He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Now, standing by the window, looking at the locust tree that has lost all its leaves, he suddenly understood something.

It's not that we've run out of time and don't know where to go next.

All roads lead to the same place.

Once you know where the place is, it doesn't matter which road you take.

The important question is—whether or not to continue.

Yunyi closed the window, returned to his desk, and sat down to read the four pages of paper again.

Then he raised his right hand and pressed the tip of his index finger against his brow.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the five leaves of the innate seed of enlightenment lit up simultaneously.

The transparent fifth leaf is on the outermost layer. The light begins to flow from it, passing through the silver fourth leaf, the golden third leaf, the blue second leaf, and finally converging at the base of the first leaf.

Then, retracing the path, the light intensifies with each leaf passed.

When I returned to the fifth leaf, it was as thick as a drop of liquid light.

Yun Yi's fingertips slowly moved down from between his eyebrows, across the bridge of his nose, across his lips, across his jaw, across his throat, and finally stopped at the Tanzhong acupoint in the center of his chest.

A very thin ray of light moved with his fingertips, leaving a pale golden trail on his skin.

The light did not dissipate, like a golden thread sewn onto the skin.

The first step in the method of achieving a golden body is to plant a "golden seed" within one's own body.

The Golden Seed is not a Golden Elixir, not a Relic, not any crystallization of cultivation in the traditional sense, but a "coordinate"—a coordinate that allows the power of faith to find its home.

Yun Yi closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into the golden thread.

The golden thread penetrates the skin, muscles, and fascia, extending deep into the chest cavity and stopping between the heart and spine—a perfectly symmetrical location, precisely at the center where the body's Qi and blood converge.

His fingertips stopped there and began to draw circles at an extremely slow pace.

Nine circles clockwise, nine circles counterclockwise; with each circle, the gold line extends one inch deeper.

I don't know how much time passed before my fingertips stopped.

Deep within the Tanzhong acupoint, a golden dot smaller than a grain of rice floats silently.

It was so small that it was almost negligible, but Yunyi could sense its presence—like a seed buried deep in the soil, quietly waiting for the moment to sprout.

The gold seeds have been sown.

Next is faith.

Yun Yi withdrew his consciousness from the golden seed and turned to another layer of perception.

This feeling was unfamiliar, something he had never experienced even when he was in charge of the nation's destiny—not the perspective of an emperor overlooking the mountains and rivers and holding the universe in his hands, but something more subtle and diffuse.

It's like standing with your eyes closed in a boundless wilderness, with the sound of the wind rushing in from all directions, each gust carrying countless whispers.

He didn't rush to catch those whispers; he just stood there quietly, letting the wind blow over him.

The first glimmer of faith came faster than I had imagined.

It's not from Luozhou City.

Luozhou City is too small. The Divine Body Refinement Technique spread earliest here, but there are not many people who practice it. The Yun Mansion is too famous, so much so that ordinary people instinctively feel that "this kind of good thing is not for me".

The place where the "Divine Skill Body Refinement" was truly practiced on a large scale was the three border states of the Great Wu Dynasty.

That place was a battlefield, a quagmire where the Great Yan and Great Wu were locked in a tug-of-war.

The people who live there don't know if they'll be alive tomorrow.

The imperial army is unreliable, and the officials are unreliable; we can only rely on ourselves.

When the "Divine Body Refinement Technique" was passed down there, no one doubted its authenticity—since death was inevitable anyway, practicing it at least gave them a better chance of survival.

The first person practiced it and developed a sense of Qi after three days.

The news spread, and the whole village started practicing.

The village spread to the town, the town to the county seat, and the county seat to Junbao.

Those soldiers guarding the border would stand on the city wall with their swords in hand during the day, and when they took turns on duty at night, they would learn to read and practice their skills by the light of the campfire.

They showed no gratitude to Yun Wantong, and didn't even know who Yun Wantong was.

