Chapter 473: Shaman King of the Dark Moon Tribe (1/2)

Ever since his return from Destiny City, Lu Yun had been looking for the right materials to refine a replica, so he could give actual form and figure to Qing Yu’s Sidekick.

It had to be a separate entity from Lu Yun. Otherwise, Dusk Province would be razed to the ground by the sheer number of enemies Qing Yu’s Sidekick had made during the Sovereign Meet.

All eyes would be on Lu Yun if there was a hint that someone pulled the strings from behind the scenes. Even if he himself put up a perfect act, there were enough signs left in Dusk Province that might attract suspicion, such as the Lin brothers.

Although their relevant memories had been severed, leaving behind a belief that they’d entered Dusk of their own volition in pursuit of the peak of formation dao, their presence in the province was still a risk.

Sword Divine knew of Lu Yun’s true identity, but he himself had to keep a low profile. If someone learned about his existence, the world of immortals would turn itself upside down. All immortals would band together to destroy the divine race.

That was why Sword Divine had kept Lu Yun’s identity a secret, lest he, too, go down in a blaze of mutual destruction. Worse still, he’d drag his race down with him.

The Mo Clan knew the truth as well, but they were counting on Lu Yun to remove the soul seed in Mo Qitian. Given that, they weren’t foolish enough to reveal his identity. Besides, they’d never harbored hostility toward Lu Yun.

Nevertheless, one could never be too careful. It was best to have Qing Yu’s Sidekick publicly show his face and fight Lu Yun. Then, even the Lin Clan and Sword Divine would question what they knew as the truth.

Lu Yun had refined a few replicas and secondary nascent spirits before this, but those couldn’t fool heavyweights above the arcane dao immortal realm. That was why Qing Yu’s Sidekick had yet to appear again.

Here, he saw hope in the form of the Nine Yin Soul-Parting Wood. Its grain was remarkably similar to the pattern of human blood vessels, muscles, and meridians. Add to that unique shamanic refinement methods, it would make for a final product that not even the shaman kings of the past would be able to see through.

Not only was Lu Yun going to refine the wood as a replica of himself, he was also incorporating the complete extinction layout within, making the replica a fully-primed bomb. In truly desperate times, the layout embedded within it could detonate and slaughter everything.

A burst of thick crimson light blossomed from Lu Yun’s body and slowly seeped into the Nine Yin Soul-Parting Wood—his blood.

Shamanic methods centered around blood and souls, perfectly inheriting the cruelty and merciless nature of the human dao era. Bloodshed and death swirled in their wake; if something could be resolved with a fist, they’d never go for the peaceful route of communication.

They took lives and refined medicine and pills out of blood and souls. Most shamanic treasures were refined from the bones of their victims as well, just like Lu Yun had done in the Sovereign Arena.

Back in the Primordial Era, the shamans would hunt down other races and refine them into corpse coffins while their victims were still alive, displaying an even greater level of savagery. Here, Lu Yun was refining the replica with the shamanic method, bolstering the Nine Yin Soul-Parting Wood with his own blood.

A thick blanket of crimson light had draped over the wood, rejuvenating the shriveled branches, restoring its luster, and turning it a blood red.

“This is indeed a technique of the shamanic race,” Qi Hai murmured softly, watching the crimson light wash over Lu Yun and the blood-colored wood.

His spirit had also gone through the era of the shamanic race, and it happened to be the worst experience in all of Qi Hai’s many lives. He’d reincarnated nine times during the rule of the shamans, and in all nine lifetimes, he’d been brutally killed and refined into items.

It was the most barbaric era he’d ever lived through, and although his true self had now awakened, he was still reluctant to recall his time under shamanic rule.