Matrix Feigong.
The legacy of the Mohists of old, a tool forged by rebels to overthrow the Eternal Heavenly Mandate, a trump card for rebellion painstakingly prepared through the scheming of countless Prepared Artisans.
Not only did it offer the convenience of crafting things barehanded, its Blessing Chain also included the formidable ability to unconditionally raise the rank of creations, the potential for mass-producing Masterworks, and even a Realm of Encirclement that could be grasped so long as there was even a one-in-ten-thousand chance!
And when paired with the techniques of countless Mohist legacies, along with theories and essences pointing straight toward the Sage Realm, it could be called the matrix among matrices, the T0 among T0s, the granddaddy of granddaddies.
If even the slightest whiff of it leaked out, it could make every artisan in the Present World weep with envy.
So tell me, could a matrix and legacy like this possibly have any flaws?
It did, brother. It did!
Though its merits were too numerous to count, it did have one tiny, insignificant flaw...
That was, it was "rather easy to die."
Never mind the Mohists' miserable plight centuries ago, the Empire's omnipresent suppression and no-holds-barred encirclement and suppression, or the death rate caused by the vast gap between friend and foe—even now, that death rate had not fallen by much.
For someone slightly more ordinary, it was not too bad. At worst, they would spend their entire life in prison, getting beaten down until they passed the matrix on to the next unlucky bastard. But if they were good material and fine jade, then the endless torment would begin.
Just figuring out how to obtain those many demanding Blessings was enough to screen out over ninety percent of artisans whose fates were not sturdy enough. Otherwise, there