What Song Yang cultivated was the Daoist's ultimate treasure, the Art of Longevity. It was an orthodox Daoist technique that allowed one to enter the path naturally. Since ancient times, good and evil had restrained each other. Therefore, the various spiritual oppression created by the evil aura of the Evil Emperor's relic was the best way for him to temper his will.
Fortunately, Song Yang had lived two lives, so his spiritual power was much stronger than the average person. In addition, he had a lot of experience in resisting evil energy. Moreover, Song Yang had read a lot of horror novels and horror movies on the Internet in his previous life, so he was more or less immune to the influence of these evil energy.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Song Yang encountered any evil cultivation techniques of the Demon Sect in the future, it might be difficult for him to have any mental illusions because he had some immunity to the mental attacks of the Demon Sect.
Now, Song Yang was advancing on the path of martial arts at a speed that was beyond anyone's comprehension. This was all because Song Yang had lived two lives.
He had a different outlook from the people who were born and raised here. Song Yang's outlook on nature, society, life, values, history, material, and so on were different from the people here. Song Yang knew more than them, so he naturally understood faster than them.
One could imagine that as long as Song Yang truly integrated into this world, then the worldview and universe view of two different eras would be merged into one. Then, his cultivation speed would be like riding a rocket, advancing rapidly in martial arts.
There was probably no safer place in Chang 'an than here, and he would not be disturbed.
Even if there were experts in the Demon Sect who could sense the location of the Dark Emperor's relic, they could only stare helplessly. It was impossible for them to enter this stone chamber that was deep underground.
Because he was in seclusion, Song Yang had already prepared many things beforehand. Moreover, he had also made arrangements for the various personnel arrangements in the court in advance. In addition, there was a secret passage leading directly to the Imperial Palace in Eunuch Yang's Treasure House, so it was much more convenient to get anything.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a few days had passed.
On this day, Song Yang had recovered his spirits. He brought in a few death row prisoners from the secret passage of the Imperial Palace. These prisoners were all bandits and bullies who committed all kinds of evil.
They had killed at least a few dozen innocent people. To put it bluntly, what they had done before was burning, killing, looting, raping women, and abusing the elderly and children. They simply did not deserve to die.
Now, these prisoners had all been knocked unconscious, their mouths fed with knockout powder and gagged. The tendons in their limbs had been cut off, and they were all locked up with iron chains.
If something happened to Song Yang while he was absorbing the Demonic Emperor's essence, or if the impurities he absorbed exceeded his tolerance, then they would be the perfect scapegoats.
Although they were all bad people who deserved to die, it was better to avoid harming others for their own benefit. Of course, if Song Yang succeeded, he would definitely get people to bury them properly and invite a bunch of monks to recite scriptures for them so that they could reincarnate into a rich family and be good people in their next life...
Now that everything was ready, Song Yang sat down cross-legged. He had chosen to take things step by step. If he felt that something was amiss, he would immediately stop. At most, he would find another way to absorb the essence of the Demonic Emperor relic.
At this moment, Song Yang's heart was as clear as ice. He carefully guarded his mind. The zhenqi in his left hand was extremely firm and yang, while the zhenqi in his right hand was extremely soft and yin. With his palms up and down, he closed the Demonic Emperor sarira in his palms.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the wails of ghosts and the howls of gods, along with mournful demonic sounds, countless illusions appeared in Song Yang's mind.
Moreover, the impure Qi and Death Qi within the Demonic Emperor Relic were like tidal waves that continuously charged towards Song Yang.
At this moment, it was best not to be impetuous because Song Yang had to circulate his martial arts to resist the invasion of the Evil Emperor's relic while absorbing the essence of the Evil Emperor's relic. If he was not careful, he might be in danger of going berserk.
At this moment, Song Yang was circulating the Art of Longevity with all his might. The Yin and Yang True Qi in his body were constantly changing and flowing out, slowly activating the essence of the Demonic Emperor's relic.
Just like the Yin and Yang Qi in the Taiji Diagram, the Yin and Yang Qi in Song Yang's body gradually transformed into Life and Death Qi. Life and Death rotated, forming a small cycle. The Life Qi brought the essence into his body, and the Death Qi brought the miscellaneous Qi back into the Demonic Emperor Sarira.
Just like that, time passed minute by minute, and Song Yang's power became even stronger because he had absorbed a lot of essence.
After an unknown period of time, Song Yang suddenly felt the Yongquan acupoint under his feet, the Tianling acupoint on his head, and all the important acupoints in his body gradually heat up. Moreover, a powerful suction force spread throughout his body from the Nigong pill between his eyebrows.
Song Yang frowned. There was clearly no problem during the process of absorbing the Demonic Emperor's sarira, so why was this happening?
Song Yang seemed to have realized that something was wrong. He hurriedly circulated all his strength, wanting to cut off the connection with the Demonic Emperor sarira.
"Boom!"
Song Yang had no idea what was going on. He only realized that when he was mobilizing all the true qi in his body, all the meridians in his body suddenly swelled up. His meridians seemed to be about to explode, and his nerves seemed to have been hit by an invisible hammer.
As if it knew that something was wrong with Song Yang's body, the Evil Emperor Relic's impure Qi, Death Qi, and Origin Essence took advantage of the fact that Song Yang had no time to care about anything else and poured into his body uncontrollably.
An enormous amount of essence, impure Qi, and death Qi were released like a flood, filling up every meridian in his body like a broken dam. It was also like a wild horse that had been released from its reins, rampaging through Song Yang's body, causing his blood and Qi to churn, and his internal organs to feel as if they were being torn apart.
"Whoosh!"
Song Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, which dyed the ground red. It was a shocking sight.
He didn't know what had happened to his body, but he couldn't control the true qi in his body anymore. All of it was flowing into the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows.
He had made countless preparations and calculations, but Song Yang had never expected that there would be a problem with his body.
Song Yang finally knew where the problem was. He felt the pain of his soul being torn apart. This was the second time he had experienced this kind of pain.
The first time he felt the pain of his soul being torn apart was when he was hit by a " meteor " in his previous life and transmigrated to this world. At that time, he had thought about the reason.
However, he was too weak and did not understand why he had transmigrated to this world. However, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be something hidden in the depths of his soul.
However, he did not expect that the problem hidden in the depths of his soul would appear at this critical moment.
Within Song Yang's body, the impure aura of death and the essence of the Demonic Emperor's relic were like wild horses that had lost their reins, pouring into all the acupoints in his body, large and small. Then, as if they were everywhere, they followed the true qi in his meridians and surged endlessly into the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows.
Now, Song Yang could not move his body, and his Zhen Qi was no longer under his control. All his preparations were useless. Without any solution, Song Yang could only guard the only bit of clarity in his spiritual altar, clenching his teeth to withstand the bone-piercing pain in his body and soul.
However, the searing pain from the impure Qi and essence of the Demonic Emperor's relic was far from comparable to the pain in the depths of his soul.
Song Yang felt as if the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows was about to explode, and the pain in his soul was so intense that it felt like the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to split. It was so unbearable that Song Yang wanted to commit suicide.
"Puff!"
Song Yang spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted…
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