"Didn’t Mo Hua mention ’Divine Formation’ to you?"
"Hmm." Xun Ziyou nodded, then asked: "Is this ’Divine Formation’?"
Xun Zixian hesitated, sighed, "It resembles... but I can’t be sure, Divine Formations are nearly lost, not to mention complete diagrams, just a few fragmentary records are scarce."
"But if this truly is a Divine Formation..."
Xun Zixian’s gaze became immensely solemn, and his tone grew much more serious, "Then within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, there might be hidden a complete lineage of extremely profound Divine Formation inheritance."
"Otherwise, it would definitely be impossible to construct such a complete, intricate, and grand Divine Formation system..."
"And the formation master who can set up such a large-scale, nearly lost Divine Formation is likely... extremely terrifying..."
Xun Ziyou’s expression changed, "Then aren’t Mo Hua and the others in danger?"
Xun Zixian nodded, sighed: "Hold the Void Sword Order given by the ancestor firmly in your hand, and if anything goes wrong, don’t hesitate to use it."
Xun Ziyou nodded solemnly.
Then he remembered to pass the information to Mo Hua as well.
Mo Hua being inside, knowing more is always useful.
However, these words are really too many, and the Original Magnet sensing is interfered, and can’t be sent out temporarily, or if sent, it’s intermittent.
He can only patiently send it little by little.
...
Inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
Mo Hua received the message, but it was sporadic, the ink blurred together, unable to be distinguished for the moment.
A large amount of text, if not read together, can easily cause misunderstandings.
So he planned to look it over later.
And soon, Ouyang Mu began learning to forge the Evil Sword under Mo Hua’s guidance, following the old monster cultivator.
In specific artifact refining techniques, Mo Hua of course wasn’t as skilled as Ouyang Mu.
But which materials could be used, which techniques were problematic, which would let evil thoughts enter the mind, Mo Hua understood clearly.
Because of this, Ouyang Mu was somewhat perfunctory in his refining.
But the old monster cultivator seemed to turn a blind eye to it, completely unconcerned.
After refining for a while, the old monster cultivator nodded, an imperceptible sharpness lurking in his cloudy gaze:
"Now, I will teach you to forge the sword bone."
Ouyang Mu frowned.
Other things could be muddled through, but the sword bone is the core in sword casting, distinguished as right or wrong, which can’t be perfunctory.
Ouyang Mu said: "I know how to forge sword bone..."
"No, you don’t." The old monster cultivator gave a sinister smile, his voice hoarse, "What I teach you to refine isn’t ordinary sword bone, but..."
The old monster cultivator paused, his cloudy gaze unusually profound, his tone somewhat indescribably eerie.
"Sword bone for ascending to Golden Core... the sword bone for your own Magical Treasure!"