Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1390: Chapter 772 Magical Treasure_2

”As for one’s own Magical Treasure, even if one manages to form a Golden Core, it will fall far behind others, almost incomparable to the disciples of the great family clans, let alone compete for superiority...”

Ouyang Mu nodded as if he understood but not completely.

He was born into a family, so he didn’t deeply feel such matters.

But Mo Hua felt a strong sense of sentiment in his heart.

”The barriers of Tao Cultivation are indeed daunting...”

It is not an idle statement.

On the surface, it may not be apparent, but for the loose cultivators at the bottom, each step upward would crash into these barriers, splitting their heads and bleeding.

The old monster cultivator continued: ”This is the method for Righteous Dao to refine one’s own Magical Treasure...”

”The Demon Path, Corpse Path, and Evil Path are somewhat similar, they use the superior demonic inheritance Evil Artifacts to nurture the own demonic Magical Treasury.”

”But besides this, there are many differences.”

”After all, in this world, the path of Righteous Dao is monotonous, while the path of Demon Dao is full of variety.”

”Some forge Evil Artifacts, some forge monster artifacts, some forge demonic artifacts...”

”Some treat monster evil demonic artifacts as pets, nurturing them within and feeding them with one’s flesh...”

”Others merge the embryo of their own Evil Treasure with themselves, treating it as part of their body...”

”Besides, there are also...”

The old monster cultivator paused and did not continue, instead, he said plainly: ”...besides, there are many, different methods, endlessly varied.”

Listening to these demonic techniques, Ouyang Mu’s face turned slightly pale.

The old monster cultivator looked at him, his voice hoarse: ”The path of Evil Artifacts is profound and intricate, I will slowly teach you.”

”At first, you might not adapt, but slowly, you’ll get accustomed...”

”In this world, aside from one’s own Divine Soul, flesh, and skin, even other people’s limbs and bones are merely external objects, lifeless items.”

”When a monster beast dies, its entire body can be used for refining artifacts.”

”Why can’t humans be refined when they die?”

”Now, follow me and learn...”

After saying this, the old monster cultivator took out a piece of ghostly white spine bone, threw it into the Blood Pool, quenched it with human blood, then placed it in the dark green furnace fire to roast, waiting for the blood color to melt into the bone marrow, before taking it out for forging...

This process was quite tedious.

Mo Hua could only grasp a rough understanding.

Ouyang Mu assisted, while also remembering what Mo Hua had said, observing the old monster cultivator’s artifact refining techniques, noting down which were good to learn, and discarding those that were not.

Some excessively wicked refining techniques, Mo Hua didn’t let Ouyang Mu participate.

Surprisingly, the old monster cultivator didn’t force him either.

Ouyang Mu did what he didn’t want to do, one by one.

Only some miscellaneous parts, where his ”hands wouldn’t be dirtied”, did he silently leave for Ouyang Mu to do.

Mo Hua slightly furrowed his brows.

”This old fellow seems a bit odd...”

Until the end, this old monster cultivator, though constantly ”guiding” Ouyang Mu in refining Evil Artifacts, never truly made things difficult for him.

After quenching that spine bone in blood, Ouyang Mu returned to his cell.

Mo Hua also returned to his secret chamber.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, furrowing his brow in thought, as he suddenly realized that all this time, he seemed to have neglected the issue of Magical Treasures.

Since entering Taixu Gate, he had been constantly busy.

He had to catch Sin Cultivators, earn Merit Points, learn Formations, hunt monsters, figure out how to consume Evil Spirits... busy beyond measure.

Now, regaining his senses, he suddenly realized he still didn’t know which Magical Treasure to use.

If wanting to form a Core, what should he use for his own Magical Treasure?

The other disciples from the same sect had family elders plan this in advance.

From their own cultivation techniques, the Superior Daoist Magic they practiced, down to inherited spiritual artifacts, and their own Magical Treasures, everything followed a consistent lineage.

They didn’t need to think for themselves, they just had to follow family traditions or elder guidance step by step.

But for him, it’s different...

Mo Hua sighed.

He lacked family heritage.

When he left home, his parents were only in Qi Refinement, and he was the first to achieve Foundation Establishment among them, where would the Golden Core inheritance come from?

As for teacher inheritance...

Mo Hua felt a bit sad.

His master had encountered a great disaster, now unknown life or death, and had never mentioned matters beyond Golden Core.

”Storage Ring?”

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, he flipped the Storage Ring on his right thumb.

But regrettably, nothing like spiritual treasures or Magical Treasures ”suddenly appeared” in the Storage Ring.

”Master left nothing for me...”

Thinking about it, it made sense, the master was not an immortal, nor was the Storage Ring a treasure box, how could things appear just by thinking?

Mo Hua pondered for a while.

”Master left nothing for me, nor informed me about relevant Tao Cultivation knowledge, does that mean...”

”Is he trying to test me?”

”No restrictions on my choices, letting me develop freely?”

”Making me think on my own, deciding what is the most suitable for my own Magical Treasure?”

Mo Hua slowly nodded.

Then he felt a bit troubled.

But being so poor, what can he use as his own Magical Treasure?

Inherited spiritual artifact?

Too expensive, and even if he had one, it wouldn’t match his cultivation technique and Daoist skill, probably unable to compete with the Heavenly Pride among the same sect.

Ordinary spiritual artifact, even less to say.

Born vastly inferior.

Also, he was already in the middle phase of Foundation Establishment.

Even if he had a superior spiritual artifact embryo, there’s not much time left to nurture it.

According to that old monster cultivator, the longer the embryo of one’s own Magical Treasure is nurtured, the more it aligns with one’s spiritual power, making the refined treasure more wieldable like an arm and increasing its power.

”Trouble...”

Mo Hua frowned tightly, suddenly having a flash of inspiration.

He closed his eyes, submerged his Divine Sense into the Sea of Consciousness, approached the Taoist Stele, and lightly patted the stele, quietly asked: