Chapter 859: Swallow Desire Pot

After that.

Yan Buji curled up in the damp depths of the mountain cave, the jagged stone walls exuding a bone‑chilling cold. His coarse fingers brushed the four bronze fragments in his arms, the patterns on the edges glowing with an eerie blue sheen in the dim light.

From afar came a sound that split the air, three powerful divine consciousnesses sweeping back and forth through the mountains like sharks that have smelled blood.

"These old dogs…" Yan Buji spat a mouthful of blood, and the mutated Dao Mark on his left eye throbbed with sharp pain.

Three whole months of relentless pursuit had nearly exhausted the power of his fate‑channel, and his Immortal Essence and magical power had not had time to replenish, making even the most basic evasion technique hard to cast.

When he thought of this, Yan Buji's fingertip touched the Mountain River Cauldron, and a memory suddenly flashed: twelve Human Emperors standing side by side, battle banners fluttering, drawing forth the vast human destiny fortune.

The scene made his murky eyes suddenly shine.

"Since the Human Emperor Banner can condense fortune…" Yan Buji's cracked lips twisted into a feral grin, "why can't I go the opposite way?"

He ripped open his robe, exposing a chest scarred with wounds!

Mixed primal martial Qi gathered in his palm, turning into azure‑gold flame. When the flame touched the bronze flagpole, a strange sight occurred! The Mountain River Cauldron melted like wax, turning into a viscous golden liquid that swirled in his palm.

Each drop of golden liquid contained a heavy weight of human destiny fortune, and under the firelight revealed countless phantom silhouettes of living beings.

He then melted that fragment of the Human Emperor Banner with Wenwu Fire, re‑refining it.

In this process, Yan Buji vaguely felt his own destiny being drawn out; refining a treasure of this rank, even a fragment, would exact a considerable price.

"But now isn't the time to discuss that."

"Divide!"

With a low shout, the golden liquid in his hand split into six in the air.

Yan Buji bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of refined blood; six Dao sigils rose in the blood mist:

Greed, Anger, Delusion, Arrogance, Doubt, Perception!

Each character was precisely imprinted on a glob of golden liquid.

Immediately, Yan Buji began refining them into accumulation, then shaping, finally sealing and forging…

The forging process lasted six days.

Yan Buji used his finger as a brush, blood as ink, sketching complex fate‑channel runes on the six globes of golden liquid.

When the final stroke fell, the cave suddenly burst with golden light. The six golden liquids began to combine, ultimately forming a strangely shaped bronze pot:

The pot's body was engraved with the character "Greed", faintly showing countless yearning faces; the spout resembled an open beast's mouth, its inner wall covered with the "Anger" seal; the lid was carved with a sleeping demon, a "Delusion" character glowing with bloodlight on its forehead; the handle was entwined with serpentine patterns, a "Arrogance" rune set at the snake's eye; the two ear‑handles, yin and yang, bore the characters "Doubt" and "Perception" respectively.

"Fate‑channel secret art, swallow desire to transform fate…" Yan Buji's hoarse voice echoed in the cave. The instant his hand grasped the pot's handle, the entire pot shuddered violently, the spout automatically turned toward his left eye, generating a powerful suction.

Yan Buji was not startled but delighted, allowing the mutated Dao Mark's Mutant Force to be drawn into the pot.

As the Dao Mark's force poured in, the six ancient characters on the pot's body lit up in dazzling golden light one after another.

When the final "Perception" character flared, he clearly felt a blood‑bond connection forming between himself and this "Swallow Desire Pot".

"Good baby!" Yan Buji cooed, fondly caressing the pot's body.

This six‑turn Immortal Accumulation Artifact was forged by Yan Buji's flash of insight, using the Human Emperor Banner's secret fate‑channel art. It not only perfectly controls the Great Fire Cooking Oil technique, but can also reverse‑draw his own human destiny by exploiting the six human desires! Most marvelously, the pot contains its own space, capable of storing massive amounts of fate‑channel power.

Outside the cave, a deafening explosion roared, shaking the entire mountain.

"Old wretched beast!" the pursuing voice thundered, "If you don't come out now, I'll flatten this mountain!"

Yan Buji sneered, suspending the Swallow Desire Pot at his waist.

The six ancient characters on the pot's body flickered faintly; he felt surging fate‑channel power circulating within the pot. Unlike before, this power was as docile as a lamb, completely under his control.

He stepped out of the cave, the dazzling sunlight making him squint.

In mid‑air, three transcendent cultivators formed a "character" formation around him: one wielded a celestial sword, its blade entwined with earth‑colored destiny energy; another brandished a long whip, its arc like a dragon; the third watched coldly, clutching a bronze talisman.

"Old fool, this time see where you run!" the swordsman pointed at Yan Buji; his sword aura, though not yet released, already caused the surrounding vegetation to snap.

Yan Buji calmly patted the Swallow Desire Pot at his waist: "If your clan master and elders arrive here, I'll flee in panic; but you few, having chased me so long, why not… leave some toll?"

Having said that, he lightly flicked the pot's body with his fingertip, and the "Greed" character suddenly blazed with dazzling gold. The pot's spout automatically turned toward the Xuan Yuan clan master, generating a terrifying suction.

"Ah! My sword!" the man shrieked, his celestial Immortal Accumulation Artifact flew uncontrollably toward the pot's spout.

Even worse, he felt his cultivation slipping away rapidly, as if some essential essence was being ripped out.

Yan Buji thought to himself that the Swallow Desire Pot was domineering, indeed resonating with his mutated Dao Mark, likely causing the originally intended power to undergo some mutation.

Such a formidable ability naturally alerted the other two, who hurriedly pulled the man away, setting a seal that could not stop his magical power from dissipating, instantly realizing something!

The other cultivator quickly brandished a bronze ancient mirror: "Careful! He's extracting fate!"

Yan Buji sneered, though they reflected back, it was already too late.

Yan Buji invoked the Swallow Desire Pot, the "Anger" character lit up, and the mirror surface instantly cracked like a spiderweb. The nearby transcendent cultivator tried to intervene, but was bathed in the "Delusion" light, his eyes became hazy, and the Immortal Accumulation Artifact in his hand nearly fell.

Yan Buji felt the surging fate‑channel power swelling inside the pot, shouted loudly, "Thanks for the gifts!" He flashed, appearing a hundred zhang away: "Yan departs!"

"Damn it! Activate the formation!"

The Great Fire Cooking Oil technique emitted a huge warning sound, Yan Buji frowned, and again invoked the Swallow Desire Pot!

The six ancient characters on the Swallow Desire Pot blazed simultaneously, Yan Buji's silhouette gradually faded in the golden light, then he swiftly retreated, taking a step to unleash the Instant Movement Technique and escape.

When the three pursuers arrived, only a wisp of green smoke remained, and six large characters were laid out on the ground with stones:

Today's shame, tomorrow's revenge!

The three transcendent cultivators stared at the characters, their faces turning black instantly: "Damned old wretched beast!"

After Yan Buji fled, he began studying the Swallow Desire Pot.

The Swallow Desire Pot hovered before him, and he clearly saw a golden thread linking himself to somewhere in the Youming Jie…

"Human Emperor cultivation method and Martial Ancestor, the Human Emperor Banner and the fate‑channel treasures wielded by these Human Emperor families… what connection do they have with the Beheading Sword?" Yan Buji frowned.

The Swallow Desire Pot was re‑forged from Human Emperor Banner fragments and the Mountain River Cauldron, yet Yan Buji never expected to easily create a six‑turn Immortal Accumulation Artifact containing such power.

Even though he also dealt with fate‑channels, he was still a beginner; even with various reasons for some improvement, is it really that easy to forge a fate‑channel Immortal Accumulation Artifact?

"Or perhaps my martial destiny gave me a hand?"

Yan Buji thought of this, and recalled that ever since he went to Luohuang Zhou, his luck had been steadily improving; though it wasn't a bad thing, after touching the fate‑channel, Yan Buji realized one thing.

Luck is ethereal and illusory; it cannot be observed in an intuitive way. So‑called favor of fortune may also merely be a chip of fate?