Yan Chihuo could not help but find this deeply strange. In Steward Quan's inherited memories, there were two kinds of light spheres: one gold, the other green. Both contained the Shura inheritance. The golden spheres could not be opened for the time being because one's cultivation was insufficient, while the green spheres could be opened and studied once one's cultivation had reached the required level.
When Yan Chihuo circulated the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations, every green light sphere touched by his mana had opened. Only this one green sphere remained perfectly intact. He had not noticed it at first, but now he sensed that something was wrong.
Yan Chihuo circulated the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations again, and his mana surged toward it once more. This time differed from the last. Previously, Yan Chihuo had targeted all the inherited memories, but now he was focusing all his strength on this single green light sphere.
He had thought this would certainly open the green light sphere. Who would have expected it to suddenly emit a faint glow? The moment the mana of the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations touched that light, it veered aside and swept past the green sphere.
Yan Chihuo's competitive spirit rose. He fully circulated the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations, slowly sending his mana toward the green light sphere. The sphere once again raised that faint glow. As soon as his mana made slight contact with it, Yan Chihuo immediately realized that his mana seemed to have struck a layer of cowhide soaked in oil—slick and greasy. More than half of it was deflected away.
But this time, Yan Chihuo was prepared. Though the green sphere's glow diverted most of his mana, a small portion still contended against it. After some time, Yan Chihuo discovered that his mana had quietly entered it. Knowing this