Fake Spirit Bone

After adding the potion to the cauldron, Xia Bu returned to his senses.

"The Soul Force has already been mastered by my Curse, so there's no point in me fighting him anymore." He thought.

Jia Meng didn't kneel and explain to him the situation of his body. Instead, he only had a vague guess.

That was Jia Meng's ability to control others' thoughts.

Jia Meng stood in front of him, not wanting to reveal his true thoughts, but still showing a trace of admiration for the ancient prince.

Xia Bu knew that his Soul Force had been seen through by Jia Meng, and Jia Meng must have already guessed it.

Xia Bu's left and right hands were also unclear, so he could only choose to believe him, and comforted himself:

"Prince Han won't hurt me, I believe in Prince Han's judgment."

At this time, Jia Meng had already entered the prince's manor, and he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Just as he was about to rest, a ray of light suddenly passed through the sea of ​​consciousness, and Jia Meng's body trembled, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Damn it! I'm not dead yet, this is not good! I don't know where Prince Han is hiding now, but his aura is not clear. I am looking for him."

Jia Meng muttered to himself, and the light in his eyes flickered with wisdom, and his thoughts were like a clear stream, unfettered.

According to the original trajectory, the protagonist had already taken five steps.

And the protagonist's father, Prince Han, who was once as tall as Prince Han, was now like a commoner, completely degenerated.

A trace of great grief suddenly surged in Jia Meng's heart.

Instead of being proud to be able to follow Prince Han in the future, he was even more disgusted.

Jia Meng's eyes were extremely sharp and cold. He knew that this was the Soul Force that Prince Han had painstakingly cultivated, and he could not be underestimated.

He must be careful and meticulous, and only then can he get a little bit of benefit from the place where Prince Han has no chance.

Back then, when Prince Han was active in the world with the identity of Prince Han, Jia Meng's strength had not reached the current peak, even if he knew Prince Han's true identity in his heart, he could only hide it, like a wild beast in the night, only daring to feel.

And now, he had become Prince Han's subordinate, and his strength was growing day by day. The demonic aura in his heart was like a demon that had just woken up, and it was about to erupt.

"Prince Han must be looking for Prince Han's treasure, the 'Spirit Bone', isn't this his best treasure?"

Jia Meng sat by the window, his eyes deep, and he admired himself in his heart.

Prince Han's admiration for Jia Meng was very high. Based on his identity, he had painstakingly woven a large net of information. His power even extended to the highest level of the Spirit Bone world.

Those nets were his confidence, but now they had become the most powerful trump card in his hand.

"Using Prince Han's information network, not only can he lure him out, but he can also understand the secrets of the Spirit Bone world's high-level figures. It's a piece of cake."

Jia Meng felt that his thoughts were too bold.

As Jia Meng thought, the information in the net became clearer and clearer.

Finally, Jia Meng came to a conclusion: the success rate was eighty percent.

"As long as I can create a Spirit Bone that can deceive Prince Han, then the success rate will be increased by half."

After a year, Jia Meng put away his daily necessities and entered the secret room he built himself. He would spend the next period of time here, until he created the Spirit Bone.

The secret room was filled with various ancient books and divine tools.

He walked to a worn-out bookshelf, sat down, and began to flip through those dark books.

These books described various powerful curses and divine realms. He hoped to find something useful among them.

Three days later, he had a lot of gains.

Jia Meng finally found Prince Han's location.

Of course, he had already mastered a lot of curse knowledge and collected various curse books. In terms of curse and divine realm, he also had a certain talent.

However, he had no experience in creating curses, so he didn't know where to start.

But Jia Meng quickly adjusted his mentality.

"The most special thing about the Spirit Bone is that it can create a sealed space, and the time flow inside is completely different from the outside world."

Jia Meng muttered to himself, the sea of ​​consciousness was not calm.

He was sure that this was the key. He would not directly create the Spirit Bone, but create a curse that could simulate the effect of the Spirit Bone!

The Curse not only had to be able to create a sealed space, but also had to be able to modify the flow of time inside. Only then could it be considered a true collection of Spirit Bone effects.

"I believe that the curse that once occupied Prince Han and Prince Han had the ability to change the flow of time."

Jia Meng recalled what happened in the past, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

That curse was naturally the one that made people feel the flow of time, but Jia Meng believed that through his own modifications and adjustments, he could create a similar ability – accelerating the flow of time for the sealed person.

He immediately began to work, and the various ideas in his mind were written down and adjusted.

The light in the study shone on his focused face. Every moment of contemplation, every time he eliminated, was filled with his hope for success and his deep understanding of the curse.

"Creating the ability to seal space is not difficult, but it is not perfect to perfect the Spirit Bone. It is not a special curse or item."

Time flowed by while he was busy thinking and searching. It was just a moment's effort, and three months had passed.

In the dim corner of the room, Jia Meng stood quietly. His gaze was focused, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

The intricate details could be seen within the meticulously crafted puppets.

After three years of research, Jia Meng had successfully replicated the Spirit Bone, leaving only the final refinement.

Jia Meng was currently in a world of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy around him surged with chaotic power, its light shimmering as spiritual script appeared in the air.

"Spirit Bone, I will successfully forge you!"

Jia Meng gritted his teeth, his voice not loud but filled with determination.

He took a deep breath, and the surging spiritual energy instantly became obedient. His hands began to move rapidly, chanting incantations.

As if responding to his efforts, the spiritual energy around him grew stronger, forming a vast vortex.

Jia Meng's forehead was covered in sweat, his spiritual light shining brightly.

He knew that forging the Spirit Bone required extreme precision at every step. The current forging process was one of the most crucial stages.

"I must succeed!" Jia Meng roared, and the spiritual energy exploded in an instant.