They were grateful to the person who wrote the book—the person who gave them a cultivation method that could lead to becoming a grandmaster for free.

Gratitude rose from the borderlands, like a wisp of smoke, carried by the wind across the territory of Dawu, and towards Luozhou.

Yunyi caught it.

That wisp of faith power, as thin as a spider's thread, landed on the Tanzhong acupoint in his chest and was silently swallowed by the golden seed.

The gold gleamed briefly, then dimmed again.

The brightness remained almost unchanged, but Yunyi could sense that it had become "fuller"—like a shriveled seed absorbing its first drop of water.

Then comes the second strand.

The third strand.

The hundredth strand.

From the three border prefectures, from various places in Dawu, from the Jiangnan region of the Song Dynasty, from the northern border of the Qian Dynasty, from the villages of Miao territory, from the yurts of the grasslands, and from the fishing villages of the East China Sea.

One spider silk after another drifted from every corner of this continent, converging in that small study in Luozhou City, where they were swallowed by the golden seed.

The gold seed grows from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a soybean, and changes from dark gold to light gold, and from light gold to pure gold.

Three months later, the golden seed grew into a golden cocoon the size of a fist, which floated in Yun Yi's chest cavity and slowly rotated.

The surface of the cocoon is covered with countless fine lines, each line being the trace of a solidified strand of faith.

Tens of thousands of tracks intertwine, weaving a dense web.

not enough.

Yun Yi opened his eyes.

The light cocoon, the size of a fist, is at least ten times short of the minimum standard required to create clones.

But he couldn't wait that long.

He took a blank jade slip from the bookshelf, placed it on his forehead, and entered the entire contents of "The Wish of All Beings" into it—the method of the golden body, the structure of the clone, the bridge of faith, every detail of each step, and the method of overcoming each obstacle, all were engraved in it.

He then placed the jade slip on the table and closed his eyes again.

He needs to create a simplified clone first.

If faith is insufficient, then make up for it with true energy.

Within Yun Yi's dantian, the golden core imprinted with nine dragon patterns began to slowly rotate.

A wisp of true energy separated from the golden elixir, traveled upwards along the meridians, and flowed into the light cocoon in the chest.

The cocoon of light jolted violently, like an egg that had been knocked.

True Qi and the power of faith met inside the cocoon of light, and the two completely different forces began to test each other, entwine with each other, and merge with each other.

The process went more smoothly than he had expected—the power of faith itself is born from the human heart; it has no fixed form, and when it encounters true qi, it is shaped by true qi, and when it encounters the divine soul, it is enlightened by the divine soul.

Yun Yi carefully controlled the ratio of the two forces.

Faith accounts for 70%, and true energy for 30%.

Faith is primary, while internal energy is secondary.

The patterns inside the cocoon begin to converge toward the center, like countless threads passing through the eye of a needle at the same time.

The moment the needle passes through the eye, the threads intertwine, weave, and take shape.

A humanoid silhouette slowly emerged from the cocoon of light.

First comes the spine, like a thin golden thread rising from the bottom of the cocoon of light; then the ribs, branching out one by one from both sides of the spine, bending and closing; then the scapula, collarbone, arm bones, and metacarpal bones.

After the skeleton is formed, the meridians begin to attach.

The power of faith transforms into extremely fine golden threads, climbing along the bones, from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, from the fingertips to the heart, weaving a complete network of meridians in the human body.

Then come the muscles, fascia, and skin.

Layer upon layer, from the inside out, from deep to shallow.

Finally, there are the facial features.

The brow bone, bridge of the nose, lips, earlobes, and eyelids emerge one by one, as if an unseen sculptor is meticulously carving a face.

Yun Yi did not deliberately create this face.

He let the power of faith decide for itself—because the power of faith came from those who cultivated the "Divine Skill Body Refinement," and their gratitude, awe, and trust would, in the unseen realm, give this clone the appearance of the "benefactor" they imagined.