I attained immortality in the real world.

Chapter 118 Spirit Writing
The bell rang!
Yang Yan's eyes gradually lost focus, and his consciousness gradually faded into chaos: "What did you do..."

The bell is not an ancient witchcraft tool; on the contrary, it is a high-tech device built upon modern knowledge.

A strange ringing sound echoed as Fang Xin activated the Heart Seal with a comical shamanistic gesture, releasing mental fluctuations to assist.

In an instant, a switch in Yang Yan's brain was activated, his breathing became steady and powerful, and his consciousness unconsciously entered a state of dormancy, while he remained standing, entering a state similar to sleepwalking.

Hypnosis is not difficult.

The difficulty lies in quickly inducing hypnosis without considering the environment, without the use of medication, and without requiring the other party's cooperation.

In the real world, the miasma of the divine manifestation is so high that it is difficult for living people to reach it. However, seeing colors, hearing sounds, and smelling fragrances are all ways for the other party to actively capture information. Ordinary people cannot filter this information, so cultivators can take advantage of it.

Cultivators who study the sleepwalking state and know how to enter it achieve mastery of the art.

Furthermore, issuing commands through mediums such as sound to induce others to enter this state is a technique.

This is precisely the area where 'shamans' excel. The sound of the bell is like a telephone, converting sound energy into electrical energy, and then electrical energy into sound energy, bypassing the loss in the material world. It can influence other living beings without needing to perform miracles.

However, it also has great limitations, as it can only be applied to the inherent settings of a person.

"jingle!"

"jingle!"

Fang Xin continued to shake the bell.

From the animal tooth-shaped ornament, a small amount of medicinal powder was poured into a large teacup filled with warm water.

The voice changed drastically, a hoarse voice piercing the soul whispering: "Yang Yan, drink this cup of spiritual spring water, and your soul will break free from the shackles of your body and transform into a wandering spirit between heaven and earth."

"Cuckoo..."

Yang Yan drank the spiced warm water from the teacup.

The drug quickly took effect; breathing slowed, heartbeat slowed, and the body entered a state close to suspended animation.

Fang Xin walked up to Yang Yan and asked in a hoarse voice, "Yang Yan, relax, don't think about anything, don't ponder anything, and tell me what you see?"

Yang Yan's consciousness drifted and slowly replied, "A strange river, with no visible source, as if it fell from the sky. It's densely packed with people, and I want to melt into this river."

Fang Xin continued in a hoarse voice, "Yang Yan, this is the River of Oblivion where the dead fall. You cannot merge into the river, feel the call of the Earthly Heaven, or recall the seeds buried in your heart since childhood."

"Jingle Bell!!"

Fang Xin performed a shamanistic ritual around Yang Yan; it was ancient, primitive, and mysterious.

More intricate than hand seals, incantation seals, and chanting seals, it allows one to find traces of the seals in the movements and sounds. The rhythmic bell tolls continuously, releasing mental waves to guide Yang Yan.

"Witchcraft—the art of walking on the underworld?"

Chen Jing observed from a short distance, sensing the emotional fluctuations emanating from Fang Xin.

It cannot be hypnotized, nor can it grant access to the underworld, but walking through the underworld is a technique that touches upon the three realms, and it can help in the exploratory cultivation of the third realm—the Tathagata.

After a quarter of an hour, Yang Yan suddenly spoke up: "I...I saw a white light appear at the...edge of the River of Oblivion."

"........."

Fang Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

The boy re-established contact with the Earthly Heaven.

Suppress Yang Yan's consciousness and Manas consciousness, and strengthen the function of the eighth consciousness. Although he has not reached the Tathagata realm, just like an ordinary person, even if he has not mastered consciousness, it does not prevent consciousness from functioning. As long as it is part of a person, there are ways to utilize it.

After Fang Xin finished her preparations, she turned to Lai Ming and asked, "Should you or should I perform the spirit writing?"

The art of spirit writing, or consulting the gods, involves using a reliable ancient immortal as an external deity. If you have an external deity, you can open your mind and borrow the power of that external deity. If you don't have an external deity, then you yourself are the god. The gameplay is actually somewhat similar to Ouija board and spirit board games.

The most basic methods of spirit writing in the witchcraft tradition include burning chicken eggs and tortoise shells.

Qimen Dunjia also employs basic methods such as the Holy Grail and drawing lots.

"........."

To trace the origins through spirit writing.

It can be considered a relatively advanced technique developed in ancient times based on the principle of spirit writing and telepathy.

Typically, you'll need a tray covered in fine sand, an incense stick, or a thin, long stick. Place the incense stick or stick in the recipient's mouth, ensuring it's just touching the sand.

By utilizing the patient's subtle senses, a small stick is used to project the image onto the sand table, thus achieving the effect of tracing.

A sand table is not a map, and the micro-sensors are not very accurate. Usually, it can only find a direction, and it takes multiple attempts to determine the precise coordinates.

Times are progressing.

The principle of spirit writing remains unchanged; improving accuracy slightly is not a problem.

Lai Ming took out a virtual reality device and put it on Yang Yan. It used computing power to replicate the topography of Diluo Mountain and the image of the feng shui veins. He then connected it to the instrument for detecting mental state and said, "You can use spirit writing. The effect may be better."

"jingle!"

Fang Xin continued to shake the bell.

He jumped around Yang Yan twice, combining his subtle senses with his consciousness.

A hoarse, melodious voice spoke: "Yang Yan, open your eyes. Before you lies a path leading to the Netherworld. Freed from the limitations of your physical body, you are like a pair of wings that can fly freely. Follow the intuition in your heart to find that light, and you will be able to escape the River of Oblivion and leave the Netherworld."

Lai Ming clicked on the smart bracelet, which projected a virtual image.

A significant amount of computing power was invested in the simulation, perfectly replicating the topography of Diluo Mountain, with the feng shui energy map subtly emitting a faint glow. A small red dot moved at an extremely slow speed, eventually stopping at the mountainside of Jueyun Peak.

Yao Jing drew a small circle on the map of Jueyun Peak, narrowing the area to a radius of ten meters, and said, "Found it! Di Luo Tian is right here."

"........."

Diluo Mountain, Jueyun Peak.

The name is particularly stylish, but the mountain is neither high nor unusual.

Ahead lies a magnificent stone peak called Panyun, resembling a sharp sword piercing the clouds. Tourists seeking adventure and thrills all climb Panyun Peak, hence the presence of plank roads and numerous traces of human activity.

Behind Jueyun Peak, there is another small peak called Luoyun, surrounded by a jade belt, with beautiful scenery. Tourists who come for outings and camping choose to stay at Luoyun Peak.

Only Jueyun Peak is rarely visited, with lush grass and trees, and the mountain path has long been covered by new vegetation, becoming a primeval forest.

At this moment, a group of people are climbing Jueyun Peak on the shady side of the mountain. Some of them are strong and powerful, some are carrying a ghostly statue on their backs, and others are wearing high-tech equipment.

A bespectacled man reviewed the footage and said, "They've moved! The person you had me keep an eye on has gone into the mountains! Based on the route analysis, the target seems to be very similar to us."

Wang Yuan couldn't help but frown: "There really is a second child? And the child is already forty years old, yet he can still establish contact with the Earthly Luo Heaven? The team that bypassed the Heavenly Origin to independently seek the Heaven has at least one Earth Immortal. This is troublesome!"

(End of this chapter)