The Heavenly Demon Origin, A Surprising Discovery

Leaving the Founder's Shrine and passing through a small forest, a cabin appeared ahead, enclosed by a fence that formed a tiny courtyard.

This was where Lin Xiaoyao lived.

Within the sect, cultivators at the Golden Core stage or above could choose locations rich in spiritual energy to establish their own caves, depending on their level of cultivation.

As a Qi Refining disciple, Lin Xiaoyao naturally did not enjoy such privileges.

The sect did provide stone huts for disciples, but as he harbored many secrets, he certainly did not want to live among his peers.

Thus, using the convenience of cleaning the Founder's Shrine as an excuse, he built a small cabin nearby and even enclosed a courtyard with a fence.

No one bothered him about it.

After all, this place was not some treasure land dense with spiritual energy; since it was just sitting empty, no one cared that he lived here.

In fact, this location was even more remote than the Founder's Shrine.

It was extremely quiet.

For five years, no one had ever come to disturb him, and Lin Xiaoyao was naturally very satisfied.

Planting flowers and raising fish, Lin Xiaoyao found contentment in his own company.

After all, unlike ordinary cultivators, he did not need to toil away at his cultivation.

Isn't it much better to just sign in and gain cultivation directly?

Therefore, apart from cleaning the Founder's Shrine, Lin Xiaoyao had plenty of time every day.

During this time, reading had become one of his major pastimes.

The sect's Library Pavilion held various cultivation manuals, precious scriptures, and insights, none of which were allowed to be taken out; even disciples of the sect faced many restrictions when trying to browse them.

One either needed permission from an elder or had to meet certain conditions.

Lin Xiaoyao did not care about this, nor had he ever bothered to ask.

Because to him, the divine manuals and secret techniques that everyone else treated as treasures, the cultivation insights of the ancestors, and the various profound original spells—

Sorry, he didn't care about any of them.

Or rather, to him, these were just trash that couldn't even catch his eye.

Cultivation methods?

Secret techniques?

He had long since stopped needing them.

A Saint had already penetrated the origin of the universe; with the heavens and myriad worlds laid bare before his eyes, how could he possibly need something as laughable as a cultivation method?

What interested him in the Library Pavilion were the miscellaneous books on the first floor, which were so numerous they could fill a house, and which disciples were free to browse.

These miscellaneous books covered everything.

They included secular classics, history, philosophy, astronomy, water conservancy, martial arts manuals for mortals, and even travelogues written by the sect's ancestors or disciples who had ventured outside.

Lin Xiaoyao was very interested in all of them.

These miscellaneous books, which ordinary cultivators looked down upon, not only helped him pass the time but also helped him better understand this plane.

However, the more he read, the more alarmed he became.

The knowledge in a single book might be limited.

But after reading many and connecting what he had seen and heard, it was truly enough to make one sigh.

First, there was the vastness of the world; although the Feathering Sect was famous, the place where it resided was merely a tiny corner of this world.

The world outside was vast and boundless; no one knew where the end lay, nor what kind of powerhouses existed in this expansive realm.

Perhaps there were countless big shots, and perhaps Great Vehicle ancestors or even Tribulation-stage cultivators were nothing special.

All of this was waiting for Lin Xiaoyao to explore.

But for now, he had no intention of doing so.

Unless he truly restored his cultivation to match his Saint status, in which case he could go anywhere in the heavens and myriad worlds, but as for now...

He would, of course, quietly lay low within the sect.

The outside world was full of killing and countless demons; who would want to go out and take risks?

Usually, after finishing his cleaning at the Founder's Shrine, if he didn't feel like wandering around, Lin Xiaoyao would return to his residence to raise fish and read books.

His life was going quite well.

However, today, his expression seemed a bit strange.

After returning, he didn't go into the house, nor did he read; instead, he lay directly on a chair in the courtyard.

This reclining chair was something he had made himself, following the memories of his past life.

It was wide and comfortable.

Especially when lying on it to bask in the sun and read, it was simply wonderful.

At this moment, Lin Xiaoyao was lying on a chair, idly fiddling with a bottle about a foot tall in his hands.

A short while later, he opened the bottle and poured out a pill the size of a fava bean, its fragrance hitting his nostrils.

This was the Marrow Cleansing Pill.

Lin Xiaoyao had already counted them; there were thirty in total.

For a Qi-refining cultivator, this was quite a generous gift.

Although he had long heard that the Sect Master was benevolent, he hadn't expected him to bestow such a gift upon him.

While he certainly had no use for them, he had to keep this gesture of goodwill in mind.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoyao frowned.

Even though he had only glanced at him earlier without using his divine sense or mana to investigate, he had already discerned that Master Green Feather was suffering from a severe injury.

Moreover, that injury was no trivial matter.

Demonic energy had congealed within his meridians, winding through them like maggots on bone.

Clearly, he had been wounded by Old Demon Jia half a month ago and had yet to recover.

He couldn't help but sigh.

That injury was not easy to treat.

At the very least, relying on the Sect Master himself, he would likely be unable to turn the situation around.

The spiritual pills within the sect were merely a drop in the bucket and would have little effect.

If it dragged on like this, as time passed, Master Green Feather's condition would not only fail to heal but would likely grow increasingly grave.

He might not lose his life, perhaps.

But plagued by illness, not only would his strength be greatly diminished, but his path to immortality would likely come to an end here.

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoyan flipped his palm, and another bottle appeared in it.

He pulled out the stopper, and a strange fragrance also wafted out, but what was inside was not a Marrow Cleansing Pill, but the "Mystic Heaven Clear Spirit Powder" he had obtained from his last sign-in.

This item was trash to him, but if it were placed in the hands of the Sect Master, it could easily cure his injuries.

But the problem was, how should he give it to him?

Lin Xiaoyao did not want his identity exposed; he only wanted to quietly remain a nobody.

Yet, he was unwilling to hide his light under a bushel; since he was giving away a treasure, he should reap the other party's gratitude and, incidentally, show off a little.

But these two things seemed contradictory.

It appeared to be an unsolvable dilemma.

However, Lin Xiaoyao did not dwell on it this time.

He muttered to himself, "It seems I have no choice but to try that method."

Several years ago, when the Heart-Refining Path underwent a strange transformation, it was also he who had secretly intervened to resolve the crisis for the Feathering Sect, and while he was at it, he had signed in and obtained the Heavenly Demon Origin.

What was the Heavenly Demon Origin?

To put it simply, it was the fundamental law of the Heavenly Demon Realm among the myriad worlds.

Sages loathed it, and thus were unwilling to cultivate it.

But a transmigrator did not have so many scruples.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it; in Lin Xiaoyao's eyes, power had no good or evil—the key lay in the person who used it.

When held in his own hands, it could just as easily be used to benefit the common people.

Thus, he began to contemplate it.

This was not difficult.

Possessing the realm of a Sage, he already understood the laws of the world; although he had never dabbled in the Way of the Heavenly Demon before, it was not hard to draw inferences about other cases from one instance.

Although he could not use it yet due to the limitations of his cultivation, Lin Xiaoyao had discovered a great secret, or perhaps a great surprise, within this Heavenly Demon Origin.