Canglan Zi sat quietly in the main hall, holding his breath and focusing his mind. From countless voices, he carefully sought out the question he needed—the art of transformation.
"Profound technique eight-nine, crossing the Dharma to return to truth..."
This was Fu Henghua's understanding of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique!
Though Canglan Zi had attained the Dao a thousand years ago and had helped everyone compile the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique, he had never grown arrogant because of it, believing his Dao Arts unmatched beneath heaven. His greatest virtue was his ability to continually accept and learn from others.
Just as he listened intently to Fu Henghua's version of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique, a childish voice suddenly rang beside his ears.
"If I remove a section of my own meridians and use artifact-refining methods to replace it with an artificial meridian, accelerating my cultivation..."
The scene before his eyes abruptly changed. Canglan Zi saw himself seated before a tea table, surrounded by simply erected screens that separated the interior from the outside.
An eight-year-old boy sat before him, as though speaking directly to him.
"After replacing one meridian, I am still myself."
"Then, if I cut off an entire arm and replace it with an 'artifact arm,' I am still myself."
"But what if I replace all four limbs and all five viscera with artifacts? Every part would be an artifact of wondrous function. This 'Supreme Treasure Body' could possess all thirty-six Tiangang Divine Powers."
Canglan Zi's heart stirred.
Fu Henghua's notion was highly feasible. If one forged thirty-six artifacts through the thirty-six Heavenly Dipper Dao Arts, then fused them with the human body through blood refinement to cultivate a Supreme Treasure Body—it could grant a person defenses on the level of an immortal artifact.
But immediately afterward, Fu Henghua raised a