Chapter 549

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is! This treasure is actually so miraculous. Where did this fellow Qingmu touch the edge of this treasure..."

After Nikun fled with his mangled body, he chose a remote island. In a stone chamber temporarily opened on a cliff near the seaside, he dived in and began to refine the two spiritual objects.

He first held the precious mirror and channeled his own magic power into it for a turn, which gave birth to a miraculous sensation. He opened the mirror, and it drew down a wisp of moonlight to nourish his soul body. The soul body, which had been severely injured from performing the Soul Altar technique, quickly began to rise with black mist under the nourishment of the moonlight.

Nikun only felt a wisp of coolness coming from his body. Seeing that moonlight dew was beginning to condense on the silver mirror, he hurriedly held the silver mirror to his mouth and dripped the moonlight dew to consume it.

He even licked the mirror surface, still unsatisfied, disgusting Feng Xianzi, who was parasitic within it, half to death.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't we just beat this barbarian to death and find someone else to infiltrate the Changming Sect!" Feng Xian glared at Nikun.

"Fellow Daoist, do not be impatient, endure for a moment first..." Qian Chen had just spoken when he saw Nikun pick up the precious pearl to examine it for a long time. The incomplete corpse opened its mouth, looking as if it wanted to swallow it into its belly, so he immediately changed his words: "This fellow is not worth grooming, let's just beat him to death!"

He had already made up his mind; if this person dared to perform any more disgusting methods, he would immediately raise the precious pearl and kill him in one blow!

Nikun did not know that he had already hovered on the edge of life and death. He probed his magic power into the spirit pearl and only felt incredibly comfortable.

In a brief moment, his magic power circled the precious pearl once, and following a certain mysterious trajectory, it condensed a shallow figure within the spirit pearl.

Every time the magic power turned an extra circle within that phantom, it eliminated much of the impurity, and its agility and liveliness increased significantly, making it more and more intuitive to use.

Nikun did not know that he had refined his own magic power into Qian Chen's magic power. Although Qian Chen also found his bit of magic power shallow and impure, he only felt that by borrowing this spirit pearl, his magic power was refined to be more and more miraculous. He was completely unaware that he had refined himself into a pearl-slave of the spirit pearl; with just one thought from Qian Chen, he could take back all his soul and magic power into the pearl!

When he refined all his body's magic power into the spirit pearl, the figure in the pearl finally took complete shape. It was a divine dharma body with a face like his own.

Its feet stepped on wisps of flowing clouds, and several golden bats circled around its body, weaving back and forth. It was draped in five-colored rosy clouds and held a white bat in its hand. It was truly solemn in appearance, with a mass of peaceful qi.

With a slight movement of thought, the figure's whole body was filled with five lights and ten colors, splendid and extraordinary.

The soul he had refined into the black banner summoned this phantom to drill into it, immediately changing into the phantom's appearance, as if a shell had been created by wish-power.

Only, relying solely on magic power to condense, this divine dharma body was slightly frivolous.

His soul fell into the dharma body, transforming into the appearance of that god. He only felt that he had gained dozens of spells out of thin air, including the Yin-Yang Eye, Transport Technique, Refinement Technique, Small Climbing Cloud Supernatural Power, Invisibility Technique, Small Transformation Technique, Concealment Technique, and Qi-Gazing Method, plus a sense of vaguely grasping fortune and merit.

Nikun was overjoyed. He casually performed a Qi-Gazing technique and saw that within a foot of black qi above his head, wisps of red qi were mixed in. A spirit pearl and a precious mirror floated within it, suppressing his fortune and constantly generating wisps of red qi.

But after performing the spell, he felt his soul weaken, and this divine dharma body faded by an imperceptible wisp.

Nikun closed his eyes to contemplate the dharma body, and only after a long time did he open them, sighing: "So that's it! This pearl is a relic of an ancient god, a treasure like the divine talismans in the legends of the Central Lands. It can host a soul and cast a divine dharma body; it is a spiritual object used by ancient gods to host their incarnations!"

"By relying on this pearl, I can refine wish-power and cast the status of a god. I refined this pearl before, which was to condense a mold most suitable for my divine dharma body. In the future, as long as I constantly refine wish-power, I can achieve this body!"

