Chen Mobai sat upright beneath the Dingding Jade Tree, feeling the vast Spiritual Sense surging endlessly from the Divine Seed.
The Ascension Cult Leader's Spiritual Sense was not only immense, it also contained the knowledge from his thousand years of cultivation.
But much of it was useless, invalid information to Chen Mobai.
He split his attention in two, refining it on one side while swiftly skimming through it on the other.
What interested him most among it was the Purple Firmament Dao Book.
This was a compilation of true-word Dao Patterns obtained by the sages of the Ancient Dao Lineage, who had entered Zixiao Palace again and again.
To the Immortal Sect, it was a wild scripture with neither head nor tail, disorderly and chaotic.
But after all, it came from Zixiao Palace. If one could comprehend it thoroughly, its value would be no lower than the Immortal Sect's Seven Heavenly Books.
However, in the Ascension Cult Leader's memories, there was actually only a portion of the Purple Firmament Dao Book, those parts he had already understood. The rest seemed to be like the Heavenly Books; even if they had been memorized, what Chen Mobai obtained through the God Devouring Technique was merely a jumble of ghost-drawn talismans without order or pattern.
Still, within the Ascension Cult Leader's knowledge, Chen Mobai found where the Purple Firmament Dao Book was stored.
At present, it was in Lin Daoming's hands.
Previously, it had been in the Ascension Cult Leader's hands. After all, to these giants of evil cults, nothing was safer than keeping something on their own person.
And after he defected to Lin Daoming, this Dao Book had been given away as a gift.
After Chen Mobai noted this point down, he began looking through the important parts of the knowledge