"I only have a single breath’s ti, in that ti, I can only engrave as many arrays as possible: the One Stage Qiankun Ruyi Formation, the Five-Stageed Tenacity Formation, the Eight Stage Gale Formation, the Four-Stageed Sharp Gold Formation, that’s it."
Looking at the small sword in his hand shimring with Spirit Light, Ye Zhen had a hint of regret in his eyes. Mystical Liquid Gold is indeed an excellent treasure. The formations Ye Zhen engraved in a short ti, if placed on general Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, would probably be only at Low Grade Soul Artifact level.
However, this Mystical Liquid Gold, with its inherent Sharp Gold Qi and Evil Qi, unexpectedly pushed its aura forcefully to the extent of a Low Grade Suppressing Device.
"Zi Ling, I’ve done my part. Now, it’s up to you," Ye Zhen said.
At this point, instead of rushing, Zi Ling pondered for a mont and said, "You should refine it first, imprint your Divine Soul onto it, and then take it into your Spirit Palace. That way, when I rge with it, the process will be smoother and the loss lessened."
"Will there be losses when you rge?" Ye Zhen asked.
"Of course. It’s like your Martial Artists performing a Body Possession Technique; even though there’s no Primordial Spirit in this piece of Mystical Liquid Gold, to it, I am still an outsider.
After my Primordial Spirit rges, I need to thoroughly integrate my aura with its, only then can I completely control it," Zi Ling explained.
"How long will it take?" Ye Zhen asked.
"Since it doesn’t possess any Spirit Wisdom, I can rge about sixty percent within an hour, eighty percent within three days, over ninety percent within a month, and ninety-nine percent within three months.
But to completely rge, it takes a process of accumulation over ti, at least three to five years, or even more than ten years, after all, it’s not my original form," Zi Ling sighed.
After finishing, Zi Ling added, "Fortunately, for us Artifact Spirits, changing to a new body, as long as the Five Attribute don’t conflict, it will eventually completely rge, unlike your Martial Artists, who, once possessed and reborn, can never fully rge with the new body."
"Let’s begin."
This Mystical Liquid Gold was crafted by Ye Zhen himself. He understood it as well as he understood his own body, so refining it into his Spirit Palace took less than 15 minutes.
Fifteen minutes later, a small sword tinged with gold and red floated inside Ye Zhen’s Spirit Palace, almost simultaneously, Ye Zhen’s first Sword Spirit Pillar trembled fiercely, and a mass of purple Spirit Light exuding astonishing Sword Intent also appeared inside Ye Zhen’s Spirit Palace.
As soon as it appeared, it lunged at the small sword tinged with gold and red.
At the mont Zi Ling rged in, the small sword tinged with gold and red trembled sharply, letting out a mournful sword cry as if in sadness.
"This Mystical Liquid Gold already began to contain Spirit Wisdom internally, but it’s just a little dim, so it doesn’t affect my rging," Zi Ling’s voice rang out.
Almost as soon as Zi Ling finished speaking, the aura of the small sword tinged with gold and red within Ye Zhen’s Spirit Palace began to soar rapidly.
Its aura, from the Low Grade Suppressing Device, started to rise fiercely.
The aura of a Mid-grade Town Artifact, the aura of a High Grade Suppressing Device, the aura of a Supre Suppression Artifact, within just an hour, unexpectedly broke through and emitted the aura of a Low Grade Postnatal Spirit Treasure.
Moreover, this was not the end; its aura continued to rise, and as the aura rose, the original golden-red Sword Light suddenly added a hint of purple, gradually turning into a golden-purple hue.
Though it continued to rise after reaching the Low Grade Postnatal Spirit Treasure level, it ultimately made no further breakthroughs.
Half a quarter-hour later, the flickering purple-gold radiance suddenly stabilized, and the awe-inspiring Sword Intent and Evil Qi it emitted simultaneously retracted.
"rged sixty-five percent, better than I expected," the sound of air being sliced apart echoed, as the purple-gold small sword suddenly shot out from Ye Zhen’s Spirit Palace and appeared in front of Ye Zhen.
With a flash of light, the purple-gold small sword transford into a bright-eyed and white-toothed, valiant and imposing purple-clad maiden.
This purple-clad maiden, transford by Zi Ling, though her aura was obscure, just a glance was enough to make even Ye Zhen’s eyes ache.
This was related to her overwhelming Sword Intent.
She, being the embodint of Sword Intent and Sword Dao, couldn’t entirely conceal it despite her efforts to restrain it.
Seeing Ye Zhen’s diverted gaze, Zi Ling, just granted freedom, furrowed her brow, realizing sothing.
"Like this, it’s not convenient to traverse among people," suddenly, Zi Ling looked at Ye Zhen, "Ye, don’t you have Origin Mirage Qi from the Ancient Mirage Dragon, give a bit; with your Origin Mirage Qi aiding , I won’t need to use my true form to transform into a human, and wouldn’t have the current scenario."
"Origin Mirage Qi from the Ancient Mirage Dragon, how do you know that?" Ye Zhen was a bit surprised; he had never ntioned this to Zi Ling.
"That Ugly Snake of yours, with its big mouth, I couldn’t not know, when it was shouting in your Spirit Palace, how could I not know?" Zi Ling said.
As Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou, lounging languidly in Ye Zhen’s embrace, suddenly jumped out, stood on Ye Zhen’s shoulders, arms crossed, and shouted at Zi Ling, "Want Origin Mirage Qi? No problem. But from now on, I’m your boss, and you are my maid..."
As soon as the word ’maid’ slipped out, Zi Ling’s almond-shaped eyes widened, and she glared, as a Purple Sword Light sliced past Ye Zhen’s shoulder.
"Heh, you can’t harm ...."
The next mont, the still-smug Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou scread in shock, "I’m an Innate Primordial Spirit, how... how can you possibly harm ?"
Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou, her body sliced in half by a single sword, was about to cry from anxiety, yet another one to tornt him.
Moreover, with this sword, it would take no less than ten days to half a month to rejoin the bisected body.
"So what if you’re an Innate Primordial Spirit? This lady is too!" Zi Ling coldly stared at Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou, "Not only am I an Innate Primordial Spirit, but I’ve also cultivated a Divine Power Sword Technique specialized in slaying Primordial Spirits. Want to try?"
Without waiting for Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou’s response, a mysterious and cunning Sword Light swung silently toward him.
In the next instant, Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou let out a pig-like wail, flying straight into Ye Zhen’s embrace.
"Lord Ye, save , save ! It... it can really kill ..."
With Ye Zhen’s gaze shifting, that mysterious and cunning Sword Light suddenly vanished into thin air. At the sa mont, Zi Ling reached out and picked up the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou, who hadn’t yet burrowed into Ye Zhen’s embrace.
"Ugly Snake, now do you know who I am?" Zi Ling asked.
"Boss, you’re the boss from now on..." At Zi Ling’s further glare, Achou quickly corrected himself, "Not boss, I an big sister, you are the big sister!"
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