"This dharma body is named the Flowing Cloud Hundred Blessings Dharma Body, a Sixth-Rank Red Tally divine position. It can dissolve a hundred calamities, bestow blessings and good fortune, and resolve disasters and slay demons!"

"This object is a hundred times more precious than we imagined. It is at least a relic left by a Third-Rank True God, and it is also a treasure that can prove longevity! With this object, one can become a god of a region, enjoy boundless lifespan, and gain supernatural powers and magic without cultivation!"

After contemplating the spirit pearl, Nikun was ecstatic. How could he still care about repairing that broken fleshly body? He only hastily struck the fleshly body into a stone cave and let the moonlight drawn by the precious mirror shine into it, letting it repair itself.

And his soul, wearing that 'divine body' cast by the faint wish-power, began to refine fierce ghosts from that Yin Soul Banner!

"Is Fellow Daoist Qian preparing to trick him into collecting wish-power for you?" Feng Xianzi asked curiously, hiding in the silver mirror.

"Now that we are being hunted by the Dragon King, it is not convenient to do these things, so let him cast this divine body for me..." Qian Chen explained with a smile.

"But this Flowing Cloud Hundred Blessings God, although its fortune is extraordinary and it is a body of merit, it is only a Sixth-Rank Red Tally divine position with Core Formation magic power! Isn't it a bit of a waste of this God-Transformation Dragon Pearl!" Feng Xianzi stroked his beard and asked curiously.

Qian Chen waved his hand to cast a divine dharma image holding a ruyi, with sun and moon circling his brow, a five-colored canopy above his head, water and fire taiji under his feet, and dragon horns on his human body. He pointed to the cloud patterns at the feet of this dharma body and smiled: "That Flowing Cloud Hundred Blessings God is only transformed from the cloud patterns at the feet of the divine dharma body I envisioned. When this god is complete, it is named Dongjun, also known as the Great Bright Venerable of the East. It is a Third-Rank True God dharma body of the Yang Spirit."

"I see this person has no great ability, and his savings are not rich; I fear he cannot gather such a massive amount of wish-power. So giving him a small goal is enough!"

"When he refines the Flowing Cloud Hundred Blessings Dharma Body, I will harm him, and then trick others into helping me refine the dharma body. By gathering eight or ten such fated people, this dharma body of mine will have a small achievement! At that time, I will spread the fated method, and by refining a hundred or eighty such dharma bodies, gathering them together will barely be enough to cultivate the Great Bright Venerable of the East dharma body!"

Feng Xianzi went to look at Nikun again, only to see him reflecting himself with the silver mirror. Qian Chen had already prepared a scroll of the "Flowing Cloud Hundred Blessings Disaster-Relieving Sutra" and struck it into the silver mirror. He saw the tally-script on the mirror surface stretch out, unfolding this scroll of scripture.

Feng Xian looked at the scripture Nikun was painstakingly contemplating, and saw him completely merge his own soul into the Flowing Cloud Hundred Blessings Dharma Body condensed by Qian Chen. From then on, his life and death were no longer in his own hands!

Then he used his own magic power to condense the scrolls of scripture, transforming them into flowing clouds, and struck them into the carefully refined fierce ghosts on the Yin Soul Banner. The most ferocious was Lord Qingmu, who had just been taken in. But after these scrolls of flowing cloud scripture were struck in, they instantly refined these fierce ghosts and Yin souls, transforming them into golden bats that circled his divine dharma body.

Every time an extra golden bat appeared, his magic power thickened by a layer. When the hundred or so fierce ghosts and Yin souls in the banner were all transformed into bats, a continuous stream of wish-power flowed from their bodies into Nikun's divine dharma body.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes. The Yin Soul Banner had lost all its black qi and was already ruined, but he was surrounded by a hundred or so golden bats. Each one carried a strand of fortune, surging into the fortune spirit cloud above his head, pushing the foot of black qi up by three feet and completely transforming it into red!

Feng Xian felt a chill. Qian Chen sending out this scroll of the "Flowing Cloud Hundred Blessings Disaster-Relieving Sutra" had actually counted the hundred or so Yin souls in the only effective magic tool in Nikun's hand. It was truly as cruel as scraping grease from a mosquito's belly.

He wouldn't even let go of this little bit!

