novelraw Chapter 100 : Five Desires and Six Dusts Mind-Transforming Technique
Chapter 100 : Five Desires and Six Dusts Mind-Transforming Technique
Chapter 100: Five Desires and Six Dusts Mind-Transforming Technique
Lu Changyuan dragged his body, step by step, toward the Nether Lord’s palace.
The Sun Dial concealed the heavenly secrets, while the Moon Dial traced the past.
The Moon Dial could ensure that he temporarily retained his sanity—enough to support him until he reached the Death Path.
Following the Nether River forward, the Nether Palace was already in sight.
Lu Changyuan’s demonized, massive body approached one step at a time, knocking down the already-ruined, half-collapsed walls.
“Demonization is rather interesting.”
The feeling was quite novel, as if his body were about to no longer belong to him.
“So disgusting.”
Lu Changyuan reached out and chopped off another arm that was growing out from his body.
Strictly speaking, saying that the Desire Demon invaded him was not entirely accurate.
To be more precise, half of his body had already been marinated by the Desire Demon’s essence long ago; if he wished to become a second Desire Demon, there were indeed ways.
That was why the Desire Demon had chosen him—and, by every possible means, sought to break his Supreme Ruthlessness, eventually plotting to seize his body.
“You know, we’re old friends already—why so polite?”
Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes and laughed. “If you want my body, just say so. Why bother with all the roundabout tricks?”
A strange howling sound came from within his body.
It was a cry that seemed to merge the thoughts of all living beings.
Boom!
Lu Changyuan tore open the gate of the Sin Prison, his enormous body plunging entirely inside.
He was not feeling well at all.
The Desire Demon’s half-body was trying to seize control of his flesh, devouring his consciousness in order to descend into the world.
It was still the same problem—as he had lost the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique, Lu Changyuan had little means to resist the Desire Demon.
That vile being had existed in the human realm for millions of years, hidden within everyone’s heart—it was not something easily dealt with.
Lu Changyuan squinted, his legs beginning to mutate into bloated, revolting pillars covered with festering sores.
The Moon Dial began to explode inch by inch, trembling on the verge of collapse.
A masterless artifact resisting the Desire Demon—indeed, it was struggling.
Lu Changyuan only felt his mind begin to blur; the six dusts flooded into his consciousness, and even though Severed Thought was in his hand, he still could not stop his thoughts from scattering.
The first to arrive was the desire for wealth. Numerous copper coins suddenly grew from his left hand, embedded into his skin, turning his arm into a horrifying soil that nurtured the coins.
Next came the desire of lust.
A gentle, fragrant breeze drifted past.
The scent of sandalwood slipped into his nose.
“Master Lu, would you not like to take Youwan’s body?”
Su Youwan appeared before him at some unknown moment, clothed in light blue gauze—her inner garments suspended loosely—one glance, and her skin was as white and smooth as mutton-fat jade.
Her delicate, cool body coiled around him like a serpent.
The girl whispered licentious words by his ear; coupled with her pure and holy countenance, it only made the sight more obscene.
Not only that, when she saw Lu Changyuan not even sparing her a glance—
Su Youwan giggled softly, slipped off her gauze robe, and then blindfolded herself.
“This way, no matter what Master Lu does to Youwan, Youwan will see nothing at all.”
Lu Changyuan still regarded her as if she were air.
He continued walking forward, his exhausted body moving step by step.
He was going to the Death Path.
The desires of fame and food arrived together.
A gnawing hunger and the craving for recognition tightly shackled Lu Changyuan.
He wanted to stop. He truly wanted to stop.
Suddenly, Lu Changyuan opened his mouth wide and bit down hard on his own copper-coin-covered left hand.
Flesh flew everywhere.
The coins clattered to the ground, rolling with a clink, clink until their metallic sheen faded, turning into lumps of crimson flesh.
“So that’s all the tricks you’ve got.”
Though dizzy and tormented, Lu Changyuan still said this.
Finally came the desire for sleep.
This was the last of the five desires.
A myriad of voices suddenly echoed beside his ears.
“You’ve ruled the world for a thousand years—aren’t you tired?”
“You’ve done enough for the world. You deserve rest. Don’t you wish to rest yourself?”
“If you don’t want to rest, why not return to the Dao Sect and talk properly with your disciple? She’ll understand.”
“You never truly wanted to meddle in this world anymore, did you?”
Amid those countless voices, a figure in white robes slowly appeared.
