that of Biqiu City. The interior was divided into more than a dozen hall areas, which were occupied and prepared by the teams from more than a dozen prefecture-level cities, respectively.

The competition officially started at two o'clock in the afternoon. The provincial leaders had already arrived in the judging seats in advance. The official organizers' bodyguards, responsible for defense, held various thermal weapons and glared around, creating a strong deterrent force.

It must be said that after only strolling around for a while, Li Cheng颐 discovered opponents who made him feel a faint sense of threat.

It was a hall area far from the Biqiu City hall. A sign stood outside, which read: Shenxi City.

Inside the hall area, two burly and strong long-haired men, wearing red and black tight-fitting martial arts uniforms, were confronting each other and talking in low voices.

Looking at their fierce faces and the posture of their auras erupting, it looked like they might fight at any moment.

Li Cheng颐 became interested and joined the many participating members watching the excitement.

"What's going on with these two? They look very strong."

Li Cheng颐 patted the shoulder of a person in front of him and asked in a low voice.

Standing in front was a bearded, bald, strong man. Hearing this, he replied casually without turning his head.

"It's just internal strife between the Shenxi Temple's martial brothers. It's not often that ordinary people can see experts at the martial artist level sparring. The one in red is Xueyan (Blood Eyes) Han Chi Hu, and the one in black is his senior brother Lushen (Godslayer) Dao Rong Ting. Both of them are famous martial artists in this province!"

Martial artist.

Li Cheng颐 heard this term again. He had heard it from Kui before.

"How strong are martial artists exactly?" He couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Hehe... I don't know. Every martial artist has his own unique skills. After all, the standard is to defeat a standard tactical team alone, and there are many ways to do it." The bearded strong man replied casually.

"That makes sense. So, it's possible that a martial artist might be a flawed genius?" Li Cheng颐 asked.

"That's right, but these two are different. Shenxi Temple is the strongest martial arts force in our Wu Province. It has produced many martial artists, and the current abbot is also the strongest grandmaster expert in the province." The bearded strong man introduced.

"I see..." Li Cheng颐 nodded.

Just as he was watching the excitement,

A tall man with short brown hair came to the Biqiu City hall area.

"Luo Ting, you still have the nerve to come and participate in the competition?" The man raised his chin, not hiding his disgust and contempt.

"Coming to participate in the war with injuries, are you preparing to blame your losses on your injuries?"

"Wang Chudong!" Luo Ting's expression changed, and he stood up.

In Biqiu City, Feiyun Temple is the absolute strongest, and has represented Biqiu City in various competitions many times.

And as the strongest of the younger generation of Feiyun Temple, he is definitely qualified to represent the temple.

But being the strongest in the city does not mean being the same outside. Feiyun Temple also has its old rivals.

And Wang Chudong in front of him is the strongest representative of the younger generation of the old rival, Huanglin Temple.

"Have you heard about the Liehu Sect?" Wang Chudong crossed his arms, his expression stern.

"Liehu Sect?" Luo Ting frowned.

"The Liehu Sect has changed its sect master. The previous Xiang He Song was killed on the spot. The current sect master is a guy named Hong Shan, and it is said that the top martial artist who actually killed Xiang He Song is standing behind him." Wang Chudong said.

"So what? What does it have to do with us?" Luo Ting said coldly.

"That's right, your Biqiu City is already useless. It's meaningless to tell you trash about this kind of thing. Anyway, you're not qualified to participate." Wang Chudong sneered.

"You!!" Luo Ting thought he would be angry, but when he really heard the other party's meaningless mockery, he found that he seemed to have calmed down a lot.

Compared to the squirrel-man's swear words, Wang Chudong in front of him was undoubtedly much gentler.

"Then what's the point of you running over here to tell me this now?" Luo Ting frowned.

"Hehe, you think I want to? Isn't it because Xiang He Song's only daughter, Xiang Han Ying, escaped to Shenxi Temple? His father and the abbot are old friends for many years, so they decided to join forces to avenge Xiang Han Ying. A public trial will be held against Hong Shan. So the master asked me to come and ask you Feiyun Temple if you want to join us." Wang Chudong said casually.

"The Shenxi Temple abbot... is that grandmaster going to take action himself? This is indeed a big deal..." Luo Ting's expression suddenly became serious.

"This matter may not be easy." Just as he was speaking, a black-haired woman with a bun walked out of the crowd.

The woman wore a pure white martial arts uniform, highlighting her graceful curves. Although the muscle lines were faintly visible, it still did not affect the healthy and vigorous beauty she exuded.

Her skin was fair, her chest was full, but her face was completely opposite to the hotness of her figure, carrying a cold, pure and inviolable temperament.

(End of chapter)