Deep into the night, a bright moon hung overhead.
"Yin numbers eight, yang numbers nine. Using these as the foundation to temper the flesh, the body will never die so long as the Primordial Spirit endures. Rebirth from a drop of blood, surviving ten thousand tribulations to achieve bodily sainthood!"
"I might as well call it the [Eight-Nine Mystical Art]."
At night in the Depths of the Great Wilderness, dense primordial forests spread below a mountain thousands of zhang tall. At its summit, a girl sat on the cliff's edge in the moonlight, racking her brains before finally settling on that name.
Over the past month, she had fought incessantly, bathing in the ancient beast blood of all sorts of Desolate Antiquity Remnants, honing herself and awakening her wildness. She fused the body-tempering methods of ancient scriptures such as the Hengyu Scripture, the Dao Scripture, the Divine King Scripture, and the Imperial Dragon Qi technique, finally deriving a mystical body-tempering art that suited her best.
In truth, the cultivation system of the five great secret realms was itself a supreme method for gathering every kind of mighty power within oneself. But Luo Yue felt that was not enough, so she tinkered her way into creating an outrageously badass scripture for cultivating the flesh.
For now, Luo Yue had only derived its embryonic form.
Ideally, it would require no rebirth through a drop of blood. Even if her Primordial Spirit were utterly extinguished, after endless ages had passed, she could still be reborn by relying on a trace left behind from the past! This was the final version Luo Yue settled on.
Ideally, she would not even need a drop of blood to revive. Even if her Primordial Spirit was utterly extinguished and endless ages passed, she would still be able