Inside a side hall of the Pure Profound Dao Palace, large urns stood around Changsun Tingzhi, each sealed with a talisman paper. Every urn contained a spiritual creature.
In his view, these spiritual creatures were not necessarily useless. It was only that he could not yet make full use of them, which he believed was because his cultivation was still lacking.
If he could perfect his own Dao methods, handling these creatures would become much easier.
Take Lin Tingzhi, for instance. No matter how skilled he had once been at forging magical artifacts, he still had to refine them one by one. But once his fundamental Dao method emerged, even with the very same artifact, he could casually transform its inner and outer aspects, or even reverse an enemy's artifact. Compared to before, the difference was like heaven and earth.
He said to the divine attendant, "Go invite Zhu Tingzhi and Deng Tingzhi here."
Before long, both Tingzhi arrived. After exchanging formalities, Changsun Tingzhi said, "Please have a look, the two of you."
As he spoke, he took out two circular rings. They looked like bracelets, but were exceedingly slender, almost like living creatures. They resembled coils of snake bodies, yet no head or tail could be seen.
Deng Tingzhi took one. With a thought, it suddenly shrank and wrapped around his thumb, looking like a thumb ring. Zhu Tingzhi's, meanwhile, transformed into a round bead. As the two sent their thoughts into them, they felt the objects tremble faintly, and each received what the other had transmitted.
Deng Tingzhi said, "Changsun Tingzhi, have you already fashioned a physical object?"
Changsun Tingzhi said, "It has only barely taken shape. This object is fragile and requires protection by magical power, but the magical power cannot be too strong, or it will