Bai Wuyan was quite experienced at repairing a Primordial Spirit. After all, Xiang Yuan had repaired hers many times—every time like sweeping through a supermarket, never once holding back. After watching pigs run so many times, even someone without experience would have gained some.
Her Primordial Spirit surged into Xiang Yuan's sea of consciousness, where she saw a phantom with a vertical crack between its brows. She coiled around it, their spirits melding together, and quickly noticed something was wrong.
There was indeed no trace of that cheap wench. Clean as a whistle—he had not secretly gone out to further his studies behind her back.
But the immense and inexplicable laws of heaven and earth still gave Palace Mistress Bai a small shock.
I know opportunities trip you up even when you walk, but aren't you a little too good at picking them up?!
And this wasn't even the laws of heaven and earth!
Suppressing her alarm, Bai Wuyan sampled and copied a small portion. It truly was the origin of the Heavenly Dao's laws, a supreme treasure that ordinary cultivators could not glimpse even in an entire lifetime.
In the present Dry Abyss Realm, the laws of the Heavenly Dao did not exist. Even if one traced Sword Venerable Su Ran's small-world method back to its source, it could not cultivate such things. With Queen Mother of the West's memories, Palace Mistress Bai was utterly certain she had not misjudged it.
The question was: copy it or not?
Bai Wuyan instinctively believed this was a scheme. Setting aside the possibility that it was not, it was like that previous ninth-grade Immaculate White Lotus—it had plotted against Xiang Yuan, and dragged her into the plot as well.
If she copied it, she would fall into the scheme, sink and drift