A month later, at dusk.
At the entrance of the Cliff Cave Dwelling, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair, staring at the Gray Wall with satisfaction.
"Not easy."
Nine Lives Tribulation Splitting Art: Limit;
"Though that old man Hu Buwei was black-hearted, he really didn't lie. It's just that his understanding of the Tribulation Splitting Art was probably far from complete."
"The max-level Nine Lives Tribulation Splitting Art doesn't split the burden equally among the arts—it distributes it evenly. All the Peach Divine Lords, together with myself, share it equally."
Chen Mu carefully sensed the information relayed by the Gray Wall, the smile on his face growing brighter.
And the Peach Divine Lords could share the burden of the art because their Qi Mechanisms were connected?
What about his Heavenly Demon Spirit Seeds?
Those things could practically be considered a part of himself. Could they also share the burden of the art like the Peach Divine Lords?
Chen Mu's heart began pounding uncontrollably.
He immediately reversed the Divine Aperture River Chariot, refined nine strands of Innate Qi, and sent them all into the space between his brows.
Yin Fault Yang Deviation also began spinning rapidly, transforming the Yin Spirit Divine Power throughout his body into cold white mist.
The two worked together to nourish the Heavenly Demon Body, countless thousands of miles away.
Chen Mu felt his mind clear, and countless hidden auras surfaced from the depths of his soul. Immediately afterward, a pitch-black canopy appeared within his consciousness.
The canopy was deep and black like the night sky, with points of light flickering across it like billions of stars in the dead of night.
"This feeling of linked Qi Mechanisms... that's it!"
"As long as I use the Nine Lives Tribulation Splitting Art to connect and reshape them,