Yi Chen adjusted his mindset in the time it took to smoke a cigarette and clarified a critically important forward path.
He stubbed out the cigarette butt, and just as he was about to walk back to his room, he exhaled a breath that was unexpectedly whisked away.
"Old Den, finally arrived… If it were someone else, they would have been covered in corpse spots by now."
"Hahaha! But you're all completely fine, aren't you? I didn't mean to come late. After all, the world's complete closure due to the intervention of the [Disaster] required me to push my old bones to get them to open the door.
By the way, what happened exactly? Why are you all still alive? And why did the Tenth Calamity retreat voluntarily? Your strength shouldn't be enough to drive them back… Was it William?"
The Heavenly Lord descended in a completely serious state, unlike the usual leisure, wrapped in golden light, beard fluttering, each breath creating ripples in the spatial dimensions, expanding outward.
"No…"
When Yi Chen gave the explanation of the entire process, the expression of the Heavenly Lord changed several times, but the final expression was a hearty laugh.
"To think there's such a method to break through, you truly know how to adapt! The gods who were once hunted by the Tenth Calamity could initially hold on but soon succumbed to death.
Actively accommodating such a performance of evil and establishing this kind of connection with the Tenth Calamity, although not enough to avoid ultimate death, is still very interesting.
However, fundamentally, you are still [marked].
According to the rules above, you cannot return to the Shell City, nor set foot in the Divine Domain. You need to completely resolve this matter or have the mark removed.
If the Tenth Calamity reaches Shell City through the mark, the entire transit station would be in trouble.
Of course, this old one still has ways to get you back because your reputation has already spread in the Divine Domain, and many gods would support you. Being able to make the Tenth Calamity compromise, you're the first one."
Yi Chen did not intend to go back, after all, that place wasn't his home, it didn't matter where he lived.
"No need to go back. Anyway, it won't be a few days before I get pulled into acting again. After I finish filming the next movie with the Tenth Calamity, maybe by then, I won't be able to go back even more."
"You intend to…" The Heavenly Lord had roughly guessed Yi Chen's intention.
"I've tasted the flavor of evil before, this is just tasting it again."
The Heavenly Lord let out a long sigh. "Indeed, this may be the only solution. After all, we gods have known about the existence of evil for so long and yet cannot completely erase any of the [Disasters].
The Tenth Calamity is even more special, targeting only one person until they die completely before letting go.
Surviving is the most important. As long as you keep your true self, this old one will not be your enemy and will strive to secure your rightful interests."
"Take Lene and Reagan back; they haven't been marked. Let's just leave Lorrian and me here… As for these moons that might be sacrificed, you'll need to turn a blind eye."
"It's just a normal trade-off."
The Heavenly Lord was about to go to the slumbering Lene when he sensed a strong malice inside the house. Through the aura, he saw the figure of a woman formed through replication stacking, yet her entire being emitted a death aura.
"Is that… Fu Jiang? To think she can continue to exist in a state of death, you brat kept such a thing hidden from me!"
"Liu Xinzhi's state is very special; her nature enables her to control the malice to some extent, which is why she is willing to stay by my side.
Of course, the essence of malice still exists. If I'm not around, she would still cause massive destruction to the world."
Upon hearing the explanation, the Heavenly Lord stroked his beard, "Interesting. Perhaps she could be your [token] for future return to the transit station."
"Old Den, not leaving yet?"
"No rush… a few days' delay won't matter. Judging from what you described, this so-called movie shooting seems to require a physical body and imposes strict limitations on the body aspects.
In the coming days, this old one will teach you the 'Lung Meridian. Root Spirit' scriptures, which should be beneficial for your shooting.
You've nearly mastered the primary organ [Purple Lung] with help from this old one; logically, if you're willing to come under this old one as a disciple, I would gift this scripture to you.
Perhaps after a century of cultivation, you could achieve 'Gold Transformation'.
However, since you have taken over the Hanging King's temple, it's natural you disdain to be my disciple. I'm not inclined to follow the old rules now, and it doesn't matter if I teach you directly.
Lung cultivation often takes years; an inner sect disciple takes ten years to enter and cultivate the initial [Green Lung].
But you have already mastered my Purple Lung and learned the basic breathing method through alternative means. These days, learn as much as you can, it will only benefit your mastery of the physical body without harm.
Do you know what the lung is?"
"Stop with the nonsense, get on with it."
The Heavenly Lord didn't mind, inhaling and exhaling as he defined his specialty,
"The lung resembles a white tiger, its form like a suspended bell, residing above the five organs, covering the bladder, hence called the canopy, with the god name Hao Hua.
It has six leaves, two ears, and contains seven souls: Corpse Dog, Fu Shih, Que Yin, Swallowing Thieves, Nonpoisonous, Chuhui, and Stinky Lung, named so. The nose serves as its official, left as Geng, right as Xin, connecting upward to the brain, downward to the spleen, and thus all attains to the lung, the root of breathing."
As soon as the words fell, strands of golden aura exhaled from the Heavenly Lord's mouth, forming a virtual pipe, with the airflow throughout the city and a hundred miles forming an external lung cycle.
"Connect to my breathing net, I will guide you into 'deep layer breathing'.
Mobilize every nerve and channel in your body to improve synchronization rate… For now, the main aim is to enhance your breathing and physical 'connectivity' issues; it's up to your skill how much you can connect and how high a synchronization rate you can achieve."
Through breath synchronization, Yi Chen easily synced with the breathing net created by the Heavenly Lord.
Their actions were as synchronized as their breathing, appearing as though they were performing Tai Chi boxing on the rooftop, the speed of their movements slowing,
slowing to the point where in an hour, they might not move an inch, and such movement must be perfectly even, requiring support from the entire breath to micromanage every piece of muscle fiber.
This Tai Chi practice lasted three days and three nights,
during which Lorrian completed the moon sacrifice for six worlds, or rather the concept of the moon.
The world that abandoned the concept of the moon found the moon in the sky unable to maintain its original form, instead rotting into a grotesque tumor that turned into a death star, suspended in the skyspace, reflecting no light.
And Lorrian himself finally reached the initial stage of the Moon God from his nascent form, his bizarre form unlike any being on this plane.
Standing upon the tumor-like Red Moon, Lorrian looked down once again, equally surprised.
"These gods aren't useless; they are restrained by malice, unable to exhibit their true strength but still capable.
This old Den's Breathing Skill is profound… yet only a physical powerhouse like Mr. Yi can master it in a short period, it doesn't suit me."
Looking from Lorrian's perspective, it was like a painting displaying not only the hundred miles but even extending to a thousand miles, nearly half the planet circulating a faint golden aura.
These golden auras interconnecting outlined a lung, refined to full structure and operation mode of lungs.
At this moment, the Heavenly Lord sensed the resonating wave from the Divine Domain.
If he didn't respond, they might send someone over, then Yi Chen's state and the moon's situation might be exposed.
One inhalation and exhalation retracted the golden lung virtual image enveloping half the world.
Strangely enough,
even though the breathing net had been shut off, Yi Chen remained immersed in that slow practice, even the Heavenly Lord couldn't quite understand.
After all, this was a lung exercise led by him, and once the breathing net was shut, Yi Chen should naturally exit.
"Wait… Could it be?! I was merely training this guy in the synchronization rate of breath and body, could it be he really!"
The Heavenly Lord suddenly thought of something, using an Instant Step to move forward, placing his hand on Yi Chen's chest.
"This!"
On the surface of Yi Chen's purple-blackened dead lung, streaks of golden threads were sketched, and a self-cycle had already formed within.