To grow the seed Yin Devils, to grow the entire Yin Devil tribe, forming a virtuous cycle.

The seed Yin Devils don't even need cultivation; there's simply no concept of cultivation for them, just endless feeding suffices.

Those Yin Devils carrying carts are mere consumables, akin to farming.

Most of the fruits produced from the seeds fall into the Mist Sea, in ways cultivators cannot comprehend or sense.

The Evil Lord glanced sideways at the seed Yin Devils gobbling up food by the edge of the Mist Sea.

Increasingly, he agrees with the conversations he once had with Yu Ziqing.

Innately too powerful, with bloodline inheritance, the path is completely paved, a tribe that can walk with eyes closed; their obstacles are the greatest.

This has nothing to do with intelligence anymore.

If these Yin Devils were in the hands of humans, they could be utilized ten thousand times more effectively than now.

That perilous Mist Sea, even the Yin Devils dare not venture within, being the greatest treasure.

From the very outset, the Evil Lord has been vigilant about the readily obtainable path of ascension and wary of the bloodline inheritance that comes with the innate.

He just regards it as a kind of knowledge, much like ordinary inheritance.

He's merely using it as a reference, having no intention to follow the Yin Devils' path blindly and step-by-step.

Going this way, it's absolutely impossible to resolve the Seven Yin King.

To this day, his powers have little relation to the path he intends to walk.

Seeing no interference around him, the Evil Lord closes his eyes, a different perspective instantly appears in his mind.

Amidst endless fog and chaos, layers begin to separate.

He is now at the first layer, finding the first thread or a core's edge amidst chaos and illusion.

With an open mouth, akin to a worm, he gnaws that edge bit by bit, advancing slowly into the mist.

Soon, he penetrated the first layer, second layer, third layer...

Thus, he comprehended the Yin Devils' inheritance, using their talents and time, forging a cultivation method centered on his consciousness.

The Seven Yin King is too adept at hiding; any significant commotion might be detected.

He's not afraid of the Seven Yin King striking; he's afraid the Seven Yin King will turn turtle, completely sealing himself away, hiding for tens of thousands of years without a trace.

Fortunately, he's also a Yin Devil now, naturally able to hide.

Bit by bit, eroding from within, like a worm, slowly corroding the core, devouring it gradually.

If all goes smoothly, the interior might be hollowed out, yet the exterior remains perfectly intact.

This is the method most suited to his current identity, with the highest success rate.

The nutrition gained from the decay, the Evil Lord integrates into his own consciousness, using it as the foundation to construct his new path.

No name has been given, as he doesn't want the new path to have an anchor point now.

No, it should be that an unformed new path does not need a name.

Learning from past mistakes, when the Evil Dao was twisted, destroyed, transforming into this ghostly state, apart from innate flaws, perhaps an issue occurred during the Dao's nascent stage as well.

This time, having learned the lesson, the Evil Lord decides to remain dormant, abandoning the anchor point altogether, directly parasitizing.

Before success, he won't even form the Dao shape.

No, even after success, he won't!

Let's see who can destroy my path!

The Evil Lord resolves to compete with the Seven Yin King, seeing who can hide better, who can endure longer.

If unsuccessful this time, he might as well die directly.

To avoid letting the likes of Mountain Lord ridicule him over his weaknesses daily.

Though others might be tolerable, Mountain Lord ridiculing him for being fooled miserably merely due to stupidity, is something he truly can't endure.

Yet the fact remains, he finds no grounds to refute.

And that's precisely what's hardest for him to accept.

Thus, the Evil Dao decides to give up when he says so, to abandon when he says so.

Death is trivial.

As long as he can climb out of the pit!

And the perpetually hiding Seven Yin King is oblivious, a being long sinking, harboring a breath untold, yet stifled from Mountain Lord's cold jeers daily, a desperate lineage finally resolved to act, still heeding counsel, proving truly intimidating.

A new path lacking shape, name, even a coagulated prototype, is slowly eroding, gradually undermining his Dao from within.

And this process signifies the birth of a new Dao.

Unlike before, where a small path was first opened, then cultivated, then walked, before further opening and cultivating.

The small path opened might be just Third-tier, already counting as the birth of a new Dao.

Whereas the Evil Lord's current approach, before truly reaching fruition, strictly speaking, the new Dao isn't considered born at all.

How can you destroy something that hasn't even been born?

He considers Yu Ziqing's counsel, combining the Yin Devils' attributes, merging the Seven Yin King's character, exploiting the art of hiding to its utmost.

...

Yu Ziqing naturally doesn't know, the Evil Lord surpassing the predecessor.

He is currently somewhat troubled, whether Refining God or Body Refinement, both indeed have reached an inexorable breakthrough stage, with possibilities for natural breakthroughs.

It worries him to not dare sleep, fearing one accidental nap might lead to an unexpected breakthrough in some aspect.

By relying on the slight connection between the two, mutually restraining, he stopped the natural breakthrough.

The Hungry Ghost Dao and Body Refining Technique indeed have connections, yet the connections are too few.

If left naturally, allowing individual breakthroughs, that already scarce connection might become lesser still.