The will of a great being was unfathomable.
Even if there was a large crystal wall between them, it would not be easy to slip through.
Chung Shen-soo focused on order and supplemented by ideals. He completely sealed his own aura, destiny, and other traces of mysticism, and then thought of a way to hide himself.
"As long as I use the Possession Technique to occupy a newly dead body as a cover, and then don't recklessly use my own magical power and authority, they won't be able to see me …"
Even the native Ouroboros of Time might not be able to detect the waves of destiny.
"Crack!"
At this moment, Chung Shen-soo saw the ship shatter into countless pieces amidst the waves that filled the sky.
…
Time passed quickly.
After the storm, a rainbow appeared in the sky again.
Near this area of the sea, fragments of sails and decks could occasionally be seen.
There were even a few floating corpses among them. Because they were soaked in seawater, they were already slightly swollen.
"Poof!"
Suddenly, one of the 'floating corpses' reached out and grabbed a mast. Then, with a flip, the entire corpse was lying on a broken piece of wood.
Seawater slowly flowed out of his pores, mouth, and nose.
Even the corpse's paleness gradually faded, and its face became rosy. It also had a heartbeat and breathing.
"Hmm … So he's called Fang Lang?"
Chung Shen-soo obtained some information by reading the fragmented memories of the corpse.
"He's from Min Hai Commandery, a third-class sailor. He followed a ship out, and then he encountered a shipwreck …"
"After all, it's a dead body. If I want to resurrect it, I'll have to rely on my simplified 'Lunar Shape Refining Technique' …"
Now, this Fang Lang's body had gone through a simple refinement. It was neither dead nor alive, and could be considered an anomaly.
But at least he could start cultivating, and he no longer needed to rely on the magical power of his main body.
"Right now, it's best if I don't use my main body's magical power … Otherwise, I might attract some attention."
"For example, that Heavenly Matron. I feel that the monster under the sea yesterday is her spawn. Although no matter how many of them come, they will all die. But if I use my magic power to kill one of them, it is equivalent to exposing myself to her. It is not worth it."
"Once this body is cultivated to a certain level, I'll use this body's magical powers and mystical abilities to kill the spawn tribe. That way, I won't have to worry about being discovered …"
Chung Shen-soo sealed his real body in a Sumeru Mustard Seed that existed between reality and illusion. He hid it in Fang Lang's body and controlled that tiny bit of Undying Force to slowly reform his own body.
"The Taiyi guards the corpse, the three souls guard the bones, the seven spirits guard the flesh … Receives the moon, refines the form on the ground, the claws grow, the corpse is alive, and the Dao is achieved over time …"
The Great Yin Form Refinement Scripture was originally the Grand Supreme Dragon Tiger Sect's method to become an Undead Immortal.
However, at this moment, Chung Shen-soo had simplified it and used it to resurrect his body.
The sun rose in the east and set in the west.
The clear moonlight shone on the corpse, causing the hair and fingernails to grow rapidly …
Although the real Lunar Form Refining Art required one to refine the form into the ground, Chung Shen-soo directly refined the form into the water and used the simplified version, all for the sake of a speedy completion.
By the time the sun rose the next day, he had already climbed up and waved his hand.
Pfft!
His nails were as sharp as blades. He cut off the growing hair and waved his hand again.
Pfft pfft!
The nails were as sharp as knives. The parts that were too long fell off and pierced into the wooden plank.
"As expected, I'm a fake Undead Immortal now …"
Chung Shen-soo could not help but complain. "The simplified version of the Great Yin Form Refining Art only resurrects the body and gives it a trace of Undying Force. It also gives me immense strength and invulnerability … Similar to a zombie? If I let my real body out, I can kill ten thousand of these fake bodies in minutes. But since I can't come out, I'll just have to use it … "
He tested Fang Lang's body and felt that it was not damaged. He nodded in satisfaction and stared at the sea in a daze.
This was not because he was worried about food and water. After all, this body had already become a zombie. Food was just a desire, not a necessity.
What troubled Chung Shen-soo was how to leave this place.
After all, Fang Lang's body was still too weak.
"How about … I practice some more and try to grow a pair of wings on my back and become a Flying Yaksha?"
If other people practiced the simplified version of the Great Yin Form Refining Art, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that they would refine themselves to death. Then, the remaining ten percent would mostly refine themselves into a monster that was neither human nor ghost.
If he wanted it to evolve in a certain direction, Chung Shen-soo had to do it himself.
"I keep feeling that the Great Yin Form Refining Art has turned into something crooked."
Chung Shen-soo complained in his heart. Suddenly, he looked into the distance and shielded his eyes with his palms.
At the intersection of the sea and the sky, a black dot slowly appeared. When he got closer, he realized that it was a huge ship.
He narrowed his eyes and thought for a while. A bright smile appeared on his face. Following Fang Lang's memory, he sent out a distress signal.
…
The ship quickly discovered the distress signal and turned the bow of the ship. It lowered the small boat and sailed over.
On Mysterious Sea.
"Young lad, did you encounter a shipwreck? I already said that the thunderstorm two days ago was strange! "
An old sailor pulled Chung Shen-soo onto the deck.
He wore a short, wide, and narrow-sleeved shirt and a conical hat that could shield him from the sun and rain. His shorts barely reached his ankles. His face was filled with the vicissitudes of life. One look and it was obvious that he was an experienced old seadog.
"Thank you, Uncle. The people on the boat were scattered by the waves. It was terrible …"
Chung Shen-soo led Fang Lang in and said what Fang Lang needed to say. His eyes swept across the deck.
Mysterious Sea was not big. The deck was crowded with sailors in twos and threes, and there were even a few women.
They wore blue clothes and had dog tooth felt draped over their heads. Their foreheads protruded two inches, revealing half of their faces.
At this moment, they were sizing up Chung Shen-soo with curious eyes.
"Gui race?"
A memory belonging to Fang Lang surfaced, causing Chung Shen-soo to blurt out.
Using the boat as a room, viewing the water as if it were land, and floating in the ocean, they were Gui!
The so-called Gui race was a group of people who lived on fishing boats. They were excellent swimmers, and they could often walk on boats as if they were on flat ground when they were children. When they grew up, they could even be compared to people who could swim in the waves.
"That's right, we are the Gui race. My name is Mai Yu. What about you, young lad?"
Uncle Mai said with a smile.
"Fang Lang!" Chung Shen-soo thanked him again and again. "I can't repay you for saving my life …"
"If you want to thank someone, don't thank me. Thank the owner, Uncle Hai. He was the one who decided to save you."
Uncle Mai said with a smile, "Young lad, you must be hungry and thirsty, right? Let's eat first, eat first! "
The food on the boat was very sumptuous and unrestrained.
Fish, shrimp, and giant crabs that were caught from the sea were stewed together in a pot. After they were cooked, they were dipped in salt, ginger, garlic, and soy sauce. It was delicious.
Although Chung Shen-soo did not need to eat, he still had to show his appreciation. He grabbed a giant crab pincer and carefully peeled the crab meat.
At this moment, a red shadow flashed past the corner of his eye.
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