This is the last month of the Floating Temple’s stay in the South Border, and today finally marks the time to leave.
During this period, they visited the various realms and brought the radiance of the Jade Phoenix Divine to each clan, fulfilling their original promise.
The early winter sun, even shining from three suns combined, still managed to bring a bit of warmth into the room.
“Little Princess Jiang has been making significant progress lately.”
Ke Mo opened his eyes.
In this month, he had transformed seventy times, achieving sixty changes, with ten more to go. He also discovered that the transformations among those seventy changes could actually project into the small realm.
Of course, that still wasn’t life.
Thus, Little Princess Jiang gained many more training partners, who couldn’t talk but offered plenty of sword techniques for her to learn, which she obediently handed over to her master for guidance.
The Heavenly Lord, little Ke, said your sword techniques have already evolved beyond needing to be influenced by others; just follow your heart.
This was the evaluation from Ice Chunk regarding Ke Mo’s recent swordplay.
“My martial insights have been stagnant for nearly a thousand years.”
“I don’t have any immediate martial arts I feel desperate to learn.”
Ke Mo gazed at the frolicking Water Clan outside the window and took stock of the recent investments he had made.
Currently, he had three remaining golden mountains, still not restored back to his peak.
He was still Ke, rich and imposing, Mo.
In the feedback he received from the Monster Clan, there were plenty of rare treasures, such as gigantic pearls… heavy golden purple sandalwood… cold smoke jade… If these things were converted to cash, he wasn’t sure how much they would be worth, but it would definitely be enough to ensure the wealthiest in Yunzhou could afford a couple of life-saving pills.
There were also numerous extremely high-quality heavenly materials and elixirs.
“Ice Chunk should be nearly done refining the Jade Phoenix Divine…”
Just as he was thinking this.
【Congratulations, host! Successfully invested in ‘Ying Bing’ to assist in refining the Jade Phoenix Divine.】
【Investment Feedback: “Golden Casting Seal.”】
“Ice Chunk has completely refined the Jade Phoenix Divine?!”
Ke Mo felt an intricately patterned imprint adorned with mysterious tadpole designs appear in his palm and couldn’t help but feel exhilarated.
With the Golden Casting Seal, could this mean he could upgrade the “Wukong Seeks Dao” scroll?
He subconsciously took out the observation chart and took a deep breath.
Snap—
When the casting seal touched the observation chart, however, it was unlike before.
Nothing happened.
“Hmm?”
Little Ke, not one to back down from challenges, tried again.
Snap—
Still no response.
“That’s just odd.”
Ke Mo was left in a fog.
The “Wukong Seeks Dao” scroll couldn’t possibly have an issue; he painted it himself, and subsequently, it was also upgraded with the casting seal, and he had been comprehending it for so long.
He had even seen Monkey King; it couldn’t possibly have a problem.
The casting seal produced by the system?
Then it couldn’t have a problem either.
So what step was off?
“Could it be… that it’s unable to upgrade because of me?”
Ke Mo pondered but couldn’t find the answer.
So, he put away the casting seal and faced the early winter morning light, looking out the window.
He saw Ying Bing quietly seated by the water’s edge drinking tea, her profile flawless, her moon-white skin appearing even fairer under the pale sunlight, resembling the first snow of winter.
Ke Mo took a sip of tea.
“Ice Chunk, if we initially observe the lower form, can it later transform into the upper form?”
“Naturally, it can.”
Ying Bing glanced at him, observing the boy, then softly added:
“If a person is immensely talented, the mere lower form won’t do them justice, thus once they perfect the lower form, it can naturally transform into the middle form.”
“That’s incredibly difficult, even if talent is high; it might take a lifetime, but there have been those who achieved it.”
The sect leader?
Ke Mo thought of that irreverent leader of the Qingyuan Sect.
He couldn’t help but reflect.
The casting seal not helping him continue the progression may be because he hasn’t yet perfected the “Wukong Seeks Dao” scroll?
