447: Entering Fengdu, analyzing spiritual roots

The magical power flowing in Xiao Zhuo's palm slowly dissipated, like an ink-colored tide receding into the abyss, leaving only a wisp of cold light at his fingertips.

His tone was indifferent, yet every word was like an ice pick hitting the ground: "If what you say is true, I can spare your life."

Before his voice faded, he had already formed a hand seal, and Chaos light gathered from all directions, like the first ray of light when heaven and earth first opened, heavy, primitive, and irresistible.

The light wrapped around the two Nascent Souls layer upon layer, firmly imprisoning them, eventually condensing into a translucent and dangerous rhombic crystal, within which the twisted and shrunken shadows of the Nascent Souls were faintly visible.

He indifferently put away the crystal, and his figure, like a silent lightning bolt, shot up from the ground, once again heading towards Wind Capital, the capital of the Changfeng Imperial Dynasty.

If the Ninth Prince truly held a Legacy related to the Creation Saint... then he had no choice but to get involved in this muddy water.

Although his cultivation had recovered to the Early Stage Body Integration, Xiao Zhuo felt no slack in his heart.

The water in the Nirvana Realm was too deep; what he had glimpsed so far was merely a corner of the veil lifted.

Not to mention those powerhouses from the Immortal-Demon Realm who entered this Realm at the same time as him, none of them had appeared yet.

There were countless powerhouses in the Immortal-Demon Realm, and it was not guaranteed that there weren't any who, like him, had broken free from the memory seal.

Remote places like Xu State and Nanfeng City could still allow him to roam freely for a while.

But Wind Capital... was different.

Even if he could fight above his Realm against those Undergoing Tribulation, in that city, he would only be a slightly larger ant.

Mahayana Realm Cultivators, and even Quasi-Immortal level existences, might be hidden in some high pavilion.

One wrong step, and his Divine Soul would be annihilated, with no one even knowing how he died.

To scheme for that "Heaven-Opening Inheritance," he had to become stronger faster.

Slaughtering the entire Di Kun Sect only accumulated a little over four hundred Attribute Points.

He had long figured out the range of Attribute Points gained from killing Cultivators below the Immortal Realm on the panel.

Qi Refining Realm was only worth 0.01, Foundation Establishment 0.1, Golden Core 1 point, Nascent Soul 2 points, Soul Transformation 4 points, Void Refining 8 points, Body Integration 16 points.

There might be fluctuations, but the overall difference would not exceed twenty percent.

The first stage of the Free and Natural Heavenly Art required 1 attribute point for each upgrade.

If he didn't want to overdraw his own Origin for Cultivation, he had to pay double the amount.

With his current Attribute Points, if he had enough Medicinal Pills to replenish his Origin, he might barely be able to Cultivate the first stage, directly aiming for ascending to Immortality.

However, the Medicinal Pills he seized were mixed and not refined, and those that could benefit his Origin Qi and blood were few, completely unable to support his frantic improvement.

The only way was to splurge Attribute Points, paying double the price to draw energy from the White Mist Space to infuse his body and raise his Realm.

Half a day later, the outline of a majestic giant city appeared at the end of his vision.

The city walls stretched like mountains, covering a hundred li, and their Aura was so oppressive that it made it hard to breathe—Wind Capital had arrived.

His illusory escape light was incredibly concealed, silently falling into a secluded alley in the city like a fallen leaf.

The shadows swallowed his figure, unnoticed by anyone.

His Divine Sense slowly spread out like invisible mercury, only extending ten li before touching more than a dozen Body Integration Stage Auras. Further away, there were two places as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, with a faint, heart-palpitating pressure permeating them.

Wind Capital truly harbored hidden Dragons.

Xiao Zhuo did not disturb the two Auras that seemed to be Undergoing Tribulation.

He quietly walked out of the alley and strolled along the long street, choosing a very ordinary inn within two blocks.

As soon as he entered the room, he waved his hand to set up several layers of Restrictions, then began to tally the gains from the Di Kun Sect battle.

Twenty-four High Grade Spiritual Roots, four hundred sixty Medium Grade, and eight hundred seventy-three Low Grade.

Two Earth-Grade Magic Treasures, the tian shi yan (heavenly stone inkstone) and the Heaven-Striking Spear.

Six Profound-Grade items, with other Magical Artifacts, Materials, Spiritual Plants, and Medicinal Pills piled up like mountains.

The tian shi yan (heavenly stone inkstone) was low-grade earth rank, while the Heaven-Striking Spear was Medium Grade earth rank.

In Xiao Zhuo's view, both their Materials had the potential to reach High Grade, but the tian shi yan (heavenly stone inkstone)'s material was special, making it very easy to damage during reforging.

The Heaven-Striking Spear, however, was forged from top-grade spiritual gold, making it easy to melt down and recast.

But he did not choose to recast the Heaven-Striking Spear; instead, he unhesitatingly disassembled it back into its purest spiritual gold Materials, all of which he refined into the twin moon wheel.

