Gongshan clan territory, in a separate courtyard for distinguished guests from other clans.

Han Zongdi had long hair draped over her shoulders and a height less than half that of an adult. Yet, as she walked through the courtyard, she seemed to emanate an inexplicable ancient and mysterious aura.

Around her, faint white halos were constantly spreading through the air, like soap bubbles bursting one after another.

Subtle sounds quietly entered her ears.

"Your Highness, it seems your transfer this time has been targeted again. Perhaps someone on the inside leaked the secret."

"Isn't Lei Jiu here too? He possesses the true blood of the Nine Phoenixes. Although his father's clan is ordinary, as long as more than half of the true blood is inherited, he is considered to have the bloodline of gods and demons. What do I have to fear with him here?" Han Zongdi said nonchalantly.

Her mother was indeed from the Han Zong family, but her father was the Nanyun Demon Emperor, who ruled an entire realm. Although she was born from a mere incarnation of the Demon Emperor, she was still considered to have the Demon Emperor's bloodline, the true blood of gods and demons, which was not comparable to the ordinary surrounding aristocratic families.

"The Han Zong family may have discovered something, so they quickly found an excuse to send you here. Could it be that there is a powerful figure here who can suppress your identity?" the voice questioned.

"Lei Jiu is hiding here too. When the Nine Phoenix clan comes looking, they'll look for him first. He's a big target and provides cover. What's the rush?" Han Zongdi said casually.

At only ten years old, her intellect had already reached the level of many adults. This was the power of the bloodline of gods and demons.

"When my demonic arts are fully developed, and I break free from this surrounding cradle, I will naturally go back and settle the score with that bitch!"

If she hadn't been trying to avoid secret schemers from her father's side, she wouldn't have deliberately disguised her bloodline, pretending to be a fool whose bloodline hadn't awakened. This made people believe that her main bloodline was that of the Han Zong family.

But no one would have thought that her true main bloodline was actually that of the Nanyun Demon Emperor. Moreover, it was far beyond the proportion of other descendants, at sixty percent!

This meant that from the moment she started cultivating, her starting point was the innate golden core that only top-tier experts possessed.

The Jianghu martial world was roughly divided according to the true energy within the body: acrobatics, third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, gold-jade, peerless, and god-demon.

The difference between first-rate and lower levels lay in this innate golden core. Ordinary people first cultivate external and internal skills, and then combine them to create true energy, which allows them to enter the third-rate level.

After that, true energy merges with divine intent to become second-rate, and then divine intent and true energy transform into the innate golden core to become first-rate.

This was the basic lower limit of first-rate. Although there were different names for various techniques, all the true energy cultivated had a unified standard: it could easily cut through gold and break jade when released purely. The gold here was not gold, but the hardest metal in the world – yuan gold. The jade was not ordinary jade, but Hunyuan treasure jade containing enormous energy.

This was the only standard for the innate golden core.

After the innate golden core was fully developed, one could be called a gold-jade expert. Then came the strongest among the gold-jade experts, who were known as peerless experts.

Finally, when the innate golden core was transformed into divine energy or demonic energy, one reached the god-demon realm.

What was despairing was that those with god-demon bloodlines started with the innate golden core from the beginning, directly saving decades of hard work for ordinary people. Many geniuses might not even be able to cultivate an innate golden core in their entire lives.

But this was just the starting point for those with god-demon bloodlines.

This was the qualitative difference.

Apart from these, Han Zongdi was considered extremely strong even within the god-demon bloodline.

Ordinary people could call themselves god-demon bloodlines with only ten percent of the bloodline, and their cultivation would far surpass ordinary people.

But she had a full sixty percent of her father's bloodline, and her aptitude was far superior to ordinary people.

"Wait, in ten years at most, I will kill my way back to Nanyun Realm and eat that disgusting nine-headed snake!" Han Zongdi's eyes flashed with a faint black light, and a terrifying aura inexplicably emanated from her body.

As for the Han Zong family's intentions, she naturally understood. They simply didn't want to, and didn't dare to, get involved in this vortex.

In a vortex like the god-demon family, a slight carelessness could lead to death and the destruction of the entire clan.

If it were a top-tier family, they might have the confidence, but they were far from enough. That was why they used the excuse of arranging a marriage to send her here.

This was deliberately deceiving the Gongshan family, thinking they were a newly emerging family with insufficient foundation and intelligence, unable to figure out the situation at all.

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Bihai seaside.

A beach more than a hundred miles away from the Gongshan family.

Golden sand, bright sunshine, and scorching temperatures.

Waves of seawater constantly surged upwards.

Li Cheng Yi stood alone on the beach, followed by his family's expert servant, Uncle Ning.

Uncle Ning, Aunt Yuan, and the East Cloud Elder, who only liked to sweep the floor, were the only three servants in their family.

But all three were absolute masters with unique skills, experts who had retired from the Jianghu. Li Cheng Yi didn't know the reason for their retirement, but that didn't stop him from knowing they were very strong.

Although he hadn't actually seen them take action, the vast energy that faintly emanated from them was like three walking hydrogen bombs, extremely exaggerated.

Uncle Ning was a black-haired middle-aged man with a small mustache who looked to be over forty years old.

He looked like a down-and-out swordsman wandering the Jianghu, always carrying a black-handled curved saber wrapped in many strips of cloth on his back.

His eyes were always sad and deeply filled with stories.

But at this moment, those storytelling eyes were fixed on Li Cheng Yi, who was walking towards the sea.

