Joy welled in Fang Shu's heart. He gripped the formation flag tightly, rose to his feet, and paced back and forth through the cave dwelling.
With this magic artifact at his side, he might be able to run rampant beneath Foundation Establishment, gaining yet another trump card.
"Good treasure, good treasure!" he kept muttering.
But after his burst of joy subsided, he calmed down and stared at the formation flag in his hand with shifting eyes.
Though this thing was formidable, it was meant for those who practiced the Dao of formations.
After the banner flags had gone missing, its grade had risen, and its ability to lay formations had greatly increased. Its suppressive force was enough to freeze the flowing sand here with ease.
But beyond that, it possessed no direct means of killing.
In the hands of someone skilled in formations, such a thing could be called an excellent killing weapon. But in Fang Shu's hands, it was like casting a pearl before swine; he could only use it as an auxiliary tool.
As for the notion of running rampant beneath Foundation Establishment, that was pure fantasy.
One had to know that immortals possessed all manner of strange and varied methods. Even a mere Essence Refinement immortal could not be dealt with by suppressive force alone.
As his gaze shifted, Fang Shu thought to himself, Unless—I become a practitioner of the Dao of formations as well.
The moment this thought arose, ideas began bubbling up in his mind one after another.
Though he was skilled at refining gu, it was not as if he knew nothing of geomancy and formations.
More precisely, back when he had still been seeking the Dao in Guling Town, he had already gained a rudimentary grasp of artifact refining and formations while studying