"Good spirit pearl, good dharma body!" Nikun was completely unaware of this and just praised it endlessly: "After I refined these fierce ghosts into Hundred Blessings, not only did my magic power greatly increase, but each blessing god also has a strand of fortune flowing into my body! With a hundred blessings circling me, wouldn't I encounter good fortune in disasters and find treasures everywhere?"

After thinking this, he reached out and beckoned, and the hundred or so golden bats swarmed toward him, gathering in his hand to form a golden ruyi.

With a movement of Nikun's thought, he discovered that the magic power of those golden bats had transformed into eighteen restrictions, making this ruyi blast a ten-zhang-radius barren reef before him into powder with a single strike.

This was many times stronger than his broken banner!

Nikun pointed again, and the golden bats pounced out, their wings connected, gathering cloud qi and condensing into a formation. Its power was ten times greater than Old Man Ma's Heavenly Dipper Seven Kill Formation.

Nikun was even more overjoyed: "Good, good, good! With the Flowing Cloud Great Formation, I fear I could easily trap ten Penetrating Law cultivators. Taking them down would be as easy as flipping a palm. If Qingmu had mastered such power before, where would we have found a way to survive? It's a pity that such a good divine treasure was used by him as a wicked magic tool to restrain souls. This has made it cheap for me!"

He took the hundred or so bats into his body, and his whole body immediately solidified.

This person pondered slightly: "The way to cultivate this 'Flowing Cloud Hundred Blessings Disaster-Relieving Sutra' is a bit strange... it actually requires bestowing blessings on all living beings."

His face turned slightly gloomy, and he said: "I must find those commoners suffering from distress, and after using magic power to resolve their distress, leave a 'Blessing' character, telling their families to worship it daily in the future and provide wish-power to me. And I must not be greedy for speed, setting up disasters myself to trick people into believing. Truly..."

"Truly... worthy of being a righteous path method, a god of blessing and merit. If one can walk the righteous path, who would be willing to walk the wicked path?" Nikun beamed with joy.

"This kind of cultivation method is filled with a grand and righteous spirit. It is much kinder than the wicked witchcraft I used to cultivate... If it were a wicked tool, I would inevitably worry about whether there might be some tricks in it, but this kind of righteous path makes me feel much more at ease. Whoever left this treasure must be a righteous god; how could he play tricks like possession and rebirth?"

Nikun secretly let go of some of his caution, thinking: "I do know a few wicked peers who harm living beings to cultivate wicked methods. Originally, we were all birds of a feather, and I didn't want to provoke them."

"But now that I have obtained the inheritance of a god of blessing and merit, it is only right to use your lives to help me achieve the Great Dao."

"I can also seize the magic tools they refined with living souls and convert them into my protective blessing gods..."

Nikun's mind was made up, and he immediately had a plan. He casually left a mark of blessing and merit, which was an inverted 'Blessing' character.

"Strange, why is this 'Blessing' character inverted?" Nikun was not a dull person, and after a little thought, he immediately understood: "So it means 'Blessings have arrived'. This god actually has some human interest; this divine path is not as rigid as I thought!"

In the silver mirror, Feng Xianzi looked at Qian Chen with a strange expression, muttering in his heart: "The method bestowed by Fellow Daoist Qian is grand and righteous, the righteous path of the human world, but why is it that when it reaches him, it reveals a strange... wickedness?"

"It is clearly a matter of bestowing blessings and collecting wish-power, which is as righteous as it gets! But when it reaches Fellow Daoist Qian's level, it is ruthless plunder, turning this person into a puppet, yet it is also exhausting all creation... Strange! Too strange!"

"So under the grand righteous path, is it actually the way of 'insufficient to serve the surplus'? The Great Dao is indeed ruthless! No wonder the Supreme Dao Venerable said: The Dao that can be told is not the eternal Dao..."

Feng Xianzi thought of Qian Chen's ferocious performance in the hall, but when facing the man-eating Fourth Prince, he had shockingly joined forces with Shaoqing to stab the dragon and slay the flood dragon. Such complexity made him even less able to see through this fellow Daoist from Louguan!

"What is Fellow Daoist thinking about?" Qian Chen was manipulating Nikun to slaughter the wicked outsiders he knew, and seeing Feng Xian silent for a long time, he asked casually.

Feng Xianzi's soul trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Nothing, nothing!"