In the eyes of ordinary cultivators unfamiliar with the arts of incense, this miscellaneous art was merely a cultivation-supporting technique, perhaps with the added means of poison incense at most. That was all.
Yet in truth, depending on the types and effects of the incense materials, when combined with specific refinement methods, the art of incense could give rise to all manner of spell forms.
It was simply that incense cultivators were exceedingly scarce on the present-day Changlan Continent. Scent-Seeking Pavilion alone accounted for more than eighty percent of them. Outsiders rarely encountered them, and naturally knew even less about them.
The remaining independent incense cultivators were scattered sparsely across the land. Their inheritances were incomplete, and the incense arts they cultivated were all concentrated on the branch of incense-making, making it difficult for them to achieve anything in other areas.
Only gifted cultivators like Shi Ying, who possessed a Variant Body of this path and had studied the complete art of incense at Scent-Seeking Pavilion since childhood, could fully unearth the potential of this mysterious craft.
Boom!
The violent explosion shook the stone caverns throughout this area.
The four spirit puppets fell at the blast. The technique's powerful impact pierced through their outer armor, and Shi Ying seized the chance to fling out another four flying needles, piercing them precisely into the spirit puppets' bodies.
A closer look would reveal that each flying needle had a silver thread as fine as a strand of hair tied to its tail. The ends of those threads were clutched in Shi Ying's hand.
"Turbid Incense!"
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...
With a low cry, clusters of purple-brown incense, each the size of a fingernail, traveled along the four threads and entered the spirit puppets' bodies.
These spirit puppets had no one controlling them. Every