Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 920 - 273: [Yellow Springs Guide]_3

The downside is: it’s short-lived. How long can a single piece of talisman paper last when it burns? Ten seconds? Eight seconds? Once it’s burned out, it’s gone!

And its power is only so-so.

However, with this swordsmanship technique, after a day of experimentation, Chen Yan successfully attached the ’Six Yang Righteous Qi Talisman’ spell directly to his sword!

This time, the attachment lasted for a whole incense stick’s time!

Of course, during the time to activate the enchantment and maintain it, Chen Yan’s primordial qi was continuously consumed.

The downside is, it’s still a one-time use.

Attaching a spell can only be used once.

However, as for the usage time, how long it lasts, it’s up to you. If you don’t mind consuming your primordial qi, you can maintain it until your qi runs out.

Considering the old Taoist’s rather fox-spirit-like lineage, getting such a complex spell is already an unexpected surprise.

Chen Yan felt there was no need to be greedy anymore.

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On the evening of the third day, under the old Taoist’s supervision, Chen Yan was practicing the old Taoist’s ’Water to Ice’ technique.

Suddenly, something stirred in his heart, a strange resonance occurred in his heart and primordial spirit.

This mysterious sensation made Chen Yan pause his breath.

He immediately reacted, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "That’s enough for today, fellow Daoist, please go back and rest!"

The old Taoist was startled but, adhering to his identity, he didn’t ask further questions and nodded towards Chen Yan before flying into the Li Huo Candle.

Chen Yan immediately stored the Li Huo Candle in his storage jade pendant.

He had already confirmed that if the candle was outside, the old Taoist could sense the outside world.

But once it was placed in the storage jade pendant, it was like a small artificially created space where the old Taoist was stored along with the candle.

In the world outside the storage space, he could perceive nothing.

Chen Yan didn’t want anyone to learn about his ’God-Hosting’ affair, not even the well-behaved old Taoist.

In short, he respected and trusted the old Taoist’s character.

But he would never place his life in someone else’s moral hands!

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After putting away the candle and storage jade pendant, Chen Yan held his breath, sat inside the room, calmly releasing his divine sense, quietly sensing the world around him once it expanded...

Very soon, suddenly, Chen Yan seemed to see a glimmer of light cast from outside the window, entering the room, seemingly drawn by his body, heading straight towards him!

In a flash, it entered the center of his forehead!

Instantaneously, Chen Yan felt his mind oscillating, that sudden sensation of something intrusive created great discomfort.

It was as though a needle had been inserted into his brain!

Someone seemingly tore open his soul, forcibly injecting it with many things that were not originally part of his cognition!

Already prepared, Chen Yan quickly refered to the ’God-Hosting Chapter’ cultivation technique records, striving to suppress his discomfort, guiding his primordial spirit to slowly, little by little, absorb and integrate this foreign cognition.

It was nearly half an hour before Chen Yan exhaled softly.

The feeling of discomfort gradually dissipated.

Then, he closed his eyes, diligently searching through this foreign knowledge and memory...

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Chen Yan ’saw’ himself struggling to crawl through the soil. In the front, there were black ant companions shuttling by; when he went over, an ant approached and extended its antenna.

After touching antennae, Chen Yan instantly sensed the other’s intention.

To help!

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Chen Yan ’saw’ himself, following dozens of ants, circling a dead insect’s carcass, bustling around the soil, swarming up one by one, using firm mandibles to tear off pieces of the insect’s body, then carrying them, one after one, crawling towards the distance...

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Chen Yan ’saw’ himself crawl into a pitch-dark ant hole, delivering the ’harvested food’ and then queueing up to ’greet’ the supreme existence in the ant nest—the queen ant.

Gazing at the plump, white, flower-like queen ant, Chen Yan felt a sense of reverence well up within him.

He received some reward or rather allocated food, mixed with ample ant acid.

He felt his own joy and happiness—It was the kind of satisfaction and delight from working hard and harvesting the fruits.

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Chen Yan ’saw’, under the sun, himself following a pair of ants crawling, but suddenly massive water flow dropped from the sky.

Watching as one after another, companions were swept away by the enormous water flow, while some were swept away completely.

Chen Yan turned around, seeing beside him the vast presence like giant humanoid monsters, wielding hoses, watering the ground of the flowerbed.

They were a few naughty children teasing ants.

Watching each ant companion being washed away, some even submerged in the waterflow, bodies struggling in vain.

More were swept away completely, even dead...

The children’s giggling sounds echoed...

Chen Yan felt anger and a near futile sense of sorrow!

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He ’saw’, children found one of the ant hole entrances, then poured a substantial amount of water in.

Suddenly, the ant hole became as if flooded by a deluge.

He ’saw’ himself powerlessly circling around, running futilely, many companions frantically running back and forth, passing by him, some even stopping to touch antennae with him, conveying emotions.

Anger, helplessness, and bewilderment...

It was that kind of confusion about why this was happening.

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At night, Chen Yan ’saw’ the one he revered the most—the queen ant.

However, that was merely the queen ant’s corpse.

The ant nest was flooded and submerged.

Some worker ants brought the queen out, but unfortunately, the queen had already died, soaked to the point it no longer moved.

Chen Yan felt an endless sorrow, all surviving ants encircled the queen’s corpse, moving back and forth around her, unwilling to leave.

At this moment, his mind reflected on the daytime’s thoughts of those children playing with garden hoses.

Indeed, it was merely a simple pastime of children.

Yet it destroyed this ant nest, making himself and so many companions endure obliteration merely as a joke. Destroying all ant leaders, mothers, the queen, killed at their hands.

Something so supreme needn’t intend to kill you, merely a whim of play destroys you!

I destroy you, and it doesn’t concern you?

Chen Yan was sneering.

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Chen Yan ’saw’, still running under the night, running in the grass of the flowerbed, running on the soil.

He saw there was a tree ahead, he thought maybe he could climb it, perhaps follow companions and find a place on the tree to nest, at least it won’t be as easily flooded.

He was running, crawling...

Suddenly, his vision blackened!

His body was caught by something and wrapped up, the previously strong body within the ant colony didn’t afford him resistance strength, easily being crushed!

Chen Yan knew that he ’died’.

A gecko leisurely crawled over from the side...

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Chen Yan knew, his ’avatar’s’ life ended.

Three days, since his primordial spirit anchored into an ant, this empathetic ant only lived for three days.

Yet this experience...

Striving hard, gaining satisfaction, filled with hope.

Then the group was annihilated, by overwhelmingly irresistible forces, jokingly with cold indifference, extinguished at whim!

Witnessing the death of the mother leader, witnessing the death of companions, witnessing the loss of home.

Anger, unwillingness, helplessness, despair...

Finally, killed by a predator while wandering blindly.

This experience, after Chen Yan absorbed it, suddenly immersed him into a wonderful emotion.

Chen Yan took a deep breath, mentally reciting the whole ’God-Hosting Chapter’, sat cross-legged, motionless, allowing himself to enter a meditative state...

He sat like this for an entire day and night!

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