The Great Art of Instigation

"Though what I do are not grand methods, nor are they of the orthodox Great Dao."

Ming Shen burst into a hearty laugh and said, "Otherwise, even the lackeys of the Three Realms Sovereigns would not have been unable to pursue us to this extent. Child, I hope you can inherit my mantle, help me annihilate all the Three Realms Sovereigns, and bring justice to this universe. You must know, characters like the Three Realms Sovereigns, if they are given the chance to transcend the Samsara Tribulation once more, they will only become more powerful, and no one will be able to oppose them."

After careful consideration, Lei Dong pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head and replied, "Grandmaster, this junior cannot agree to your request. Currently, I do not wish to clash with the Immortal Venerable and Demon Venerable. My sole enemy is the Mother of Myriad Spirits. If they do not provoke me, I will not provoke them. Therefore, I do not wish to deceive you, Grandmaster."

"Very well, to be able to maintain your true nature before immense benefits truly fills this old man with joy. In the future, you will surely go further on the path of cultivation."

Ming Shen, far from being angry, praised him instead.

"This old man does not necessarily want you to deal with the Three Realms Sovereigns. However, for those who have transcended the Samsara Tribulation like them, they are extremely wary of the Heaven-Chosen selected by the will of the universe. Once you ascend to the Sovereign realm, regardless of whether you are the Heaven-Chosen or not, according to their usual practices, they will certainly join forces to eradicate you. There is no escaping it."

Lei Dong agreed with this point. After all, the tragic examples of Ming Shen, the Netherworld King, and the Demon Emperor were still fresh in his mind.

"Now my longevity is running thin. The only thing I can do is pass down my lifetime of insights and experience to you."

Ming Shen sighed softly and said, "I do not expect you to actively deal with the Immortal Venerable and Demon Venerable. I only have one request, which is for you to look after the Die Ren and the Ming Ju Ren. Their numbers are already dwindling. They are all my descendants; I do not wish to see them all perish at the hands of the Immortal, Demon, and Monster Realms."

"Great Ancestral God, you..."

Die Huang, naturally emotional, could no longer restrain herself and wept bitterly.

"You cannot leave us like this."

"Die Huang, my child..."

Ming Shen said gently, "You all know well that my remaining days in this world are numbered. Even if I drag out this ignoble existence for another tens of thousands of years, I will eventually dissipate into nothingness. It is better to use my remaining strength to assist my only granddisciple. In the future, your Die Ren and Ming Ju Ren clans must respect and love him just as you do me."

"Yes, Great Ancestral God, we will obey the Young Master, and respect and love him."

Die Huang kowtowed in the void, weeping uncontrollably. The other Ming Ju Ren and Die Ren also wept in sorrow.

These two races were incredibly powerful, yet they had still been suppressed by the allied forces of the Three Realms, which showed just how formidable their enemies were.

Lei Dong remained silent, feeling the faint sorrow of a peerless expert leaving behind countless legends as he entered his final days. To say that Lei Dong did not covet Ming Shen's experience and insights would be a lie. Regardless of his current strength, it was directly related to whether he could rescue his wife, Wan Yan, in the future. He had no way to refuse this grand gift.

After giving instructions to the Die Ren and the Ming Ju Ren, Ming Shen turned to Lei Dong and said gently, "Child, open your mind. My consciousness will temporarily enter your divine soul to pass down all my experience and insights regarding the laws of the universe."

Lei Dong complied, relaxing his will. However, he still maintained a shred of vigilance in his heart—this was his way of survival. Although Ming Shen was his Grandmaster, today was their first meeting. His understanding of Ming Shen was limited to legends, and he only knew that Ming Shen originated from humanity.

As for the old man's true nature and temperament, Lei Dong knew nothing.

But Lei Dong knew one thing: the survival instinct of humanity. Unless forced into a desperate situation, no one would willingly surrender their survival to another.

However, Lei Dong did not overdo it, keeping only a basic guard. After all, all signs indicated that his Grandmaster truly wished to pass down his legacy.

A vast, majestic consciousness filled with pressure transferred from Tai Ming's body to Lei Dong's. A warm sensation instantly enveloped him.

A soft, low voice whispered in his ear, "My child, relax your consciousness a bit, so this old man can begin to guide and transmit my insights to you."

This voice seemed to carry a mysterious power of instigation. Indeed, Lei Dong gradually relaxed his consciousness, falling into a semi-conscious state.

Ming Shen's consciousness entered Lei Dong's divine soul, transforming into a pale-faced middle-aged man. He greedily inhaled the pure Chaos True Essence, feeling refreshed, and could not help but think to himself:

"My disciple and granddisciple's capabilities are indeed not small, to actually perfect the Chaos Art. Granddisciple, oh granddisciple, what I told you is true—my foundation is damaged, and I can only live for a few tens of thousands of years at most. But when I die, who will remember me? I have prepared dozens of excellent bodies for soul-snatching, but none were fully satisfying. If I forced a soul-snatching, it would have unpredictable consequences on my cultivation base. Granddisciple, I am very satisfied with your body. A great body-refining technique, and it is the Netherworld Body. Not bad, not bad at all. I am truly satisfied."

Indeed, Ming Shen harbored ill intentions toward Lei Dong. But his hypnosis technique was too powerful. A Sovereign-level expert had deep research in this. Even though Lei Dong had maintained a trace of vigilance, he could not resist such a powerful instigation technique and was hypnotized.

At this moment, Lei Dong's consciousness fell asleep in the comfortable warmth, offering no resistance to Ming Shen's invading consciousness.