Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character Chapter 23: The First Sigil

Black Swirl Sigil, a thod of sigil inscription.

Though the description was brief, Lin Langtian's heart raced.

Sigil inscription was a critical step on the path to becoming a sigil master. Only by condensing one's spiritual power into a core sigil could a person truly be called a sigil master. These core sigils, once successfully condensed, not only amplified the user's control over their spiritual power but also tempered that power, making it even more concentrated and formidable.

However, what truly thrilled Lin Langtian wasn't just the technique. After all, with the resources of the Lin clan, obtaining a sigil condensation thod wasn't an impossible feat. But this technique was for condensing a spirit sigil!

Sigil inscription thods are categorized into three levels: regular core sigils, spirit sigils, and celestial sigils. The Black Swirl Sigil was a second-level spirit sigil, far surpassing ordinary core sigils in value.

Recalling a technique he'd once encountered—the Ancient Swirl Sigil, created from the Devouring Ancestral Sigil—Lin Langtian realized that this Black Swirl Sigil might have co from the sa origin. Rumors had it that the Devouring Ancestral Sigil was sowhere in the Great Wilderness County of the Great Yan Empire!

Lost in thought, he recalled a theory he'd read online in his previous life. Could Lin Dong actually be the reincarnation of the Sigil Ancestor? So many hints pointed to this: from the ancient artifact, the Ancestral Stone, to the rare Devouring Ancestral Sigil and even the presence of Ling Qingzhu, the successor of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, in this seemingly unremarkable empire.

These hints made it seem as though the Great Yan Empire had been staged for Lin Dong to uncover its secrets, as if he were a reincarnated spirit set to fulfill so divine legacy.

"But so what if he is?" Lin Langtian murmured to himself. "This life, I will challenge his destiny!"

Putting these thoughts aside, he absorbed the details of the Black Swirl Sigil thod, savoring the intricacies for nearly half an hour before opening his eyes. He now had clarity on many of his past questions about spiritual power, but before he could start using it, he needed to unlock his Mud Pill Palace.

He relaxed, closed his eyes, and focused on a ntal chant:

"Focus and contain the spirit…close the heavenly gates…gather essence, refine the mind…"

As he followed the steps, his ntal state beca exceptionally calm and collected. This technique ca from a basic manual on spiritual power he'd acquired from a sigil master in the Lin clan. Although it was low-level, it would serve his purpose.

After sitting absolutely motionless for about half an hour, Lin Langtian felt a faint wave of dizziness. Fine strands of spiritual power seeped out from his mind and slowly extended outward. With his eyes closed, he "saw" the scene inside the room with clarity. Soon, his range expanded, and his intangible spiritual power drifted through the air, covering nearly half the courtyard, relaying every motion back to his mind.

This extraordinary experience fascinated Lin Langtian. Unlike Yuan Power, spiritual power was elusive and ghostly yet undeniably real.

Once he felt comfortable controlling his spiritual power, he directed it toward the center of his head, where the Mud Pill Palace was located.

"Ti to open the Mud Pill Palace!"

For a sigil master, unlocking the Mud Pill Palace was essential; it was the space that nurtured spiritual energy, equivalent to a dantian for Yuan Power. Most people required extensive practice to reach this point, but as soone at the half-step Condensation stage, Lin Langtian's spiritual power had grown strong enough to accomplish this in one attempt.

His spiritual power surged inward, flooding the Mud Pill Palace. Once the last trace of energy rushed inside, the pain faded, and Lin Langtian's tightly shut eyes sprang open.

Taking a deep breath, he refocused, closed his eyes, and began the Black Swirl Sigil inscription. The newly opened Mud Pill Palace allowed his spiritual power to flow in a slow spiral, setting the stage for the sigil.

As his spiritual power swirled faster, a strange buzzing sound reverberated in his mind. The swirling intensified, and then the black vortex spun unpredictably, like it was pulsing to a secret rhythm hidden in the Black Swirl Sigil instructions.

"Condense!"

An intense wave of spiritual power pulsed out from his mind, and the vortex in the Mud Pill Palace shuddered, trembling under the force until it burst apart.

In the chaos of the explosion, countless threads of light erged, linking the fragnted pieces of his spiritual power. Slowly, they reford into a two-finger-sized rune—an intricate sigil that glowed faintly.

The shape of the sigil, resembling a black vortex, gave it an ancient and powerful aura. With each pulse, it looked like a small black hole growing steadily.

As the black vortex-shaped sigil solidified, the remaining spiritual energy within the Mud Pill Palace began to be absorbed, brightening the rune slightly.

Opening his eyes, Lin Langtian could now sense every detail in the courtyard, down to the faintest breaths and quietest sounds.

"The first sigil stage—completed!"