Formless Seal Method

As the black mist entered his body, Xiang Yuan felt a sudden wave of drowsiness. He drifted in a daze to a vast, dark sea.

The sea wasn't originally black; it had been polluted by an outsider.

Weak and helpless, he was isolated in a corner, watching a three-headed, six-armed demon god stir up trouble from afar. The heavens were vast, the earth was vast, and in his hazy state, his own faint spark of spiritual light was about to dissipate.

Buzzzzz!!

From beneath the black sea, a small Bagua mirror emerged.

Divine objects conceal themselves, appearing ordinary. At this moment, divine light erupted, revealing its true form.

It was shaped like a full moon, its surface as smooth as autumn water. The back of the mirror was engraved with mystical runes, as if containing the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

Layer upon layer of light superimposed, casting black and white light into the sky above the black sea. Yin-yang fish eyes were at the center, surrounded by the eight trigram symbols of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui. Every stroke and every line held infinite mystery.

With the appearance of this mirror, righteousness endured, capable of resisting all evil. In an instant, it swept away the black sea, clearing the darkness and bringing calm. Divine light shone through, connecting heaven and earth, leaving the three-headed, six-armed demon god nowhere to hide and no escape.

"This, how can this thing be here?"

Under the illumination of the divine light, the Spiritual Light Old Devil, surrounded by swirling black mist, was terrified to the point of death. He couldn't believe it was Old Daoist Quexin's scheme, but the facts were before him, leaving him no choice but to believe.

At the brink of death, he fought back with all his might, unleashing multiple demonic arts in succession, hoping only to break through and completely escape the treasure mirror's power.

After the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

The Spiritual Light Old Devil sighed, "Master, you did not misjudge me..."

With those words, his three-headed, six-armed body turned to dust, and specks of golden light fell into his sea of consciousness, perishing in the world.

The treasure mirror seemed unsatisfied. The yin-yang fish swam, and the Bagua symbols opened up one illusory realm after another, tracing other worlds and severing all possibilities of the Spiritual Light Old Devil's return.

From then on, there was no more Spiritual Light Old Devil, nor Spiritual Light Grand Tutor, Spiritual Light Old Buddha, Spiritual Light Grandmaster, Spiritual Light Young Hero... in all the heavens.

Meanwhile, Xiang Yuan heard the sound of a mirror shattering and woke up with a sneeze.

He touched his chest and took out the damaged Bagua Heart-Protecting Mirror, recalling the recent events in disbelief. "I was possessed by the Left Emissary of the Yellow Springs Path and almost died..."

"Wait a minute, how do I know who he is?"

Xiang Yuan's head throbbed as fragmented images flooded his mind, all related to the Spiritual Light Old Devil.

His mind churned, memories surging like a tide.

Past scenes drifted like smoke and mist, lingering in his heart, or like a surging river, pouring into his sea of consciousness.

There was the innocence of childhood, playing and frolicking; the diligence of a young student, tirelessly studying; the thrill of adventuring in the Jianghu, seeking justice and settling scores; the insights of cultivation, grasping profound truths...

First, he eradicated evil and championed justice, then he fell into the demonic path, his sins unforgivable, a tragic turn of events that made one sigh.

There were joys and sorrows, gains and losses.

Memory fragments were tangled like threads, some bright, some dim, some near, some far, some clear, some blurry, difficult to sort out, weaving together a complex and intricate tapestry.

The Spiritual Light Old Devil was dead, and only a fraction of his memories remained. But even that fraction was overwhelming for Xiang Yuan. He dared not delve deeper and hastily withdrew from this river of memories.

"So this is what opportunity feels like..."

Xiang Yuan stroked the Bagua Heart-Protecting Mirror, feeling excited yet incredibly regretful. What a wonderful treasure mirror, and it had cracked.

Thinking of Old Daoist Quexin again, he couldn't help but exclaim, "What a brilliant calculation! Master wasn't just putting on a show; he truly had something."

He closed his eyes and sensed, standing at the edge of the river of memories. He dipped a toe in, feeling the pain in his head subside, and then cautiously reached in and stirred it.

There were too many memory fragments from the Spiritual Light Old Devil. He couldn't absorb them all at once; they needed to be buried deep and searched for when needed.

Ah, he used keyword extraction.

This time, he used keywords like 'cultivation method,' 'divine art,' and 'martial technique.'

Hundreds of memory fragments surged forth. Most of the cultivation methods were incomplete or too profound for him to cultivate currently. After careful selection, only a few were applicable.

