The seven Heavenly Mang God Swords spun gently. Moyuan hurried forward, gathered them into his hands, and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Senior Aunt, for granting me this treasure."
Nüwa nodded slightly. What she had done could hardly be called a far-reaching scheme; she simply wanted to have a little fun.
The Three Pure Ones prided themselves on being Pangu's orthodox lineage, of exalted status.
Yet this young descendant of Pangu's direct lineage had no affinity with them. Instead, he cultivated and grew under the Literary Sect.
If the various teachings clashed in the future, and Pangu's descendant were to face the Three Pure Ones' disciples...
At that thought, Nüwa especially looked forward to the expression on Yuanshi's face.
First the Ancestor Wizards, then Moyuan—were Pangu's direct descendants all destined to turn against their own brothers?
Since that was the case, what harm was there in giving Moyuan a handy little toy in advance?
As for those seven Heavenly Mang God Swords, the best way for Moyuan to use them was not to form a formation, but to merge all seven into one.
By refining treasures of the same origin, the seven short blades could be fused into one and transformed into a stronger Spirit Treasure.
Innate Spiritual Treasures were nurtured by Heaven and Earth and came with their own laws. Even Saints could not casually alter them or create them from nothing.
Yet there were always exceptions to everything.
The Qiankun Cauldron in Bei Ming's possession could return the Acquired to the Primordial. When used to refine treasures, it was practically equivalent to creating Innate Spiritual Treasures.
For him, merging the seven Heavenly Mang God Swords into one was no difficult task.
It was even far easier than forging an entirely new innate Spiritual Treasure from scratch.
Nüwa's guidance for