Her brows were gentle, her voice soft and pleasant.
Xia Lianxue stepped forward, tenderly stroking Lu Changyuan’s head. He felt as if he had stepped into the softest of clouds, growing drowsy.
The white-robed fairy spoke again, as though pleading like a wife asking her weary husband to set down his burdens: “My lord, it’s time to rest.”
Lu Changyuan paused for a moment.
The Moon Dial suddenly burst apart, its fragments melting inch by inch into his body.
The Desire Demon had found one of his few weaknesses—thus, the desires of lust and sleep struck him together.
It wanted to make Lu Changyuan lose all resistance, to bury his consciousness deep within his flesh, and let time slowly erase him.
At some unknown point, Su Youwan embraced him from behind, her ethereal laughter tinkling like wind chimes.
Did Lu Changyuan have desires?
He did.
A cultivator must have desire. Before his ascension, Lu Changyuan’s greatest wish was actually… to go home.
When all memories returned, he finally remembered who he truly was.
He had indeed transmigrated—otherwise, the word “game” would not have existed in his memory. It was precisely because the Desire Demon had read his memories that it had fabricated those game-like illusions.
Eighteen hundred years ago, he had come to the cultivation world. Thus, in his original world, one ordinary office worker named Lu Changyuan went missing, and in the cultivation world, a little country doctor appeared.
His spiritual roots were ordinary—it wasn’t something fabricated. He was simply an ordinary man with ordinary roots, and thus he only stepped onto the path of immortality at fifty.
Xia Lianxue was not some fiancée from a game’s reward either—she was truly the girl next door.
Everything had been real.
Lu Changyuan had taken each step solidly into this world.
Though his foundation was weak, fortune smiled upon him. Opportunities followed one after another, and he even discovered a way to evade Heaven’s Dao and reenter the mortal world through Jade Radiance.
Yet slowly, as his cultivation grew higher, Lu Changyuan found it harder and harder to return.
He met more and more people—the Palace Mistress of the Sun-Moon Palace, Su Wu Xiang—and with every connection came heavier bonds.
All of them became the reasons he could no longer return home.
Supreme Ruthlessness—the taste of home grew more distant, and the deceit and strife of cultivators grew closer.
Thus, Lu Changyuan’s desire changed.
As everyone he knew one by one fell into demonization, his own desire turned into something that none would dare even think of.
He wanted peace under Heaven.
The age of chaos should end.
Whoever threatened that peace—
He would kill them.
Along with it came another boundless desire—he wanted to slay the Desire Demon.
Whoever stood in his way of killing it—
He would kill them too.
Lu Changyuan had done enough.
Now, he was too tired—this exhaustion came from the depths of his soul.
“It’s time to rest. Come with me. When you awaken, we’ll slay the demon together again, all right?”
A soft voice echoed as another figure appeared before Lu Changyuan—wearing splendid robes and a glassy crown, her eyes like a painting, beautiful as a pure lotus blooming atop Heavenly Mountain.
It was the Palace Mistress of the Sun-Moon Palace.
She was also the person Lu Changyuan had most admired before he attained Supreme Ruthlessness.
She extended her hand toward him—as if by taking it, he could return to the past, back to the days when he and the Palace Mistress, Su Wu Xiang, roamed the world together.
So tired.
So very tired.
Lu Changyuan’s knees suddenly bent, half-kneeling on the ground.
His eyelids felt as heavy as mountains—about to close.
Those illusory figures encircled him inch by inch, as if inviting him into a sweet, irresistible dream.
“Master, leave this world to me. You should rest.”
At that moment, another figure appeared before Lu Changyuan.
It was a face almost too beautiful to exist—cold yet distant, mysterious yet imbued with profound Dao.
She, too, wore not a single thread of clothing, standing in unmatched grace, unashamed beneath Lu Changyuan’s gaze.
“With me watching over this world, all beings shall have no fear.”
Lu Changyuan was startled.
He looked up—it truly was the Master of the White Domain Dao Sect, his only disciple.
“You’re awake? Master, die!”
Lu Changyuan saw the beautiful woman’s eyes—filled with unmasked killing intent.
By instinct, he reached for Severed Thought.
“You’ve grown so powerful that even the Desire Demon, when it takes your form, must bear karmic consequence—has even it been influenced by you?”
No one answered Lu Changyuan.
The next moment—
All illusions shattered.
Lu Changyuan let out a breath of relief, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Because he had already passed through the Gate of the Death Path.
