Just as Mu Bai was about to give up on this heap of miscellaneous objects, no longer inclined to keep reading Qing Mao's records of the birthdays and trifling affairs of his concubines and descendants, the contents of an ancient Jade Slip entered his Divine Sense.
"The Heavenly Son Nine-Demon Art?"
It turned out to be the latter half of the Heavenly Son Nine-Demon Art. Qing Mao had obtained this half while accompanying Zhou Deqi on an expedition. Since the art was exceedingly difficult to cultivate, neither had paid it much attention, and Zhou Deqi, hoping to win Qing Mao over, had not asked him to hand it over.
"So the third stage requires devouring a Heavenly Demon Core, then tempering the body with the waters of the Heavenly Pool to achieve the ultimate, peerless Demon Body! Once the Heavenly Demon Body is achieved, the entire body is no different from a top-tier demonic treasure!"
Never mind that the Heavenly Pool had long since been shattered into nothing during the Immortal-Origin War-even Heavenly Demons were nowhere to be found. How could anyone cultivate it?
Still, since he had obtained the first half and already cultivated it to the foundational stage, Mu Bai put the latter half away. On the path of cultivation, personal effort certainly mattered, but who did not work hard? Fortuitous opportunities were the key!
And opportunities had to be sought out and seized through one's own efforts!
A day and a night passed. As Mu Bai was immersed in carefully studying the latter half of the Heavenly Son Nine-Demon Art, brilliant light suddenly blazed outside the little house. Five-colored clouds formed a canopy in the sky, and a humming rang out as though ten thousand people were chanting blessings together.
At the sight of this phenomenon, Mu