"Young Master, although the Near Sea Royal Court is in awe of the Patriarch's reputation and dares not launch a surprise attack, we must also beware of any stragglers."

He couldn't help but remind him.

"It's okay. After all, I'm just a seven or eight-year-old child. No one will care." Li Cheng Yi carried a black true sword in his hand and stopped when he reached a spot where the seawater submerged his knees.

He raised his sword and pointed it straight ahead.

He seemed to be practicing the Nabaixian (Gathering White Threads), but in his heart, he was confirming the concept of a dimensional anchor point.

After these times of thinking and hesitation, he finally decided to determine the anchor point of his future dimension.

The anchor point was not life force, but the line of vitality that all things possessed!

Where Uncle Ning couldn't see, a faint golden light flashed in the depths of Li Cheng Yi's eyes.

Deep in his mind, within the vast heart-image world that had been established,

A golden meteor fell from the sky and suddenly crashed into the very center of this imagined world.

Like the Tianyuan point on a Go chessboard.

This was planting the anchor point in the Sacred Heart, and also the beginning of the first step in establishing the concept of dimension.

'With vitality as the anchor point, next should be the scale.'

Should it be measuring the vitality of the smallest particles, or the vitality of ordinary living objects? Or the vitality of macroscopic things?

These all needed to be determined.

'According to the contents of the forbidden knowledge, at the beginning, I can only get a rough range based on the intensity of my mental power.'

Li Cheng Yi thought to himself, and suddenly closed his eyes.

His vision turned pitch black.

In this darkness, a faint red thread slowly lit up.

That was the vitality of the sea waves that he had screened out after blocking other sensations.

They constantly shattered and reformed, and in the repeated back and forth, that vitality also constantly appeared and disappeared.

'This is my definition. It is not that only life will have vitality. All things have birth and death. All things may perish at any time. The stronger the vitality, the longer the lifespan. Innate limits and acquired disasters will all affect the intensity of vitality.'

Li Cheng Yi set the range of the scale in his heart. At the same time, his mental power also began to adjust the intensity, range, and frequency fluctuations of his perception.

The mental power of the Sacred Heart was naturally not something that Uncle Ning could sense.

However, what made Li Cheng Yi a little puzzled during the process of adjusting his perception was:

His mental power could be said to have already reached the standard of a Saint Realm. Logically speaking, after entering this world, a powerful Sacred Body corresponding to the Sacred Heart should naturally form.

But there was no reaction here.

This special situation was also a major piece of evidence that led him to guess that he might not be in the Black Sea.

Soon, the scale was determined.

Suddenly, all things in his eyes slowly appeared with faint red thread outlines.

The waves, the beach, the crabs, shells, small fish, shrimps, starfish, and so on.

Even the reefs and sediment had constantly appearing and disappearing red lines of vitality.

'Next, I will try to touch and integrate my will into this dimension.' Being able to observe dimensions was not difficult. What was difficult was knowing what the anchor point concept of a dimension demon god was.

As long as you knew the anchor point concept, you could naturally adjust your perception and observe the other party's dimension.

Next was just following the steps, using the Eternal Vitality system to contact and control this determined unknown dimension.

Li Cheng Yi suspected that the reason why those predecessors had failed was because they had looked in the wrong direction.

The forbidden knowledge system had a unique method that allowed him to contact and integrate his own will into it.

However, this method was a unique, one-time-use item, only available to him alone, fully embodying the unique characteristics of forbidden knowledge.

Li Cheng Yi stood in the seawater, and in the depths of his eyes, countless golden lights gathered and scattered, quickly transforming into red light spots.

Then, immediately afterwards, the red light spots also quickly disappeared, becoming invisible, and reverting to his original ordinary black eyes.

This represented the completion of the first integration of mental power.

This was the first time. He had integrated about ten percent of his mental power, and then was unable to continue. The mental strain was too great, and he needed to rest.

He had to integrate all of his mental power and completely transform the essence of his mental power, becoming one with the dimension, to truly achieve the dimension demon god.

This required an incredibly vast total amount of mental power.

This was also the reason why it took many Saints thousands of years to reach the dimension demon god stage, because most of that time was spent strengthening their own mental power.

A dimension was simply too big, and the size of a dimension observed depended on the size of an individual's mental power.

It was based on all things as the foundation.

Truly top-tier dimension demon gods were terrifying existences that had perfectly integrated their mental power into the entire known area of the Black Sea.

And this was the path that Li Cheng Yi would continue to climb in the future.

Whoosh.

He gripped the sword tightly and began to practice the most basic Nabaixian of the Bihai Swordplay.

One stroke after another.

This was considered a temporary rest after cultivation. After all, this move was too simple for him.

His movements were actually very unstandard at the beginning when he first learned it, but after half a month of adjustment, he was now able to correctly perform the sword strike that Gongshan Qingyang had demonstrated back then.

But Li Cheng Yi was not satisfied with this.

Because he felt a trace of disharmony in this move.

As someone from another world who had also practiced a large number of techniques, coupled with the threefold comprehension brought by Huayu,

Li Cheng Yi began to adjust the details of Nabaixian little by little, in order to make it become the perfect form he envisioned.

This was the first time he had come out to practice the sword, and as time passed.

Gradually, obvious pure white lines began to appear on Li Cheng Yi's sword.

Those lines appeared and then slowly faded and disappeared, just like the constantly undulating waves below.

At the moment of completing the Nabaixian, a trace of special power from the sea began to seep into Li Cheng Yi's body.

(End of chapter)