chsdbacks Chapter 781 Blood Sacrifice
Chapter 781 Blood Sacrifice
After the admissions process, things at the college finally got back on track, and Jemin returned to his in-depth research.
The laboratory was silent, with only the low hum of the energy cycle slowly echoing in the spacious hall.
Leaning back in the high-backed chair after the alchemy experiment, Jemin unconsciously tapped the edge of the metal surface with his right index finger.
Tap, tap, tap...
The pace was steady, but it felt rather long.
His mind wasn't focused on the row of data waiting to be analyzed; it was absorbed in something else entirely.
Golden characters slowly unfolded from the depths of the mind's sea.
That's the content of "The True Body Formula of Mustard Seed".
He has been studying this immortal-level cultivation technique for over a hundred years.
Over the course of a century, he devoted almost all his energy to this cultivation method.
Now, the first step of dismantling the Dharma image has finally reached the threshold.
How is the 500-kilometer true form broken down into the most basic Daoist particle flow? How is information preserved between the particles? And how is a new cyclical system constructed after entering the body's inner sanctum?
He had already mentally rehearsed these theoretical models countless times.
If we only look at the simulation results, the success rate is already close to 100%.
Under normal circumstances, he should now begin his first real disassembly experiment.
however……
Jemin slowly closed his eyes, and images of his repeated failures over the past few days flashed through his mind.
Countless times, every time he tried to disintegrate a small piece of his true form into particles, the spiritual energy that should have flowed smoothly would suddenly stagnate at a certain point.
The entire structure then began to malfunction and eventually collapsed completely.
He had failed so many times that he had stopped counting them.
If it's just an occasional failure, it can be attributed to my lack of skill in operating the equipment.
But after several years of failures, Jemin had to admit the reality.
Jemin sighed softly: "It's not a technical problem, it's a matter of qualifications."
He finally gave the answer.
I want to cultivate the "Mustard Seed Dao True Body Technique," but my aptitude is not enough.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose.
The operational steps recorded in the jade slip were described in a very brief manner.
The so-called "natural flow of spiritual energy," "simply decompose it as it comes," and "like water flowing into a channel"...
He initially thought it was very simple, but he only realized its true meaning after he actually started practicing.
Simple?
Easy my foot!
He understood all the steps and could comprehend each one, but when he actually tried to do it, he felt awkward at every turn.
It's like an average person with a good ear for music being given a piano piece specifically composed for a genius with perfect pitch.
I recognize every single note, but I just can't play them smoothly when they're strung together.
Thinking about this, Jemin felt somewhat relieved.
He had always been well aware that, whether placed within the wizarding or cultivation system, his talent was only considered decent.
He could be called a "genius," but he was by no means the best.
The truly exceptional talents are like Senior Viola or Mentor Clark; those are the kind of monsters who can sweep through everything with their own natural abilities.
As for myself... I mainly rely on the advantages that I have gradually built up through the cross-system knowledge of the Great Dao Library.
That's why I encountered a spell today that I couldn't cultivate because I lacked the aptitude.
"Thinking about it carefully... it makes sense." Jemin rubbed his temples.
Under normal circumstances, a cultivator who can cultivate the "Mustard Seed True Body Technique" must be at least at the Dao Integration Realm or above.
Those who have cultivated all the way to the Dao Integration Realm have all gone through layers of selection.
Spiritual roots, comprehension, opportunities, temperament... countless billions of cultivators have been eliminated.
Those who remain are all geniuses, one in ten thousand.
Even if someone with slightly less talent manages to sneak in, the fact that they possess a complete cave heaven means that they are either backed by a top-tier sect or have extraordinary opportunities.
For them, the spiritual objects that enhance their abilities are not a problem at all.
Only I... managed to exploit a loophole in the cultivation system.
He does indeed possess a hidden realm, and he also possesses various techniques to enhance physical attributes.
But those methods... are basically all geared towards altering the aptitude of the wizarding system.
Thinking of this, Jemin finally opened his eyes.
On the table, a light screen slowly unfolded, and he listed out all the feasible solutions.
First, abandon the "Mustard Seed True Body Technique" and find a new alternative.
While it's a pity to have put in so much effort over the past century, it's not unacceptable.
Second, continue to practice hard.
If you don't have the qualifications, then you'll have to work your way up over time.
Since there's no time limit, theoretically, as long as there's unlimited time, success is always possible.
As for the third... that is to solve the problem at its root: improve one's spiritual aptitude.
Without much hesitation, Jemin's gaze fell on the third item.
"This is it."
Qualifications are fundamental in any system.
After the upgrade, not only will the problem of the "Mustard Seed Dao True Body Technique" be solved, but the benefits will also be immense when cultivating to higher realms in the future.
not to mention……
Jemin suddenly smiled.
In fact, he had considered this matter many years ago.
After gaining a large amount of military merit from selling qualification enhancement technology, Jieming had this idea.
Previous aptitude enhancement techniques were not very effective for high-level wizards and could only be sold to small and medium-sized families for a slow and steady income.
But what if... we could develop a technology that could significantly improve the aptitude of even level six or level eight wizards?
The price would probably be completely different.
Thinking of those high-level wizards who were willing to pay any price to improve their strength, Jemin's lips curled up slightly.
That wouldn't be considered making money, it would be robbery!
In fact, he had already prepared the research subjects for the related technologies a long time ago.
At that time, however, his alchemy skills were still at the stage of creating life forms, and the time was not yet right.
And now... alchemy has truly entered the realm of life alchemy.
All conditions are ripe.
"Although it's a little earlier than expected, starting now isn't bad!"
Jemin slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his mental sea.
The familiar Great Dao Book Pavilion still stands there quietly.
The white jade pavilion is simple and solemn, with countless jade slips slowly rotating around it, like stars surrounding the moon.
As he focused his mind, a dark red stream of light suddenly flew out from the deepest part of the library, passed through rows of bookshelves, and finally landed steadily in his palm.
As the light faded, a tattered ancient book lay there quietly.
On the center of the cover, three large, scarlet characters immediately catch the eye:
Blood Sacrifice Law.
The characters were extremely grotesque, not like they were written, but rather like they were carved into the book cover stroke by stroke with a sharp tool.
Jemin turned to the first page.
The content is simple and straightforward, with almost no frills:
For those who lack the necessary qualifications.
It can be sacrificed to one's own blood relatives.
To plunder their very bloodline.
Strengthen your own qualifications.
The closer the blood relation.
The stronger the effect.
It can be said that this blood sacrifice technique is a standard, unadulterated form of demonic magic.
But Jemin didn't object at all.
It wasn't because he approved of this technique, but because his way of thinking was completely different from the person who created it from the very beginning. Alchemy has already been able to complete the transformation of life.
Cloning... is merely the most basic and simplest application of the creation of life.
Jemin stroked the book, a slow smile spreading across his lips, as his old thoughts resurfaced in his mind.
The more closely related the blood relatives are, the stronger the effect of the blood sacrifice method.
So... what blood relation could be closer to oneself than "oneself"?
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