The corpse woke, the man died; attacking the sea and seizing islands (5,000 words delivered, the last

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Pile up earth into a mountain, and wind and rain arise there; gather water into an abyss, and flood dragons are born there; accumulate goodness into virtue, and divine understanding comes of itself, and the sage's heart is made complete. Thus, without accumulating half-steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles; without gathering small streams, one cannot form rivers and seas.

Neither refining a corpse through Great Yin nor scorching the Crimson Palace with the sun was simple. It was merely that Cheng Xinzhan had studied the teachings of a hundred schools over the past several decades and integrated them thoroughly. When the need arose, those past accumulations came into play, making it look effortless.

More than ten days passed. Each time he rang the bell, the movements within the sand dune grew greater, while the true rosy radiance in his Crimson Palace slowly grew more refined and smaller under the burning of his heartflame.

That day, just after Cheng Xinzhan finished ringing the bell, a wisp of smoke suddenly seeped out of the ground before him, then condensed out of thin air into a little insect.

Cheng Xinzhan extended his hand. The little insect landed in his palm, and he tucked it into his robes.

More than ten days earlier, when Kong Jufu had come to the cave to ask questions, Cheng Xinzhan had flicked Xiaobao onto him. Having obtained Lai Youde's memories, Cheng Xinzhan knew a fair amount about the man's background. Though his aptitude was mediocre, his decades of toil on Yellow Sulfur Island had earned him a portion of Sulfur Blazing Fire Miasma bestowed by Huang Laosan. When slaying a snake demon in the Ink Abyss Sea, he had also seized a bottle of abyssal Corrupting Spirit Water. Over recent years,