C32 (1/2)
Long Chen sat cross-legged in the middle of the Dragon Transformation Pond as he recited the Dao Arts of Desolation in his mind. His eyes flashed back and forth as to how to draw the runes, and what kind of runes to draw.
”Do you understand?” Sharp scale asked in curiosity.
”I only know a small portion of these runes.” Long Chen replied.
These are the most ancient characters of the demon race. Currently, not many demon race know these characters and have been assimilated by the human race, only a few races are still using the demon language, so you can ask me what you don't understand. I know, I know, I know, there is nothing I don't know, a small portion of those you know should ask me, I have waited for a long time and begged you, I beg you, please teach me. Sharp Scaled Beast laughed as he spoke.
”I'll trade it for the Primal Chaos Saliva.” Long Chen promised.
”Ten thousand!”
”A hundred!”
”No one haggled like that? ”Nine thousand!”
”Two hundred!”
”Eight thousand!”
”…”
”One Thousand Yuan!”
”Deal!” Long Chen slapped the table and was stunned. Then, he felt as if he was being toyed with, and was just about to say something when Long Chen said, ”If you want to teach me, then teach me. If you don't teach me, then I have a way to understand.
The corner of Sharp Scales' mouth twitched, ”You're so cold, really.” After holding back for a long time, he finally managed to say something.
A large amount of information once again gushed into Long Chen's mind. It was all about the explanation of the demon race's ancient writings. The explanation was very detailed, and he immediately understood it after just one look.
Every nine runes of the path of ascension condensed into a certain part of the body, so it could be divided into nine levels. Each level could be divided into nine stages, and each of the ninety-nine eighty-one steps would result in nine to one, eighty-one runes, and nine runes.
To condense the first rune, one needed to draw nine runes on the head, hands, feet, chest, and spine. Finally, when the nine runes were linked together, one's entire body would be invulnerable; it was comparable to a divine beast.
”Why did you refine the bones first and not the flesh?” Long Chen didn't understand.
”Begging me!”
”I can't give you a thousand chaos saliva!”
”You cheated!”
Long Chen said nothing, his face expressionless.
”You're so cold, really!” The Sharp Scales lost his temper and was once again fooled, but he still said, ”There's a reason for one to refine their bones first. If you think like this, when you fight with someone, if they cut you off, you can make up for it even if you lose some time and eat better, and you can also continue to do so.
If the bone was broken, what could he do to his opponent? This so-called 'damage to the bones for a hundred days,' although it's just a mortal, it's still better than this for us cultivators. A mortal's attack power is great, so how could a cultivator's attack power be comparable to a mortal's? ”So, I should first master the bone. For the rest of the stages, the toughness of the bones is equivalent to having a piece of hidden armor.” Sharp Scale explained the reason.
”Where should I carve my first rune?” Long Chen pondered.
”The first rune is anywhere, it's up to you. We'll look for a sturdy one wherever we go, it's done!” Hit other people would hurt, but many demi-humans can still fight with you without a weapon. Those with thick skin and flesh are too lazy to use a weapon, they can just fight with you. ” Sharp Scales added.
”Hit someone else?” Long Chen looked up. Currently, he was still too weak and had formed a feud with the unknown deep Blood Demon Flower, and it was the kind that would not rest until he died. Although he had spent a few days in the Heavenly Heart Empire in peace, who could guarantee that the Cannibal Faction would not come?
Sharp Scales also vaguely stated that it wasn't clear whether or not the cannibal bloodline would send people over. Therefore, increasing their strength was a matter of urgency. The stronger they were, the higher their chances of survival would be.
During battle, he would use his right hand to hold the sword, while his left hand would frequently use it to perform hand seals or hand seals. If he were to first draw a rune on his left hand, then it would be no different from carrying a weapon on his left hand during battle, and would be a fatal blow to the enemy.
After making up his mind, Long Chen focused his energy on the bones in his left arm, carefully channeling the spirit energy in his dantian towards his left arm and wrist. Long Chen used his spirit energy to soak his left arm and wrist for a while.
Drawing symbols was not a simple matter. This was a test of the cultivator's perseverance and patience. Pain was unavoidable, a pain that could not be felt. In the middle of all this, it was normal for one to lose an arm if they used any spiritual energy, so there were very few that could successfully cultivate the Desolate Path.