Chapter 879

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang! Wei Yuan struck five times in a row, each strike bursting out a puff of green smoke, and all five Desolate Steel arrowheads were ruined.

Wei Yuan caught his breath slightly, then stored the data recorded by his spiritual sense into his sea of consciousness, splitting off dozens of spiritual thoughts to analyze and compare from different angles using the Power Shaman's Qi luck.

Now Wei Yuan only had five strands of Power Shaman Qi luck left in his hand. If he couldn't find a way to use sacrificial power as a substitute, then this large iron box wouldn't work, and he could only start playing with small and medium iron boxes. At that time, these young masters and misses would very likely lose interest.

Wei Yuan didn't come to the Desolate Realm to make money, but to enter the highest-end spirituality trading bureau to search for the Dao Sword.

At this time, the comparative analysis of the previous five strikes ended, and more than seventy suggestions for improvement were proposed for Wei Yuan's technique. Wei Yuan swung a few times in the air according to the adjusted technique, then placed five more arrowheads, and then five strikes fell with different techniques, and five more wisps of light smoke floated up.

Wei Yuan put the forging hammer into a golden basin in front of him; the light purple liquid in the basin was sacrificial power. To be precise, it was liquid that had dissolved sacrificial power.

When the forging hammer re-absorbed the sacrificial power, Wei Yuan analyzed the new five strikes comprehensively again and found more than thirty omissions.

Just like this, puffs of green smoke kept rising, and in the blink of an eye, the hundred Desolate Steel arrowheads Wei Yuan had prepared were all ruined.

The price was huge, but the harvest was gratifying.

Now Wei Yuan had already excluded hundreds of error factors and locked onto the cause of failure. There were two main reasons: one was the purity of the sacrificial power itself.

One strand of sacrificial power can only be obtained by sacrificing a complete offering, and theoretically, the sacrificial power obtained by sacrificing a Dao Foundation is equivalent to one strand of Qi luck contributed by a Dharma Form Power Shaman.

But there is inevitably resentment and karma in the sacrificial power. Even if the offering happily climbs onto the altar, karma is still difficult to avoid. This little bit of karma is the root cause that repeatedly led to Wei Yuan's failure.

Another reason is that every strand of sacrificial power is more or less different; there are simply no two identical strands of sacrificial power. The instability of the material is also a reason for failure.

At this time, Wei Yuan couldn't help but feel some regret. If the Red Lotus Honglian Puti were in hand, it could easily eliminate that little bit of sporadic karma, and he would surely have succeeded long ago.

However, without the Red Lotus Honglian Puti, Wei Yuan had other ways, which was to use human Qi luck as a guide to restrain the sacrificial power, and it might be possible to completely stimulate the sacrificial power and turn it into spirituality.

Wei Yuan tried ten more strikes, adding human Qi luck from little to much. When a thousand strands of green Qi were added, a strike fell, and ten thousand zhang of golden light suddenly erupted from under the hammer, followed by a deafening roar of an ancient beast, and the entire shop was shaking!

Tian Yu, who was still deep in thought in the outer hall, was startled and rushed into the back hall, only to see Wei Yuan holding a round treasure bead in his hand with a strange expression.

With this strike, the human Qi luck and sacrificial power happened to stimulate each other, merging with heaven and earth, spontaneously producing changes, and as a result, the arrowhead under the hammer turned into a treasure bead.

In the fist-sized treasure bead, there was a tiny pink octopus, swimming slowly. Each of its tentacles was short and fleshy, and when it swam, it would leave petals of flame in place, shaped like flower petals.

What is this thing? Wei Yuan quickly searched through the knowledge about spirituality in his memory.

The most ordinary spirituality is various creatures that can be seen everywhere, such as chickens, birds, fish, and insects. The Heavenly Dao of the Desolate Realm is special, and if spirituality can be stained with a bit of Great Dao aura, it will turn into a corresponding fire spirit form, which is the unique Flame God spirituality of the Desolate Realm.

Flame God spirituality also has high and low distinctions. The lowest grade is ordinary creatures, such as the fire-bearing grasshopper, which is the lowest of the low. A grade higher is various fierce birds and beasts; a grade higher is rare spirit beasts, such as the winged Pegasus. Spirit beasts at this level are basically at the Imperial View level, which ordinary Power Shamans simply cannot control.

The highest are various holy beasts of heaven and earth, most of which belong to those only heard of in rumors, never seen in reality. Besides this, there are ancient fierce things, monsters from outside the sky, etc., but such spirituality only has the possibility of existence, and many cultivators who have used the Heavenly Luck Spirit Forging Method, including the successive Temple Masters of Heavenly Secrets, have never created such spirituality.

Wei Yuan fell into deep thought, so which category does this pink octopus belong to?

Wei Yuan hadn't figured it out yet, when Tian Yu let out a strange cry, saying: "How can there be such a beautiful Shaman in the world?!"

"This is a Shaman?!"

"It is a Shaman! Just like the dolls of the human race, only it is more exquisite and beautiful, and has more spirituality." Tian Yu was extremely certain.

Some Shamans, after taking off their clothes when they reach adulthood, really can't be distinguished from monsters. No matter how Wei Yuan looked at it, he couldn't see that this pink octopus was a Shaman.

But looking at Tian Yu's obsessed gaze, Wei Yuan had to believe it.

"It's too beautiful! Give it to me! I'll pay fifty thousand, no, one hundred thousand to collect it!"

Wei Yuan handed it directly to Tian Yu and said: "It's yours."

Besides its special form and particularly abundant spirituality, the pink octopus had no other killing ability, so Wei Yuan felt it was just a vase-like appearance. It was rare that Tian Yu liked it, so he simply gave it away.

"Really? This is the Shaman of my dreams!"

"Naturally, it's true. You go out first, I still have a lot of work to do, this is the first finished product of tonight."

"Alright!" Tian Yu held the treasure bead and left with a silly smile on his face.

With the first success, the subsequent successes were logical. It's just that using sacrificial power and Qi luck is different, and from time to time, all kinds of strange and weird spiritualities would appear, all of which were unrecorded and for which no corresponding creatures could be found.