Above the firmament.
Li Xuanxiao recalled once more that sea of flames that symbolized utter destruction.
The Teng Tribe's instant annihilation had not only crushed his plan in the bud, but had also been a cold, absolute warning from the Heavenly Dao in response to his probing.
Any attempt to forcibly reverse fate and implant an anomaly would invite an ultimate erasure beyond endurance.
"The might of the Heavenly Dao has reached such heights..."
Li Xuanxiao murmured inwardly.
A temporary quiet chamber had been opened, filled with layer upon layer of isolation and concealment formations.
There was no wind within. Only the aura of spiritual energy circling his body
flowed soundlessly like tangible halos of light, casting a glow over his face, tranquil and abyss-deep.
"Forcibly creating life triggers heavenly punishment... this path will not work."
Li Xuanxiao sat cross-legged, his fingertips unconsciously tapping against his knee, producing faint yet distinct knocking sounds.
"I must borrow the natural workings of heaven and earth to accomplish the deed of deceiving heaven and crossing the sea."
Drawing upon his previous experience.
Li Xuanxiao found one treasure after another that met his requirements.
These treasures had to fulfill one condition at the same time.
Their vitality had to be contained within, their forms naturally wrought—fundamentally different from fleshly embryos forcibly kneaded together after birth—and they had to possess an innate layer of natural disguise.
Born of heaven and nurtured by earth, containing the opportunity of creation.
Using this as the foundation, it could bear a wisp of my divided soul.
It could enter reincarnation and be naturally gestated through a Demon Race mother.
That should avoid, to the greatest extent possible, the Heavenly Dao's judgment of it as an anomaly."
A sharp glint flashed in Li Xuanxiao's eyes as he deduced every possibility