The deeper Zhou Feng read, the more his head throbbed.
The fragmentary scroll only stated that the Memory Gu was the foundational prerequisite for cultivating the Wisdom Gu, while glossing over every truly fatal core difficulty.
There were countless refinement methods across different factions. Every path seemed passable, yet each was blocked by a deadly obstacle.
First and foremost was the plundering and storage of memories.
The Memory Gu required an enormous mass of memory fragments to be piled together into form. Yet the memories of living people were bound to their souls. Forcibly stripping, plundering, or extracting them could, with the slightest misstep, lead to soul damage and backlash from obsessive thoughts.
Second, and even harder to control, was memory disorder.
Myriad chaotic memories poured into the Gu body—good and evil, right and wrong, illusion and reality interwoven and tangled together. If they could not be sorted, organized, categorized, and sealed away, the Memory Gu would collapse on its own before it ever reached the stage of nourishing the Wisdom Gu.
Storage, stripping, stabilizing order, preventing disorder.
The four great hurdles weighed a thousand catties with every word.
Yet the top-secret information he had spent a full hundred contribution points to obtain offered only broad descriptions. It did not mention even the most basic avoidance measures, balancing methods, or refinement restrictions.
A single prerequisite Memory Gu already concealed so many unpredictable, life-or-death dangers.
The peril and complexity of truly refining the Wisdom Gu were even more unimaginable.
Zhou Feng lightly rubbed the yellowed pages between his fingers, unable to stop himself from muttering inwardly.
Just how had True Person Jiukong defied the heavens and forcibly refined the Wisdom Gu into existence?
This could no longer be explained by talent and foundation alone. It was simply inconceivable, as though he