94 Yin Yang Illusory Realm (1/2)

BOOM!

Feng Lin's palm imprint became a whip as he lashed out ruthlessly. It was like he was the controller of this universe, sitting atop his lofty throne in the air as he wielded a divine whip, smacking those deities in heaven down to earth.

Tai!

After one move, Feng Lin's gesture changed. Both his palms executed the Sky Flipping Imprint and smashed down ruthlessly. It was akin to the Buzhou Heavenly Pillar in the legends crumbling with a loud rumble, destroying the human world.

Bzz!

His palm imprint changed again as his fingers extended outward. One of his hands was Yang, the other was Yin; one was the sun, the other the moon. His hands switched over, giving rise to a myriad of transformations.

Ang!

His hands were like mountains. He lifted them high as his moves changed again. He was akin to a lofty and majestic mountain, immovable…

They were the many variations of the Kunlun Grand Palm Imprint. The aura of his moves was extremely imposing, shocking the hearts of people.

However, Feng Lin wasn't practicing his martial arts now; he was trying to sense the might of his palm imprints.

After looking at the basic educational module for genetic hypnotists, Feng Lin learned some of the basic hypnotism theory and techniques as he contemplated about them over and over again.

One of the techniques was to use hand gestures to induce hypnotism, using his formless aura to shake up his target's heart, forcibly breaking through the psychological defensive line of his target.

And just so nicely, speaking of hand imprints, he coincidentally was also skilled in the Kunlun Grand Palm Imprint. Why didn't he make use of it?

He couldn't help but say the effect was truly not bad.

Once he used these palm imprints, their aura was clearly extraordinary and had the power to influence the heart of others. Even before the might from the palm imprints were unleashed, the imposing manner of it would already have shaken the heart of others, allowing him to gain victory without a fight. There was a hope for it to be refined into a method of hypnotism that he could use.

But this was merely just an ancient martial art after all. He had no problems shaking the hearts of his target, but if he really wanted to achieve a hypnotism effect, he still needed to combine the usage of his mental energy techniques and some other means.

Feng Lin went online again to research more about the specific methods of using hand imprints for hypnotism. The Devil Subduing Imprint from Buddhism, the Lion Imprint, the Heavenheart Five Thunder Imprint from Taoism, the Rain Requesting Imprint, and even the Praying Gesture from Christianity—he wanted to attempt to merge the ceremonies of the various religions into it.

Although by implementing all of them was very tiring, he wouldn't suffer a loss as long as he could find a way to master the hypnotism method.

The more Feng Lin understood about the Kunlun Grand Palm Imprint, the more profound and mysterious he found it to be. It was difficult to figure it out clearly within a short period of time. The ability of it to include the essence of all martial arts were simply too strong.

This was a martial art that would improve as the cultivator strengthened. Currently, the might he could unleash from using it might not be considered very powerful, but it possessed endless potential.

Feng Lin silently felt glad that he was fortunate enough to obtain this martial art, enabling him to enrich his techniques greatly.

He treated the palm imprints as his body language—the gesture to induce hypnotism—as he experimented over and over again.

It was a pity that Feng Lin didn't have a partner he could experiment on. He could only stand in front of a mirror and attempt to hypnotize himself.

However, it was very difficult to hypnotize oneself because the hypnotist himself already knew that he was trying to hypnotize himself. There would be a natural wariness in his heart, and he unconsciously would guard against the hypnotism. Hence, it was very tough for the hypnotism to succeed.

It was like using his hand to lift himself up into the air; it went against logic and was extremely difficult to achieve.

Only high-grade hypnotists would barely manage to succeed in doing it.

Feng Lin didn't delude himself that he would succeed in a single try. It was just that since he didn't have a target to practice on, he could only practice it on himself.

If this hypnotism technique would achieve a little effect when he used it against himself, there was no need to doubt that the effect would be much stronger when used against others.

Facing the mirror, Feng Lin drew in a deep breath and discarded all distracting thoughts. All sounds in the area faded away, leaving only silence.

Feng Lin focused his mental energy and sensed the transformation to the rhythm of his life force, breathing, heartbeat, pulse, as well as the fluctuations of his thoughts and emotions.

Suddenly, he moved. It was as though he had gained a trace of the underlying structure of hypnotism.

His hand trembled from the rhythm of his life force as the rhythm grew faster and faster. His hands were both Yin and Yang, and the palm imprint he formed was akin to Taichi—Dao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things.

His palm imprints were symmetrical to each other, just like the reflection from a mirror, isolating the two realms of Yin and Yang.

Yin Yang Mirror Imprint.