Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 478 - 477 Stare

Zhou Bai, after returning to his dormitory, first used his laziness points to heal his body.

His bodily functions had diminished to a mere third of their original capacity, equivalent to severe injuries, and he had spent over 10,000 laziness points in one go for the treatment.

"With my physique growing stronger, the laziness points needed for healing are also increasing," he thought.

Zhou Bai felt his body returning to its peak condition and slowly exhaled, the feeling of weakness he had just experienced was truly unbearable.

"But at least I've mastered the Time Rebirth Technique now, it's another method to save my life and it also increased my contamination level."

Zhou Bai's eyes narrowed slightly, with a chill flashing through them, "Next, after the gemstone cooldown ends, it's time to play with the Evil Sect."

The Evil Sect was replete with masters. Apart from the Sea of Blood sage, whose life and death status matched Jiaojiao's, their other levels of combat power were somewhat stronger than those on the side of the Three Pure Dao Sect.

Although Zhou Bai was confident, he would not be arrogant, so he planned to prepare thoroughly.

"Going there in my Primordial Spirit form might be inconvenient," Zhou Bai thought of a Dao technique that perhaps had not been studied by anyone for over a hundred years.

He went to the library and, after some searching, found the Primordial Spirit Seizing Method.

Ever since the Heavenly Dao became distorted, Primordial Spirit Emergence inevitably led to deformations, making the Primordial Spirit Seizing Method a technique of courting death. For a long time, it was almost completely ignored until some daring individuals attempted it, ultimately unable to escape the deformations.

However, Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit had been repeatedly strengthened by decay images and could already perform Primordial Spirit Emergence, making the Primordial Spirit Seizing Method applicable for him as well.

Of course, Zhou Bai's true goal wasn't to seize a body. After all, his own body was already immensely powerful, and forcibly seizing another would involve various complications like consciousness conflicts, contamination, and aftereffects of splitting. The strength of build he could seize wouldn't be stronger than his.

So, his goal wasn't actually to perform a seizure but to learn how to suppress and control another's Primordial Spirit and consciousness and manipulate their physical body.

"In this way, once I'm at the Evil Sect, I'll be able to forcibly control the bodies of those whose cultivation is lower than mine, which will give me much more room to operate."

Moreover, since he was planning to confront the Evil Sect through Primordial Spirit Emergence, Zhou Bai also specifically borrowed various books on the Primordial Spirit Transformation Technique to help himself become more adept at changing the size, shape of his Primordial Spirit, and the methods of manifestation and concealment.

"The legends say that ancient cultivators could transform into birds, beasts, flowers, vessels, and insects, big or small, visible or hidden. All these speak of the changes after Primordial Spirit Emergence, not literally turning their flesh and blood into these things."

"Actual flesh and blood transforming at will, bodily structures turning into various creatures, that's an unimaginably great Divine Skill. But the Primordial Spirit, being formless and intangible, is much easier to change."

"Unfortunately, after the Heavenly Dao was distorted, no one has studied the Primordial Spirit Transformation Technique again."

These things had likely not been looked at by anyone for over a century, but Zhou Bai was greatly inspired now, feeling his previous operations of Primordial Spirit Emergence were too superficial, barely scratching the surface of its true potential.

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Days later, at the Evil Sect. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Cang Ming sat in the cafeteria, looking toward a young man not far away, and furrowed his brow slightly.

The young man looked pale with sparse hair, seemingly languid as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

Especially the deep-set eye sockets resembled two black holes, giving off a very uncomfortable feeling.

Cang Ming remembered that he had first seen this strange man on the side of the road last night.

As he walked down the street, the man stared at him.

When he went to the training ground to exercise, the man followed and, while throwing punches, kept his eyes on him.

After finishing his practice and going to the cafeteria to eat, the man also came to the cafeteria and sat near him, watching him eat.

However, Cang Ming was merely annoyed by this but harbored no more extreme thoughts. After all, he was somewhat of a celebrity in Nanshan City. Although he lost to Zhou Bai in the big four schools competition, being watched was quite normal.

After he finished dinner, Zhou Bai walked straight back to his dorm room, planning to browse the Dao scriptures he had borrowed recently to reinforce his basics and prepare for reading the Dao compilations.

However, not long after he sat down, he noticed something odd.

He looked toward the direction of the dorm door and could see a sliver of shadow through the crack under the door, where light from outside should have been shining in. The presence of the shadow meant someone was standing outside his door.

Cang Ming couldn't help but ask, "Who's there?"

Hasty footsteps followed; it seemed the person had run away.

Although he hadn't seen what the person looked like, for some reason, the image of a young man suddenly surfaced in Cang Ming's mind.

"Could it be him?"

Cang Ming didn't ponder further. After reading the Dao scriptures for two hours, he finished his studies for the day. He then began to sit on his bed and meditate, planning to cultivate his Primordial Spirit till dawn instead of sleeping.

However, after practicing for a while, Cang Ming began to feel uncomfortable—a sensation of being watched emerged in his mind, someone observing him unabashedly from nearby without any attempt to hide it.

It was a sensitivity that had developed from years of spiritual practice.

He abruptly opened his eyes, took a quick glance, and saw a pale face hanging at the window sill, staring at him.

As he looked at the face, the figure instantly jumped down, and Cang Ming even heard a thud, the sound of jumping from the window to the ground.

In that brief moment, Cang Ming also saw the face clearly: it was that man.

He hurriedly rushed to the window and looked down at the street below; no one was there. He shouted, "Don't go too far! If you spy on me again, don't blame me for being rude!"

Cang Ming shook his head helplessly, then sat back down on his bed, finally able to meditate in peace.

For the next hour or so, Cang Ming practiced calmly, no longer feeling as if he was being watched.

He guessed that the man must have been scared off by him.

More than ten minutes later, just as Cang Ming was becoming deeply immersed in his meditation, a thumping sound came from under his bed, as if something was rolling around underneath.

Cang Ming frowned, opened his eyes, and looked under the bed; there was nothing there, not a single thing.

But the sensation of being watched emerged again, and Cang Ming felt every hair on his body standing on end from the stimulation.

He abruptly unleashed his Primordial Spirit power, sweeping it through the entire room.

The next moment, he looked toward the gap between the bookshelf and the corner of the wall. In that gap, evidently too small for any person to hide, he saw an eyeball staring back at him out of the darkness, glaring at him.

Cang Ming was startled, but he quickly reacted, with his Primordial Spirit power sweeping toward that eye. He moved the bookshelf, but saw nothing at the corner; it was completely empty.

However, Cang Ming clearly remembered that eye, those tired eyes, that weak gaze... the face of the strange man suddenly appeared before him.

'It's him? It must be him!'

He abruptly stood up, molten lava flowing out from his pores, a white-hot stream rising up, the temperature of the entire room started to rise.

Drip!

Something dripped down.

Cang Ming looked up to see that the entire ceiling had somehow been infiltrated by a large expanse of black viscous fluid.

The fluid dripped down, landing on the floor, the bed, and on him, extinguishing the flames on his body.

The fluid writhed on the floor like black worms gathering together, forming into distorted text.