"Life rarely went as one wished. Sure enough, nine times out of ten, things went awry!"
Leaving the Myriad Manifestations Hall, Fang Yuan couldn't help letting out a sigh.
The divine arts and secret techniques collected in the hall were as vast as a sea of smoke, but regrettably, it still didn't have what he wanted most.
"The Clone Technique was nowhere to be found—not even a hair of it... There were three time-related divine arts, but unfortunately... not only were they exorbitantly expensive to redeem, they also weren't suitable for inscribing onto the Mirage Dragon..."
"But I should still redeem these divine arts and keep them in reserve! I definitely can't pass up the spatial arts, either."
Fang Yuan made up his mind.
However, redeeming divine arts and secret techniques in the Myriad Manifestations Hall still required Contribution Value.
Such contributions naturally meant service to the barbarian tribes and the Sacred Mountain, earned by completing tasks one by one.
Of course, one could also offset the cost by handing over divine arts, Cultivation Techniques, magical artifacts, spiritual weapons, intelligence, and the like. But doing that once or twice was one thing. If he tried to get his hands on all the divine arts and Cultivation Techniques in the Myriad Gods Hall, the Sacred Mountain would inevitably grow suspicious.
"Taking them by force won't work, either. I can only rely on completing tasks."
A flame seemed to burn in Fang Yuan's eyes. "After all, there's an Immortal Old Ancestor on the Sacred Mountain. I can't be too reckless. At the very least, I need to wait until I'm more confident!"
Being "more confident" didn't necessarily mean he had to be strong enough to fight an immortal head-on. As long as he could leave an immortal powerless to do anything about