A joke is a joke, but the challenge to the dicine pestle has seen no progress over several days.
Wei Yi went up, but his Daoist thods were powerless against such a mysterious realm, and this was inevitable; he understood in his heart that fighting and demonstrating Dao were not entirely the sa thing.
Gu Zai tried as well, but his demon couldn’t bite down on the pestle, and the blood river didn’t corrode it at all, as if there was a layer continually isolating it.
"My blood river still lacks Heavenly Demon Blood, when I gather the materials, for sure..."
Beside him, Wei Yi teased, "By the ti you gather them, we’ll have turned into monsters here... In my view, a more practical change is, why don’t you add so female demons in the blood river, the big-mouthed kind?"
Gu Zai unexpectedly didn’t think it was unreasonable, "Makes sense, no teeth, thick lips, agile tongue, deep throat... Hmm, how should I do it, I need to think this over."
Fairy Fei Bai felt she ca to the wrong place; whether she was in dual cultivation Daoist or not, it was impossible to do sothing so boring.
Yue Duo thought the topic should not continue, "Being unable to harm it is not because it used abilities beyond the Golden Core Realm. The dicine King Furnace told us it has suppressed its realm, so it must be true, as previously in the battle it provided no additional help against those monsters, which was slightly evident.
There is a force separating it from the outside world, as if it is here, but not really here; perhaps that is the key to breaking it."
Wei Yi no longer joked, "Exactly, my divine skills can’t find a target to use them on, it’s right in front but also far away, leaving no focal point, giving the feeling that no matter what I do, it’s useless."
Gu Zai deeply agreed, "My demon didn’t bite anything either, the corruption has no substance, strength doesn’t attach, thod doesn’t reach, solving this problem is necessary; any ans won’t work."
Fairy Fei Bai stood up, "I’m going! This endless guessing and worrying without focus, might as well go bold."
Taking advantage of a mont when no one else advanced, she moved up confidently, with no hesitation; pointing like a brush, she painted on the dicine pestle, swiftly revealing a vibrant spring scene to everyone’s eyes.
Mountains are blue, waters are green, flowers, birds, fish, insects, and people are elegantly vivid and lifelike.
Wei Yi laughed, "I understand her foundation now, the Ink Dao of Qingxiang Realm, it’s quite imaginative artistry from the Daoist Sect, renowned for its subli elegance, Hou brother, your previous words were truly rude, desecrating the Fairy is truly improper."
Hou Niao rolled his eyes, "As if you said nothing, weren’t you implying her mouth is rather big..."
Gu Zai diated, "We indeed made a mistake, but you started it; that can’t be denied."
Hou Niao examined closely, "Is this painting the seasons? Spring dawn, sumr flourishing, autumn kill, winter chill?"
Wei Yi sighed, "The Daoist thods in this aspect indeed surpass ours, using the shift of the seasons to strip away the mysterious isolation of the pestle; there’s a faint shadow of the Ti Path inside, an excellent idea, though why do I feel it has nothing to do with ti?"
Gu Zai frowned, "Not ti, obviously not space either, pity our realm cannot fully comprehend the Great Dao yet; what could it be related to?"
Yue Duo coldly remarked alongside, "You’re mistaken, it’s already said the pestle has suppressed its realm, how could it use these Great Dao abilities? Is there a possibility it’s the Purple Mansion?"
The few froze, then understood; indeed, such keen insight as Qingkong Inheritance excels others.
Each of them experienced the changes of the Purple Mansion, more or less, during the battle with the Innate Spiritual Treasure, none could avoid it; since it consistently pointed to the Purple Mansion, now the pestle using its Purple Mansion capability seems unsurprising.
Jinxiu cultivators all have Purple Mansion abilities, which is certainly within the suppressed allowance, but they lack understanding, unfamiliarity.
Seeing the few looking over, Hou Niao shrugged, "Don’t look at , I don’t understand either."
Fairy Fei Bai’s painting of the seasons was concluding, but regardless of color changes and seasonal cycles, the pestle remained, unresponsive.
She knew she failed, but her face showed no disappointnt; this was anticipated; with many Daoists trying, she was not indispensable.
Next was the performance of Daoist Sect magic cultivators and Buddhist Sect monks, astonishing Hou Niao; compared to what these people demonstrated, the Daoist thods of Jinxiu Continent were indeed lacking; the difference in foundation was vast.
Attempts continued, failures persisted, and amidst this continuation, an uneasy atmosphere spread.
Everyone considered, what if they really couldn’t bring down the pestle, what then?
Are there other thods? When the twin stars converge, will there be favorable changes?
With three days left, most have already tried, only top Daoist thods of the universe remain, but none are confident about succeeding.
Lou Yiren, a force cultivator from Jiuchong Mountain, under full exertion even space fissures crumbled for a mont, yet the pestle remained unscathed.
Supre Rong Guang, under Yin Yang Daoist thod, even the base of the pestle shook, but it stood unfallen.
A monk, could vanish the pestle to the Buddhist realm, but a gleam of light kept vigilant here, ignoring the might of Buddhism.
Daoist Zhi Xuan, under the Three Pure Ones’ Qi, finally caused change to the pestle, swelling, and shrinking freely with the Pure Qi, still strong against it while preserving its foundation.
These individuals, choosing to act at the final mont, also took advantage of the twin stars’ crossover, creating a trend of forming a space channel, thus forcing the pestle to split a great deal of focus to block space connections, yet even so, after a round of effort, still without result.
The remaining ti can only be asured in hours, long gone are days, the ti left is indeed little.
There are still those who haven’t acted, about ten people, mostly feeling their strength insufficient, having no effect; mostly Daoists or monks, whose best thods were already perford by others, no point in repetition.
Yet within are two quite special presences, two Sword Cultivators who haven’t acted.
Daoist Zhi Xuan solemnly asked, "Daoist Yue, have any other ideas? If you’re rely waiting for the pestle to divide its focus and block space connection, now is the last chance; the power the pestle splits has not increased for ten hours, indicating it reached its limit, waiting or not makes no difference."
Yue Duo coldly stated, "My affairs, need no others to interfere."
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