Copycat Cultivator Su Ye

"It seems this place was visited long ago. That's to be expected, though; since maps were circulated and marked as 'no danger,' it's clear this area was explored ages ago."

Su Ye looked at the empty Scripture Pavilion before him, feeling a touch of disappointment. It wasn't overwhelming, however; runes flickered within his eyes as he scanned his surroundings.

Although the Scripture Pavilion was bare, this Sword Sect must have been a powerful orthodoxy in its time. Perhaps they had left behind something unique, much like the Sword Unsheathing Stone.

"Damn it! They didn't leave a single thing behind! Which bastard did this? How utterly heartless—why didn't they just haul the entire Scripture Pavilion away?"

Big Gold Dog cursed in anger. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck: if the broken stone before the mountain gate was a supreme treasure, then wouldn't this Scripture Pavilion, which housed the scriptures, be a supreme treasure in its own right?

"I arrived at this Scripture Pavilion first."

Big Gold Dog looked at Su Ye, asserting its claim, though its eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness.

Su Ye glanced at Big Gold Dog, his eyes filled with disdain. "The Scripture Pavilion is the most vital location. When it was first constructed, it would have been connected to the earth veins and inscribed with powerful formations. Do you think you could just take it?"

While there were many things he didn't know, that didn't mean he was ignorant of everything. After all, though the Wind Clan was small, it was still a tribe that shook its region, and it possessed a complete array of architectural knowledge.

"I..."

Upon hearing this, Big Gold Dog's face fell. It truly couldn't take it; once the earth veins were disturbed and those inscribed formations were activated, given its current strength, it would be roasted into a cooked dog in an instant.

Besides, if it were that easy to take, it would have been snatched by the very first person to arrive, rather than wasting time emptying the contents inside.

Su Ye did not continue his investigation but sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to perceive everything in the vicinity.

The Heavenly Eye did not necessarily require one to open their physical eyes to be used; at least, his Samsara Eye did not.

Radiance permeated his entire body. Within that glow, lines of Dao Patterns emerged, spreading outward and merging into the void.

Big Gold Dog hurriedly moved away from Su Ye. Though it didn't know what the other was doing, it didn't want to be caught up in it. Looking at the empty Scripture Pavilion, it felt a surge of indignation, turned around, and left to explore elsewhere.

The Boundary Realm was different from the outside world.

Because the Boundary Realm was isolated by formations, it lacked the chaotic aura found in the Mist Mountains, so it was possible that some spirit herbs might grow here.

Su Ye merged the power of his Heavenly Eye into the surrounding void, sensing the Dao rhymes lingering there. Although these Dao rhymes were faint—and even if he sensed them, he could not reconstruct those scriptures—he persisted nonetheless.

The patterns spread throughout the entire Scripture Pavilion, shining brilliantly. They enveloped the building, devouring the residual Dao rhymes and imprinting the formation patterns inscribed upon the structure.

Not bad.

Su Ye was not trying to comprehend those Dao rhymes; he was imprinting them.

Countless years had passed, and while many other buildings had collapsed and decayed, this Scripture Pavilion still stood tall. It was certainly no ordinary object.

Su Ye could take the Sword Unsheathing Stone directly, but he dared not move the Scripture Pavilion. However, since he had encountered such a treasure, he naturally couldn't just ignore it.

Furthermore, the further awakening of the Samsara Eye had allowed Su Ye to unlock a minor skill: Imprinting. It allowed him to imprint Dao rhymes and manifest them once more.

Simply put, it was replication—replicating precious techniques and divine abilities, replicating anything that contained Dao rhymes, and then releasing them through the Samsara Eye.

Hum.

The light retracted, and finally, a pagoda-shaped phantom emerged around Su Ye's body, enveloping him entirely.

Su Ye opened his eyes and lifted his hands. The pagoda-shaped phantom rapidly shrank and landed in his palm. Looking at the exquisite little pagoda, which seemed to be polished from jade, a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

Although this little pagoda was not a powerful divine ability or technique, it proved that he could replicate existences containing Dao rhymes, imprinting their power and even summoning it.

This Scripture Pavilion was nothing much, but if he could imprint or summon the Divine Temple within the Totem Pillar, he would have nothing to fear, even from Marquis Level powerhouses.

However, for now, Su Ye could only imprint; he could not yet summon.

Generally, summoning required the power of faith. He had not mastered that force, and while he could become a believer to gain the qualification to summon, he would never bow down to that Divine Temple.

Impossible.

Now, whether it was the Divine Temple or the Totem Pillar, they were his possessions. He could never bring himself to worship his own belongings.

Moreover, that was the conventional method. For Su Ye, who possessed the Samsara Eye, he was naturally no ordinary person. Thus, he did not need the power of faith to force a summoning.

However, it required a massive expenditure of mental energy. While his mental energy was powerful, it was only relative to those of his own realm; he was still far from the threshold required to summon the Divine Temple. One had to realize that the Divine Temple was no ordinary existence, and the mental energy required to summon it would be astronomical.

After contemplating the replication of precious techniques for a while, Su Ye stood up and left. The place was empty and not worth wasting any more of his time.

With only about half a year left until the Heaven Mending Pavilion's enrollment, he could not afford to squander too much time here. It would be a disaster if he missed the assessment.

Su Ye walked through the dilapidated Sword Sect. Although he did not know how glorious this sect had been in its prime, he could tell from the collapsed, magnificent structures that it must have been extremely grand once.

Yet, such a glorious Sword Sect had ultimately turned into ruins.

"Dead dog, what are you doing?"

Su Ye looked at Big Gold Dog, who was digging a hole in the distance, and walked straight over. The dog had clearly found something good; otherwise, it wouldn't be digging there.

Sensing Su Ye approaching, Big Gold Dog moved even faster. Runes permeated its body, and its claws transformed into sharp divine weapons, digging incessantly. Soon, rosy light radiated from the spot. Big Gold Dog swallowed it directly, then turned around, looking innocent. "Nothing much."

It hadn't fully refined the object yet, and as it opened its mouth, rosy light gushed out. This was no ordinary light; it contained an extremely dense life force.

Runes flickered in Su Ye's eyes as he looked at the light in the dog's mouth. Seeing a small root, he guessed what it was and laughed. "It's just a Half-Saint Herb. Do you really think I'd rob you?"

He possessed even divine herbs, so why would he care about a mere Half-Saint Herb?

However, this dog's nose was truly sharp to have discovered such a treasure; it was just a pity that it had been tainted by the beast. He couldn't bring himself to pry open its jaws and snatch it away.

Seeing that Su Ye truly had no intention of taking the Half-Saint Herb, the Big Gold Dog let out a sigh of relief. It scurried to the side and hurriedly began to refine the herb, its entire body glowing with brilliant radiance, making its already soft and sleek fur appear even more crystalline.

Although it was only a small root segment of a Half-Saint Herb, such herbs existed on a level far above ordinary spiritual herbs; even a tiny remaining rootlet was comparable to two or three spiritual herbs.

In the outside world, let alone two or three, even a single spiritual herb would incite powerful ferocious beasts to fight over it, and even a Beast King would be unable to resist the urge to seize it.