Longzang

Chapter 891 Falling to This State
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Wei Yuan struck five times in a row, each strike producing a puff of green smoke, rendering all five rough steel arrowheads useless.

Wei Yuan took a short breath, then stored the data recorded by his divine sense into his sea of ​​consciousness. He then divided his divine sense into dozens of points to analyze and compare the data with the power of the witch's luck from different angles.

Wei Yuan now only has five strands of magical energy left. If he can't find a way to use sacrificial power instead, then this large iron box won't work, and he'll have to start playing with the smaller iron boxes. At that point, these young masters and ladies will likely lose interest.

Wei Yuan didn't come to the Desolate Realm to make money, but to join the highest-level spiritual trading bureau in order to find the Dao Sword.

The comparative analysis of the five hammer blows concluded, and over seventy suggestions for improvement were made regarding Wei Yuan's technique. Wei Yuan then feinted a few blows using the adjusted technique, placed five arrowheads, and then struck each blow with a different technique, producing five wisps of smoke.

Wei Yuan placed the forging hammer into a golden basin in front of him. The pale purple liquid in the basin was the power of sacrifice. To be precise, it was a liquid in which the power of sacrifice had been dissolved.

When the forging hammer absorbed the power of the sacrifice again, Wei Yuan conducted a comprehensive analysis of the new five hammers and found more than thirty defects.

And so, puffs of green smoke rose continuously, and in the blink of an eye, all one hundred rough steel arrowheads that Wei Yuan had prepared were destroyed.

The cost was huge, but the gains were gratifying.

Wei Yuan has now ruled out hundreds of possible causes and pinpointed the reason for the failure. There are two main reasons, one of which is the purity of the sacrificial power itself.

A single sacrificial power is obtained by offering a complete sacrifice. Theoretically, the sacrificial power obtained by offering a Dao Foundation is equivalent to a single strand of fortune contributed by a Dharma Aspect Shaman.

However, the power of sacrifice inevitably contains resentment and karma. Even if the offerings joyfully ascend the altar, karma is still difficult to avoid. This little bit of karma is the root cause of Wei Yuan's repeated failures.

Another reason is that each sacrificial power is slightly different; no two sacrificial powers are exactly the same. The instability of the materials is also a reason for failure.

At this moment, Wei Yuan couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had the Red Lotus Bodhi in his hand, he could easily eliminate that little bit of karma, and he would have succeeded long ago.

However, even without the Red Lotus Bodhi, Wei Yuan had another method: using human energy to restrain the sacrificial power, he could potentially unleash the sacrificial power and transform it into spirituality.

Wei Yuan tried ten more hammer blows, gradually increasing the amount of human energy he added. When he added a thousand strands of green energy, he struck the hammer, and suddenly a golden light burst forth from beneath it, followed by a deafening roar of an ancient beast that shook the entire shop!
Tianyu, who was still deep in thought in the outer hall, was startled and rushed into the inner hall, where he saw Wei Yuan holding a perfectly round pearl in his hand with a strange expression.

With this strike, the human's spiritual energy and the power of the sacrifice perfectly complemented each other, harmonizing with heaven and earth, and spontaneously transforming. As a result, the arrowhead beneath the hammer turned into a precious pearl.

Inside the fist-sized orb, a tiny pink octopus was swimming slowly. Each of its tentacles was short and fleshy, leaving behind trails of flame as it swam, shaped like flower petals.

What is this? Wei Yuan quickly searched his memory for knowledge about spirituality.

The most common spiritual beings are the various creatures that can be found everywhere, such as chickens, birds, fish, and insects. The Heavenly Dao of the Desolate Realm is special. If a spiritual being can be tainted by even a trace of the Great Dao, it will transform into a corresponding fire spirit form. This is the unique Flame God Spirit of the Desolate Realm.

The spiritual power of the Flame God also varies. The lowest level consists of ordinary creatures, such as fire-breathing grasshoppers, which are the lowest of the low. The next level consists of various ferocious birds and beasts; and the next level consists of rare spirit beasts, such as winged pegasus. Spirit beasts of this level are basically at the level of Imperial Realm, and ordinary power-wielding sorcerers simply cannot control them.

At the very top are various sacred beasts of heaven and earth, most of which are only heard of in legends and have never been seen in person. In addition, there are ancient ferocious beasts, extraterrestrial monsters, etc., but such spirituality is only a possibility of existence. Many cultivators who have used the Heavenly Fortune Spirit Forging Method, including the successive masters of the Heavenly Mystery Hall, have never been able to forge such spirituality.

Wei Yuan fell into deep thought, so to which category does this pink octopus belong?
Before Wei Yuan could figure it out, Tian Yu let out a strange cry and exclaimed, "There are actually such beautiful witches in the world?!"

"Is this a witch?!"

“It’s a witch! Just like a human’s doll, only it’s more exquisite, beautiful, and more spiritual.” Tianyu was extremely certain.

Some witches, once they reach adulthood and take off their clothes, are truly indistinguishable from monsters. Wei Yuan couldn't tell at all that this pink octopus was a witch.

But seeing Tianyu's infatuated gaze, Wei Yuan had no choice but to believe it.

"It's so beautiful! Give it to me! I'll pay 50,000, no, 100,000!"

Wei Yuan handed it directly to Tianyu, saying, "It's for you."

