At once, Old Desolate told Xu Yi how to cultivate the Māyā Seal.
The Buddhist Dao Fruit Xu Yi had refined remained crystal clear to this day. As he circulated the Māyā Seal, the life wheel of his demon body lit up, and pure Buddhist power gushed forth. In an instant, a radiant seal formed in his palm.
Old Desolate gaped. "This is freaking miraculous! Jin Xiu cultivated the Māyā Seal for decades before achieving even a little success. The greatest difficulty in cultivating this divine ability lies in how well the Dao Fruit and the ability harmonize..."
He suddenly stopped, then exclaimed excitedly, "I get it! It's still the Dao Fruit. The Golden-grade Dao Fruit you refined is the highest grade, and the Buddhist affinity refined within it is incredibly pure. No wonder when you cultivate the Māyā Seal, the spiritual power released as your life wheel circulates the Divine Diagram flows so smoothly."
Xu Yi paid no heed to Old Desolate's excited muttering. He slowly activated the Māyā Seal and practiced it again and again, because he had discovered its greatest wonder.
Whenever he formed the Buddhist seal, an inexplicable force would flash through his spiritual platform and strike his two life wheels, directly triggering his divine ability and causing violent fluctuations. Xu Yi remembered what Old Desolate had said: this process had to be the divine ability tempering the Divine Diagram.
Now that he had found his way in, there was no reason to slack off. He became a stubborn old blacksmith, swinging his hammer and quenching again and again. Whenever the Divine Diagram stopped turning, he refined Profound Yellow Essence to set it spinning anew. He himself neither slept nor rested, and never grew tired.
Time slipped by. Before he knew it, nearly two months had