The first cultivation method, 'Three Yin Life and Death Book,' came from the Southern Border's Yellow Springs Dao, a top-tier force and one of the Eight Great Demonic Beings.

The Three Yin Life and Death Book was a divine art passed down by the Left Emissary of the Yellow Springs Path. Only one person could cultivate it each generation. It could serve as a martial artist's fundamental cultivation method, reaching Great Accomplishment, making one like a Yama Lord who held life and death in his palm, possessing immense divine power.

Due to its incompleteness, this divine art stopped at the Innate realm, lacking the subsequent methods for circulating energy.

Even so, the Three Yin Life and Death Book was still incredibly precious to Xiang Yuan. It was only missing the later stages; he would worry about that later and focus on the present.

This was a divine art that many people would beg for on their knees!

Xiang Yuan happily looked at this cultivation method. It could be cultivated from the Foundation Establishment stage and included a palm technique and a movement technique.

Blood Transformation Divine Palm.

Thirteen Changes of Yin Wind Ghost Mist.

The second cultivation method, 'Formless Seal Method,' came from the Northern Qi's True Heart Dao. It was a secret inheritance of the sect, infinitely profound, with boundless mysteries, seizing the creation of heaven and earth to directly point towards the path of immortality.

This cultivation method was deeply ingrained in the Spiritual Light Old Devil's memory, so it was preserved perfectly, without any omissions.

The Formless Seal Method could serve as a martial artist's fundamental cultivation method, focusing on auxiliary functions. It had no offensive power on its own. Xiang Yuan was at a loss for words, unable to describe it, calling it an upgraded combination of the Yi Jin Jing and the Minor Formless Technique.

The cultivation method had no realm requirements; it could be cultivated at any stage. It strengthened the primordial spirit internally and the divine power externally, cleansed the marrow and reshaped the bones, reversed meridians and altered acupoints, making it a top-tier divine art in the world.

The Formless Seal Method's general principles were divided into two parts: Candle Yin Casting God and Myriad Forms Body Tempering, which combined to form the dual cultivation of nature and life.

Candle Yin Casting God strengthened the primordial spirit, while Myriad Forms Body Tempering emphasized "the body is formless, the qi is shapeless," where formlessness is all forms, and shapelessness is all shapes.

Body without form, meridians can be changed, acupoints can wander and shift, qi flows eternally, avoiding death and extending life.

Cultivating Formless True Qi allows it to transform into myriad forms, simulate myriad types of true qi, and control myriad cultivation methods, thus its qi is formless.

Those who attain Myriad Forms Body Tempering possess a far greater mastery over the details of true qi and their physical bodies compared to those of the same level. As long as they have corresponding secret manuals for reference, they can alter their true qi and simulate special properties, achieving a deceptive effect that is indistinguishable from the real thing.

Ordinary imitations are naturally inferior to the original. If the original has ten points, the imitation might only have eight, or perhaps even less than six.

The heaven-defying aspect of Formless Seal Method is its ability to enhance the grade of cultivation methods. While ordinary simulations achieve eight points, it achieves ten, or even twelve.

The remaining memory fragments, being incomplete, only offer three moves and two stances. These include incomplete techniques from common skills like Thousand Jin Drop, the Heavenly Blade Sect's 'Lone Star Chasing Moon', the Blood Sea Dao's 'Killing Heart Eternal', the Peerless Palace's body-tempering method 'Blazing Fire Forging True Gold', and the Shaolin Flower Picking Finger.

The Spiritual Light Old Devil was truly a treasure trove, who knew how many gold coins it dropped.

For a time, Xiang Yuan was no longer lacking in cultivation methods. He hurried to the corner, sat cross-legged behind the offering table, thanked his master, and then thanked the host of this place, Heavenly Venerable of Morality, before beginning to cultivate Formless Seal Method.

The void is formless, all beings have myriad forms;

All that has form is originally formless.

The form of formlessness encompasses all forms;

Formlessness as the body, myriad forms imprinted upon me.

Outside, the rain continued incessantly. Inside, Xiang Yuan, having just glimpsed the gateway to Formless Seal Method, strengthened his primordial spirit internally and his divine strength externally, cleansed his marrow and reshaped his bones, reversed his meridians and altered his acupoints...

He channeled qi into the Ren Meridian, and the Shenque Acupoint, which had troubled him for a long time, opened.

It was just that his head ached intensely, as if being pricked by needles or scorched by fire, making him want to draw his saber and split his primordial spirit into three.