Holding the thick, black-bound book, Zhou Yunlong was rather bewildered by what he heard, his heart full of questions.
What could this book alone change?
He wondered inwardly, but dared not voice it, merely nodding in silence.
Although he had received no tangible assistance, those few words of encouragement had finally lifted his spirits a little. He no longer looked crushed beneath a mountain of pressure.
As long as he actually tried, there would always be a chance, wouldn't there?
"Study this book carefully and adapt to the Cultivation World as soon as possible."
"As long as you change your way of thinking, rebuilding the Sacred Fire Cult won't be difficult. The key is whether you can make up your minds."
"That's all. You may leave."
After these final remarks, Liu Yu waved a hand, signaling for him to withdraw.
The resources invested in Zhou Yunlong were enough to raise more than a dozen Foundation Establishment Death Soldiers. He could not keep pouring in more.
After all, Liu Yu had more than one option, and he was no gambler driven mad by his losses.
Even if this move failed, he could later find a few people with Spiritual Roots and teach them the Sacred Fire Cult's cultivation method, thereby fulfilling his original promise.
This attempt had been a fairly earnest one. He had even made a special trip for it, so his conscience was clear.
You should be satisfied now.
Alone in the hall, Liu Yu unfastened the Ruined Sword from his waist and gazed at the seemingly ordinary, even somewhat damaged longsword.
After its complete transformation into a Spirit Treasure, the sword had entirely lost its former fiery red color. Its whole body was now an exquisite gray.
If he held it and sensed it carefully, he could still