Aside from its unique shape and exceptional spirituality, the pink octopus possessed no other killing abilities, so Wei Yuan considered it merely a decorative object. Since Tianyu liked it, he simply gave it to her as a gift.

"Really? This is my dream witch!"

“Of course it’s true. You can go out first, I still have a lot of work to do, this is the first finished product tonight.”

"Alright!" Tianyu left with a silly grin on her face, holding the precious pearl.

With the first success, subsequent successes followed naturally. However, using sacrificial power and luck differed, occasionally producing various strange and unusual spiritual entities—all unrecorded and without corresponding living beings. Wei Yuan used up all five hundred streams of sacrificial power in one go, generating a total of over thirty spiritual entities, before stopping and sealing them into boxes. However, he didn't plan to release all the boxes at once, but rather in batches.

Among this batch of spiritual beings, there were two at the level of Imperial Wild Beasts, and two others, like the Pink Octopus, whose origins and abilities were unknown. Although these two spiritual beings were of little use, Wei Yuan estimated that they were breathtakingly beautiful in the eyes of the Witch Clan.

Of the thirty-odd spirits in this batch, Wei Yuan only included one Imperial Wild Beast and one special spirit. He plans to include the other pair in the next batch. This way, he can ensure a big surprise in every batch.

Once both batches of spiritual energy are sold out, Wei Yuan estimates that he will be able to find a way to acquire the highest-level sacrificial power. At that time, combined with the altar, there will be a slight possibility of breaking through to the level of immortal artifacts.

However, this is only a theoretical possibility. There has never been a weapon refiner in history who could combine human weapon refining methods with witch soul-sacrificing methods like Wei Yuan.

However, the unstable nature of sacrificial power makes it difficult to become a top-tier material for spirit forging. If Wei Yuan could obtain a top-tier piece of luck from a top-tier desolate sorcerer, he would have at least a 30% chance of forging a celestial artifact.

But Wei Yuan knew this was impossible; how could a top-tier desolate witch contribute her luck to him?

……

The Witch Domain, a shattered domain in the far east.

Shengxin and Huixin led the Liao tribe through the mountains and fields. Huixin could no longer contain herself and lashed out with her whip at the Liao tribesman, shouting angrily, "We've been wandering in this secret realm for months! Where's the exit? Where's the treasure?"

The Liao tribesman's back was torn and bleeding, but he didn't utter a sound. He merely glanced at Shengxin and said, "If you want the treasure, then please shut up. Every time we finally find the array's core, he has to ramble on. As soon as he opens his mouth, something unexpected happens! Don't you know you have a half-baked ability to make your words come true?"

Shengxin remained expressionless and said, "Say less, of course, but..."

Hui Xin, unable to bear it any longer, roared, "Shut up!"

Sacred Heart had never seen Hui Xin so irritable before, and immediately knew better than to shut up.

Hui Xin roared, "I've been following you around for the past two years, and I don't even know what we've been doing! When will this end? What are we running around for? If you don't explain yourself, let's break up!"

Sacred Heart sighed and said, "We are actually doing something very, very big, bigger than we can imagine. And in this big thing, we are a key link..."

Hui Xin sneered: "Then I'm sorry, I'm withdrawing. You continue with your great cause and make a name for yourself for all time."

Shengxin hurriedly said, "How can that be! You are also a crucial link, it's just that it's not your turn to step in yet. Don't worry, when it's your turn to appear, it will surely be earth-shattering..."

Just then, the mist ahead suddenly dissipated, the sky above the secret realm shattered, and a bolt of heavenly tribulation lightning struck down upon the three of them!

Both Shengxin and Huixin were terrified, completely unprepared. How could a heavenly tribulation suddenly befall them? Shengxin's mind raced, and she exclaimed, "Oh no! Something is undergoing tribulation down below! We've become its scapegoats!"

The lightning bolts surged like a torrent, rushing through the three and instantly turning them into charred remains, which then fell in three different directions. Shengxin reacted quickly, grabbing Huixin, but when she tried to pull the Liao tribesman along, she missed him by a hair's breadth and watched helplessly as he flew further and further away.

Shengxin barely managed to recover some of her magical power from the lightning tribulation, and managed to stabilize herself just before crashing into the mountain, landing safely. Huixin, on the other hand, could barely stand, looking around blankly. Suddenly, she pointed in one direction and asked, "What's that?"

Saint Heart looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a beam of blue light shooting into the sky, then transforming into a huge light curtain that covered the vast mountains and rivers.

This scene seemed vaguely familiar to Shengxin. After pondering for a while, he suddenly exclaimed, "Qingming! We've fallen onto the edge of Qingming! Run!"

"...What about the Liao people?"

"No more!" Shengxin grabbed Huixin and flew away.

At the foot of a jade-like mountain, Bao Yun slowly withdrew the strange, half-illusory, half-real treasure tree image above her head, and looked thoughtfully at the charred Liao tribe before her.

The Liao clan member's sudden appearance within his own tribulation lightning was naturally considered by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth as an interference with the heavenly tribulation, thus instantly increasing his power. Despite his profound magical power and strong physical body, he was struck so hard that he was on the verge of death.

Two other people appeared with the Liao tribe. Those two were even more powerful, and they managed to escape even after being struck by the Heavenly Tribulation with added ingredients.

At this moment, the Liao man on the ground stirred, his breath faint, and muttered to himself, "I never imagined that I, the mighty... Whip of the Northern Frontier, would... fall to this state..."

(End of this chapter)