A figure in blue robes appeared beside Gu Mo, watching what was practically an assembly line.
Where was this endless stream of black Qi coming from, and why was Fang Yi's presence growing stronger and stronger?
"What's going on?"
Though the grand elder had grown used to Fang Yi's surprises, this was too ridiculous. Why did it feel as though growing stronger was as easy as eating and drinking for this guy?
"I don't know. The young sect master seemed to enter the Great Desolation Tablet, and he's been like this ever since," Gu Mo said, equally in the dark.
Just then, Ying Xuanzi also appeared beside the grand elder. He had been studying the Supreme Dao Scripture Fang Yi had given him and had felt he was beginning to make headway.
Then the grand elder had suddenly sent him a voice transmission, telling him to stop studying because Fang Yi seemed to have done something incredible again.
At that moment, Fang Yi abruptly sprang to his feet and stared into the void around the Great Desolation Tablet. "I know you're still in there! Hurry up and get me some more!"
Ying Xuanzi and the grand elder exchanged a glance. What was going on now?
Then they saw the Great Desolation Tablet's Tablet Spirit appear and say something they did not quite understand.
"He seems to have noticed that he was losing power, so he withdrew."
"And he calls himself a Yimo King? Where's the cruelty they once showed when they devoured heaven and earth? He lost just a little power, and he gave up?"
Fang Yi was truly beside himself. He had thought he had found a perpetual motion machine. In this one session, he had achieved minor mastery in both the earth and wood paths and had filled more than half of his third origin.
He had even broken through to Five Yuan Nirvana, and he only needed to pass the lightning tribulation to become a Three-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master.
Such excellent nourishment, gone just like that?
"Uh, the power he lost in that short time was comparable to what he used to lose over several decades..."
The Tablet Spirit did not know what to say. It was the first time it had seen that supremely evil being
actually become afraid of Fang Yi.
He had even said that this guy was more evil than his own kind, devouring everything in sight.
He said that the Tablet Spirit would surely regret nurturing this guy, and that when the time came, Fang Yi might very well devour it too.
After saying that, he obediently withdrew the power eroding it.
He probably would not dare come out again for a long time.
The Tablet Spirit also found it absurd. The Yimo's erosion of everything in this world was irreversible and utterly overbearing.
Yet the Yimo had run into a freak like Fang Yi. Never mind that his physique suppressed them; he even fed on Yimo?
"All right, then."
Fang Yi looked at the eight Yimo Pills in his hand. He had swallowed five, and of these eight, he would give one to Ying Xuanzi to try first.
If it really worked, it would be best to hurry and nurture the old man to the Reincarnation Stage. Only then would the Dao Sect truly have the strength to suppress the Eastern Xuan Region.
"By the way, now that I've recovered a little of my power, should I leave you a few Desolation Pearls for protection?"
"There's no need for that, but there's something I'd like to discuss with you. Could you let more people master the Great Desolation Scripture?"
Fang Yi spoke up. Now that the Great Desolation Tablet had recovered somewhat, it might as well let a few people comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture.
It was a heavenly martial art, after all, and it should be the strongest of the Four Great Mysterious Scriptures.
"Mm, I could, but the Great Desolation Scripture might require some talent too. At the very least, among the people in the sect in front of me, there should only be a handful capable of comprehending it at present. It would be best if they had mastered Desolation Force within their bodies."
The Tablet Spirit thought it over. It had created the martial art itself and had taught it to others before, many of whom did not possess Ancestral Talismans.
It was just that every time it taught the scripture, it consumed some of its power, and its foremost duty was to suppress the Yimo King.
So afterward, unless someone possessed a divine object of heaven and earth like an Ancestral Talisman, it would not teach them lightly.
But that was then, and this was now.
If anyone else had said this, it surely would not have bothered to respond. But it was Fang Yi who had asked, and it was thanks to him that it had power to spare.
"Two more, then," the Tablet Spirit said.
"How about three?"
Fang Yi haggled. There were Ying Xiaoxiao, Ying Huanhuan, and Gu Mo. Old Man Ying could concentrate on comprehending the Supreme Dao Scripture.
And Martial Uncle Mo's talent should be no less than Senior Brother Zhou Tong's. That sounded a little strange.
Gu Mo also addressed Zhou Tong as senior brother. And in terms of seniority within the Dao Sect, Fang Yi was Gu Mo's junior, but given Ying Xuanzi's status, he counted as Gu Mo's junior brother.
That was what came of the old man living too long.
Back to the point: Gu Mo's talent was certainly no weaker than Zhou Tong's; he simply had not enjoyed the same opportunities. Back then, even Zhou Tong had not dared to choose the Desolation Demon Eye, choosing the Great Desolation Body instead.
Gu Mo had chosen it. Though he had gone blind, he had found another path and made it work with Mental Energy. That showed just how formidable he was.
If he now mastered the Great Desolation Scripture as well, it was not impossible that he might enter the Samsara Stage.
The Tablet Spirit fell silent for a moment. "All right."
After all, Fang Yi was the one asking. If Zhou Tong had once been a possibility, Fang Yi had been a hope not long ago.
And now, to the Great Desolation Tablet, Fang Yi was a comrade-in-arms.
"Once you've chosen the people, bring them to me. If any of them aren't suited to mastering it, I'll tell you."
"Understood."
With that, the Tablet Spirit vanished, though its figure seemed much more at ease.
A moment later.
Listening to Fang Yi, Ying Xuanzi was dumbfounded again. "What do you mean, you've reached an agreement with the Great Desolation Tablet to let three people comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture?"
"Anyway, that's how it is. I'm planning to give the places to Xiaoxiao, Huanhuan, and Martial Uncle Mo."
"Explain yourself first."
"It's a long story!"
"Then make it short..."
"I just said it was a long story. If I could make it short, why would I have said that?"
Fang Yi was speechless.
Ying Xuanzi thought for a moment and waved his sleeve. He and Fang Yi vanished together.
In front of the bamboo house, Ying Huanhuan sat cross-legged, grimacing. She could not help saying, "Was this Origin Pearl really refined by a person?"
"Elder sister said that if I couldn't bear it, I could find Fang Yi and get a drop of his blood."
After breaking through to the Nirvana Realm, Ying Huanhuan had begun cultivating the Second Origin Art. After all, she was the one who had brought the battlefield killing Qi to Ying Xiaoxiao back then.
At first, she had wondered why they had not given it all to Fang Yi if it was only for his cultivation.
It turned out that Father had long since deduced the Second Origin Art so they could cultivate it too, so she had pestered Ying Xiaoxiao into teaching her.
Ying Xiaoxiao had also prepared some medicinal herbs for her, but the reaction had taken Ying Huanhuan somewhat by surprise.
As she cultivated, she found that she needed far too much battlefield killing Qi, which meant the herbs she had been given were not enough.
Now her head felt swollen, and the cries of battle kept ringing in her ears, driving her mad.
"But how am I supposed to find that guy now?" Ying Huanhuan got to her feet. She would go get some more medicinal herbs to counteract it instead. Just then,
a familiar figure appeared. Ying Huanhuan's eyes curved in delight. Sure enough, their hearts were in tune.
"Fang Yi, Fang Yi, come here, quick! I need a drop of your blood!"
As Ying Huanhuan spoke, her graceful figure rushed toward Fang Yi, going straight past another figure, who immediately looked a little embarrassed.