The True Spirit Post?
These three words gave off an extraordinary sense of grandeur.
âSenior, what kind of treasure is it?â Despite his knowledge unrivaled in the heavenly planes, it was impossible for Jiang Chen to know every item in the myriad of worlds. Even so, his rough guess was that the brush must be used to etch formations or inscribe talismans.
But before the Vermillion Bird could reply, Big Stone shouted in surprise, âEh!â
âBig Stone, whatâs the matter?â Jiang Chen looked back in spite of himself.
âSavior, that really is called the True Spirit Post. It belonged to Saint Dan, we saw him use it before.â His bell-sized eyes stared at it, cheeks red with excitement.
âSavior, will you let me take a look?â He looked naively at Jiang Chen, little stars of hope in his eyes.
âGo ahead.â Jiang Chen saw no reason to be stingy. He might even learn more of the brushâs secrets this way.
Big Stone piously cupped the brush in both his hands. He respected and admired Saint Dan very much so, hence he worshipped his saviorâs possession as if it were the man himself.
His lips quivered with emotion. âIt - it really is the True Spirit Post! To think Iâd see it again after such a long time! Savior, the founder never travelled without it.â
âOh? Do you know what makes it so special?â Big Stoneâs excitement elicited Jiang Chenâs curiosity.
âI know a little bit. Saint Dan was an outstanding leader on the continent. His status was very high. This was the pillar of his strength and has many uses. It can inscribe talismans and bind evil, etch formations, or be used as a weapon. It also has many other uses he never told us about, but thatâs the general idea!â
Indeed, Jiang Chen had treated this indescript brush differently because heâd sensed an almost indiscernible aura emanating from it.
Big Stone returned it to Jiang Chen, handling it with reverent care.
âYoung lord, everything must be the heavensâ doing. You obtained the saintâs treasure, so thereâs no difference between you and him. He once told us the one to revive us will be our new master, and the one to inherit the brush will be the future sectmaster. You fulfill both conditions. From now on, the eight of us will follow you to the end of the earth.â
Jiang Chen hadnât expected the brush to reinforce the golemsâ loyalty.
âBut he also said that to use it, it first needs to acknowledge you, then you must reach a certain level of cultivation. Even we werenât strong enough. Us brothers once asked him out of curiosity, you see.â Big Stone was an honest golem. Heâd sworn allegiance, but heâd speak his mind even if he offended his master.
Jiang Chen nodded. Judging by the golemâs tone, emperor realm must be far too low to access the itemâs full potential. He could fool around with it at best, but itâd be a monstrous waste to actually use it in battle.
Even so, he was excited to have accidentally picked up a treasured legacy of the Primosanct Sect.
The Vermillion Bird was also amazed by the brushâs origin.
âCongratulations. You must have been born beneath a lucky star. Perhaps you will truly rebuild the Primosanct Sect one day.â
All the ancient sects had more or less fallen, lost in the long river of time.
âLetâs go study the formation.â
It was the most pressing matter at the moment. The young lordâs attentions were wholly on it. He had friends and family now. He couldnât allow anyone in this world to threaten his loved ones, so he had to stop the demon lord before it was too late, before the cataclysm erupted in the human domain.
The secret of the formation was well hidden indeed, so much so it wasnât in any specific location. Instead, pieces of the puzzle were scattered around the palace.
The formationâs essence had been divided into eight sections, following the pattern of the eight-sided bagua. Even if someone chanced upon one section, they wouldnât be able to understand its real significance.
The whole picture only revealed itself when Jiang Chen took to the air and activated the spirit veins in all eight sections.
The strange scene left him astonished. The eight sections were ever-changing, the space warped by a strange art. Without grasping the profound mysteries within, deciphering it would be an enormous challenge. Thankfully, Jiang Chen was a master of formations.
True, heâd been baffled at first and couldnât figure out where to even begin. But he carefully sorted through his thoughts and slowly pieced together the entire picture. With his skill and experience, a short analysis proved enough for a preliminary understanding of the inner workings.
The monstrosity was a headache in the making. Heâd naively thought that no matter how complicated, it couldnât possibly be worse than the Ancient Crimson Heavens Sectâs formations. How mistaken heâd been!
It was much, much worse. Even if it couldnât compare to the Great Formation of Heavenly Soul Confinement, it was one of the ancient eraâs finest examples.
Despite specializing in formations, how could the Ancient Crimson Heavens Sect compare to one of the five greatest sects of the ancient times? In fact, the Primosanct Sect probably hadnât created it either. It must have come from the primordial era.
âYoung man, the formation is hidden here. Study it carefully. If you can repair or improve it to its peak level, then even the demon wouldnât be able to escape even if he grew a pair of wings,â the Vermillion Bird said confidently.
One day, two days, half a month...
After an entire month, the young lord had roughly figured out the formationâs meanderings.
âItâs hard to imagine such a difficult and complex layout. Countless Primosanct seniors must have shed sweat and blood to set it up.â
Unfortunately, he was now at a loss how to proceed.
Grasping the underlying principles wasnât enough. He now required vast amounts of energy, several dozen times what heâd consumed when building the Nine Sparks Petalstorm Formation, or perhaps even more. After all, this was an ancient formation that could even imprison a celestial demon lord.
The Primosanct Sect had accumulated untold wealth, but even in its more abundant era, no single faction could have shouldered such an insane undertaking. Others must have participated as well.
âNot enough resources, not enough energy...â Jiang Chen murmured. âIn short, Iâm broke!â
The Vermillion Bird exclaimed, âDid you comprehend the formation?â
âMore or less.â
The ancient bird gave him a funny look. Was this a human or a monster? How could he possess such learning ability?
It had banked on five years at least, and been ready for a long siege. To think a month would be enough! The word genius could no longer describe such a freak!
After resting inside his domain for a month, the demon lordâs consciousness was in much better shape. With a mental scan, he discovered the young human hadnât left the secret realm yet. Heâs not given up?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Frowning, he mumbled to himself, âThis brat seems determined to get in my way.â
Jiang Chen was an annoying fishbone stuck in his throat. He bristled at the thought of someone always watching him. How he wished he could trample the human flat!
The young man could have left this damned place, but he hadnât.
Why not? Obviously not for the sake of the demon slaves. The demon lordâs instincts screamed at him, Youâre the target!
âWant to fight to the death? Hmph, your strength isnât bad, but do you think a brat like you can kill me when an entire sect couldnât?â His anger and pride had been stifled long enough. He now needed a victim to vent it on!