Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel

When the curtain of rain fell.

A "presence" sitting restlessly within the palace suddenly looked up.

He, or perhaps she... after all, it was an existence whose Yin and Yang were indiscernible, but with remarkably handsome features, half of the face covered by a silver mask, with skin exuding vibrant wheat color.

The expression in those eyes was extremely serious.

"What is this?"

"A divine technique that alters celestial phenomena?"

He took a deep breath.

Within the deep red pupils was an uncontainable vexation.

But curiously, the expression on his face, though only half visible, remained very calm, creating an extremely absurd sense of schism.

With a wave of his hand.

All around, various puppets of different shapes, some beast-like, some from the Human Race, and even various other Spirit Race creatures, emerged from all directions.

They stepped directly into the curtain of rain.

And began magical duels with that unseen yet omnipresent rain curtain and the frolicking Wei Qingye within it.

But, it was obvious that they wouldn't be able to stop him.

Not just because of the Sword Cultivator sharpening his sword, but even the rain curtain itself was invading this place; after all, water is an omnipresent existence, not to mention Li Ye was specifically controlling it.

To delay for even a moment was a blessing from heaven.

"Upper Envoy."

Beside him, the true master of this place, that Yaksha, spoke respectfully: "This should be True Man Lingye of the Four Seasons Sect.

I can sense his spiritual power.

If we can capture him, the Four Seasons Sect will be apprehensive, and perhaps you will then be able to leave this world."

Although this Yaksha's appearance was bizarrely ugly, the implication in the words was extremely respectful, even bending over like an old servant, more servile than any other.

"Heh heh." The Upper Envoy revealed a kindly smile, but his words were ruthless: "Truly a hellish fool, it's unimaginable that you are still alive in this world. Why doesn't the Celestial Dao just eradicate you?

You've occupied the root of spirituality, preventing those who wish to be born from being born... indeed, the Celestial Dao is unjust!"

He reached out his hand and stroked the Yaksha's head.

As if petting a shivering dog.

However, moments later, the Yaksha's body limply collapsed without warning, all the bones were extracted, even the meridians were completely pulled out by some force, leaving only a skin casing twitching on the ground.

Blood flowed from the seven orifices of its face.

Not a single trace of vitality remained.

And the Upper Envoy, holding that enormous Yaksha skeleton, observed the white, glistening bones reflecting a jade-colored light under the bright flame, with satisfied eyes.

He sighed slightly: "Truly beautiful, using this thing to make a puppet would certainly allow it to develop spirituality.

I cannot escape.

But I hope you still can."

He always knew he could never escape; this place had long been surrounded by the Four Seasons Sect, and even the sect leader of their Gnostic School couldn't see through the array structure based on Jianmu.

All he could do now was disgust the Four Seasons Sect a little before being found, that was all.

So he quickened his actions.

From beside him, puppet arms, like tentacles, extended, each holding different materials, beginning to rapidly modify the skeleton.

Implanting into it the unique "spirit pattern" of the Gnostic School...

His voice was steady and calm:

"Install creation type-C meridian flow pipe."

"Draw the concealed spirit type-A number six soul pattern, the attribute of the soul being the Spirit Dog."

"My task for you is to hide well within the Hell Path."

With his actions, the Yaksha's bones were forcibly reshaped into a cute little yellow dog, even the vast and intricate meridians were compressed into the dog's body.

The little dog's pitch-black eyes stared at its "creator," struggling to extend its tongue to lick him, whining a few times, then trotted away on its newly formed legs to hide.

The Upper Envoy let out a long breath, stood up, now donned in a streamlined armor, just planning to step out.

Suddenly, a gentle voice rose from the side:

"A very interesting creature."

This voice froze him as if struck by a binding spell.

"You..."

He strained to look in that direction, only to see Li Ye standing with hands behind his back, tall and graceful, with a handsome face wearing a gentle smile, and eyes so clear, devoid of any malice or hostility.

Just by looking at him, it felt as though the surroundings brightened.

Even the Upper Envoy's heart trembled, with no thought of resistance arising within.

—One must know all bewitching techniques originate from imitating "beauty," and after the ascension of a celestial being, they naturally embody immense beauty; even wicked people and monsters can perceive this beauty.

An Immortal's visage is, of course, stunningly captivating.

Li Ye gazed at this "Upper Envoy," softly saying:

"To mold another creature using the bones and soul of a living being is certainly an intriguing dharma method. I wish to know what method you used to make that little dog's soul fuse so smoothly?"

When one reaches his level of power and status, they rarely act recklessly without first speaking. The surrounding space had long been sealed by Jianmu and the rain curtain, leaving the Upper Envoy with no avenue of escape.

Moreover, Li Ye found this outsider cultivator quite interesting; when he was crafting the puppet just now, there was a fascinating sense of mechanical creation.

The Upper Envoy stared at this disciple of the Four Seasons Sect whom he had never met before.

Strangely, he harbored a peculiar thought in his mind.