That mysterious voice gave no indication of its origins. It claimed this was a "Daoist heart formula" and told him to memorize it thoroughly and meditate upon its meaning.
Then, the other party's spiritual fluctuations flickered as it transmitted the Daoist scripture to him. Moxiuluo flicked his sleeves and sat cross-legged on the ground.
After skimming through it once, he was astonished to discover how wondrous this method was. It seemed to be a curse text in itself; so long as it was recited, it could produce a special empowering force.
"What a marvelous scripture. This should be a spell, and the blessings and incantations within it are all exceedingly strange—things I have never encountered before... This scripture is highly unusual. Anyone who has not cultivated to the Manifest Divinity realm, or a Manifest Divinity expert who has not comprehended the Truth Heavenly Heart stage, simply cannot see through the true nature of this incantation."
He continued studying it, spending a full seven days and seven nights before gradually grasping the secrets of this strange scripture.
This scripture was exceedingly difficult to read. It contained more than several thousand characters in total, and was so awkward to recite that it twisted the tongue. Every line of the spell consisted of four-character parallel phrases, yet the characters bore no connection to one another—their forms and meanings did not correspond, their tones formed no proper rhythm, and they were mixed with countless coded phrases.
Moxiuluo secretly reckoned that even a learned scholar would need several months to understand the most superficial hidden meanings within.
Naturally, for him, after seven days and seven nights, he had understood more than half of it—no, how could he merely have understood more than half? By now, he was gradually comprehending even some of its deeper information.