He had entered the Death Path.
The Nether Kingdom was a very special place.
The Death Path was even more so—the most special among the special.
Those who walked the Death Path were sinners; once they completed it, they would be pardoned.
It was a path shrouded in deep nether qi, destination unknown, length immeasurable.
“Finally here.”
Lu Changyuan murmured softly, then performed an action that left one utterly speechless.
He voluntarily abandoned resistance, leaving behind only a single strand of thought—allowing the Desire Demon to take over his body. That strand of thought became a spirit, standing upon the Death Path, while his physical body was completely devoured by the Desire Demon.
Lu Changyuan took two steps forward, disappearing entirely into the Death Path. Only then did he turn back to look at his body.
That body, now wholly taken over by the Desire Demon, began to writhe and twist, that indescribable mass of black desire constantly churning. Finally, from within the darkness, it was reborn.
Another Lu Changyuan was born anew from that body.
Unlike before, the eyes of the Desire Demon Lu Changyuan were filled with frenzied crimson.
It seemed slightly surprised—astonished that Lu Changyuan had so quickly given up resisting. But the next instant, its body suddenly lifted off the ground, as though attempting to flee backward and escape this place.
Bang!
A deep, muffled crash echoed—it was as if it had slammed into an invisible wall. Immediately after, an immense, irresistible force descended, slamming the body of Lu Changyuan down hard against the cold ground of the Death Path.
The Desire Demon quickly got up and turned around, its scarlet eyes fixed upon the direction from which it had come, trying to find the gate through which Lu Changyuan had entered. Yet behind it was only the same endless darkness as before.
The gate of the Death Path had vanished.
The spirit that Lu Changyuan had become floated quietly in place, watching the Desire Demon’s futile struggle. His voice was calm and flat:
“Have you realized you can’t leave? Of course not. This is the Death Path. You took my body and turned into a tangible human form—now you can only leave after walking the Death Path to its end. The Nether Lord’s rules stand firm. Even if you are a demon from the Outer Heavens, once you have taken human form, you must obey them.”
A deep growl rumbled in the Desire Demon’s throat—it still hadn’t fully adapted to Lu Changyuan’s body.
Before long, it suddenly raised its head, staring hard at Lu Changyuan.
“What’s wrong? Not used to the new body?”
Lu Changyuan had become an illusory spirit, so the Desire Demon could not see his expression.
“When you were a Desire Demon, you had no physical form and were untouched by most laws. Even the Jade Radiance Law could hardly reach you. But now that you’ve become human, the restraints are far greater.”
Before completing the Death Path, the Desire Demon could not leave.
Perhaps enraged by Lu Changyuan’s calm tone, the Desire Demon let out a furious roar. Controlling Lu Changyuan’s body, it gathered boundless demonic energy and struck violently toward Lu Changyuan’s spirit.
With a single bang—
Lu Changyuan’s spirit instantly scattered like mist. Yet the moment it completely dissipated, the surrounding nether qi rippled faintly, and the same illusory spirit reformed from the void, standing there intact, as if untouched.
“You can’t kill me. This is the Nether Kingdom.”
Though he said so, in truth, Lu Changyuan was now merely a strand of thought, with no way to reclaim his body from the Desire Demon’s grasp.
The Desire Demon indeed couldn’t kill him, but it already possessed his body. There was no need to destroy him—once it finished the Death Path, it could naturally leave.
Now that it had become Lu Changyuan, with his body in hand, even if it couldn’t finish the Death Path quickly, it could simply walk it slowly.
After decades, or even centuries, it would eventually get out.
As for Lu Changyuan, this lone strand of thought could only remain forever on the Death Path, and, over the years, be corroded by deathly qi until it lost its nature entirely.
The Desire Demon, having understood this, ignored Lu Changyuan and began to walk the Death Path at an unhurried pace.
Lu Changyuan’s tone turned mocking:
“So heartless? We’re old acquaintances, after all. Aren’t you curious why, even when I was at my weakest, I could still resist your corruption for quite a while?”
In the beginning, even before using the Moon Dial, Lu Changyuan had managed to maintain his consciousness.
That was indeed strange, but the Desire Demon had assumed it was simply his innate ability.
Suddenly, a bone-chilling wind howled across the Death Path.
The Desire Demon froze in place, as though trapped, unable to take even a single step forward.
Lu Changyuan’s voice drifted, sometimes near, sometimes distant:
“Finally noticed? It’s true that my body no longer holds the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique, but there’s something else.”
