Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Han Yi stared at the eye pattern for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

"Closed eyes... do they symbolize the unknown and the mysterious...?"

His knowledge and experience were so extensive that he even occasionally dabbled in the field of mysticism.

Han Yi glanced again at the distorted symbols under the blue flames.

Suddenly.

I have a vague idea of ​​what happened in the bedroom.

Here.

It appears that a ritual was performed, communicating with some mysterious entity...

of course.

And then what happened.

What exactly happened?

Han Yi couldn't guess it.

"If you ask me... we should report this to the higher-ups. We do all the dirty and hard work... those troublemakers..."

At that moment, footsteps and voices sounded outside the courtyard, interrupting Han Yi's thoughts.

The men in black who were patrolling and keeping watch circled around and then came back.

Han Yi didn't waste any more time. Following the order in which he entered, he erased all traces and quietly left the courtyard.

This trip has been quite fruitful.

There's no need to create any further complications.

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A quiet forest.

Several gray stone buildings are situated there.

The roof is a deep dark green, and the shady areas are covered with moss, suggesting that it has been exposed to wind and rain for many years.

The house's surface was covered with a large number of green plants, which stretched out their claws, intertwined roots, and spread and twisted everywhere, like green snakes.

Bright light shone through the vines.

The light falls on the desk, creating dappled patterns of light and shadow.

With the help of sunlight.

Han Yi sat quietly at the table, carefully perusing the classic texts.

The light and shadow are tilted.

Time passes slowly.

The sky gradually darkened.

"An eye-shaped symbol...it seems this matter...is not as simple as it seemed..."

Han Yi stood up and stretched.

A few days.

He didn't go anywhere.

He stayed in the library of the Illusionary Water Palace, searching for information.

An attempt was made to investigate the meaning of the symbols found in the home of the Fourteenth Elder.

Through Han Yi's unremitting efforts.

Finally, the harvest was achieved.

"A ritual. The blood-red symbols on the outside represent plunder and extortion... If the eye symbols really do represent that meaning... then this ritual..."

Han Yi narrowed his eyes.

Although no completely identical information could be found.

But it's obvious.

His discovery a few days ago.

It should be a kind of enhancement ritual that uses external forces to increase strength.

Like a prayer ceremony.

In the realm of evil, there are many, many rituals with various peculiar effects.

Summoning rituals, contract rituals, prayer rituals... and so on.

Therefore, the Fourteenth Elder died.

Impossible. It would be a superficial distortion, that simple.

at this point.

Needless to say.

of course.

The specific cause of death, etc.

Further verification by Han Yi is still needed.

Store the books properly.

Using the dim candlelight, Han Yi turned and slowly walked away.

In a huge library, with a hall the size of a football field, there were only two small oil lamps placed at the entrance of the stairs.

The warm glow of candlelight surrounded a deep darkness.

It seemed that in the next second, countless darknesses would press down and extinguish the candlelight.

The design of this library suggests that it was never intended to welcome anyone to borrow books.

It is located in a remote area, at the very edge of the Illusionary Water Palace, which is also the very edge of the Spirit Land.

The environment was chaotic, with all sorts of books and documents scattered around haphazardly, as if no one was tidying them up or taking responsibility.

You have to flip through each book yourself to find what you need and what you want to read.

Even the tables and chairs were few and far between, the dilapidated tabletops covered with dust and fallen leaves, and if you sat on a chair, you might accidentally break the chair leg.

of course.

It could also be a library; it wasn't like that at the beginning.

It's just that no one came, which is why it ended up like this.

For the many disciples of the Illusionary Water Palace, reading books?

Not at all.

Having a copy of "The Illusory Water Heart Manual" in hand is enough to satisfy all my needs.

Are there bottlenecks, difficulties, and confusion?

Holding a prayer ceremony will solve all the problems.

Those who are determined are like this.

The same applies to those with chaotic feelings, and it's even simpler for them.

If one stays in the Desire Realm long enough and has a long enough lifespan, one will naturally become stronger.

belief.

This kind of irrational idealistic force is just that perverse.

therefore.

This library, which should have been bustling with people, has become dilapidated and abandoned, devoid of any sign of life.

Inside, there were mostly strange tales, bizarre stories, and other such books, as well as some sect information and so on.

Fortunately.

these things.

This is exactly what Han Yi needs.

After resolving the doubts in my mind.

Visibility was poor.

The candlelight flickered softly.

In the dim light, the shadows cast on the red stairs were long, distorted, and menacing.

Han Yi's expression remained unchanged as he strode forward.

to him.

