Treasure Transformation Method

In the blink of an eye, the miasma that was already permeating the surroundings became even thicker, spreading out layer by layer like ink into water, turning the Great Void of space into a murky dark green.

Xue Min looked at Su Yao:

How does one perceive the subjective aspect?

Su Yao pondered for a moment and said, "This is the Geng Wood Divine Ability ' Miasma-Filling Haze,' which is most effective at bewitching the mind and disturbing Human Dao heart. According to the records in my temple's scriptures, the highest Higher Vehicle of this Divine Ability can make the spiritual energy within a radius of ten thousand miles turbid and all thoughts tainted. The Great True Person has cultivated this technique to an extremely profound degree."

Upon hearing this, Xue Min nodded slightly, but her expression grew even more solemn.

Before he finished speaking, the leftmost of the five orbs of light behind Mo Chen suddenly lit up, its deep green radiance surging out like a dark green Great Yang exploding.

The miasma was no longer spreading aimlessly, but instead began to shrink and condense wildly, centered on that Divine Ability ball of light.

Countless dark green light threads were drawn back from all directions, like thousands of venomous snakes returning to their nest, coiling layer upon layer around the ball of light.

The ball of light transformed from intangible to tangible, from vapor to matter.

A bead the size of a fist, as black as jade, slowly emerged from the center of the light, its surface constantly writhing with fine miasma patterns, like a living thing.

With each rotation of the bead, the surrounding spiritual energy decays a little more.

Even Su Yao six companions, who were standing at a great distance, felt a slight sinking in their Spirit Platform, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at the Divine Ability aura of their divine powers.

"Retreat."

Su Yao frowned slightly and gave a low shout. The six of them retreated a hundred miles in unison.

Li Chaoxue, Yang Nan, and Ni Polu all looked rather grim.

They did not cultivate the Mysterious Gate Xuanmen sect, and their mental defenses were far inferior to Su Yao's. They had only glanced at the bead from afar, yet fragmented illusions had already arisen in their Spirit Platform, and countless whispers seemed to be murmuring in their ears, making them feel disturbed and confused.

"Is this the Treasure Transformation and Gold Seeking Method?" Ni Polu took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

"Not bad." Su Yao nodded, his gaze never leaving Mo Chen. "The Great True Person is following the path of transforming treasures into gold. First, he condenses a Golden Nature, and then each of his five Divine Ability must be transformed into a treasure, using the Golden Nature as a guide to unify the five treasures before he can sense the Fruition Position to seek gold. He has only succeeded in one so far. Let's see how the rest go."

Xue Min snorted coldly and continued, "If the first challenge is already this imposing, the next four will only become more dangerous with each successive one. Mo Chen's impatience clearly indicates that he is determined to die."

Upon hearing Yang Xuanye remained silent, but his hand unconsciously tightened around the official seal he had just put away.

Deep within the Great Void, Mo Chen slowly reached out and held the dark green bead in his palm. He glanced down at it, a faint smile appearing on his lips, indistinguishable as to whether it was satisfaction or self-mockery.

The next moment, the emerald light between his eyebrows suddenly surged, and a dark green beam of light shot out from between his eyebrows, directly hitting the second ball of light.

The second Divine Ability began to be forged.

In stark contrast to the intense and domineering first beam, after the beam of light between Mo Chen's brows entered the second beam of light, the beam did not explode. Instead, it suddenly dimmed, like a candle flame about to go out.

The surrounding dark green miasma also subsided, no longer churning or expanding, but simply hovering quietly, as if the entire Great Void was waiting for something.

A moment later, a very faint fluorescence appeared from the depths of the light cluster.

The light was extremely faint, like the first firefly rising from the decaying grass on a summer night, swaying and fluttering in the boundless dark green, as if it could be extinguished by the wind at any moment.

Then, the second point, the third point, the fourth point...

In the blink of an eye, thousands of fireflies surged out from the ball of light, but instead of dissipating, they slowly swirled around Mo Chen, like a Heavenly River formed by tiny fragments of light.

Each firefly is born in the surrounding putrid miasma, feeding on death and taking decay as its root. The more corrupt the place, the brighter the firefly's light becomes.

Life comes from death.

Ni Polu stared intently, muttering, "Geng Wood isn't the tree of change, but... this is also Geng Wood?"

