The Illusion Path

Creating an Illusion Path Spell.

Lin Jing thought it over and decided it was feasible.

Although he was only in the Qi Refinement Realm and had never encountered the Illusion Path, creating a spell with the help of the Purple Dragonbone Flower would not mean conjuring something out of nothing.

Besides, with the Golden Bodhi Tree from the Immortal Realm enhancing his comprehension, Lin Jing felt it was worth a try.

What if he succeeded?

With the golden bodhi at his disposal, using it only to comprehend the realms of existing spells rather than create a new one always felt like using a mighty timber for a trivial task.

With that thought, he took a deep breath and calmed his mind.

After he ate the Purple Dragonbone Flower.

One second... two seconds... three seconds...

Before long, something began happening to Lin Jing as well.

The glow of the golden bodhi leaves enveloped Lin Jing, and a terrifying aura slowly rose from his body!

He focused his mind, studying the changes within himself.

With the Golden Bodhi Tree's enhancement, Lin Jing felt as though golden eyes had opened inside his body, allowing him to see every minute change with perfect clarity.

This was a state of absolute understanding of oneself, something no Qi Refinement cultivator could possess.

Under Lin Jing's observation, the nutrients from the Purple Dragonbone Flower began combining with the true qi throughout his body, and his beast taming true qi began transforming into a kind of purple spiritual power!

Not enough, not enough!

Lin Jing wanted to observe at an even deeper level. Soon, his consciousness saw more, perceiving the essence of beast taming true qi.

A wisp of beast taming true qi was already an extremely insubstantial unit, yet in Lin Jing's eyes, that single wisp could actually be broken down into even smaller elementary particles.

It was as though he witnessed with his own eyes the nutrients of the Purple Dragonbone Flower breaking the colorless, formless beast taming true qi into smaller particles, then restructuring them into purple true qi with a structure thousands upon thousands of times more complex!

Right here!

Seeing his beast taming true qi restructured by the Purple Dragonbone Flower into purple true qi with a structure ten thousand times more complex, Lin Jing "opened his eyes wide," trying to imprint its structure into his mind.

Meanwhile, the purple true qi was already darting wildly through Lin Jing's body, beyond his control, trying to "escape." He found it difficult to command this purple true qi. Once restructured, it was no longer a power that belonged entirely to him.

In terms of raw strength, this special spiritual power doesn't exceed my own true qi by much. In other words, its complex structure is what gives it such powerful deceptive properties when it manifests outside the body.

The Illusion Path made the false pass for the true.

This purple true qi was an ideal source of magical power for the Illusion Path.

Lin Jing knew what he needed to do.

Outside.

After the unruly purple true qi emerged from Lin Jing's body, it manifested much as it had when the little white mouse ate the flower, involuntarily taking shape as the skeleton of a terrifying draconic creature.

This fixed transformation was like a memory, perhaps etched into the Dragonbone Flower's genes and connected to its origins. Perhaps the Dragonbone Flower's ancestor had been a Flower Demon who had once shared the pleasures of fish and water with a member of the Dragon Clan.

Then, if I can break down my beast taming true qi myself and restructure it into the form I just saw, wouldn't I be able to reproduce the changes in true qi caused by eating a Dragonbone Flower?

Once I form purple true qi, I just need to control it and shape it into different forms... It could be the current Purple Bone Dragon, but it could also be something else, like the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, or Buddha Tathagata. And these conjured images wouldn't merely be incredibly lifelike; they would also carry an intimidating presence far beyond my current realm.

But how do I break down my beast taming true qi, and how do I restructure it...?

With his Qi Refinement cultivation alone, Lin Jing could not yet deconstruct true qi.

Fortunately, the Golden Bodhi Tree was truly powerful. After repeated attempts, Lin Jing finally turned his consciousness into a pair of enormous hands, kneading the beast taming true qi between them.

As expected of a grotto heaven's blessing-even this is possible. But once I leave the Golden Bodhi Tree, I definitely won't be able to control my true qi with such precision.

Time is short. To be safe, what I should do now is repeat the process of breaking down beast taming true qi and forming purple true qi thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of times, until it becomes a "memory." Like "wiping my ass," I need to be able to do it quickly with my eyes closed, relying on muscle memory alone.

Lin Jing immersed himself in his own world, continually memorizing the changes in his true qi.

Meanwhile, outside.

An enormous uproar had already erupted.

Seeing Lin Jing vanish and turn into an enormous purple dragon radiating terrifying demonic power, the Beast Taming Sect disciples were utterly shaken.

"What spell is this?" Sensing his contracted Black Panther's fear, the Demon Hunting Hall disciple could not believe his eyes.

"I don't know. As far as I remember, neither the outer sect nor the Inner Gate has any spell like this. I've never seen a senior brother use one, or even heard of it." With the Inner Gate Examination over and everyone now guarding Lin Jing together, He Yiming had temporarily set aside his grudge against that Demon Hunting Hall disciple.

"The pressure from this enormous purple dragon is countless times greater than that Myriad Beasts Body's. And that's... with Junior Brother Lin Jing not even directing it at anyone." Senior Brother Ziran was drenched in sweat.

"He... couldn't be a member of the Demon Race, could he? Taking human form normally, and only now revealing his true body." Remembering all the strange things about Lin Jing, Qin Caixin began to speculate.

Strange as it sounded, the Beast Taming Sect disciples actually found it quite reasonable.

"Wasn't the Demon Race wiped out? I remember the Dragon Clan was the overlord of the Demon Race. Could Junior Brother... belong to the Dragon Clan?"

Even his fellow disciples could not make sense of the situation. The Green-Robed Scholar, who was nearby writing furiously to claim credit for "slaying the barbarians," was even more bewildered.

He stopped writing, looked at the Purple Bone Dragon's flame-like eyes, and took a deep breath. "You must be joking. What is this now... a spell? A special physique? A secret art?"

His expression changed.

The Purple Bone Dragon gave him the feeling... that he could smash him to pieces in an instant!

Although the Young Swordsman and the Female Alchemist had been fully engrossed in cultivation and comprehension within their own worlds, the changes in Lin Jing still drew their attention. Seeing that Lin Jing had vanished entirely and become an enormous purple dragon, both their pupils constricted.

This transformation had never appeared during the battle earlier.

They did not know what this transformation meant, but judging by what they could sense now, if Lin Jing were in this form, even thirty or three hundred of them together would be beaten to death.

"He wasn't using his full strength earlier at all? He still had a hidden trump card? Is this his strongest spell?"

In their minds, the Beast Taming Sect had always been a third-rate sect. Its cultivators relied too heavily on their pet beasts, while their own abilities were mediocre. Yet with Lin Jing, they felt something was strange. It was not that his pet beast was weak-that Pineleaf Squirrel was bizarre too-but Lin Jing himself also gave them an unfathomable feeling.

Tang Seng of the Beast Taming Sect-just who in the world was he...?