After refining and reforging, the twin moon wheel's surface glowed with a misty light, and the Restrictions within it impressively reached one hundred and eight.

With a thought of his Divine Thought, it could split into one hundred and eight bright moon crescent blades, swirling like a galaxy.

It could also set up a Sky Net Killing Formation to annihilate all things.

When the two wheels merged, they could transform into positive and negative polarity wheels, cutting Yin and Yang, their power directly approaching the peak of Earth-Grade.

He also additionally inscribed a "Law-Breaking Formation," specifically for breaking various body-protecting Divine Lights.

He also set up a "Solid Wall Formation"; with the infusion of magical power, the spinning moon wheels could generate a solid barrier, strong enough to withstand attacks from the Undergoing Tribulation Stage.

As his cultivation improved, the power exerted by this treasure could continuously increase.

He fed all unused Materials to the panel, and his Attribute Points immediately surged by nearly two thousand.

The accumulation of the Di Kun Sect was indeed abundant.

After completing all this, Xiao Zhuo calmed his mind and took out Spiritual Roots one by one, patiently beginning to analyze them.

His Divine Sense was like the most precise carving knife, stripping away the external form of the Spiritual Root, delving into its most fundamental structure, and capturing the original Spiritual Root Runes that constituted it.

Of the more than eight hundred Low Grade Spiritual Roots, when he had analyzed over four hundred, he had already recorded more than six hundred new Runes.

After that, the subsequent Low Grade Spiritual Roots offered no new insights, all being repetitions.

At this point, he had mastered all the Runes contained within the Low Grade Spiritual Roots.

After analyzing the Medium Grade Spiritual Roots, he gained over eight hundred new Runes.

The twenty-four High Grade Spiritual Roots, excluding six Spiritual Roots with repeated attributes, contributed eighty-two new Runes.

At this point, the total number of Spiritual Root Runes he had mastered had reached one thousand seven hundred forty-six.

However, among them, less than three hundred had been thoroughly comprehended by him.

Although he had found a direction for self-comprehension, the speed was too slow, at most three per day.

Compared to harvesting Attribute Points and using the System for deduction, the efficiency was worlds apart.

The Nirvana Realm was shrouded in mist, and great dangers must be hidden beneath the Opportunities.

He had no time to waste slowly.

He firmly memorized all the newly acquired Runes.

Although he didn't immediately comprehend them, as the number of Runes he mastered grew exponentially, Xiao Zhuo could clearly perceive the subtle, faint connections between many Runes.

They were like stars, attracting each other, capable of constructing countless Spiritual Root structures.

According to his research, these Runes had various functions.

Some were specifically responsible for absorbing external Spiritual Qi and immortal charm, some for purifying and refining, some could imbue magical power with elemental attributes like water, fire, wind, and thunder. Even more, some could directly amplify Divine Sense, Divine Soul, Physical Body, spiritual perception, reaction speed... A powerful Spiritual Root provided an all-round boost to a Cultivator, and the higher the Realm, the more terrifying the boost.

Xiao Zhuo even suspected that a top-grade Spiritual Root could enable an ordinary Initial Stage Quasi-Saint in the Nirvana Realm to exert combat power surpassing that of Emperor Emperor!

One must know that although Emperor was easily defeated by him, he was, after all, one of the ten great emperors of the Immortal Court, an Initial Stage Quasi-Saint Cultivator, yet his combat power could rival a slightly weaker Middle Stage Quasi-Saint.

This made him re-emphasize the importance of Spiritual Roots; indeed, the more he understood, the more he desired to know.

His ultimate goal in analyzing Spiritual Roots was to tailor a perfect and supreme Spiritual Root for himself!

Xiao Zhuo also discovered that the more Spiritual Root Runes he comprehended, the faster his subsequent comprehension speed would become, and the Attribute Points consumed would also decrease.

He secluded himself in the inn for thirteen days, spending over six hundred Attribute Points to thoroughly comprehend all the newly acquired Runes and successfully analyze the complete structures of eighteen types of High Grade Spiritual Roots.

The gains were immense.

He even had initial ideas on how to disassemble, reassemble, and refine specific Spiritual Roots.

However, a hidden concern also emerged.

"Deep within the Spiritual Root Runes, there is a very faint trace of... the Origin of the Nirvana Realm." Xiao Zhuo gazed at the faint light of the Rune he had just stripped from his fingertip, his eyes profound. "This Realm was opened by that Saint, and its Origin should all be under his control. Are these Spiritual Roots... truly clean?"

His Main Body was trapped, unable to call upon the Origin of the Zizai Realm to construct Spiritual Root Runes.

To refine Spiritual Roots, he had to use the Materials of this Realm.

This left him no choice but to be vigilant.

After pondering for several more days, he finally made up his mind to continue trying to disassemble Spiritual Roots, strip away Runes, and reassemble them according to his own understanding...