The Demon with Holy Radiance

But Yang An wasn’t too anxious about it for now. These were problems for the future.

What happened in the future depended on how hard he worked now.

He should only be anxious if he did nothing at all.

Right now, he was in the pitch-black Quiet Chamber, looking at the Spiritual Light Net that extended less than two meters in radius around him. He felt that it hadn’t been easy at all.

The Spiritual Light Net spread out in a 360-degree sphere, leaving no blind spots, not even in the ground beneath his feet.

It was as if countless rays of light were constantly weaving around Yang An, forming an impenetrable, spherical web.

With a single thought from Yang An, everything within the net—except for himself—would be instantly eroded and destroyed by the light.

This wasn’t as direct as his previous method of activating a Technique and letting the light emanating from his body engulf everything.

However, within this net, Yang An could control everything more freely, and both his burst power and damage capabilities were significantly enhanced.

He had tried it before. Other forms of Light Magic could be infused into the Spiritual Light Net, as their energies all belonged to the same Light Category.

In fact, doing so actually made his Mana consumption less terrifying than before.

If activating all his Light Magic previously was like a torrential river of Mana draining away...

...then after forming the Spiritual Light Net, the Mana consumption was dispersed into trickling streams. Only when the area became very large would the consumption increase significantly.

He was very satisfied with the Spiritual Light Technique, but weaving the Spiritual Light Net was giving him a bit of a headache.

The first Technique he found in those secret manuals, the Blood Disaster Technique, had only taken him about half a month to master; it wasn’t complicated.

But his progress on this second Technique, the Spiritual Light Technique, was incredibly slow when it came to weaving the Spiritual Light Net.

He had spent a whole month, yet the range of the Spiritual Light Net he had woven was still less than two meters.

And that was with him working day and night, without even resting, to reach this point.

The thought of weaving the Spiritual Light Net to a terrifying range—at least a kilometer—seemed like a monumental project. He had no idea how many years or months it would take. The very idea was enough to make his Scalp tingle.

That said, the challenge actually made Yang An feel even more motivated.

’If weaving the Spiritual Light Net is this difficult and slow, then I can only imagine how unbelievably powerful it will be once it covers a sufficient area.’

’For now, I’ll have to put this aside.’

’Now that I’ve mastered two new Techniques, it’s time for the next step. It’s time to make a trip to the Xian Origin Land.’

Hiding the Spiritual Light Net around him, Yang An quickly activated an acupoint to enter the Earth Spirit Stele. After passing through layer after layer of barriers, he arrived in the Gray Scale.

As the outermost layer of the Xian Origin Land, the Gray Scale was still a boundless, gray world, utterly devoid of life and filled with a deathly silence.

By a bonfire in the woods, Fu Ming was still sitting quietly, looking just like a statue.

Only when Yang An drew near did he slowly raise his head, a smile touching his face as he looked at him.

"I’m guessing Junior Brother has made his preparations this time?"

He seemed to have been waiting for this moment, anticipating it, but without any sense of urgency.

Yang An had entered and exited this place several times, but Fu Ming had never acted like this before. He had already guessed why Yang An had come this time.

Yang An slowly walked over and sat down on the other side of the bonfire, feeling the heat from the flames before him, which were gray like the rest of this world, yet intensely hot.

’The fact that the kindling known as the Source of the Xian Fire Lamp was left here means there’s still hope in this world.’

"Senior Brother, how do I find the Xianyuan Forbidden Artifact I’m looking for?"

He got straight to the point, asking the purpose of his trip.

The people who remained in this world possessed a Spirit Core in their bodies—a brand left by the Xian Origin Land.

To control their Spirit Core was to control their Power of Rules.

Yang An knew this, but it wasn’t what he truly wanted.

’That’s someone else’s Power of Rules. Even if I master or even fuse with it, it won’t necessarily be the most suitable for me.’

He knew Fu Ming must have a way; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been waiting here for him all this time.

"I knew Junior Brother wouldn’t want to seize a Spirit Core. While taking a Spirit Core is the simplest method, it’s not controllable. Besides, it’s merely a brand left behind by the survivors here."

"With your current Cultivation Level, Junior Brother, you can enter the deeper worlds. The best way is to go to the furthest place you can reach and comprehend your own Power of Rules within the Deep World."

Fu Ming had always spoken directly to Yang An, never beating around the bush. That was what Yang An found most comfortable about him.

According to the Cultivation Method of the Mystic Path Decoded, with his current Cultivation Level as a Zombie God, he could travel to a Deep World called "Lower Hu," which was in the depths of the Xian Origin Land.

But Yang An knew nothing about these deeper worlds, which was why he needed to ask Fu Ming.

And on that point, Fu Ming’s mention of the word "comprehend" made Yang An fall into thought.

"As you know, the Mystic Path Decoded is the key to entering the Xian Origin Land. Only those who have cultivated the Mystic Path Decoded can come here.

Therefore, the Xian Origin Land contains many undiscovered Powers of Rules. They are ownerless, but they are not so easy to obtain."