Or perhaps it’s because he still lacks some necessary conditions?
It seemed he could only perfect the seventy transformations first, comprehend the Somersault Cloud, and then try again…
There’s always a path when the situation calls for it; it’s his in the end, no need to rush.
If he were to rush now, what about those who started at the lower form and spent their whole lives only reaching the middle form?
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In his heart, he reminded himself not to be greedy, and Li Mo chuckled:
“Ice Chunk, guess what form I want to deduce?”
“What form?”
“Ultimate Form!”
“Then I’ll wait for you to be the first one to deduce the great divine form.”
Watching the young man seriously ramble, Ying Bing rested her chin on her hand, her eyes filled with a bit of helplessness.
The childishness returns…
Hmm?
Li Mo paused at her words.
So Ice Chunk means that no one has ever achieved the divine form by themselves?
It means the great divine forms are naturally birthed from the cosmos?
Just then, there was a sudden commotion by the entrance to the realm.
The demon kings preparing to return to their clans came one by one to bid farewell, bringing their clansfolk with them.
“Thank you, Sky Flood Dragon, thank you, Qingluan Divine Maiden.”
“If there’s anywhere in the South Border that you could use our Giant Whale Clan’s help, be sure to find us.”
“Please accept these sea ginsengs as well…”
Well, if they’re coming, they might as well bring gifts.
…
At the same time.
In the South Border, Senluo Valley.
This place was finally suffocating with toxic miasma, even a whiff absorbed into the Observation Realm was lethal.
In the stone hall above, a few flames flickered in the darkness, and a dozen teams of bronze-masked priests walked in, step by step. If Li Mo were present, he would recognize that the priest he saw last time was among them.
At this moment, wearing a bl**d robe, Han Zhen sat under the Bronze Tree in the stone hall, one of his arms hanging limply.
“Have all the living energies been gathered?”
Han Zhen squinted his eyes and inhaled deeply.
The cloud-patterned jade pendants in the priests’ hands seemed to materialize, gathering around him, and it was unclear if it was just an illusion, but his complexion appeared a bit flushed.
“Not bad, more than usual. How did you manage it?”
“Because the divine children all went to the Floating Temple.”
A priest offered the jade pendant.
“Hmm, it’s about time they also return from the Floating Temple.”
Han Zhen spat out a mouthful of resentment.
After losing the bl**d Phoenix Essence, he had early on set his eyes on the Jade Phoenix Divine, which had been presented to the Floating Temple by Da Shang.
Unfortunately, Huai Kongs were old-fashioned, and Shang Qin Qing was on the same page as that bald donkey; otherwise, he wouldn’t have to send Zhi Duo and them to retrieve it.
Thud—
A bl**d-red-eyed crow flew through the toxic miasma and into the stone hall, landing with a frail, pale middle figure.
“Why did you come back alone?”
This fourth-grade demon king was sent by Han Zhen to fetch Zhi Duo and the others.
“Duo Zhi is dead.”
“There are others?”
“Same.”
“Impossible!”
Han Zhen leaped to his feet.
It could be said that Duo Zhi ran away with the Jade Phoenix Divine; in that case, all those divine sons on the Qianlong List who absorbed so much living energy, plus the secret techniques he provided, how could they all d*e?
“What about the Jade Phoenix Divine?” Han Zhen glanced at the broken Bronze Divine Tree, and it seemed he had figured out the situation, speaking coldly.
“It was obtained through the cooperation of Ying Bing and Ke Mo from the Ming Jiao Clan and Qingluan Clan.”
The crow softly stated.
Mo?!
Bing!!!
Those two words exploded like thunder in his ears.
“What do they look like?!” Han Zhen’s voice became sharp.
“……”
The crow took off two of its own feathers, which ignited without flame and burned to ash.
The ashes on the ground outlined a portrait.
Han Zhen stood there dazed.
…
P.S.: Gift ranking fourteen, the audience’s donations and gifts have been overwhelming, little fluffball bows in gratitude.
