Fang Shu gazed at the radiant object floating before him, his eyes momentarily unfocused.
"What is this?" he murmured.
The thatched hut was silent. No one answered him.
Coming to his senses, he did not rashly summon the radiant, elixir-shaped object to himself and draw it into his body. Instead, he first released his gu insects and sent them toward it.
Only after examining it closely and finding that it seemed both illusory and tangible, with no consciousness of its own, did he feel reassured enough to extend his spiritual sense toward it.
Soon, a mysterious sensation arose within him, and characters appeared one by one in his mind. They were precisely the five thousand characters of Mystic Script that had just floated around him.
For a moment, the astonishment on Fang Shu's face deepened.
He looked around at the five bronze coffins. He had never expected that this world truly possessed another means of directly imparting Mystic Script.
According to the object before him, which resembled an elixir yet was not one, Fang Shu needed only to open his spiritual seat to draw it into his body.
Moreover, because its creation was intimately connected to his true qi, once it entered him, the five thousand inscriptions would brand themselves into his mind, allowing him to memorize this Elixir Code immediately.
When he digested this Elixir Code later, he would also achieve twice the result with half the effort. So long as he devoted time and energy to it, he would certainly comprehend it.
For an immortal cultivator, this was a tremendous boon.
After all, no matter how complete and detailed a method concerning Golden Core formation was, or how clearly its steps were laid out, learning it did not necessarily mean understanding it, and understanding it did not necessarily