Those Who Aren't on the Same Path Won't Join the Same Sect... Fellow Daoist, You're Way Too Criminal

Despite Fang Mo having practically raised every flag imaginable.

Things went unexpectedly smoothly with the refinement of the Dead Sea Mosquito Book, rather than ending in the disaster he had anticipated.

Even Fang Mo himself could not help being somewhat surprised. He had originally attached his consciousness to the Pocket Watch of Time Stream, intending to immediately stop time if anything went wrong and then use reversal to salvage the situation.

Yet this deliberately maxed-out margin for error had not come in handy at all.

He had refined the Dead Sea Mosquito Book in one go.

This left not only Fang Mo dumbfounded, but even Daoist Baihe wore an expression as though he had seen a ghost, muttering quietly to himself at the side, "...Could he really be a once-in-ten-thousand-years artifact-refining genius?"

But when one thought about it carefully, this was actually quite reasonable.

As mentioned before, artifact refinement was merely complicated in principle.

If one had to use an analogy, Artifact Cultivators were like the embodiments of individual nations, while artifact refinement was no different from shipbuilding... materials were the hull, spiritual energy was the power source, and formations were the overall structure.

Poor materials were equivalent to building an entire ship out of nothing but wood.

If the formations were equally poor, then it was like the ship's structure was also extremely primitive—something akin to a tiny skiff without even sails or a mast.

Such a little wooden boat could obviously only be rowed along slowly with oars. It would probably struggle even to sail out to sea, and one big wave would capsize it. Its overall ceiling would be incredibly low, its Unbreaking would be terrible, and before long the bottom of the boat might even rot away. Any magical artifact refined this way would surely be