The Desire Demon’s body twisted again, howling as if it had discovered something bizarre within itself.
Lu Changyuan, unhurried, continued:
“Did you really think I made no preparations? You thought that just because you gave me a memory of some game, I wouldn’t suspect the bloody words in my eyes?”
What a joke.
In the cultivation world, there’s never a free lunch.
The Desire Demon struggled violently, rolling and thrashing upon the Death Path.
It wanted to escape from Lu Changyuan’s body—
Yet found it was no longer in control.
“You can’t escape.”
Lu Changyuan’s laughter echoed. “Have you ever wondered why, after I shattered the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique, I never re-cultivated it?”
That supreme mental art—Lu Changyuan had cultivated it to its peak, even resisting heavenly tribulation to abandon it. Yet to abandon did not mean he couldn’t practice it again.
As its creator, restarting it wouldn’t have been difficult—at least not at the initial stage.
But ever since the technique was broken, all the way to his arrival in the Nether Kingdom, Lu Changyuan had shown not the slightest intention of cultivating it again.
“When the Nether River hung upside down in my eyes, what I saw was a vast void.”
The sound of dripping rain seemed to match the rhythm of his words, giving his voice a faintly sinister cadence.
“As I expected, the Dao I seek is that of nothingness—and the essence of nothingness is to devour all things that exist.”
The Desire Demon was still struggling.
It had schemed for centuries, fought Heaven’s Dao itself, and finally waited for a perfect vessel—so it had crossed the boundary to seize this body. Yet now, it realized that this body had become its prison.
It could not go back.
It could no longer return to the Outer Heavens.
What had gone wrong?
“Don’t be so angry. You can’t kill me anyway. Just think of this part of yourself as a gift to me.”
Wherever there were cultivators, desire existed—and as long as desire existed, the Desire Demon could never die.
Lu Changyuan smiled faintly. “I must thank the Nether Lord, really. I’d planned to stay here for another century or two, slowly devouring you before leaving. Seems there’s no need for that anymore.”
The Desire Demon finally understood—it had been tricked.
While it had been plotting against Lu Changyuan, Lu Changyuan had also been plotting against it.
It wanted to devour Lu Changyuan—
Lu Changyuan also wanted to devour it.
A mysterious suction force locked it in place. The Desire Demon, formed of the five desires of humanity, now found those very desires being dismantled piece by piece, and absorbed bit by bit into Lu Changyuan’s body.
Within that body, a cultivation technique was operating autonomously.
“I once cultivated the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique, the path of extinguishing desire. Now, I no longer intend to suppress desire—but rather, to see what the path of liberating desire looks like.”
If Lu Changyuan had a body now, the Desire Demon would have seen that his eyes were blood-red—more demonic than its own.
“Just so happens, I know how to create a new art of liberated desire. Oh right—what do you think it should be called?”
His mocking voice echoed endlessly. “I haven’t named this technique yet. Since I’ve stripped it from your essence, you have the right to name it.”
Ding-dong… ding-dong…
Lu Changyuan’s laughter was piercing.
Back in the Upper Jade Capital, Lu Changyuan had already begun reversing the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique. As the strongest method of extinguishing desire in the world, its reversed form was equally terrifying.
The function of the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique was to ward off all demons and keep the spirit platform pure and clear.
And when reversed—
Naturally, it became “Devour all desires under Heaven.”
When the Desire Demon had first entered Lu Changyuan’s body, it hadn’t noticed anything strange. It merely thought he was resisting. Only after Lu Changyuan abandoned the body did it realize—his body was devouring desire itself.
Originally, Lu Changyuan had planned to remain within his body, battling and consuming the Desire Demon at the same time. But the Nether Lord had granted him immense authority, allowing him to step outside his body and fully unleash the technique.
Naturally, that was not good news for the Desire Demon.
A chewing sound abruptly echoed in the darkness.
Crunch… crunch…
Something seemed to be gnawed within Lu Changyuan’s mouth. He murmured, “Let you serve as the foundation of my new art.”
Born from reversing the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique, and using the Desire Demon as its core principle, thus emerged the second strongest mental art in the mortal realm—
‘The Five Desires and Six Dusts Mind-Transforming Technique.’
‘The five desires burn the heart like a fiery house, the six dusts blind the eyes like cloudy haze.’
‘Refine the spirit platform to the Bodhi state; in the fire, plant the lotus—reflect it upon the mirror stage.’