Su Yao remained silent upon hearing this, but his heart was in turmoil.

The temple's scriptures record this Divine Ability, but no written description has ever fully captured even a fraction of it. "Rotten Grass Firefly" uses the most rotten and impure air of Geng Wood to cultivate the purest light. Those who master this Divine Ability can ignite an inextinguishable firefly amidst thousands of miles of decay, guiding them home.

Each of Mo Chen's fireflies carries an extremely pure True Intention of life, yet retains the underlying nature of Geng Wood. Life and death are intertwined, yin and yang transform into each other; this single technique far surpasses the "Miasma-Filling Haze" from before.

Xue Min said coldly, "The Rotten Grass Firefly uses death energy to nourish life; this method is even more difficult than the previous one." He paused, his tone growing increasingly somber, "He's telling everyone that the Geng Wood Path is never just about decay."

Yang Xuanye remained silent, staring blankly at the fireflies, as if recalling some past event.

In the Great Void, Mo Chen was surrounded by thousands of fireflies, his Lü Yu flickering in the glow. He slowly raised his left hand, and the fireflies, as if summoned, gathered in his palm.

Thousands of fireflies squeezed, collided, and merged, and countless tiny points of light collapsed into a tiny core of light in his palm. That core of light continuously devoured the fireflies around it, and with each portion it devoured, it became brighter, until finally, it illuminated his entire body as a translucent emerald green.

When the light faded, a crystal the size of a fingernail lay quietly in his palm. It was a clear blue color, and countless fireflies seemed to swim within it, endlessly swirling.

The second treasure is complete.

Li Chaoxue looked at the crystal, her brows furrowing slightly.

The first method destroys the mind and spirit; the second method nourishes life through death.

What about the third one?

As he pondered, Mo Chen had already placed the two treasures, one on his left and one on his right, beside him. One was as dark green as an abyss, and the other as clear as a spring. As they reflected each other, miasma and fireflies danced together, revealing a breathtaking balance.

Mo Chen's brows shone brightly again, and a third dark green beam of light shot out, piercing straight into the third ball of light.

"Erecting Wood to Establish Trust," Xue Min suddenly spoke, "If he succeeds in this path, he will have established his own new path amidst this decay."

The third beam of light trembled violently.

Unlike the previous two, this ball of light neither expanded nor contracted, but trembled violently, as if something was struggling and surging inside, trying to break free.

Mo Chen's expression also became solemn. His ten fingers stopped flying around and instead slowly came together in front of his chest, as if holding a hand seal or performing a grand salute.

The emerald light between his brows no longer emitted beams of light, but instead flickered like breathing, creating a mysterious resonance with the tremors of the light cluster.

Su Yao stared intently, and saw fragmented scenes vaguely emerging from the depths of the light:

There are ancient trees reaching the sky, vast wilderness stretching to the horizon, crumbling cities, and the wailing of countless people. Countless scenes alternate between light and shadow like a revolving lantern, finally settling on a solitary wooden pole.

The wooden pole stood outside the city gate, no more than three zhang tall and no thicker than a hand's breadth, yet it remained motionless amidst the swirling sandstorm, like a pillar stabilizing the sea, suppressing the restlessness and chaos of the entire world.

"Erecting Wood to Establish Trust..."

Su Yao uttered these three words in a low voice.

Geng Wood was once the residence of the Dharma Ancestor. Before attaining the Legalist School Fruition Position, he lived in Geng Wood. Later, he entered the world to reform the Dharma, slaughtered the old nobles, and cleansed the corrupt.

This "Erecting Wood to Establish Trust" is a manifestation of His achievement in establishing trust and gaining the trust of the people.

Old laws are like rotten wood, and should be removed; new laws are like new wood, and should be established. But in the transition between the old and the new, the most difficult thing is not breaking down, but establishing. If one cannot gain the trust of Heaven and Earth, then even if a new tree is established, it is nothing more than a dead tree.

The wooden pole in the ball of light slowly rotated. With each rotation, the surrounding decaying aura receded in an orderly fashion, and the originally chaotic and disorderly Geng Wood miasma began to flow according to a very exquisite rhythm.

It is corrupt yet orderly, turbid yet systematic.