Whether there is light or not is actually irrelevant.

With eyes closed.

You can also go downstairs.

After all, the perception he uses to sense the outside world still originates from the physical body's sensory abilities.

"You're down..."

As soon as Han Yi stepped down the stairs, he heard an old, somewhat lifeless voice.

"It's Granny Tree? You haven't left yet?" Han Yi turned his head, his tone sounding somewhat surprised.

Standing in front of him.

She was an incredibly old, pale woman.

His messy hair resembled withered grass, and his face was covered with layers of wrinkles, with numerous black bumps embedded in his face like tree burls.

"Hehe... There are still people reading... Old woman... Why would you leave..." The woman, whom Han Yi called Granny Tree, held an oil lamp in her hand. The flame inside was not the usual bright red, but a somewhat eerie green flame.

Coupled with her forced, somewhat eerie smile and voice.

It's possible that someone dressed like this might be treated as a dangerous beast of desire when they go out at night.

It was precisely because of her terrifying makeup that she was nicknamed "Grandma Tree" by the people of the Illusionary Water Palace; her real name is unknown.

but.

Han Yi was never one to judge people by their appearance.

When the other party did not express any malice and was an elderly person.

He was always very polite.

"Thank you so much for leaving the door open so late, madam." Han Yi bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

"You..." Granny Tree stared with her cloudy eyes, her pupils dull and lifeless. "A very good young man... really very good... There aren't many young people who love reading as much as you..."

"You flatter me." Han Yi smiled. "My greatest interest in life is collecting all sorts of strange and unusual things, so this library certainly satisfies my hobby."

"Is that so..." Granny Tree said meaningfully, "Very well. Since you like strange tales, I'll lend you this book to read."

Han Yi was startled, and before he could react, he felt a weight on his arm.

A thick, black book fell into his hands.

"Knowledge...is power...I hope you can remember that...don't get lost in power..." The old man, trembling, turned around and slowly walked away.

Her departure was mysterious, just as mysterious as her arrival.

"interesting......"

Han Yi watched the other person's departing figure, a strange smile appearing on his face.

The more you understand the world, the more you'll discover how complex it truly is.

but.

This was exactly what he wanted.

I inexplicably found myself in a new world.

If things develop and change without any twists and turns, then it's no fun.

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A cold wind howled, and the sky darkened.

Dark clouds gathered, foreshadowing an approaching storm.

Splash.....

The sound of iron chains swaying could be heard.

This appears to be a cave, a very large cavern, tens of meters high, with a faint red light shining from the top, like a symbol etched in blood.

A flame suddenly appeared and landed on the red light at the top of the cave entrance.

The entire cave suddenly brightened, and blood slowly flowed down the dark brown cave walls, flashing by in an instant.

"According to the records in the Book of Spirits... this... should be the complete 'Soul Stealing' ritual..."

In a dark corner of the cave, Han Yi's eyes gleamed with a ghostly light.

in the dark.

He opened the thick black book in his hand again and examined it carefully.

[Soul-Seizing Ritual: Three parts: Yin, Yang, and Guiding...]

The Book of Spirits was the black book that Granny Tree gave to Han Yi in the library that day.

This is what is recorded in this book.

It is knowledge about various secret rituals.

Various kinds of rituals.

It is incredibly detailed, covering everything from hand gestures and incantations to array patterns and the numerous items required for the ritual.

Even the spirit-praying rituals that Han Yi had once witnessed are fully recorded in this book.

Anytime, anywhere.

They can all transform from those who are confused to those who are settled.

And the ritual of stealing the spirit.

This is the meaning behind the strange scribbles that Han Yi found in the Fourteenth Elder's bedroom.

As the name suggests.

If.

A spirit-borrowing ritual is a legitimate way to borrow the power of a guardian spirit, while a spirit-stealing ritual is to secretly steal the power of a guardian spirit by any means necessary.

Like two opposing sides of a balance scale.

Han Yi's interest in Granny Tree's identity grew stronger.

Judging from the current situation...

Those who are confused, those who are settled, and the forces represented by Granny Tree.

These appear to be three different paths of cultivation within the realm of evil intentions.

Those who are confused by desires and beliefs anchor themselves in their own existence, walking through the realm of desire like ascetics.

Those who are spiritually attached rely on the spirit and entrust their emotions to it. Spiritual prayer rituals enhance their strength by harnessing the power of the spirit.

The Soul Stealer, however, is completely different from the two mentioned above.

By seizing the power of the guardian spirit, one can embark on a path to transcendence.